Startled, Yao Shen steadies himself with his hands on each side of Xin Hulei's shoulders.
He's overly conscious of their current position, and of how there are only two layers of fabric separating their skin.
"What are you doing?" he asks, looking into Xin Hulei's dark eyes, their depth suffocating like a starless night.
One of Xin Hulei's hands drifts towards Yao Shen's waist, his fingers skirting under the oversized tshirt and grazing the heated skin before settling firmly on his hipbone.
Yao Shen hopes Xin Hulei didn't notice his full-body shiver, but that's probably too much to ask for.
"Giving you what you want," Xin Hulei says.
He's such a haughty bastard, unfortunately his smooth voice is doing things to Yao Shen.
"And what is that?" Yao Shen asks, wrapping his arms around Xin Hulei's neck fully, holding on to his own wrist and bringing their chests closer.
