Ning Xuan bit down on his lip harder. Though lust had long since burned away his rationality, it was as if he were instinctively guarding the very last of his bottom lines. Unfortunately, Feng Xuanyi had no intention of letting him keep it.
Shifting slightly onto his side and placing all his weight on his left arm, Feng Xuanyi freed his right hand to lightly tease the hardened crimson bud. Satisfied by the sharp gasps escaping Ning Xuan one after another, he fixed him with a deep, intent gaze while his hand continued wandering lower without pause, gliding across his chest, stroking his lower abdomen, and brushing dragonfly-light across the tip of the desire that had only barely calmed.
“Do you want it or not? As long as you say it, I’ll listen to whatever you want,” he coaxed in a low, husky voice, tempting and seductive, like a beautiful demon standing at the gates of hell beckoning a lofty celestial god to fall.
“…I… want…” Ning Xuan panted heavily. The answer was almost inaudible, trembling and broken, yet perfectly clear to both of them.
Truthfully, Feng Xuanyi was not having an easy time either. Suppressed desire had burned his eyes crimson with madness. Given his upbringing, status, and the countless skilled men and women who willingly threw themselves at him, he had never needed to consider anyone else during sex. He had always simply indulged himself. Yet for some reason now, he stubbornly wanted Ning Xuan’s permission. Even though he knew perfectly well that even if Ning Xuan said no, he doubted he would truly have the restraint to leave him untouched.
Now that he had received consent, Feng Xuanyi abruptly rose and tore away the final barrier—the underpants. His erect desire sprang free, pulsing heavily in the air from the forceful motion. Its shocking size was swollen dark purple, veins snaking across it. Merely looking at it made its frightening heat and strong pulse palpable.
The lust-drunk Ning Xuan, who had moments ago been completely lost in haze and desire, stared at the monstrous thing now thrust before him. Then he looked at his own current position, at the unmistakable sensation of his rear slowly opening and closing, and at everything that had just happened. Instantly sobering by several degrees, he forced his weak body upright in panic, looking as though he had seen a ghost. Trembling, he waved both hands frantically at Feng Xuanyi.
“No! Absolutely not! I changed my mind! This is impossible!”
Just look at that thing! The thickness, the length—how could that possibly fit?! Especially in a place that was definitely not made for this sort of thing!
He tried to scramble off the bed, only to be immediately seized by Feng Xuanyi. One hand firmly pinned his shoulder while the other kneaded his already weak, aching waist. After only a few rubs, the strength Ning Xuan had just gathered melted away completely, leaving his knees barely able to support him.
Feng Xuanyi leaned down over his back. Hot sweat slid along the sharp line of his jaw and dripped onto Ning Xuan’s skin, making him shudder violently. Internally, Ning Xuan was crying bitterly as his mind raced desperately for some way to escape this foreseeable “tragedy,” but the sudden scorching heat pressing against the inside of his thigh instantly shattered all unrealistic hopes.
The man behind him was already at the point of no return, and Ning Xuan was completely pinned down beneath overwhelming strength. He honestly felt like smashing his head against a wall.
Meanwhile, Feng Xuanyi chuckled darkly beside his reddened ear, slowly moving his hips so the scorching hardness rubbing against Ning Xuan’s sensitive inner thigh could ease his own desperate need just slightly. Despite the violent hunger raging through him and his voice already hoarse beyond recognition, he still somehow maintained that unhurried, composed demeanor.
“I only asked whether you wanted it or not. I never said you had the right to regret it afterward, did I?” he laughed softly before taking the fully flushed earlobe into his mouth.
“But—AHHH!”
His attempted argument instantly transformed into a shriek—sharp, miserable, utterly unprecedented.
Before Ning Xuan could even prepare himself, the burning-hot, impossibly heavy desire suddenly forced its way inside. The tiny folds of his delicate entrance were stretched completely smooth, yet only the head barely managed to enter before it could move no farther.
“Mm… relax a little,” Feng Xuanyi said in a voice so hoarse it scarcely sounded human.
Ning Xuan broke out in sweat from the pain. His breathing halted as he clenched his teeth hard enough to crack them. Beads of sweat rolled from his forehead into the bedding while every muscle in his body stretched taut like a bowstring on the verge of snapping. His fingers clawed the bedsheets desperately, wanting to tear them apart just to vent the agonizing pain from behind. And yet the culprit himself—the man behind him—actually had the nerve to tell him to relax?! On what grounds?! If the pain were not so blinding that even blinking hurt, Ning Xuan would have leapt up right then regardless of titles or status and bitten Feng Xuanyi to death first!
Truthfully, Feng Xuanyi was not much better off. The passage was so tight it could barely accommodate the swollen head before refusing to yield another inch. The walls clenched and sucked around him as though trying to crush him alive. The body’s instinctive rejection only trapped him tighter. He could neither advance nor withdraw. The suffocating ache mixed with the pleasure of the sensitive tip being squeezed and kneaded by the pulsing entrance nearly drove Feng Xuanyi insane. He exhausted every scrap of rationality just to stop himself from thrusting in recklessly. Sweat poured down his back and face like rain, dripping onto Ning Xuan’s lifted backside and creating the illusion of burning heat. Any instinctive attempt to escape only made things worse.
“Don’t move!” Feng Xuanyi practically growled through gritted teeth, gripping Ning Xuan’s waist and hips tightly to keep him from shifting even a fraction. Leaning down, his sweat-soaked chest pressed against Ning Xuan’s equally damp back as he gently kissed his sensitive ears and nape.
Ning Xuan wanted nothing more than to slam his fists into the bed, but he also understood that his instinctive attempt to escape earlier had only made the thing lodged at his entrance swell even larger, forcing the passage open further. No matter how unwilling he felt, he could only keep his body stiff and motionless like a statue.
“If you stay this tense, I can’t get out, and both of us will suffer,” Feng Xuanyi said hoarsely, making Ning Xuan want to turn around and bite him to death. If he knew this would happen, why force it in all of a sudden after Ning Xuan already said he regretted it?! “Do as I say. Relax your body. Breathe deeply.”
Though Ning Xuan did not want to respond to him, remaining frozen like this was not a solution either. He had no experience with this sort of thing, and the only time he ever had done it had apparently been forgotten completely. So in the end, he could only reluctantly follow Feng Xuanyi’s instructions.
Trying his best to ignore the throbbing pain behind him, he slowly regulated his breathing and panted deeply. Gradually, his body became a little less rigid. Though the ache in his rear still pulsed sharply, it truly did seem to ease somewhat.
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