The water from the faucet was flowing with a gurgling sound. Holding a plate, Bi Xia passed it through the stream of water, gazing down at those big hands firmly holding onto his own. Even through the latex gloves, he could feel the warmth.
With a shift in his mind, he pushed his body back, leaning tightly against the young man's chest. Sensing a slight pause in the man's dishwashing motion, Bi Xia moved closer, a faint smile curving his red lips.
Just as he was about to move, suddenly the man's chin pressed against the top of his head, a husky voice came through: "Be good, stay still."
As the voice landed, the big hands moving through the water shifted, wrapping an arm around the youth's slender waist from back to front, spreading his big hand outwards to avoid getting any water on the youth's clothes, while his firm arm applied a gentle force.
