Yu Xi kissed lower, over the taut muscles of Jian Ci's abdomen. His own cock was aching, leaking into his boxers, but this was about Jian Ci now. He nuzzled the hard line of Jian Ci's erection straining against his trousers, breathing in his musky, male scent. He palmed him through the fabric, a firm, knowing stroke.
Jian Ci cried out, his hips bucking up into the touch.
"Gege, do you want my hand on your cock?" Yu Xi murmured, his breath hot through the material. " Do you want me to fucking touch you?" Jian Ci expression said everything he needed to know. The best he could get out of Jian Ci in the state was a nod at times him called his name.
Yu Xi's smirk returned. He made quick work of the button and zipper, the sound loud in the quiet room. He slid his hand inside, past the waistband of Jian Ci's boxers, and his fingers wrapped around the hot, hard length of him. Jian Ci was thick and heavy in his hand, velvet over steel. A bead of wetness already seeped from the tip.
