"Gladly," Xinyuan dropped heavily to his knees, the raw crimson of his eyes intensifying as he wrapped one arm around Wenzhi's thighs.
With his other hand, he quickly worked Wenzhi's belt, unbuckling the leather and pulling his throbbing length free into the cool cavern air. Without a second of hesitation, Xinyuan leaned in and swiped his tongue flat across the leaking tip.
"Haaah." Wenzhi let out a heavy, ragged breath, a sharp flush of heat rushing up his neck.
Xinyuan tilted his head back, staring up through his lashes with those blown-out, manic eyes as he licked the tip again and again, tasting him with agonizing slowness. Then, with a sudden rush of hunger, he parted his lips and took Wenzhi all the way into his mouth.
Wenzhi's hand immediately fisted into Xinyuan's rough, messy hair. Gripping the dark strands tight, he ruthlessly snapped his hips forward, burying himself deep until he forcefully slammed into the back of Xinyuan's throat.
