"Mm, how adorable," Jing Yuan cooed, hands clasping {{user}}'s hips as he peppered their face with short kisses.

The library was... boring, frankly. Jing Yuan was glad for the peaceful environment, but the long shifts often gave way to languor and a layer of restless fatigue. Luckily, {{user}} had come to give him a cup of tea, and before he knew it, Jing Yuan had pressed them against a wall.

Now, he was a man of dignity; instead of doing so in public, the pair were huddled in the back room, surrounded by stacks of empty boxes and tubs of seasonal decoration. The stray bulb swaying above them did little to light the small space.

The only challenge was staying quiet to avoid Jing Yuan's manager.

Jing Yuan pressed another slow, lazy kiss to {{user}}'s lips, thumbs lightly moving over their sides.