His vision abruptly darkened. The grip around his wrists was tight, and Yan Ningke felt something was off. He had just opened his mouth. "Wait, mmph..."
A barrage of kisses cut off the rest of his words.
In the darkness, they could not see each other's faces, yet the intimacy only grew more scorching.
Yan Ningke could even feel the alcohol on their breaths mingling, fragrant and intoxicating.
The door handle dug painfully into his lower back. He frowned and tried to push away, only for the other man to mistake it for resistance.
A sharp sting shot through the tip of his tongue, making Yan Ningke shudder in pain.
How mean.
But Yan Ningke liked precisely that side of him.
A quiet laugh escaped his throat. Turning defense into offense, he hooked his arms around the other man's neck and kissed him back hard.
Feeling his response, Shao Ke let him push him along.
One step, then two. The backs of Shao Ke's legs hit the sofa, and he sat down with the momentum.
Yan Ningke straddled his thighs, lightly biting his lower lip with a canine tooth, his voice muffled. "Brother Shao?"
The sharp pain registered in Shao Ke's mind, and his whole body instantly tensed.
"So Brother Shao likes being called 'big brother' that much."
Yan Ningke released him, trailing warm, damp kisses across his cheek until he reached his ear.
A powerful grip clamped hard around his waist.
Yan Ningke chuckled and leaned closer, brushing against him with damp lips as he enunciated every word. "I'm jealous, Shao Ke."
Shao Ke's scalp tingled, his breathing heavy, his large hand clutching the fabric in his grasp.
"Is this a punishment?"
Yan Ningke pecked behind his ear. "Do you accept it?"
Shao Ke drew a deep breath. "Baby,