Jian Ci didn't look away. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to catch that bead of moisture. The taste was musky, salty, perfectly Yu Xi. He licked a broad, flat stripe up the underside, then swirled his tongue around the swollen head.
Yu Xi's fingers speared back into his hair, gripping tight. He looked down at Jian Ci like he was witnessing a miracle, like the man on his knees was the only thing that mattered in the whole fucking world.
Then Jian Ci opened his mouth and took him in. He didn't start slow. He swallowed Yu Xi down to the root in one smooth, deep glide, his nose pressing down at the base. Yu Xi's whole body jerked, a ragged gasp tearing from his throat. "Gege!"
