Chapter 81 - Want*

Muchen clenched his fist tightly as he felt the intoxicating sensation on his lips. His little Yunfeng was gently, tentatively touching his lips with his. Slowly and sensually moving those warm, wet lips on his.

He had just come out, and his whole body had gone cold, but Yunfeng had just taken a warm bath, making him wet and warm.

It… his lips were amazing.

Muchen's hands trembled slightly, losing the grip on the bag. It fell to the ground with a bang, scattering all the clean clothes.

But all he could hear was a loud ringing in his ears.

It was like he was in a trance.

All he could think of was that intoxicating scent of lemons that filled the elevator. His nostrils flared just to get another whiff of it.

This was Yunfeng's scent. His Yunfeng's scent that he couldn't get enough of.

It made his body tingle in strange ways that were too embarrassing to explain.

"Yunfeng…" he gasped softly. Gentle lips muffled his next words with loving kisses. "Mnn…" a moan escaped his lips.

Yunfeng groaned, pushing him against the cold elevator walls. Their bodies were flush against each other.

Muchen felt it. That hard warmth pressing up against his lower stomach. His eyes widened slightly. 'Wait… why is he so big?'

He had seen Yunfeng just a few minutes ago in that bath; he did look big, but… but this bulge pressing against him was humongous.

'I think he is bigger than me…'

'Ahhhh, what am I even thinking…' he mentally slapped himself again and again. Tonight he did not intend for things to go this far. Just a kiss! A romantic kiss was what he had planned.

Muchen gently placed a hand on his shoulders and pushed him away slightly. "I… I think we are going too fast…"

Mouth wide open, Yunfeng panted, gazing into his eyes. "But I want you…" he moaned in a soft, sensual tone.

Muchen literally moaned out loud listening to this. "What have you done to me…" chuckling, he cupped his face. His soft cheeks were warm and tinted a slight shade of red. "You drunkard. You're driving me crazy. What will I do with you?"

The grinning young man jutted his hips, rubbing his hard-on against him. "Anything."

"That is a d-dangerous word."

Yunfeng giggled cutely and leaned his head against his shoulder, breathing his warm breath onto his skin. "Hehe~ because you're mine~" His warm tongue licked the nape of his neck.

Muchen gaped.

"You smell so good~ I want to bite you here… I want to make you mine." Moaning, he kept rubbing himself against him. "Ohhh…" his eyes shone slightly. "You're hard too…"

"Yes, I'm a man… with you touching me like that…" Muchen blushingly gazed away.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands cupped his face and made him face Yunfeng. "Don't look away. Look at me, Muchen~ my Muchen… I want you all to myself."

"You… want me?" he whispered, his voice trembling slightly with the weight of emotions he'd been holding back. His chest tightened, flooded with an unfamiliar but comforting sense of being wanted, completely and without reservation.

A slow, tender smile crept across his face, eyes softening as he leaned into their touch. "I'm yours," he murmured, voice low, filled with affection. "Always."

"Yes…" Yunfeng smiled dazzlingly before he took Muchen's lips in the most sensual kiss ever.

Their lips began to bite and tug, a playful aggression that ignited the heat between them.

A tingle ran up his spine. Muchen leaned his head back with a groan.

Yunfeng bit his lower lip, sucking it into his mouth.

The sharper sensation sent pulses of electricity through their bodies, drawing soft gasps and moans. Each bite was both teasing and possessive, as if they were trying to claim one another completely.

A sudden loud ding pulled Muchen out of his dazed state.

"Hello, sir, the elevator has been stopped at this floor for a very long time. It's a mechanical default. We will come up there to sort it out in a minute. Please do not panic."

Muchen cupped Yunfeng's mouth and hit the speaker. "We are fine. We…" The naughty boy bit his hand and sucked on his fingertip. "Ahem, we don't need any assistance. Please refrain from coming up until you are called for. Do you understand?"

"Um, yes sir."

Gasping, Muchen peered at the pink tongue licking his fingertips ever so slowly. His mind was wildly thinking of all the places that tongue could be right at that moment. "Fuck…"

Yunfeng let go of him with a pop, giggling. A line of drool connected his lips and his fingertip. "You taste very good…"