78 Don't let your disciple grind on you

With the weight of Han Yu's lithe body over his, the last thing Xi Zirui wants to do is stay still.

Everywhere their bodies meet feels hypersensitive, even with several layers of robes between them.

Xi Zirui twists his face to side so he won't feel Han Yu's warm breath mixing with his on each inhale. 

Except now Han Yu is breathing over the sensitive shell of Xi Zirui's hear and that isn't any better.

One of Han Yu's hands slides up his bent knee to clutch at the dip of his waist and press him down harder against the rough ground.

"Don't move, Shizun, don't move," Han Yu says, his lips a hairsbreadth away from Xi Zirui's earlobe.

Xi Zirui closes his eyes and calls on to all his reserves of self-control not to squirm against the hard thigh Han Yu has shoved up between his legs.

Moments later, he understands the need to be quiet.