Hot flashes

When Xiao Jue leaned in, Zhou Heng hadn't fully regained his footing yet.

Zhou Heng's heels were forced to rise slightly, and in the instant his center of gravity shifted, he instinctively grabbed Xiao Jue's shoulder, his fingertips sinking into the thin fabric.

Xiao Jue's kiss landed heavily.

His lips brushed against Zhou Heng's lips.

Zhou Heng's lips parted slightly.

Xiao Jue carried a temperature that had become exceptionally hot from waiting for so long.

Zhou Heng's calves were taut from the knees down, with the veins at his ankles slightly bulging.

His breath came out of his nose with a drawn-out, thin trailing sound, like the gradually fading vibration of a plucked string.

Xiao Jue's hand had somehow moved away from his waist. One hand pinched his chin, his thumb pressing into the indentation between his jaw and earlobe, lifting his face to a height that was just right to align with his own.

With his other hand propped against the wall near his ear, his arm bent into a stiff arc in Zhou Heng's peripheral vision.

Xiao Jue's lips moved away from his for a moment, as if giving him a breather, but that moment was so short it was almost non-existent, and then he pressed down on him again.

Zhou Heng pulled his fingers, which were resting on his shoulder, inward slightly.

His back slid down the wall by half an inch and then stopped.

He raised his other hand from his side, but instead of returning it to Xiao Jue, he placed it on the wall behind him, his fingertips touching the wall.

His lips moved away from Zhou Heng's lips, slid to the corner of his mouth, and paused for a moment on his chin.

His breath hit that patch of skin.

Zhou Heng's chin twitched slightly as the breath brushed against it, as if a string had been plucked by the warm air, then gently plucked before returning to its original position.

Xiao Jue's lips slowly slid down his jawline to below his earlobe, stopping on the skin that was slightly red from the kisses.

His lips parted slightly, and air slid through the gap between them, causing his vocal cords to vibrate slightly.

"Baby."

Zhou Heng's ears burned instantly.

Starting from the earlobe, it extends upwards along the contour of the ear, as if someone had lit a fire behind his ear.

Xiao Jue's lips moved away from his earlobe, slid back along the curve of his cheekbone, and covered his lips again.

Zhou Heng's back was pressed against the wall.

His fingers hung slightly curled at his sides, and just as he raised his fingertips as if to grab something, they were covered by Xiao Jue's palm.

Xiao Jue's fingers clenched between his fingers, pulling his hand up and pressing it against the wall.

The two men's hands were pressed against the wall, one on top of the other, with Xiao Jue's palm against the back of his hand. Every time Xiao Jue increased the pressure with his lips, his hands would tighten accordingly.

His lips moved away from Zhou Heng's lips, slid down his jaw to the side of his neck, and then back to his lips, over and over again.

When Zhou Heng's breath came out of his nose, it was a thin, short rhythm, made even more pronounced by his lips being blocked, as if someone were cutting a continuous line into countless small segments with scissors.

Xiao Jue pulled his hand out from between his fingers.

He closed his five fingers together and lifted him up slightly.

Zhou Heng's toes left the ground completely in that instant. His body scrambled up a bit and then landed back on the wall, his back scraping against the wall with a very faint friction sound.

His legs bent the instant his body was lifted, automatically pressing against Xiao Jue's waist.

His back rubbed against the wall briefly before pressing against it again, his forehead resting against Xiao Jue's shoulder.

Xiao Jue's lips pressed against his again.

Zhou Heng's ankle tucked slightly at his lower back, the heel of his shoe lightly brushing against the small patch of skin exposed outside his clothes.

Xiao Jue carried him into the room.

It was only a few steps, but they walked very slowly.