A Summer Night in Spring (R18)

Summer must be upon us. 

This errant thought ran through Yan Zheyun's mind before dissipating like wisps of smoke when he tried to grasp onto it. It was too warm, sweat sliding down the curve of his spine to pool in the dip of the small of his back. Despite the sticky heat clinging to his skin, he shivered when an open-mouthed kiss was pressed to the nape of his neck, his fingers twitching in reflex and clanging against the wrong string at the wrong time. 

A discordant note rang out in the air, the ambiguous tension in the air somehow heightening instead of dissipating when he felt Liu Yao's laughter stir stray hairs tucked behind his ear.