It had been hours.
Hours of nonstop kissing that left Wenzhi dizzy from lack of oxygen and energy because Xinyuan was completely insatiable, obsessed with his lips, his neck, the marks spreading across his skin.
They had not even gone beyond kissing and touching, yet somehow it already felt excessive.
Overwhelming.
Wenzhi had expected Xinyuan to go further by now. To finally pay attention to the aching hardness trapped between his legs.
God knew Wenzhi wanted him to.
But at this rate, that alone might actually kill him.
Xinyuan looked completely gone. Completely consumed. Like kissing Wenzhi was the only thing keeping him functional.
All of a sudden, he pulled back.
Wenzhi was lying beneath him at that point, lips swollen red from being kissed raw, chest rising unevenly while Xinyuan stared down at him with frightening intensity.
His left eye was still red. He was still unstable.
"Are you hurting here, Freckles?" Xinyuan's hand slipped beneath Wenzhi's waistband.
