"Oh!" A startled gasp tore out of Rui Ye's lips when Song Zhuyu abruptly thrust his hips upwards, causing his body to be jostled along.
He hastily slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound, his heart racing a thousand miles per hour. But Song Zhuyu himself didn't seem to notice it, too caught up in his own pleasures. The frequency of which he thrust his hips increased, so did the gasps and grunts he let out. Rui Ye could keenly sense the body beneath him becoming more and more tense, like a rubber band stretched almost to the limit.
Was Song Zhuyu… close?
As soon as that question flashed in his mind, Rui Ye's breath seized in his throat, and the muscles on his abdomen coiled tighter. He couldn't help but press his soft and pliant body closer to the man, like a small animal seeking more contact and intimacy. Meanwhile, his hands seemed to have grown a will of their own as they wrapped around Song Zhuyu's broad back.