"ZhiYi, please don't leave me."
The plead was selfish, but it hardly mattered. MingYu didn't want to let him go, not after they finally got to where they were now.
"You heard our conversation?" ZhiYi's fingers clenched than unclenched before he reached out and let them rest over the subtle skin of MingYu's waist. But he made no motions to pull him closer.
"I didn't mean to eavesdrop," MingYu admitted. The air in the room was cold, ZhiYi's scorching hands comforting only parts of his skin. He needed ZhiYi to caress him, keep him warm, make him feel loved.
His movements were clumsy when he raised his arm to guide ZhiYi to lie down. ZhiYi eased back, never removing his hands, pulling MingYu tumbling over him. The hands moved down MingYu's backside, sending waves of heat across his body until they settled to caress the back of his thighs.
