"But I am only speaking the truth, would you rather I say you are a despicable, disgusting demon?"
"No."
"Then I will tell you honestly," Mo Chou's fingers trailed down slightly opened collar to trace the collarbones, "I wish to taste you fully. Make you feel the pleasure of the body, of the world. You, Lan-er, is more perfect than you even know."
Cheeks reddened further and hands thumbed Mo Chou's knees.
"Why must you speak in such ways?" The pinkette lowered his head for a moment before sighing, "We should return."
"Neh, my beautiful Ah Lan, we can touch freely here," Mo Chou whispered and leaned closer to lightly peck his lips.
