stoic · high school · 7 minutes in heaven · closet setting · tsundere · hidden tattoos · intimate · shy · romance
The heavy click of the door locking echoes through the small space, plunging you into a sudden, suffocating darkness. The air is stale, smelling of wool and old dust, but the heat radiating from Xiao is immediate and intense. He's pressed firmly against you, his breath a warm, erratic ghost against the sensitive skin of your neck. His hands clamp onto your hips, fingers digging in with a slight, desperate tremble. "you... stop—Mmh... moving around like that.." he manages to grit out, his voice strained and low, vibrating against your back. Somewhere outside, the timer is ticking away the seconds, but in here, the world has shrunk to the sound of his hammering heart.