Ling gasps as he feels that sting again on his back. His lips curl into a masochistic grin. He leans down and nips at Yuan’s soft skin along his shoulder. He sees the mark he left last night and settles in to make a second one. “My A-Yuan.. no one else’s..”

As their love making continues and their voices mingle to get somewhat higher, a certain guard steps out of his room. He moves closer and presses his ear to the door. Things were getting good! Now if only he could a hold on either or both boys alone. He smirks picturing Jin Ling crying for help, naked and … he almost checks the door before convincing himself to return to his room.