A low vibration rattled in Shen Yi's chest when Jiang Qi nipped his lip softly at first, then with a demanding pressure. The sound sent Jiang Qi's pulse skyrocketing; he could almost see it, the image of Shen Yi pinned beneath him, being taken so thoroughly that names and memories didn't matter.
Before Shen Yi could catch his breath, Jiang Qi soothed the sting with his tongue, his gaze anchored to Shen Yi's face to catch every flicker of reaction. Shen Yi's eyes twitched, an intoxicating mix of pleasure and sharp sensation washing over him. His lips remained parted, breathless and silently pleading for the magic to continue.
They broke apart only when their lungs burned. Jiang Qi pressed his forehead against Shen Yi's, their heavy breaths mingling in the narrow space between them. Something inside Jiang Qi was coming loose, a raw, frantic energy he didn't know how to contain. He burned for him, yet he hesitated, needing to be certain.
"I can stop if—"
