It was not alcohol **

It was not alcohol that was making him feel so fluttery and lightheaded. But there had to be something that Zhang Wang was drunk on. Something that captivated his attention and muddled his mind. A rosy haze that beckoned his sense. 

It was the large palms that spanned his body, that greedily pinned him down and demanded affection. The soft groans and wet suckling noises. The rustling of sheets.

Zhang Wang welcomed the touch that snaked between his legs, his knees parting with invitation. His own hands found purchase down south, greedily cupping the round buns of Yu Yanlin's behind.

Yu Yanlin's eyes were glazed, his hand brushing over the Immortal of a Thousand Blossom's hardened cock. Zhang Wang smiled coyly, noting that Yanlin's gaze was on his throat, no doubt covered with flowering purples and pinks. "Do you like what you see?" He asked teasingly, thrusting encouragingly into Yanlin's palm.

"I do."