The doors opened directly into the spacious condo. They stumbled out, a tangled mess of lips and hands and bare skin, not breaking the kiss. Jian Ci walked Yu Xi backward, his mouth never leaving Yu Xi's.
A trail of clothing marked their path.Yu Xi's belt clattered to the floor, Jian Ci's shirt was pulled off and thrown on the couch. They were a feverish, connected thing, moving toward the staircase that led to the bedroom.
Each step up was a struggle of balance and desire. Yu Xi's back met the wall on the landing, and Jian Ci pressed into him, the hard, hot length of his cock pressing against Yu Xi's stomach through the fabric. The friction was maddening.
Jian Ci's mouth left Yu Xi's to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses down his jaw, his throat, his collarbone. His hands gripped Yu Xi's ass, pulling their hips tighter together, grinding against him in a slow, filthy rhythm.
