Sitting on the chair Yi Chen looked up to his lover with an intoxicated look on his face his heart racing like it was their first time doing this. Zi Han traced Yi Chen's jaw with the tips of his fingers as he leaned down their gazes locked together.
His heart pounded hard as he gazed deep into those dark eyes as though gazing at Yi Chen's inner being. As their lips touched Zi Han's eyes flickered before gradually closing, his mind meditating on the feel of Yi Chen's lips on his and the touch of his tongue intimately exploring inside his mouth.
Zi Han's entire being was itching for more making him seem like a nymphomaniac... or in his case a satyriasis. Breathing heavily he parted from Yi Chen's lips his fingers running through the back of his lover's head. Yi Chen's hair was soft tickling all the nerve endings in between his fingers.
