Xing Yu gently grasped his lover's slender hips, his fingers curling securely around Jian's waist as his thumb slowly rubbed over the soft, warm skin there. The simple touch sent a shiver through Jian's body, drawing a soft moan from his lips.
Jian instinctively nuzzled closer against Xing Yu's chest, seeking the warmth of his body before tilting his head back to look at him. His pupils were already blown wide with passion, his normally clear eyes darkened by the emotions he was struggling to contain. His cheeks were flushed, and his lips were slightly swollen from their earlier kisses.
"What are we doing here...?" Jian whispered breathlessly. "We're going to take off soon, and the others... the others will come back."
His voice faltered when Xing Yu's hand slipped beneath the fabric of his shirt. Warm fingers slowly traced along the bare skin of his back, moving gently over the curve of his waist.
A soft sound escaped Jian before he could stop it.
