Yutong had been hungry, before — had been looking forwards to sharing the dinner he’s brought, carefully picked up from one of Zhan Yao’s favourite places — but it’s a different kind of hunger that rolls through him now, a different kind of wanting that heats his belly as he watches Zhan Yao lick at his finger and turn another page. He has his glasses on, and Yutong had almost forgotten how good he looks in them, hasn’t seen them in so long, and between them and the curl of his tongue on his fingertip, he—
He strides over and places the take-away carefully on the table. Zhan Yao turns to him, startled, and only just manages to settle the book back in amongst its comrades on the shelf before Yutong is kissing him, long and deep.
This hits my semi-public sex kink just right. 😉