Page 74 of From Beijing, With Love

“Did I hurt you?” Yang pulled back just enough to see Daniel’s face—swollen lips and hazy eyes.

The growled “No” reverberated within the space between their lips. Yang moved his mouth to Daniel’s throat, resolved to be gentle as he ran his tongue across Daniel’s skin, savoring its saltiness. He could feel Daniel’s erection pressed between them, and he was sure that Daniel could feel his own. Reaching down, Yang traced the outline of Daniel’s hard-on with one hand, deliberately staying outside of his shorts. The groan of frustration that elicited was a beautiful sound.

“Did I ever thank you for coming to Xi’an?” Yang whispered in Daniel’s ear, a smile dancing on his lips.

“I … don’t think so?”

Yang sank down to his knees and pulled down Daniel’s shorts just enough to free his cock, which was already glistening with precum. He worked it with one hand, holding Daniel’s gaze, before wrapping his lips around it.

With one hand braced against the door, Daniel’s other hand found its way to the back of Yang’s head. It was all the encouragement Yang needed to take Daniel to the hilt.

“No, stop,” Daniel said.

Yang stopped and pulled back. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes … I just …”

“You what?”

“I almost came.” Daniel covered his face with a hand.

“Isn’t that the point?” Yang laughed, getting up on his feet.

“I don’t want you to get me off.”

“You don’t?” Yang’s eyes trailed down Daniel’s body, which was telling a very different story.

“I do, of course I do,” Daniel said. “Just not if I can’t reciprocate, because we …”

Yang understood then. They were both still in their outdoor clothes, covered in sweat. “How about I take that shower we talked about?” Yang smiled, before pulling his T-shirt off and dropping it on the floor. He didn’t have Daniel’s bulk, but his marathon training left him with lean muscles. Judging by Daniel’s face, he liked it just fine.

“The bathroom’s that way,” Daniel said, his voice hoarse.

Yang smirked as he walked past Daniel. Before stepping into the bathroom, he stripped off his running shorts. “Join me if you want. We can save some water.”

The cold water felt nice against Yang’s burning skin. He always took cold showers, even in the frigid Beijing winter. Closing his eyes, he worked the shampoo into a lather, saturating the shower with the scent of crisp apples.

He felt Daniel’s lips on his before he opened his eyes. He pulled Daniel under the shower stream and let the thick lather wash down both of their faces.

“The water’s freezing,” Daniel said as they pulled apart.

Yang blinked the water away and surveyed Daniel, who stood in front of him like a chiseled marble statue, if marble statues had wet hair and shivered in an adorable way.

“Sorry, let me fix that.” Yang turned the rickety knob. It took a few seconds for the shower to get the memo, and the memo apparently read scalding. Ducking out from the scorching stream, Yang crashed into Daniel’s arms, nearly knocking him over in the tight space. They fell into a fit of laughter.

“That was not sexy.” Yang readjusted the temperature.

“I beg to differ.” Daniel eyed Yang hungrily, like he was memorizing every inch of Yang’s body, before dropping to his knees.

Every thought left Yang’s brain as Daniel wrapped his beautiful lips around him. There was no hesitation or tease, just a desire to please. Daniel was showing Yang what he wanted and exactly how much he wanted it as he fucked Yang with his mouth.

“I love y—”

Yang stopped himself cold before something monumentally stupid—and insane—tumbled out of his mouth. Luckily, the sound of the cascading water drowned out his confession. More luckily still, he didn’t have the mind power to dwell on it as Daniel—beautiful, wet Daniel, on his knees for him—pushed him to the brink with every swirl of his tongue.

“I … Can I … I’m going to …”

Yang dug his fingers into Daniel’s sculpted shoulders as he came for what felt like forever. Daniel held on for every second of it.