( His roaming hands have a mind of their own, hungrily seeking out the spaces he hasn't allowed himself to touch before. Calloused fingers find the shape of Zhou Zishu's ribs, skate across them, his warm mouth breaking away to trace the shape of a jaw, sucking and teasing the shivering skin just beneath the hinge. He bares one shoulder by pushing the fabric beneath, lets his teeth fit light to the shape of it, his other hand sweeping down a side and across the plains of his back.
It's unhurried, even though he seems to want to touch everywhere all at once. He takes his time with it, dark gaze flickering to Zhou Zishu's face every few seconds. )
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It's unhurried, even though he seems to want to touch everywhere all at once. He takes his time with it, dark gaze flickering to Zhou Zishu's face every few seconds. )