Jian Ci's hands large, calloused from trainingslid under Yu Xi's thighs. In one fluid, terrifyingly easy motion, he lifted Yu Xi from the rug as if he weighed nothing. Yu Xi's breath hitched, his own hands flying to Jian Ci's shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscles.
The psychic entanglement tightened, a feedback loop of yearning. Jian Ci carried him the few feet to the bed and deposited him on the soft cover, the action devoid of gentleness, brimming with intent.
Yu Xi pushed himself up on his elbows, his heart hammering against his ribs. His lips crashed against Jian Ci's the kiss hot and intense.
Yu Xi moaned into it, his own starvation rising to the surface. It had been so long since Yu Xi had had a taste and he was yearning for more. His arms wound around Jian Ci's neck, pulling him down harder, his body arching off the bed to meet the solid weight pressing him down.
