"Are you addicted or something?!" Pei Yang asked incredulously, his voice lowered to a barely audible whisper. His fingertips dug deep into Feng Wanting's arm, reminding him to stay rational. "Xile's right beside us!"
"I'll carry you into the next room." Feng Wanting seemed not to feel any pain. His palm slid beneath Pei Yang's knees. "And carry you back when we're done."
"..."
"You really should go to the hospital and find out if you have... a sex addiction." The tips of Pei Yang's ears burned, and his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.
Feng Wanting chuckled softly, his lips brushing Pei Yang's sensitive earlobe. "A sex addiction? More like I've had a taste and can't get enough."
"Had a taste and can't get enough...?"
"All right, if we keep whispering like this, we really will wake Xile."
Pei Yang immediately fell silent.
He still hadn't fully recovered from last time, and now, just a few days later, they were at it again. Pei Yang hardly dared to speak.
Feng Wanting took the opportunity to slide his wandering hand another inch upward. "If you don't answer, I'm going to sleep," he coaxed.
Pei Yang murmured something under his breath.
"What?" Feng Wanting pretended not to have heard. "I didn't catch that."
Pei Yang bit his lower lip. After a long moment, he finally forced a word through his teeth. "...Yes."
The next second, the world spun and Pei Yang was swept off the bed. Feng Wanting hooked an arm beneath his knees and lifted him straight into his arms. His hold was rock steady, but he deliberately gave Pei Yang a little bounce, startling him into hastily wrapping his arms around Feng Wanting's neck.
His scheme successful, Feng Wanting's lips curved slightly.
The two sneaked out behind the child's back,