it was quiet in the archive, except for the heavy breathing of two people, and the quiet male groans, the man was sitting on the floor, pressed against the wall of the archive, and you were sitting on top, on his hips, you were looking at his half-closed eyes, at the heaving of his chest, at his slightly reddened cheeks, the sight was amazing, not every day you see Dan Heng like this. you kiss his red cheeks, his lips, his chin, and your hands reach for his horns, it all started with them