What kind of drunk are you?"

Luo Muchen very much wanted something alright but what he wanted would only make him seem like a beast taking advantage of his little lover after spoiling him with a big gift. His throat bobbed imagining Qie Xieling on his knees with hickeys all over his arched back as his body moved from his (Luo Muchen's) hardness thrusting into his deepest depths.

Luo Muchen envisioned himself with his hand gently resting on his neck while kissing Qie Xieling's shoulder. His hunger for him was apparent on his face. He was really starting to think that he had a sex demon or something because his mind kept straying there. 

"I want you to stay with me tonight," he said trying to stray away from voicing his true desires. Qie Xieling turned his face slightly and whispered into his ear with a warm and fuzzy feeling in his chest. 

"Sure... I can stay with you."