Song Shi'an's eyes lit up. Being pinned down by Lu Mingyu had felt pretty good.
But every bottom had a heart that yearned to turn the tables.
He just wanted to know what it felt like to be on top.
Looking at the strong, toned body before him, Song Shi'an swallowed unconsciously.
He reached out and patted the edge of the bed. "Come on."
Lu Mingyu strode over and stopped in front of Song Shi'an.
Song Shi'an looked around, but there was no lubricant here.
Just as he was frowning in distress, Lu Mingyu pulled open a drawer beside them. Inside were all sorts of little items.
Song Shi'an stared in horror. "Y-you... how did you find these?!"
Lu Mingyu's brows drew together slightly. "It was just instinct. I felt like there was something here."
Song Shi'an: "..."
This kind of thing was actually ingrained in his bones!
"Um... turn off the main light first. It won't be good if it's too bright later." Seeing Lu Mingyu about to press down on him, Song Shi'an reached for the button beside him.
But with Lu Mingyu's body pinning him down, he simply could not reach it.
Lu Mingyu pressed him beneath him, stretched out an arm, and switched off the light, leaving only a bedside lamp on.
The room quickly dimmed. The warm yellow light made the atmosphere several degrees more intimate.
Their breaths mingled, and Song Shi'an felt inexplicably uneasy.
He rapidly recalled what Lu Mingyu had done before, trying to imitate him.
But the moment he reached out, Lu Mingyu pinned down his hand.
Just as Song Shi'an was confused, Lu Mingyu had already begun with practiced ease.
"Mm~" Song Shi'an's eyes widened.
He became somewhat flustered. "Y-you... what are you doing?"
"Fucking you," Lu Mingyu said calmly.
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