Jian Ci groaned. The sound was raw, pulled from deep in his gut. His hand moved from Yu Xi’s waist, sliding up his back, then down again, the silk of Yu Xi’s shirt a frustrating barrier.

His fingers groped, seeking the shape of Yu Xi’s body underneath the fabric, the dip of his spine, the firm muscles of his lower back, the curve of his ass. Jian Ci wanted it now. But the promise, the slow, deliberate tease... it was a torture he was willing to endure. Good things were worth waiting for.

"I am looking forward to it," Jian Ci said, his voice rough. Then he leaned forward, finally capturing Yu Xi’s lips properly.

This kiss wasn’t tender. It was intense and passionate. Jian Ci’s mouth opened over Yu Xi’s, his tongue slipping inside without hesitation. Yu Xi groaned into the kiss, a sound of surrender and want. Their tongues entwined, hot and slick, a dance of push and pull that made Yu Xi’s head spin.

Jian Ci’s hands were moving, gripping, feeling. One hand stayed low, palming Yu Xi’s ass through his trousers, squeezing the firm flesh. The other roamed up his back, fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulder.

Jian Ci was hot. He was hard. His cock was a rigid, needy length straining against the silk of his robe, and the fabric was thin enough that Yu Xi could feel every detail of it, the thick shaft, the swollen head, poking against his own hip.

The kiss deepened, turned nasty. Jian Ci sucked on Yu Xi’s tongue, then licked the roof of his mouth, his movements desperate and hungry.

Yu Xi responded by arching into him, grinding his own hardening cock against Jian Ci’s stomach.

When their lips finally parted, panting, there was a silver thread of saliva connecting them for a second before it thinned and snapped.

"Wait for me," Yu Xi breathed, his eyes dark with lust.

"I will be waiting," Jian Ci promised, his gaze burning.

Yu Xi got up from his lap. He didn’t just get up to leave. As he walked toward the bathroom, he started to strip. His movements were slow, calculated, a performance meant to wreck Jian Ci.

He unbuttoned his shirt from the bottom, one button at a time, letting the fabric fall open to reveal his smooth stomach and toned chest. He shrugged it off, letting it drop to the floor behind him. Next, his trousers.

He unzipped them, pushed them down over his hips, and stepped out of them, kicking them aside. He left a trail of clothes on the plush carpet, a path of seduction leading to the shower.

Jian Ci watched, his mouth dry. He bit his lower lip, his teeth digging into the soft skin. He spread his legs wider on the couch, his robe falling open more, and the hard thing between his legs became even harder, throbbing with every heartbeat.

Yu Xi was bare now except for his simple black underwear, the fabric taut over his ass, outlining the shape of his cock.

Just as Yu Xi reached the bathroom door, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear. He pulled them down, peeling them off his body in one smooth motion. Then, without looking back, he tossed them. The underwear landed softly on Jian Ci’s chest.

Jian Ci caught them, a slight chuckle escaping him. Then, like a pervert, like the man Yu Xi knew he was, he lifted the fabric and sniffed. He inhaled the scent of Yu Xi’s skin, his musk, a scent that drove him fucking wild.

Yu Xi paused at the door, looking over his shoulder. "Pervert," he said.

Jian Ci met his gaze, holding the underwear. "I never hid it from you. So why are you surprised?"

Yu Xi’s smile was wicked. Then he turned and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack.

Jian Ci sat there on the couch, the soft black cotton in his hand, his cock a painful, erect weight against his belly. He could hear the shower start, the spray of water hitting tile.

He imagined Yu Xi under it, water sluicing over his naked skin, over his shoulders, down his back, over that perfect ass. He imagined Yu Xi’s hands, soapy, sliding over his own body, preparing himself for him.

He suddenly snapped out of it recalling his plan. His heart hammered against his ribs, a wild rhythm of anticipation and mischief. He moved with a silent, focused speed, kneeling by his suitcase, his fingers sliding past folded shirts to find the hidden compartment. He had refused the butler’s request to unpack their luggage for them for this very reason.

The soft, velvet-lined pouch was tucked beneath a pair of jeans. He unzipped it, his breath catching at the treasure inside.

He didn’t take everything. Just a few select items. A lace jock strap, its threads woven into a delicate, see-through pattern. A matching collar, soft leather with a silver O-ring. A small, discreet bottle of lubricant. A leash and even a vibrating butt plug.

He shed his robe quickly, standing naked in the dim evening light filtering through the balcony. The jock strap slid up his legs, the elastic settling at his hips. He adjusted the front panel, the lace cupping him, revealing more than concealing.

It was a perfect fit. He ran a hand over the delicate fabric covering his cock, already half-hard from the sheer thrill of this. He imagined Yu Xi’s eyes on it, the way his boyfriend’s gaze would darken, hungry and wanting.

Next, the collar. He fastened it around his neck, the leather cool at first, then warming to his pulse. He turned to the mirror on the closet door.

The image there, his own body framed by the lace, the collar a stark statement against his throat, sent a jolt of pure heat straight to his groin.

He looked irresistible. The thought wasn’t vain; it was a certainty. Yu Xi would surely lose his mind.

He worked fast to set the scene. The overhead lights were switched off. He lit the scented candles he had packed, placing them on the nightstands and the desk.

The fragrance, sandalwood and something faintly smoky, filled the room, weaving through the steam from the bathroom. The bedroom transformed. Shadows danced on the walls. The bed, with its crisp white sheets, became an altar.