Beneath their tightly pressed chests, their hearts pounded like drums.
Although he had not heard the word "love," the urgency and possessiveness that seemed ready to burst out of Yuan Chen's chest conveyed his true feelings clearly enough.
How could he fail to understand when Yuan Chen was so unequivocal, so close to losing control?
Their lips had barely parted before they pressed together again with renewed urgency.
Both desperately wanted more, wanted to become more deeply entwined with each other.
Pinned beneath Yuan Chen's weight, Shen Yi awkwardly lifted his upper body, only to fall back into the broad leather seat.
The seat gave a faint creak of protest beneath the sudden pressure.
Shen Yi panted as he sucked on Yuan Chen's lower lip, while Yuan Chen's hands roamed urgently over him, trying to undo the restraints in his way.
Everything ignited in an instant.
Where they were and whether it was appropriate vanished from their minds. All that remained was the impulse to become one with each other immediately.
Shen Yi could not help urging him on:
"President... Yuan."
"Damn it."
Yet the more impatient Yuan Chen became, the less his fingers seemed to obey him.
Ordinarily, he would have easily removed these obstacles, but with his emotions running wild, his fingertips kept fumbling at the crucial moments.
Yuan Chen's breathing grew heavier, and his cheek burned against Shen Yi's.
With a somewhat rough tug, he ripped the button straight off the trousers.
Yuan Chen tried to pull down the trousers and underwear together, and Shen Yi cooperated by lifting his hips slightly.
They needed no words; their understanding came naturally. Perhaps this was what a couple looked like when they had just confirmed their feelings and could not wait to be close.
The discarded clothes were tossed