The night grew warmer inside the room, despite the cool sea breeze sneaking in through the balcony doors.
Their kisses deepened, breathless and hungry—like they'd been holding back for far too long.
Chen's hand slid beneath Lu Sheng's hoodie, fingertips grazing bare skin. Lu Sheng arched into the touch, lips curving into a smirk against Chen's mouth. "Mmh… getting bolder, sugar daddy."
Chen chuckled low in his throat. "Just following orders, boss."
Lu Sheng's hoodie was tossed aside, followed by his shirt, revealing soft skin that glowed faintly in the moonlight. Chen couldn't help but pause and admire him.
"Stop staring," Lu Sheng muttered, cheeks flushed despite the smirk. "You're not at an art gallery."
"Then stop looking like a masterpiece," Chen whispered, trailing his fingers down Lu Sheng's chest, making him shiver.
Lu Sheng rolled them over suddenly, straddling Chen's waist, palms pressed to his chest.
"You talk too much," he said, leaning in, lips brushing along Chen's jawline. "Let's see if I can shut you up."
He kissed Chen again, slower this time, teasing. His hands roamed freely—confident, playful—sending sparks down Chen's spine.
They pulled at each other's clothes with growing urgency, heat curling between them like fire. The sound of the waves outside mixed with soft sighs and stolen gasps.
Chen's hand tangled in Lu Sheng's hair as he whispered, "You're dangerous…"
Lu Sheng leaned down, their noses brushing. "And you? You're already addicted."
He slid down slightly, placing teasing kisses on Chen's neck, collarbone, then further—slow, deliberate, making Chen groan under him.
They moved together, skin against skin, desire growing like a storm. Chen flipped them again, his lips tracing down Lu Sheng's chest, hands holding his waist firm.
Their eyes met—flushed, breathless.
"No regrets?" Chen murmured.
"None," Lu Sheng whispered back, pulling him down for another kiss.
That night, they didn't sleep much.
Between tangled sheets and muffled laughter, stolen moans and playful teasing, their bodies spoke a language far more honest than words.
When they finally collapsed into each other's arms, slick with sweat and warmth, the world outside faded, leaving only the sound of waves—and two hearts finally beating in sync.