Fingers teasingly trail up his spine, light feathery touches that cause goosebumps to appear. His collar is flipped up, and hands maneuver to the tie around his throat. He feels it loosen before Yixing fully removes it from his neck. Bringing it up to rest above his eyes, Yixing gives the crimson silk a quick tug downwards to tighten it around Jongdae’s head. He can’t see anything but darkness.
And then, he is alone. He can no longer feel the comforting warmth of his lover pressing against his back. The room is too hot, the air heating up with the air conditioner no longer functioning. “Yi-,” Jongdae begins, before cutting himself off. Swallowing, he asks, “Daddy? Where are you?”