The feeling of Han Yu's sticky fingers around his throat makes Xi Zirui's breathing come up short.
He tilts his head further back, baring more of his vulnerable throat for Han Yu to squeeze.
Since he's an Android, Han Yu's body doesn't betray any of the telltale signs of lust that always gave his human counterparts away --the inkspill of his dark pupils, the fine film of sweat over his skin, his short staccato breathing
None of that gives this Han Yu's desire away, but Xi Zirui has become an expert at reading him, and he can see the hungry look in his eyes, the covetous way his hands tighten on his skin.
If he could, he would unhinge his jaw and swallow Xi Zirui whole.
It's heady, being gazed at like that, and Xi Zirui has to close his eyes against the swell of heat sizzling under his skin.
