Yu Xi chuckled. The vibration of his chest traveled through Jian Ci's own, a gentle, amused tremor that somehow softened the sharp edge of his annoyance.
"Is my pain amusing you, Little Xi?" Jian Ci murmured against his neck, his voice a low, needy grumble.
Yu Xi knew exactly what pain he meant. The evidence was pressing insistently against Yu Xi's thigh. Jian Ci was painfully, unmistakably hard. The thick, rigid length was a brand of his thwarted desire.
Yu Xi shifted, a mischievous smile playing on his lips even though Jian Ci couldn't see it. "I will take care of it for you," he said, his tone light and teasing. "But in the shower."
Jian Ci's head snapped up. His eyes, dark with want, searched Yu Xi's face. "Really?"
