He could feel Heimo's breath hitch on his throat. His lips opened and closed without a word, each movement grazing against Lu Yizhou's lips like the faintest ghost of touch. It tingled and Lu Yizhou wished for nothing more than taking him again, this time gentle, to let him know the depth of Lu Yizhou's feelings toward him. From such a close distance, he could see myriads of emotions flashing through Heimo's eyes; the struggle, the appeased anger, satisfaction and longing — and he was sure that his own emotions were also laid bare for the man to see. Lu Yizhou let it be, if it meant he could hold Heimo close for a little longer.
Heimo pursed his lips and sought his eyes, hopeful. "You're lying."
"I am not."
"How— How could you…"
