The pain behind him had only just begun to ease when Ning Xuan had not even finished catching his breath before his entire body suddenly trembled violently, his eyes widening to their limits.
The suffocating tightness strangling Feng Xuanyi no longer felt quite so unbearable. Desire, already pushed to its absolute limit, instantly broke free from restraint. Like an old horse finding the familiar path, he thrust all the way in at once, driving straight to the deepest point. The full, heavy sacs at the base slapped sharply against the rounded curve of Ning Xuan’s backside with a loud smack.
“Mm! Ngh!”
One hand clamped tightly around Ning Xuan’s waist, leaving him nowhere to flee, while the other seized his jaw and forced his face around, sealing every cry of pain behind a brutal kiss.
Ning Xuan twisted helplessly beneath the storm-like kiss until he was nearly suffocating. The stabbing pain below darkened his vision in waves, making his temples pound while his limbs went numb and weak. Unable to struggle, he could only let out muffled whimpers like a trapped animal.
“…Mm… it hurts… get out…”
Forgetting all shame, Ning Xuan seized every gap between kisses to sob out his protests, only to unknowingly make himself even more irresistible. The tearful moans merely drove the man further into madness.
The crushing tightness inside struck again, mixed with pain yet strangely accompanied by an exhilarating numb pleasure. Suppressing the urge to lose control entirely, Feng Xuanyi kneaded the firm, elastic flesh of Ning Xuan’s backside wantonly with one hand while the other slid slowly downward along the curves of his chest and abdomen to stroke the desire that had wilted from the pain. His skilled fingers rubbed and teased expertly while he lovingly kissed away the moisture at Ning Xuan’s eyes, trailing down the bridge of his nose, winding over his neck, and pressing soft kisses along his smooth back.
“…Ngh… don’t… ah…”
How could inexperienced Ning Xuan possibly stand against Feng Xuanyi? Though the pain below still screamed as though he were being torn apart, once he gradually adapted to it, it no longer seemed utterly unbearable. The sharp agony slowly transformed into a dull ache while the teasing in front relentlessly stirred him. Lips and tongue worked tirelessly over him as well, the dull pain mixing with pleasure that shot straight into his brain until Ning Xuan felt caught between fire and water, dizzy and unable to advance or retreat.
“…Don’t… ngh… hurry… hurry and get out… ah…”
The last fragment of clarity left in Ning Xuan made him afraid. This strange blend of pain and pleasure compelled him to chase after it uncontrollably. Even the sharp pain he had found unbearable moments ago now left him craving more. Shaking his head instinctively, he no longer knew whether he truly wanted this to stop or simply could not control himself.
His softened desire hardened once more, trembling upright as crystal droplets slid from the tip. The walls behind him, once spasming painfully, no longer clenched so fiercely. Instead, they writhed slowly, sucking around the thick intrusion as though unable to decide whether to push it out or draw it even deeper inside.
How could Feng Xuanyi fail to notice even the slightest change within him? Anyone who could ignore such blatant invitation would have to be abnormal. Laughing softly, he rolled his hips slowly against the warm, tight passage before finally abandoning all restraint and plunging into full motion.
“…Ah… ah… ngh ah… d-don’t… slower… slower… ngh!…”
The powerful thrusts from behind hammered into him relentlessly, each one full and forceful, each one swift and domineering. Every collision shattered reason, morality, shame—everything. Ning Xuan could only shake his head instinctively, as though trying to fling away the dizzying flood of sensation overwhelming him. He gasped helplessly beneath the assault, yet the eager little hole beneath him clearly did not reject things as firmly as his mouth claimed.
It swallowed eagerly and clung instinctively. Every time the thick, burning hardness entered, it stretched desperately wide as though still unsatisfied, greedily taking every inch inside. Yet every time it withdrew, it seemed reluctant to part, writhing rapidly to cling and keep it from leaving even slightly. Whether from trying to escape or simply from exhaustion, Ning Xuan’s knees suddenly buckled. Fortunately, Feng Xuanyi caught him instantly, but the motion caused the tight passage to convulse rapidly around him, the strange numb pleasure making even Feng Xuanyi shudder violently. Despite all his experience, he had never felt as recklessly excited as he did now, like some inexperienced youth overflowing with anticipation.
Letting out a muffled groan, Feng Xuanyi bit down on Ning Xuan’s earlobe and ground against it.
“You little temptress.”
At last abandoning all restraint, he slammed and thrust wildly, his strong waist driving rapidly while the firm muscles of his hips tightened and released with every motion. Recalling the sensitive spot his fingers had discovered earlier, he shifted angles constantly, searching and grinding against it within the warm, impossibly tight passage that seemed intent on squeezing the life out of him.
“…Mm… ngh… ah… ah ah… ha… don’t… t-too fast… don’t… so… fast ah… AH!!…”
The moment Feng Xuanyi struck the hidden spot deep inside him, Ning Xuan’s broken cries instantly rose into loud, uncontrollable moans. His legs jerked shut violently, his pale, rounded backside trembling as the passage clamped down hard. Had Feng Xuanyi not anticipated this, the suffocating tightness alone might have made him lose control immediately.
Now that he had found the correct spot, Feng Xuanyi showed no mercy whatsoever. His hips snapped rapidly as the thick purple-red desire plunged in and out of the tight passage.
“…Ah… ngh ah… don’t… don’t touch there… ah ah… don’t… ha…”
No matter how tearfully Ning Xuan protested, the thick intrusion behind him only seemed determined to target that exact place even more fiercely. The rounded head pressed and ground over the spot precisely every single time, making Ning Xuan tremble uncontrollably while pleasure surged through him like a tidal wave. He no longer even understood the sounds spilling from his mouth, only knowing he needed to vent the overwhelming flood of sensation beyond his control.
And yet his body instinctively adored this intoxicating union. He rocked and writhed eagerly, chasing after the thick purple-red shaft, matching every thrust inside him. Each time it entered, he even lifted his hips instinctively to meet it, wanting it deeper, wanting it to strike that place harder.
Extremely pleased with Ning Xuan’s instinctive reactions, Feng Xuanyi released the hands that had been caressing his arousal and kneading his backside. One hand wandered lazily across his chest yet stubbornly refused to touch the neglected crimson buds, while the other traced circles over his abdomen without moving lower to soothe the aching desire now suddenly left unattended.
“…Ngh… don’t… ah…”
By now Ning Xuan could no longer tell what exactly he was refusing. Was it the thick desire battering relentlessly against the vulnerable spot inside him? Or the warm hand abandoning the arousal that desperately wanted to cling to it? Or perhaps those teasing hands lingering over his chest yet refusing to comfort the pitiful hardened peaks?
Suddenly, the steady writhing of the warm, tight walls inside him shattered. They convulsed violently instead, squeezing and swallowing frantically as fluids poured forth in waves stronger than before, helping the thick desire slide in and out more smoothly. His body swayed helplessly in rhythm while the thick intrusion cooperated eagerly, slamming hard against that tiny protrusion over and over, burying itself fully each time. Then both hands suddenly seized the crimson buds neglected for so long and kneaded them roughly without warning.
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