By the time Ning Xuan realized he should resist, he had already lost every advantage and every chance to do so. All his struggling was imprisoned within a scorching, broad chest, all his protests sealed between four tightly pressed lips. Golden gauze curtains, flickering red candles—everything felt so natural, everything so perfectly fitting. The quiet night, the cool breeze… beneath such a nightscape, it seemed nothing was excessive, nothing forbidden, as though everything had existed solely to prepare for this very moment.
If at the beginning Ning Xuan could still reject this man’s possessive, invasive embraces, caresses, and kisses using excuses like unfamiliarity, strangeness, and confusion, then now—even he no longer cared about the taboo between men and women. After all, just this morning he himself had been slamming the table and shouting things like “my man.” When kissed and embraced by the person one loved, even if awkward, even if unfamiliar, even if shackled by worldly constraints, what absolute and unwavering reason remained to refuse?
And Ning Xuan’s hesitation and confusion only further provoked Feng Xuanyi. Last night, Feng Xuanyi had already wanted to take him, but thinking of the possibility that Ning Xuan would resist, struggle, or even hurt himself, he had endured it in the end. Yet now, after suppressing himself the entire day while watching this person wander before his eyes without being able to touch him, he had become unbearably irritated. Originally he only intended to stop after stealing a little sweetness, yet Ning Xuan’s indecision proved irresistibly seductive, perfectly embodying the art of seeming to refuse while secretly welcoming.
His slightly parted lips, opened in shock, offered no rejection whatsoever. Instead, those half-open lips became all the more lovable beneath gentle tracing kisses and shallow nips. A nimble tongue drove straight in, stirring and tangling. Breath mingled, lips and teeth intertwined. Sweeping past pearly teeth, chasing the soft tongue that had nowhere to escape, sucking and entwining with it, carefully licking the sensitive roof of his mouth, lightly brushing the tender depths in swift strokes. Even the gentle nips of teeth against the sensitive tip of his tongue sent Ning Xuan’s brain instantly into oxygen-deprived shutdown. His fair, delicate cheeks flushed crimson, even his dark eyes misting with faint moisture.
When the kiss finally ended, Feng Xuanyi—bare-chested—held the already dizzy and dazed Ning Xuan tightly in his arms. Because of their height difference, he bent slightly at the waist, burying his face against Ning Xuan’s neck. His breathing filled with Ning Xuan’s scent—faint, clean, simple, sunlit. It was something Feng Xuanyi had never seen, never encountered in all these years. So rare, so precious, so beautiful that it inspired a desire to protect it, possess it… and utterly destroy it.
Watching Ning Xuan’s phoenix eyes blurred with haze, watching that jade-like delicate face flushed with intoxication, watching his thin chest rise and fall rapidly, Feng Xuanyi’s expression darkened. One arm wrapped around Ning Xuan’s back while the other slipped beneath his knees, lifting him cleanly into a bridal carry.
Ning Xuan’s mind was already a blur. Everything felt vague and incomprehensible. Even when things unfolded right before his eyes, his brain could no longer properly process them. Only when cool air brushed his chest did he instinctively shiver and lower his head, finally discovering that at some unknown moment his outer robe and trousers had already been stripped away. His remaining inner garments hung wide open, chest completely exposed, leaving him sprawled there panting from lack of oxygen after the kiss—a posture utterly resembling one waiting to be plucked at will.
“Ah!”
Before Ning Xuan could recover from this horrifying reality, Feng Xuanyi lowered his head and captured the tender red bud exposed to the cool night air and rising with each breath. The instant it was enveloped within that warm mouth, Ning Xuan felt an electrifying numbness spread from the left side of his chest throughout his entire body, forcing a cry from his lips. Yet compared to the physical stimulation, the visual impact was even harder to endure.
“Don’t…!”
Ning Xuan reached out to push him away, yet that mischievous tongue suddenly flicked quickly across the sensitive peak.
“Mm—ah!”
The hands that had tried to resist instantly lost all strength, falling limply upon Feng Xuanyi’s bare shoulders.
Never had Ning Xuan imagined he would one day be pinned beneath a man like a woman, shamelessly crying out in pleasure—and even secretly enjoying it. Even knowing he liked him, even acknowledging this forbidden affection, he had never expected to cross that moral barrier so quickly. It was simply too much to handle.
Suppressing the moans and gasps threatening to spill from his lips, forcing away the hazy numbness clouding his brain, Ning Xuan gathered all his remaining strength to clutch Feng Xuanyi’s shoulders. Yet even his elbows trembled uncontrollably.
“Go… go away! Stop messing around!”
He tried with his final shred of rationality to push him away, but Ning Xuan’s resistance and restraint only displeased Feng Xuanyi further. The tongue that had originally traced his nipple slowly and tenderly instantly turned rougher and more aggressive.
“Mm!”
The wet tongue suddenly pressed hard against the sensitive peak before rapidly sweeping across it again and again.
“Ah—! Ha…! Don’t… don’t go so fast! Ah!”
With a sharp suck, Ning Xuan arched upward in a startled gasp. The sharp numbness mixed with tiny stinging sensations only drove him further mad and made escape impossible. Though he wanted to retreat, though he wanted it to stop there, his body instead helplessly offered more of its own vulnerability directly into the wolf’s den.
And yet at that moment Feng Xuanyi suddenly rose, seeming strangely merciless. Straightening upright, he looked down at Ning Xuan from above. Though clearly the one taking advantage, he somehow wore an expression of grievance instead, leaving Ning Xuan utterly bewildered.
Feng Xuanyi gazed directly into Ning Xuan’s eyes with an expression full of yearning and expectation. Only the tips of his fingers lightly brushed Ning Xuan’s body, moving slowly downward from his lips to his neck. His gaze followed the path of those fingers—collarbone, chest—lingering teasingly around the sensitive nub in slow circles that sent trembling waves of numbness through Ning Xuan, yet stubbornly refusing to actually touch the swollen peak. Then further down—his stomach, lower abdomen—before lightly brushing his perineum like a dragonfly skimming water and gently kneading one firm buttock.
“Not allowed?” Feng Xuanyi finally lifted his gaze to meet Ning Xuan’s eyes again. The eyes that had only just regained a trace of clarity were now once more clouded by mist after that endless teasing touch. Ning Xuan’s entire body trembled uncontrollably.
Ning Xuan gritted his teeth, struggling to preserve his final fragment of reason. He could no longer deny it—somehow, impossibly, he had fallen for this shameless master of his who constantly abused authority to sexually harass him. If asked for a reason, even Ning Xuan himself could only laugh bitterly. He used to mock those nonsensical romantic fantasies and scoff at so-called love at first sight and “love needing no reason.” Yet now that he himself had fallen into it, he found he truly could not laugh anymore.
But liking someone—loving someone—did not necessarily mean sleeping with them. There were still noble, platonic forms of love! Even if he was not some abstinent saint, even if they were going to do it… why did he have to be the one getting done?
Just as he was about to firmly declare, “No. If anyone’s doing anyone, I’m the one doing it,” Feng Xuanyi instantly killed the words before they could leave his mouth.
“So you’re planning to avoid responsibility after all.”
As he spoke, Feng Xuanyi even pitifully lifted a hand to stroke the faint pink marks scattered across his chest.
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