Something fierce in the air suddenly caught fire.
Yang Bin had said he would teach him, but in truth, he was a novice too, only a little less reckless than Sun Binghe. Their lips met, their teeth brushed, and they tested each other for a long while before their tongues softly, lingeringly joined in.
Their ragged, intimate breathing filled their ears. Sun Binghe first pressed a hand to the back of Yang Bin's neck, then slid it down along his collar and planted it squarely between his shoulder blades.
Yang Bin had no hand free to deal with him, so he could only straighten abruptly.
Sun Binghe felt it and found a moment to let out a low chuckle.
Yang Bin answered him with a sudden ferocity, as though he wanted to devour him.
He's the one I want, Sun Binghe thought.
Who knew how long had passed before a crack of thunder outside the window abruptly anchored their hazy awareness. Sun Binghe opened his eyes just as Yang Bin let him go.
Yang Bin took off his glasses. Those slightly upturned eyes were truly beautiful.
Sun Binghe caught the scent of rain-soaked earth.
"It'll probably pour tomorrow." Only when Sun Binghe spoke did he realize that his voice was so hoarse it barely sounded like his own. He stood and walked slowly to the window, pulling back the curtains. The eucalyptus leaves swayed wildly under the rain.
"Want some water?" Yang Bin asked.
"Yes."
Yang Bin got up to make tea, while Sun Binghe gazed outside for a long while.
His heart was peaceful and still. If he could spend his whole life like this, he would be extraordinarily fortunate.
By early the next morning, the autumn rain still showed no sign of stopping.
Sun Binghe had gone back