Toxic Solo Fan

The sensation beneath him was all too real, with wave after wave of heat pressing against him.

Ye Qing was a man too. Of course he knew what it meant.

They were wearing so little in the hot spring that the sensation was even more obvious. And where he felt it was so awkward.

Ye Qing didn't dare move. His face was as red as a monkey's backside.

He finally understood why Gu Ze had been sweating so much. Though he was a man too, the feelings he couldn't quite name left him deeply uncomfortable.

He didn't dare think too hard about why Gu Ze had reacted like this, either.

But the sensation beneath him only grew more pronounced. In the end, Ye Qing shifted carefully.

"Don't move." Gu Ze's voice was hoarse. He held Ye Qing's waist with one hand and braced the other against the edge of the pool.

Ye Qing had landed with some force when he came down, knocking Gu Ze's back against the edge of the ledge.

The person he liked was sitting in his lap, and Ye Qing kept moving. Gu Ze really wasn't the sort of gentleman who could remain unmoved.

Hearing the desire in Gu Ze's voice, Ye Qing went still. In a tiny voice, he said, "I—I want to get out."

"Could you, um, take care of it yourself?"

Gu Ze's hands were around his waist, keeping him from getting out. Feeling the heat there, Ye Qing's face turned red all over again.

Gu Ze's eyes drifted half-shut. His hand moved closer along Ye Qing's waist, but just before it could touch him, Gu Ze stopped and slowly pulled away.

"Sorry. I'm sorry." His voice was low and hoarse, like boiling water bubbling up through a still pool.

"It—it's okay." Ye