The pair were entwined with each other forgetting where they were but at least one of them was still rational. Zi Han parted their lips and stared at Yi Chen with a soul-piercing gaze while panting catching his breath.
Yi Chen seemed discontented thus he leaned closer to kiss those soft lips while his thumb was brushing against the nipple that had hardened into a nub.
Zi Han shuddered while lightly nibbling on Yi Chen's lower lip. He hurriedly grabbed Yi Chen's hand that was underneath his t-shirt.
"Let's go somewhere else private," he said his eyes teary and brimming with lust. His appearance right now made it difficult for Yi Chen to let go. He wanted to continue regardless of where they were.
"Okay," he whispered back and his eyes darted a licentious gaze at his soft lips. Before his lips could touch Zi Han's the young man moved his head away with a sly smile.
