Mo Yinan's heart does a little flip. Excitement rouses in his belly. In this life, he's granted with the grace of being able to speak his mind. "You're very forward in this incarnation."
"And you're very shy," Damien nibbles against his neck. The water that dribbles down feels terribly cold, but Mo Yinan doesn't particularly mind. In fact, he feels hot. Too hot even. Everywhere that Damien touches him, feels like it's being scorched.
"Mmm, no…that's not the case…" Mo Yinan's lashes flutter, he feels utterly weak in Damien's arms and melts into his touch, leaning back on the strong chest that supports him.
The water pitterpatters against him. He could fall asleep right then and there, his fatigue hits him full force.
Damien kisses him, his large hands glide over Mo Yinan's skin. Damien's erection pressed against his backside, but that is as far as he goes and instead reaches over for the shampoo and services his beloved with a head massage.
