70 NINTH GALAXY

Xiao Zhan was dazed from the kiss, yet he leaned in once more to rub their noses together, to nip at

Yibo's lower lip, until the nipping became a harsh bite, and Yibo felt the sting of pain. He could

feel the bruising without looking, with Xiao Zhan's proudness of a mark that could only be covered with makeup.

"You've stopped being afraid," Yibo commented, unconsciously laving the area Xiao Zhan had bitten with his tongue. "Turn around."

"Turn around how?"

"Think indecent," said Yibo.

"Indecent," Xiao Zhan echoed, laugh of disbelief, ear tips flushed from cold and yearning. He understood what Yibo wanted, elbows dipped into the mattress and sheet, knees to the side of Yibo's. His hips raised, Yibo breathed out at the sight, of his bared buttocks and cock hanging, partially covered by the robe.