At first, there was still some restraint—his movements shallow and slow. But seeing Ning Xuan turn his face to the side, biting his lip to keep from making a sound, a sudden ruthless impulse flashed through Feng Xuanyi’s mind. He wanted to see what he would look like when he lost control completely.
With that thought, a smile appeared on Feng Xuanyi’s lips—far from gentle, instead carrying a distinctly wicked charm. Tightening his hold on Ning Xuan’s pale, slender legs, he sped up, moving harder and faster.
The storm-like rhythm made Ning Xuan’s vision blur. The intense friction felt overwhelming. Struggling to suppress both the discomfort and the strange sensations building inside him, Ning Xuan bit his lip and made no sound. Lowering his head, the sight before him startled him, and he instinctively tightened his legs, which only drew a low, satisfied breath from the man behind him.
“Relax,” Feng Xuanyi murmured hoarsely, leaning over him, his breath warm against his shoulder.
Ning Xuan stubbornly refused to cooperate. Instead of relaxing, he tensed even more, determined to resist.
As expected, a low breath sounded near his ear. Ning Xuan felt a flicker of satisfaction, ignoring the tension hidden within it. He even found himself imagining the usually composed and dominant man losing control, and couldn’t help but feel a bit pleased at the thought.
Twisting his body to look back, he was suddenly caught off guard as Feng Xuanyi pulled him into a heated kiss, leaving him momentarily breathless.
Feng Xuanyi, unprepared for this sudden movement, felt his control waver. Any intention of holding back quickly faded, replaced by a stronger, more overwhelming urgency.
His hands tightened, holding Ning Xuan firmly in place as his movements grew faster and more forceful. He leaned down, capturing the uneven breaths that escaped, their closeness making it difficult for Ning Xuan to think clearly.
Their lips met again and again, breaths mingling. Ning Xuan felt his thoughts slipping away under the relentless intensity, the warmth and closeness overwhelming his senses.
“Ah…! Hah…!” A sudden sensation made him gasp, his voice breaking despite himself.
“No… stop… it’s too fast…!”
Struggling to escape the overwhelming pleasure that so easily drove him mad, Ning Xuan only made the friction more intense with his attempts to pull away. He was quickly dragged back and held in place again. Trying to push him away was useless—he had no strength to resist. Ning Xuan shook his head helplessly, as if trying to throw the waves of sensation out of his mind. He instinctively let out soft moans and uneven breaths, hoping to dispel the heat that seemed ready to consume him, yet unaware that this only made Feng Xuanyi behind him even more intense and unrestrained.
One hand supported Ning Xuan’s waist while the other reached forward, moving in rhythm with the thrusting motion.
“Ah! Don’t…! No…! Hah!” The slightly firm grip brought a mix of discomfort and heightened sensation. Fingers brushed lightly, pressing and kneading with just the right strength, occasionally grazing the most sensitive point. The sharp, overwhelming sensation blurred Ning Xuan’s vision with tears.
The pace grew faster and faster, breaths heavier and heavier. Ning Xuan could only endure the relentless impact and the overwhelming sensations from both sides. His body trembled uncontrollably, instinctively tightening his legs—whether to escape or to accommodate, even he could not tell.
Suddenly, a flash of white burst through his vision. His body stiffened and arched, legs clamping tightly as his head tilted back. The pale curve of his neck, damp with sweat, formed a striking line as he trembled slightly before finally exhaling deeply.
The movement between his legs did not stop—if anything, it grew even more forceful. The climax left Ning Xuan weak, unable to resist, left only to be handled as Feng Xuanyi wished. He gasped heavily, still trembling from the aftereffects, his body overly sensitive, yet the tension had not yet fully subsided—instead, it only seemed more intense.
Maintaining the strained position made his muscles ache, and the heat at his core became unbearable. Ning Xuan felt both dizzy and indignant. What kind of stamina is this…?
At this point, what else could he do? Gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut, Ning Xuan stubbornly tensed up even more, his whole body rigid as he silently urged, Just finish already… just finish already…
The pace behind him quickened further. Then suddenly, the movement froze for a moment—hands gripping tightly at his waist—followed by a rush of heat and a low exhale of relief. A few slower motions followed, leaving a slick warmth behind.
Ning Xuan’s eyes snapped open, his mouth agape. His lips twitched uncontrollably, his whole body stiff as if turned to stone in that instant.
Feng Xuanyi relaxed, leaning over him. Seeing Ning Xuan’s stunned expression, he let out a soft laugh—one that even carried a trace of gentleness he himself did not notice. One hand lightly stroked the smooth skin of his back as he teased in a low voice, “Still savoring it?”
“You—!” Ning Xuan trembled with anger.
He lifted his leg in frustration, trying to kick him, but his overstrained muscles gave out the moment they relaxed, leaving him weak and shaking.
Feng Xuanyi easily caught the leg, glancing at the aftermath between them as if nothing were wrong, smiling innocently as he said, “If you want more, you can just say so.”
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