Jian Ci didn't wait for another invitation. He dove in, his lips finding Yu Xi's neck. Yu Xi gasped, a sharp, sweet sound. His fingers tangled in Jian Ci's hair, pulling, while his other hand splayed across Jian Ci's back, fingernails digging into his oil sleeked skin.
Jian Ci kissed down the elegant column of Yu Xi's throat, his lips and tongue mapping the pulse points, the delicate tendons. He gently bit the Adam's apple, a possessive nip that made Yu Xi shudder.
His hands were frantic at Yu Xi's belt, tugging at the silk tie until it loosened. He pulled open the robe's lapel, exposing Yu Xi's chest. His mouth descended, kissing, sucking, biting the smooth skin just above the collarbone.
He swirled his tongue there, a wet, devoted claim. Yu Xi hissed, a mix of pain and piercing pleasure that arched his spine off the armchair.
