The Art of Makin' You Mine (TIANSHAN)

He Tian watched Mo Guan Shan sleeping so soundly in his arms. The redhead's chest heaved steadily each time he exhaled the air off his lungs.

Usually, Mo would put on a hell of a fight whenever He Tian went overboard with his constant flirtatious coquetry. But today, it took Mo just a few split seconds to fall asleep in his embrace so meekly and peacefully. He Tian couldn't help but to chuckle at how Mo reminded him of a little kid who was so drained from his playtime sessions.

He Tian then altered the position of their intertwined legs as he started to feel a tented up pressure from inside his briefs. He could feel his immoral junk piercing through his pajama pants, straining over the fabric. He Tian grunted as his cock grazed against Mo's groin.

He tried to suppress anything inappropriate as he gazed so intently, so yearnfully at Mo's placid expression who seemed so serene in his dreamland...

"Crap, I want to kiss that lips so bad... " He Tian thought silently before he eventually succumbed to his own venereal desires.