Xuan Jian cocked his head to the side, a deep concentration in his dark eyes as they locked onto the figure sharing the bed with him. Their synchronized breaths filled the room, punctuating the intense silence that enveloped them.
There were no ceremonial red robes that would adorn a couple on their wedding night. This was not their first encounter, nor their last encounter.
But this moment felt subtly distinct, a change that could be traced back to their previous attempt—thanks to the interference of a certain silver haired ger—they were once again reversing their usual roles.
The attempt had been too soon then, and now, as they lay together, the echoes of that experience resonated in the air. More practice and the use of certain toys had paved the way for this moment.
They needed to slow things down, and they had.
