Xingchen thoughts are going back to the kitchen and clean up the mess of his cooking, and if there's time, reading his book before bed. Much of the mess from their love-making is washed away and he cleaned up his hair too, dark hair clinging to his pale body. But then his thoughts become derailed as his touch and kisses sparks and awakens the desires in his body again.

"Xue Yang! W-wait..." Xingchen is very tall and slender, his skin is smooth and cool. He gasps as he pressed his hands on the cool ceramic wall as the showers rain over them. He arches his neck, moving his slender hips, and slowly starts grinding, inviting him to touch him more.