Li Ming's breath hitched as Wang Yang's lips pressed more firmly against his. There was no hesitation in Wang Yang's movements now—he cupped the back of Li Ming's neck, fingers threading into his damp hair from the shower, pulling him closer like he couldn't stand even a centimeter of space between them.
Li Ming melted.
He wasn't supposed to respond. He wasn't supposed to want this. But the moment Wang Yang's tongue brushed lightly against his lower lip, a soft, involuntary whimper escaped him. His hand instinctively gripped Wang Yang's shirt, clutching the fabric like he needed it to breathe.
Wang Yang growled low in his throat. "You kiss me like that again," he murmured against his mouth, "and I won't stop."
Li Ming's eyes flickered open, dazed. His voice came out rough, almost whispered. "Then don't."
Something in Wang Yang snapped.
He pushed Li Ming back against the couch cushions in one swift motion, climbing over him, their bodies perfectly aligned. His hands slid under the loose hem of Li Ming's hoodie, fingertips grazing warm skin, feeling the quickening rhythm of his breath.
"You don't know what you're asking for," Wang Yang muttered, voice strained.
Li Ming's lips curled in a smirk, though his heartbeat thundered in his chest. "I think I do."
Their mouths met again, this time with no restraint. Deep, hungry, unrelenting. Wang Yang kissed like a man starved—like he'd been holding back for years and couldn't anymore.
Li Ming gave in, completely, willingly.
Hands roamed. Soft gasps mixed with the rustling of clothes. Wang Yang's mouth trailed down Li Ming's jaw, his neck, tasting the heat that rose under his skin. Every place he kissed left a burning imprint that made Li Ming tremble.
Wang Yang's voice was hoarse. "Tell me to stop."
Li Ming looked at him—eyes glassy, lips swollen, breath uneven—and shook his head.
"I don't want you to."
Their clothes were half-off, tangled between the couch cushions. Wang Yang's hand slid up Li Ming's thigh, slow and purposeful, testing his boundaries, waiting for a flinch that never came.
Li Ming arched slightly into his touch, his body giving Wang Yang every answer he needed.
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