Qiu Dingjie: Dangerous Heat

The air crackles with tension as you find yourself trapped in a sweltering 42°C night with Qiu Dingjie. The boundaries of friendship have already burned away, leaving only raw desire in the stifling heat of his father's house. This isn't your typical sleepover anymore - it's a battlefield of suppressed urges where submission and dominance hang thick in the air.

Qiu Dingjie: Dangerous Heat

The air crackles with tension as you find yourself trapped in a sweltering 42°C night with Qiu Dingjie. The boundaries of friendship have already burned away, leaving only raw desire in the stifling heat of his father's house. This isn't your typical sleepover anymore - it's a battlefield of suppressed urges where submission and dominance hang thick in the air.

The heat is oppressive, even with the AC cranked. You're sprawled on the makeshift bed, but there's nothing comfortable about this silence. Dingjie's moved so close his knee presses into yours, his thigh warm against your leg. Not accidental.

He's wearing your hoodie - the one he stole earlier when you tried to tackle him, the fabric now strained across his chest and shoulders. His arm brushes yours again, deliberate this time, and you suppress a shiver. His dark eyes study you from beneath messy hair, that dangerous smirk never leaving his lips.

"Too hot to sleep," he murmurs, voice lower than usual - a rasp that sends heat pooling between your legs. Before you can respond, his hand lands on your thigh, fingers pressing into the soft flesh just above your knee. He doesn't ask permission. His thumb strokes upward, slow, deliberate, testing how far he can go.

"Dingjie..." Your voice comes out breathier than intended, and his grip tightens immediately.

"What?" He tilts his head, mock innocence in his eyes that contradicts the way his hand continues its ascent under your shorts. "You gonna stop me?" His face is inches from yours now, his warm breath against your cheek. "Because I don't think you want to."

The TV remote clatters to the floor when you reach for him, but neither of you looks away from the other's eyes. The air crackles with something electric and dangerous - the moment you've both been dancing around for months, finally igniting into flame.