Han Yu looks up at him, his eyes wide, his mouth open on a ragged moan.
Xi Zirui can almost see the gears of his mind turning with all the filthy things he wants to do with him.
Xi Zirui can't wait.
"On your hands and knees," Han Yu says, lifting himself up on his elbows, his gaze smoldering from beneath the fan of his curling lashes. "Ass in the air."
Han Yu doesn't need to tell him twice. Xi Zirui scrambles to get off him and to bend himself over the low table in front of the sofa, swiping all of the knickknacks on top of it with his arm before lowering his chest onto the cool wood.
No sooner is he arching his spine and spreading his legs for Han Yu to fit between them than a slap lands soundly on one round cheek, making the flesh bounce and smart from the impact.
"Have I ever told you, you have an outstanding ass?" Han Yu asks, his fingers digging into reddened skin as Xi Zirui moans in satisfaction.
