At first, Feng Xuanyi still held himself somewhat in check, his movements shallow and slow. But when he saw Ning Xuan turn his face aside and bite his lip rather than make a sound, a streak of cruelty flashed through him. Suddenly, he wanted very much to see what Ning Xuan would look like when he lost control completely.
With that thought, a smile spread across Feng Xuanyi’s lips—hardly gentle, but wickedly captivating. He tightened Ning Xuan’s pale, slender legs together, increased the pace, and drove harder and faster between them.
The storm-like rhythm made Ning Xuan’s vision swim. The rapid friction left the sensitive insides of his thighs feeling almost scorched. He struggled to suppress both the humiliation of being rubbed so relentlessly there and the maddening pleasure that came with it, biting his lip without making a sound. When he lowered his head, however, he saw the purplish-red hardness thrusting wildly between his bare, pale thighs. The sheer visual impact made him shudder, and he instinctively clamped his legs tighter—drawing a low, satisfied sigh from the man behind him.
“Relax a little.” Feng Xuanyi leaned over him, licking at his flushed shoulder as he murmured in a hoarse voice.
Damn it! If it feels good, then enjoy it. Why do you have so many demands? I’m not playing along!
Ning Xuan, contrary by nature, refused to loosen up. Instead, he put all his strength into squeezing his legs even tighter, smugly thinking, See if I don’t clamp the thing right off! Let’s see you act so arrogant then!
As expected, a low gasp sounded beside his ear. Ning Xuan was so pleased he nearly wanted to sing. He completely ignored the suppressed, ragged edge hidden in that breath and instead imagined the usually lofty, overbearing man suddenly helpless because his most vital part was trapped in someone else’s grasp. Delighted, he thought that what goes around truly does come around—and it had not even taken a tenth of thirty years.
Putting the extraordinary flexibility of his body to full use, Ning Xuan twisted around to look back. Before he could even make out Feng Xuanyi’s features, however, he was overwhelmed by a deluge of wet kisses that left his brain starved of air and spinning.
Feng Xuanyi had not expected Ning Xuan to move so suddenly. A surge of heat and tingling pleasure shot from his lower body straight through his mind and limbs. If his self-control had been any weaker, he might have spent himself on the spot. He had intended to remain as gentle as possible and not go too far, but the last of that restraint vanished instantly. He could almost hear the string of reason snapping inside his head.
His hands tightened around Ning Xuan’s pale legs, stroking up and down over skin as smooth as warm jade. His waist and abdomen moved with powerful speed as he drove his burning hardness deep between those soft inner thighs, pulled back until only the tip remained, then thrust in again. Over and over he repeated the motion, while bending down to kiss away the broken breaths that the impacts shook from the man beneath him.
Their lips and tongues tangled. Ning Xuan felt the reason he had only just managed to recover slowly scatter again beneath the dense, storm-like impacts: the warm, wet pressure at his lips, the soft tongue wrapping around and chasing his own, the relentless licking and stirring inside his mouth, and the rapid thrusts from behind, each one carrying an inescapable, burning numbness that seemed determined to consume him.
“Ngh—ah!… Hah… hah… ah!” The burning hardness sliding rapidly between his thighs accidentally swept across his perineum and struck the sensitive flesh in front. The hot, tingling shock startled a loud cry from Ning Xuan. Feng Xuanyi, as though he had found the path by instinct, immediately began thrusting back and forth across that spot again and again, drawing a string of broken gasps from him.
“No… don’t… stop… too fast… ngh—ah!”
Ning Xuan struggled to escape the pleasure that so easily drove him mad, but every attempt to pull away only intensified the friction between his thighs. Feng Xuanyi dragged him back and pinned him in place again. Pushing him away was useless; Ning Xuan simply did not have the strength. He could only shake his head helplessly, as though he might fling the waves of sensation out of his mind, instinctively moaning and panting in the hope of dispersing the heat that seemed ready to burn him alive. He did not realize that those reactions only drove the man behind him into greater frenzy.
One hand steadied Ning Xuan at the waist while the other reached forward and closed around the erection already standing proudly between his legs, stroking it rapidly up and down in time with the rhythm of his own thrusts.
“Ah! Don’t… no… hah!” The slightly tight grip brought a touch of pain that only sharpened the pleasure. Fingers carefully brushed the two sensitive sacs below, kneading them with alternating light and heavy pressure, and now and then swept across the opening at the tip. The piercing rush of numb pleasure was so intense that tears blurred Ning Xuan’s eyes.
The pace grew faster and faster, their breathing heavier and heavier. Ning Xuan could only endure the relentless impacts from behind and the overwhelming stimulation from the front. His body trembled uncontrollably as his legs instinctively clamped tighter—whether in an attempt to escape the thrusting or to accommodate it more closely, even he could no longer tell.
Suddenly, white light burst across his vision. His body convulsed and went rigid, his waist arching as his legs clamped tightly together and his head fell back. The pale curve of his sweat-dampened neck drew a beautiful line through the air. He trembled once, then finally let out a long breath.
The movement between his legs did not stop. If anything, it became even fiercer. The climax left Ning Xuan weak and unable to resist, helplessly allowing Feng Xuanyi to do as he pleased. He panted heavily, still trembling with the aftershocks, every part of his body oversensitive. Yet the hardness moving between his thighs showed no sign of reaching its own end; instead, it seemed even more excited and vigorous than before.
Holding the kneeling, prone position for so long left Ning Xuan’s tightly tensed thighs aching, while the roots of them burned unbearably from the friction. Dizzy and indignant, he could only think, What on earth did this man grow up eating? How can he last this long?!
At this point, what else could he do? Ning Xuan gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. Out of sheer stubbornness, he clamped his thighs even tighter and tensed his entire body while chanting inwardly, Come already… come already… come already…
The pace behind him accelerated again. Then, all at once, Feng Xuanyi’s driving body went rigid. His hands tightened around Ning Xuan’s waist, followed by a rush of heat and a soft sigh of release beside his ear. After two slower strokes back and forth, the space between Ning Xuan’s thighs was left slick and sticky.
Ning Xuan’s eyes flew open. His mouth dropped wide enough to swallow an egg, the corners of his lips twitching uncontrollably as every joint in his body seemed to turn to stone at once.
Feng Xuanyi relaxed and leaned over him. Seeing Ning Xuan’s stunned expression, he laughed softly, with a trace of gentleness even he himself did not notice. One hand stroked the smooth skin of Ning Xuan’s back as he teased in a low voice, “Still savoring it?”
“You—!” Ning Xuan trembled with fury. He actually shot that stuff all over between my thighs!
He lifted a leg in frustration and tried to kick him, but the muscles he had strained so hard moments before gave out the instant they relaxed, leaving him weak and trembling.
Feng Xuanyi easily caught the offending leg. Glancing at the wet sheen between them as though nothing at all were wrong, he smiled with innocent friendliness and said, “If you want more, you can just say so.”