Even after he finished speaking and Pei Song'an abruptly leaned in, squeezing out as much of the air between them as possible, Li Shu still hadn't realized how devastating those few words had been to the man.
Pei Song'an scooped him into his arms, gripping the back of his neck with just enough pressure as he carried him into the room.
He shoved him hard onto the bed. An overwhelming sense of pressure and intrusion came crashing down, followed by a hand around his neck as he was pinned into the bedding in a thoroughly controlling position and kissed on the lips.
His teeth were forced apart, and Pei Song'an's distinctive masculine pheromones flooded Li Shu's vulnerable throat.
The afternoon sunlight was a little dazzling as it fell across Li Shu's fair, refined face. His sharply defined jaw trembled slightly. He couldn't swallow and breathe at the same time, but Pei Song'an simply couldn't wait. His every move was intensely possessive, allowing Li Shu no chance to resist or push him away.
The restless, anxious emptiness in his chest was filled to the brim, and fierce desire forced his broad back into a drenching sweat.
Li Shu was kissed breathless, his fingers clawing at Pei Song'an's shoulders, but the other man stayed firmly in place and kept kissing him.
"..."
God, what was with this guy? Did he love kissing that much?
His mouth was kissed wet, and Pei Song'an was so strong. Li Xiaoshu was now like a doll that felt wonderful to the touch: his face was pinched, his Adam's apple pressed, his waist gripped. He had no chance to call a halt and could only obediently open his mouth, letting saliva spill from the corners without knowing which of them it belonged to.
Insane, insane, insane.
*Why