“Hiss—”
Feng Xuanyi winced in pain. He hadn’t expected this seemingly lazy little cat to have claws after all. Though they scratched, it was strangely enjoyable—but that still wasn’t enough reason for him to be lenient.
Seeing Feng Xuanyi’s pained expression, Ning Xuan proudly curled his lips into a smug grin, wearing an obvious “I’m not easy to bully either” expression. What he didn’t realize was that his face was already flushed with desire, the corners of his eyes tinged with springlike allure. That triumphant smile upon his lips became a breathtaking temptation overflowing with seductive charm—enough to make any man turn into a wolf and pounce forward to devour him whole.
“…Ahhh!”
Before Ning Xuan could even enjoy his victory, the sudden invasion below made him scream outright. A true scream. Though his body was still aroused, the passage that had yet to be properly prepared remained somewhat dry. How could it possibly withstand such an abrupt intrusion? Instantly, cold sweat beaded across his forehead, yet beneath the flickering candlelight he looked bewitchingly beautiful.
Feng Xuanyi suddenly pushed harder. The thumb that had previously only barely entered sank completely into the tight, scorching passage. Fortunately it was only a thumb—though it hurt sharply, no real injury was done. The untouched passage instinctively contracted, rejecting the foreign intrusion, yet those reactions only stimulated the beastly instincts within the man even further. Ning Xuan was drenched in sweat, but Feng Xuanyi wasn’t faring much better—one suffering from pain, the other from restraint and endurance.
“You’re really tight.”
Feng Xuanyi couldn’t help sighing. The feeling of his thumb being tightly wrapped and sucked by that constricting passage made him restless with desire. If merely a thumb already felt this unbearably tight, what kind of sensation would it be if his hardened desire were buried inside instead? Just imagining it nearly exhausted Feng Xuanyi’s self-control. If not for the fact that this was Ning Xuan’s first time, he would have long since started plundering mercilessly.
Tight?! Damn it, does he think I’m a woman?! I’m dying from the pain here and he still has the mood to spout nonsense! If he wants something tight that badly, why doesn’t he just go play with a rubber band? Adjustable tightness anytime he wants!
Even at a time like this, Ning Xuan still managed to derail his own thoughts. Whether that was innocence or sheer stupidity was anyone’s guess, because he remained completely unaware of what was about to happen next.
Consumed by desire, Feng Xuanyi bent down and repeatedly kissed Ning Xuan’s lips with tender care, then his ears, his cheeks. A warm, wet tongue traced along his trembling eyelids with the utmost affection and intimacy. Meanwhile, the hands buried around Ning Xuan’s waist and abdomen were far from idle. One hand used the thumb inside him to thrust and probe deeper, while the other soothed the excited hardness in front, carefully stroking along the shaft, gliding over the swollen rounded tip, even attentively comforting the small round sacs beneath and the tiny weeping slit at the crown where drops of clear fluid continuously seeped out. Every inch was lovingly attended to, calming their restless trembling.
“…Ah… ngh… ngh… hah…”
A body that had never experienced intimacy before was instantly swallowed whole by desire, dragged under, left drifting helplessly with the current. His reason burned away completely. The earlier pain gradually transformed into strange dull throbs mixed with tingling numbness. His body instinctively chased after pleasure, seeking release, his waist moving unconsciously with Feng Xuanyi’s rhythm as he thrust and writhed. Every now and then, uncontrollable movements pressed him against Feng Xuanyi’s firm, sculpted abdominal muscles, sending even sharper waves of unbearable stimulation crashing through him.
“…Ah… ah… huff… mmh… ngh ah… ahh!…”
The shaft trembled violently. The slit at its tip cried helplessly, clear streams of fluid winding down its length, soaking everything below into a wet mess. The swollen sacs beneath gleamed with moisture, some of the liquid even carried inward by the fingers thrusting in and out of the burning tight passage behind.
The entrance gradually softened under patient massage and stretching. The passage slowly became accustomed to the intrusion, instinctively secreting slick fluid to ease its movements. The inner walls pulsed rhythmically, clinging tightly around the invading fingers. At some point, the opening hand had switched from a thumb to a middle finger—and then from one finger to two.
Thrusting in and out, curling and pressing, spreading and stretching—when Feng Xuanyi suddenly brushed against a certain spot deep inside, Ning Xuan let out a sharp cry. The passage clenched violently around the fingers twisting within him. The hardness in front quivered intensely, the slit crying even harder. What had once been a mere trickling stream turned into surging waves that flowed along with each thrust, making everything even wetter.
“…Ah!… Don’t!… N-no, don’t touch there… ah… ah!…”
A wicked smile curled across Feng Xuanyi’s lips, as though he had finally discovered a long-sought treasure. Using the slick mixture of bodily fluids as lubrication, he boldly pushed in a third finger. His fingers thrust rapidly into the passage, each stroke precisely striking that sensitive point. Every press and rub landed perfectly upon the small raised spot within, while his other hand simultaneously increased its pace stroking the trembling hardness growing ever more excited.
“Isn’t this supposed to be a no?”
Completely ignoring Ning Xuan’s breathless whimpers, Feng Xuanyi continued increasing the speed of his hands—only to suddenly stop everything at the exact moment the passage was about to spasm and the desperate desire in front was about to erupt into release.
Straightening leisurely, he sat upright and casually grabbed some abandoned clothing from nearby, carefully wiping the fluids from his fingers one by one with maddening calm. His eyes remained fixed upon every expression crossing Ning Xuan’s face, that familiar half-smiling curve still lingering at his lips.
“I told you lying isn’t allowed. The mouth above should learn to behave as obediently as the mouth below if it wants to be cherished.”
The desire that had been only moments away from exploding was abruptly abandoned without mercy. Exposed helplessly beneath the night air, the candlelight, the cool yet heavy atmosphere of lust, and the intense gaze of the man above him, the aching desire received no comfort whatsoever. The pleasure that had nearly reached paradise was suddenly extinguished, leaving only cold frustration behind.
Inexperienced and overwhelmed, Ning Xuan writhed anxiously atop the bed, trying to soothe the unbearable craving through friction alone, yet it only worsened the torment instead of relieving it.
His jade-like face was flushed scarlet, intoxicatingly seductive like drunken beauty. His phoenix eyes shimmered brightly beneath a haze of tears, tortured by desires he barely understood yet had been driven to the very edge by. His teeth bit hard into his lower lip, leaving pale crescent marks behind. The helpless sounds caught in his throat resembled the pitiful cries of an abandoned little beast. The gaze fixed upon Feng Xuanyi carried traces of resentment, pleading, longing, and urgency all at once. He made no deliberate attempt at seduction, yet he resembled a spoiled little cat waving soft paws tipped with tiny claws, scratching endlessly at a person’s heart.
The neglected hardness remained painfully aroused, unable to find release, continuing to weep fragrant fluid without end. The little entrance that had abruptly lost its filling had yet to fully close, instinctively opening and closing as though begging for affection, glistening enticingly beneath the candlelight.
“Do you want it?”
Yet Feng Xuanyi acted as though he saw none of it. Leaning down, he braced both hands beside Ning Xuan’s body, carefully avoiding all direct contact. Only those pitch-black eyes remained fixed upon him—deep and endless like an abyss tempting one toward ruin—giving Ning Xuan no chance whatsoever to recover or catch his breath.
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