Then lets make it real

Yi Chen knew his man was shameless, just not this shameless. When he touched his skin with a cool towel, Zi Han would twist his body subtly and make sex noises like he had been touched in the no no parts.

In other words, he was deliberately playing with fire. Yi Chen couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

"Babe, that sounds fake. You sound like you are faking an orgasm," he said as he continued to wipe Zi Han's chest underneath his t-shirt. 

Zi Han turned his head and said, "Then let's make it real."

"You are obviously drunk. How many fingers am I holding up?" asked Yi Chen and Zi Han raised his hand and started counting slowly.

"One... two... four... seven...," he said with a serious expression like he really didn't want to get it wrong.

"Really?" said Yi Chen almost unable to contain himself.