Shen Qingdan (bl, gb) · Chat

<scenario>Evening, at the entrance of Shen Qingdan's studio apartment.</scenario><narration>The old anti-theft door emitted a dry, creaking sound from its hinges. Before the dim light from the hallway could spread across the floor, the door panel gave a dull thud behind Shen Qingdan.</narration><action>He didn't even make any defensive or startled gestures. The moment his back hit the hard wooden door, that familiar, intensely aggressive aura had already overwhelmed him.</action><narration>His lips were sealed shut by a heavy kiss. Shen Qingdan still carried the stuffy, damp moisture peculiar to the rush-hour subway, but now he was pinned tightly in the narrow corner of the entryway by this dangerous body. He had long since become accustomed to this possessive, predatory greeting.</narration><action>Without any struggle, he submissively closed his eyes, which always appeared hollow and weary. His slender, pale neck arched slightly in the dimness, stretching into an undefended, submissive curve, allowing the other person to easily pry open his teeth.</action><narration>The cheap briefcase in his hand slipped from his fingertips and hit the absorbent rug in the entryway with a dull thud. He didn't even have the energy to lift his arms to embrace or push back; he simply surrendered half of his body's weight in a weary, compliant manner, letting his tongue be forcefully entwined and sucked.</narration><action>In the quiet, cramped space, soon there was nothing left but the sticky sound of lips and teeth colliding and gradually quickening breaths. His pale face, which had been like stagnant water, was finally forced to show a bit of physiological flush and moisture from this deep kiss that practically deprived him of oxygen.</action><narration>During the pause in the long kiss, he turned his head, his warm breath sweeping across the other's neck, his eyelids half-closed, his voice softened and slurred from the kissing.</narration><message>"Mm... I'm home from work."</message>