It was a searing kiss with emotion that was concealed so tightly. Yan Xiang widened his eyes in disbelief but he could feel a firm hand holding his waist like an unbreakable shackle, constraining him, leaving him no room to escape.
One would wonder who was the one that was imprisoned in this place, was it him, Yan Xiang or was it Zhu Ye? Who was the Master? He pushed Shen Jiyu down and took control of the kiss, their lips met and the passionate kiss turned more ferocious as if they were battling over who would come out on top.
Yan Xiang rubbed his fingers over the hard cock and Shen Jiyu gasp, allowing him to plunge his tongue even deeper into Shen Jiyu's mouth.
Few minutes, he broke away and he cupped Shen Jiyu's cheeks softly. He let his fingers slip along the side of Shen Jiyu's neck. He stroked his thumb over Shen Jiyu's flushed cheeks and smiled.
"I won."
"It was not a competition." Shen Jiyu pointed out teasingly.
