Zi Han felt a little parched his lips dry as he stared straight into Yi Chen's eyes. He subconsciously stuck out his tongue to lick his dry lips but ended up licking Yi Chen's finger instead.
Yi Chen's breathing stagnated his eyes darkening further. He gently rubbed Zi Han's lip with his thumb and as though unaware of what was good for him Zi Han kept teasing the tip of his finger provocatively.
His hand caressing Zi Han's waist underneath the t-shirt slid downwards with his palms pressing on that smooth sweaty skin.