Yu Xi's hands were everywhere, mapping his back, gripping his hips, sliding down to palm the curve of his ass and grind them together. The friction was maddening, not nearly enough.
Jian Ci rocked against him, a soft, broken sound escaping into Yu Xi's mouth. He was losing himself in the taste of coffee and Yu Xi, in the scent of his skin, in the overwhelming rightness of their bodies seeking each other out again and again, as if they'd been apart for years, not minutes.
"Xi-ge, grandpa says—"
The voice, bright and sudden, sliced through the haze.
They sprang apart, chests heaving, lips swollen and glistening. Xiaobao stood frozen in the kitchen doorway, her eyes wide.
She blinked, then a slow, knowing grin spread across her face. "Yet I am meddling when I say you two should get married."
Jian Ci managed a breathless laugh, trying to will his racing heart to slow. Yu Xi, however, scowled, his voice a rough rasp. "Don't you have other people to annoy? I heard Jian Wei is back."
