"So you really want me to force you?" Wen Jian stepped closer until his hand reached out, hooping around the man's waist. "You sure you won't regret your words? I'd like to give you another minute or so before you think carefully about it. You did write a handjob, after all. So I don't think you'd like-"
God, why was this man thinking so much? Veins popped on Yu Weimin's forehead.
He had already gotten hard by seeing the man's intense, lust filled glance darted at his face. How long was this man going to chat for?! Until he death?!
"-So what I'd propose is we should draft a new contra-"
Before he could finish those words, Yu Weimin simply gave in to his desire and kissed the man's lips. His hands went toward the man's head, pulling him closer.
Yu Weimin's lips sucked as he used his teeth and gently bit Wen Jian's lower lips. As soon as the man's mouth opened, his tongue slipped in and directly aimed for the throat.
