Xia Liu Yi jolted awake from his dream. The first thing he saw was the rusted underside of the bunk above him, while the snores of his fellow inmates rose and fell around him.
He Chu San’s warm breath still lingered in his mind. Those fingertips seemed to be roaming over his body, kindling thread after thread of flame. With every breath, his body grew heavier and hotter, his half-hard erection pressing against the cold, stiff blanket.
He remained silent in the darkness for a moment. Then the arm hanging outside the blanket lifted, trembling faintly, and slipped beneath the covers and into his underwear.
He had never touched his own body so willingly before. Before meeting He Chu San, desire had been something filthy to him, something that made him sick. When he was eighteen, he had charged alone into a dead-end alley with two sabers to save someone, carving a bloody path through his enemies. The person he rescued slapped him, and Xia Liu Yi was startled to see the glimmer of tears in his eyes. That night, lying in the hospital, Xia Liu Yi dreamed that the man kissed him while crying, dreamed that the man’s warm palm covered his eyes. He awoke from that gentle kiss to discover that he had become aroused for the first time in his life. From then on, that sense of filth and nausea was joined by a profound self-loathing. Whenever he awoke from another such dream, he burned himself with cigarettes, slapped himself viciously in front of the mirror, and even struck that vulnerable place with heavy objects. Biting down on a towel, he screamed soundlessly and rolled across the floor in agony—until he stopped dreaming of any intimacy with that man, until he could no longer feel desire at all.
It was He Chu San who had reignited his body, embracing him with a clean, pure soul, entering him with burning heat and carrying him into a paradise of pleasure, washing his corroded, filthy body clean with warm fluid.
In the darkness, Xia Liu Yi slowly stroked himself, recreating the sensations He Chu San had left behind. He Chu San’s low, aroused panting wound through his mind like molten lava, scorching his consciousness. He could feel He Chu San’s hot, wet lips and tongue sucking at the trembling roots of his thighs and licking and kissing the veins that ran along his organ. He Chu San knew every sensitive place that made him shudder, understood every pause and spasm in his breathing, every trembling cry and every long, deep sigh.
“Bastard…” A low, hoarse breath escaped him. Before his eyes was He Chu San’s intent gaze, deep and burning with desire. Beneath warm moonlight, He Chu San straightened and covered him, his heavy body heat pressing down upon him. Xia Liu Yi opened his mouth and caught He Chu San’s lips. The cold tip of his nose rubbed gently against Xia Liu Yi’s cheek. Their lips slowly parted, joined by a silver thread, and then Xia Liu Yi’s earlobe was bitten and drawn between those burning lips.
Thin prostatic fluid seeped from his organ and dampened his palm. His accelerating movements produced faint, wet smacking sounds. His eyes remained closed, his lips slightly parted, and his body trembled beyond his control.
Yet touching himself like this was nowhere near enough. He remained unable to reach climax for a long time. He Chu San flickered in and out of his mind. He saw the smile at the corner of He Chu San’s mouth as that gentle face lowered between his thighs. His legs spasmed and opened wider. His entrance was licked and kissed until it was wet, and an unbearable itch and yearning spread from deep within his body.
A frustrated groan escaped him. He adjusted his position, tore the jade Buddha violently from his neck, and placed it into his mouth, which was already full of saliva. His tongue stirred around it, quickly soaking the jade.
“Did thinking about me make you hard?” He Chu San kissed beside his ear in the darkness, his voice low and damp with heat.
“What did you do while you were thinking about me?”
“Have you ever fingered yourself here?”
“Little… bastard…” Xia Liu Yi breathed hoarsely again, his nostrils fluttering with a sound like a cat’s whimper. The only thing of He Chu San’s that remained with him entered his body. The jade was cool and smooth, catching slightly against the dry entrance. His fingers slid frantically over his own organ, smearing prostatic fluid around the half-inserted jade as he pressed gently against its end. The opening, which had not accepted anything in a long time, resisted stubbornly. He inhaled sharply and forced himself to relax, feeling He Chu San’s organ sink into him inch by inch until the entire jade Buddha finally slipped inside, leaving only the thin cord outside.
He tugged lightly on the slender cord, making the jade slide within him, while his tense, spasming sphincter resisted its retreat. Unable to endure the sensation, he briefly squeezed his thighs together. He must have squeezed He Chu San painfully, because the panting beside his ear grew heavier. Then He Chu San forced his legs apart and entered him more deeply and forcefully—Xia Liu Yi twisted the two fingers that suddenly pierced into his body, turned his head, and bit down on the pillowcase as his breathing began to hitch.
His fingers pushed the jade Buddha farther inside and curled slightly, exploring along the inner walls just as He Chu San explored his depths. At last, they found the sensitive spot and began maliciously prodding it. Maddening pleasure exploded through his lower body. Xia Liu Yi knitted his brows and opened his mouth in a soundless moan. He heard He Chu San laughing softly beside his ear.
“Brother Liu Yi, you’re wet.”
He could no longer suppress the trembling in his lower body. His erection stood completely upright, twitching against his abdomen beneath the pressure of the blanket. He truly felt wetness. Slick intestinal fluid ran down the jade Buddha and dampened the fingers with which he pleasured himself.
“Feel it. The inside of you is shaped like me.”
His thrusting movements quickened. Sticky, wet smacking sounds filled the darkness, and fireworks burst one after another inside his mind. He was nearly unable to bear it, yet as though bewitched, he refused to stop. His other hand pinched and teased his own nipple. He Chu San’s lips closed around it, biting cruelly, kneading and tugging. Xia Liu Yi drew his chest inward with a shudder, but no matter how he tried to evade him, He Chu San’s mouth continued sucking and worrying at him, refusing to let him go.
“You’re so hot inside.”
“Keep me inside you like this for the rest of your life, okay?”
“Let me come inside you, okay? Then the inside of you will be filled with me.”
“Bas… bastard…” Orgasms from front and back crashed over him together. He abruptly released his nipple, seized his organ, and stroked it fiercely several times while his rear passage clenched tightly around his fingers. He went still. Trembled. Heavy breaths escaped through his nose, his moans smothered against the pillow.
His panting gradually weakened. After a long silence, he lifted his face from the pillow without expression and slowly withdrew his fingers. Then he felt for the thin cord at his entrance and pulled the jade Buddha out little by little.
The communal toilets were deserted in the middle of the night. The steady dripping of water echoed around the sinks. Silently, beneath that thin trickle, he washed the jade Buddha clean and placed it around his neck once more.
Moonlight spilled through the high window. He immersed his still-trembling hands in that watery light and stared at his empty palms.
He had never once been in control of his own fate.
I miss you.
Author’s Notes: This extra takes place early in the main story, when Xia Liu Yi was first arrested and sent to Stanley Prison.
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