Qie Xieling tightened his grip on Luo Muchen's waist pulling him closer. "Let me go take a shower first," he whispered his lips brushing against Luo Muchen's ear the lust in his eyes tangible.
Luo Muchen who didn't have the patience to wait, kissed his lips fiercely his hunger for this person was undeniable. Qie Xieling slid his hands underneath Luo Muchen's t-shirt. His fingers brushed against the warmth of his lover's skin as he pulled the fabric higher and higher, revelling in the unveiling of each new inch of exposed flesh. Luo Muchen groaned softly at the sensation, arching into Qie Xieling's touch like a moth drawn to a flame.
