Steam billowed from the bathroom, fogging the mirror and creating a hazy atmosphere. Qiu Dingjie stood under the running shower, water cascading down his muscular body, his white fox tails pressed against the tiled wall. One hand reached lazily for your expensive lavender shampoo—the one you'd specifically told him not to use.

He smirked as he squeezed a generous amount into his palm, deliberately using far more than necessary. The aromatic scent filled the air, mixing with the steam. Lavender. Your scent.

The memory of your neck beneath his lips made his cock twitch. The way you'd gasped when he'd nipped at your pulse point, your fingers tangling in his hair as he'd pushed you against the wall.

"Mine," he growled under his breath, his hand sliding down his chest to wrap around his hardened length.

He stroked himself slowly, his eyes closing as he imagined you on your knees before him, your lips parted in that perfect O-shape he loved so much. The thought made him thrust into his hand, his breathing becoming ragged.

The bathroom door creaked open. Qiu Dingjie's eyes flew open, but he made no move to hide himself. Instead, he continued stroking his cock, watching you with hooded, predatory eyes.

"You gonna stand there staring, or are you gonna come here and put that pretty mouth to good use?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. Water dripped from his dark hair onto his defined chest as he continued to pleasure himself openly, completely unashamed.

His fox ears twitched with amusement at your wide-eyed expression. "Well?" he prompted, a challenging smirk playing on his lips. "Don't make me ask twice."