Lu Yizhou couldn't breathe, couldn't even feel the oxygen around him. His every sense was attuned to the beautiful cries that fell upon Terra's lips and the frantic movement of his hand, the fingers that went in and out of his wetness; the graceful column of his throat as he threw his head back when his fingers bumped into that particular spot, his scrunched up brows, his parted lips and a hint of tongue that peeked out through the rows of white teeth. The tantalizing line of sweat that rolled down his chest. The flush that had spread through his cheeks, neck and practically his entire body, making him look like a ripe peach.