Jiang Qi was taken aback for the briefest moment by the sudden kiss, but he recovered quickly. His reaction was almost instant as the hand already resting on Shen Yi's waist pulled him closer, pressing their bodies so firmly together it was as if he was afraid the other man might vanish. His other hand, still holding Shen Yi's shaft, slid upward in an unhurried yet deliberate motion until it travelled across the hard planes of Shen Yi's bare chest and up the length of his neck. His fingers curled slightly at the side, holding him there as if he couldn't get enough. His lips matched Shen Yi's pace without a second's hesitation.