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“What are you— what’s happening?” He can’t pass out, he absolutely cannot do that, he’d never live down the embarrassment. “Shang Chao, please get up, the floor’s dirty—”
“It’s not dirty, we just swept in here this morning.” Shang Chao’s hands inch their way up over Yang Cheng’s thighs, a warm, insistent weight even through the fabric of his jeans. “And I’m gonna do this properly, so this position is a must.”
Forget passing out, he’s going to have a fucking heart attack at this rate.
Yang Cheng swallows down the first three things that try to pop out of his mouth, namely god yes and wow you’ve got such pretty lashes and argh. His mouth works uselessly, because what is going on what the fuck what the actual fuck, until he manages to choke out, “Do what?”
“Beg,” Shang Chao says, with a butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-his-mouth smile and a subtle quirk of his brow, like he’s silently asking what’s gotten Yang Cheng so worked up. He tilts his head, flutters his pretty lashes. “Chengcheng, please? Please wear it? For me?”
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28 Jul 2025