His smooth fingers trailed along the broad chest, drawing circling around the pink . A low chuckle escaped the older male's lips and a hand caressed the head that was placed on his neck.
“Yi Xing... It tickles,” the older boy whispered in Yi Xing's ears, sending thrills all over his body. Yi Xing pulled himself away from the older boy and propped he chin in the palm of his left hand, arm resting in the broad chest.
 
“You look so beautiful,” Yi Xing smiled playfully and placed his free hand on his chest. “My... Yi Fannie...” he mumbled bending down as he heard Yi Fan let out a soft sigh.
 
Yi Xing kissed his left chest and then the right one, trailing his way up to his chin before taking his already waiting lips in a sinfully way between his lips.
 
The kiss was slow, sensual and set both of their bodies on fire. Slowly, placing his palms on Yi Xing's tiny waist, Yi Fan moved him above, never once leaving the other’s lips.
They opened their eyes. The younger’s were lidded, his lips red and swollen, slightly opened, breathing irregular. Yi Fan was looking at him. Tearing through him with his piercing gaze. He gently pulled Yi Xing, making him lay over.
The boy could hear his boyfriend’s heartbeat. Fast. A music to his ears.
Everything felt so right, like it supposed to be, like they did nothing wrong.
“Do I make you feel this way?” he asked, placing a hand on his heart.
 
“Yeah… Only you...”