Chen didn't hesitate.
He closed his mouth around one tight nipple, his tongue swirling hot and wet against the sensitive flesh.
Skyy cried out, the sound sharp and startling in the quiet room, his back bowing off the floor as pleasure shot straight to his groin.
Chen sucked hard, his teeth grazing the bud with just enough pressure to make his vision blur, before moving to the other side and giving it the same torturous attention.
"Chen—" Skyy gasped, his hands scrabbling at Chen's shoulders, his head tossing side to side. "Oh god, Chen, please—"
Chen licked and nipped and sucked, mapping every inch of his chest with his mouth, leaving marks that would bloom purple and blue by morning.
He was everywhere—sucking at the skin beneath his ribs, biting at his hip bone, laving attention on every patch of flesh he could reach.
He was moaning continuously now, high, broken sounds that he couldn't contain, his body writhing beneath Chen's ministrations.
