"You smell like oranges, the freshly squeezed kind."

Jongdae wasn't sure whether he should take that as a compliment or not, so he decided to remain silent.
Yixing scooted closer, close enough to give Jongdae's exposed neck a delicate sniff. The latter suppressed a shiver of... excitement? anticipation? Jongdae wasn't even sure anymore- all he knew was that a hand was gently trailing up his side, leaving his skin tingling and burning at the elder's touch. Another hesitantly slid around Jongdae's back and buried itself in his hair. 

Yixing gazed at the other with inquisitive eyes, plainly waiting for a positive response. The younger could only clench his teeth and bite back a moan, watching as brown eyes flashed with amusement. Yixing allowed himself a small smirk before closing the gap between them.

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"You smell like oranges, the freshly squeezed kind."
Jongdae wasn't sure whether he should take that as a compliment or not, so he decided to remain silent.
It was the best decision he ever made.