"Mm…"
The pressure and movements of Qing Xue's lips against his continued to be torturous with how soft and slow they were.
This kind of kiss from him reduced Bai Ruyi to trembling, unable to draw breath.
“Xue, stop teasing,” Bai Ruyi said weakly.
“But I just want to savor you.”
Qing Xue still relented a little, though, and held the side of Bai Ruyi’s neck while he applied more pressure to their kiss. The other man’s pliant lips gave way to his as they rubbed together in titillating ways.
Soon, however, Qing Xue regretted not being more forceful and greedy while he still could.
Bai Ruyi started to slide forward against him.
“Ruyi?” he asked as the other man once again settled his head against Qing Xue’s shoulder, his face pressed against the skin of his neck.
In a sleepy voice, Ba
