“I am not hungry.” Still unsatisfied, Feng Xuanyi approached again. He extended his crimson tongue and gazed steadily into Ning Xuan’s eyes without blinking. Starting from below, he slowly licked away the silver thread Ning Xuan had not yet swallowed, tracing from his chin toward the corner of his mouth. Ning Xuan’s watery lips became flushed. Feng Xuanyi opened his mouth and caught the full lower lip between his teeth, tugging and worrying at it as though he had not enjoyed nearly enough.
Ning Xuan’s eyes widened furiously. He shifted uneasily and struggled to push the man away. “But I’m hungry!”
Feng Xuanyi sucked forcefully at the corner of Ning Xuan’s mouth, producing an obscenely wet smack. Treating Ning Xuan’s words as an invitation of an entirely different kind, he moved even closer. “I will make certain you are thoroughly fed tonight.”
Ning Xuan had no time to resist, struggle, or become ashamed and indignant—much less marvel at how shameless the sovereign of an entire nation could be. The gentle, affectionate kiss abruptly changed in nature. Feng Xuanyi seemed to transform into a beast, and even the air grew feverish and trembling, as though anticipating what would follow.
Feng Xuanyi shifted and suddenly pulled with force. In an instant, the positions of the two people whose lips remained fused together were reversed. Leaning over Ning Xuan, Feng Xuanyi braced both hands upon the chair’s armrests, enclosing him completely beneath his body. He kissed Ning Xuan forcefully and stirred his tongue, leaving him nowhere to avoid or escape. Ning Xuan’s graceful, pale neck fell helplessly against the upper edge of the backrest, forming a beautiful, enticing curve.
The hands pressed against Feng Xuanyi’s chest, attempting one final desperate resistance, eventually dropped without strength. The madness and trembling transmitted from lips, tongue, and taste buds into Ning Xuan’s limbs left him unable to breathe. Even his bones seemed softened by suffocation. Each wave of pleasure struck more fiercely than the last, rushing down his spine like electricity and leaving a tingling, numbing trail that paralyzed every cell and drowned it in intoxication.
It was merely a kiss, yet its intensity left Ning Xuan nearly faint.
Dissatisfied with remaining completely passive beneath such overwhelming dominance, Ning Xuan fully employed his enterprising spirit and eagerness to learn. His tongue, teased until tingling and given nowhere to escape, staked everything upon one desperate effort. Imitating Feng Xuanyi, it boldly advanced, rubbing, tangling, and pursuing of its own accord.
Ning Xuan’s sudden transformation and uncharacteristically fierce response caught Feng Xuanyi entirely unprepared. He froze in shock for an instant, but that brief moment was enough for Ning Xuan to reverse their roles.
Ning Xuan offered his lips and tongue willingly. Following Feng Xuanyi’s example, he slipped his tongue into the emperor’s mouth, licked across his lips, swept along his pearly teeth, and paid particular attention to lingering over his gums. Mischievously, he drew pictures he himself could not understand upon the sensitive roof of Feng Xuanyi’s mouth. From time to time, he reached farther in and teased the smaller tongue that could no longer escape. Ning Xuan felt the body before him abruptly stiffen and heard Feng Xuanyi’s breathing become instantly heavy and disordered, yet he deliberately ignored the soft tongue searching for his own.
Feng Xuanyi attempted to straighten and create some distance, but Ning Xuan seemed to anticipate it. He frowned and, drawing strength from somewhere unknown, followed the emperor’s retreat. His hands wound around Feng Xuanyi at the same time, clinging to his back like a koala. Ning Xuan tightened his arms until not the slightest space remained between them.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” Feng Xuanyi forcibly restrained the desire to tear him apart and devour him, struggling to preserve the last fragment of clarity. Yet the instigator remained utterly unaware and persisted without repentance.
Ning Xuan’s own breathing was unstable and his gaze hazy, yet he stubbornly held himself together. Beneath the candlelight, his unwavering eyes brimmed with challenge and arrogance, as though saying, So what if I do?
He extended his tender red tongue and slowly traced a circle around his own swollen, thoroughly kissed lips. The movement seemed deliberately slowed, provoking Feng Xuanyi’s restraint again and again. Ning Xuan even offered his praise without reservation. “It tastes rather good.”
Whether that compliment referred to Feng Xuanyi or to himself was impossible to know.
“Mmph!” The scorching breath rushing toward him caught Ning Xuan off guard. Uncontrolled force struck his teeth painfully. Feng Xuanyi no longer showed tenderness, restraint, or suppression. As though taking revenge, he tormented the overburdened softness and watched it grow lush and vivid beneath his actions.
With a sweep of Feng Xuanyi’s arm, the fastening around Ning Xuan’s waist loosened and slid away. Freed of restraint, his inner robe fell open to either side, revealing a slender, porcelain-pale chest without the slightest blemish—beautiful, yet not frail.
Dense kisses descended, tracing the soft, exquisite line of Ning Xuan’s jaw and sliding along his elegant neck. Crimson marks bloomed like fallen cherry blossoms across his pale skin. Feng Xuanyi caught Ning Xuan’s Adam’s apple between his lips, licking and rubbing it, then biting with alternating gentleness and force. The faint pain made Ning Xuan knit his brows, yet it brought neither revulsion nor true suffering. Instead, it intensified the sharp, numbing pleasure coursing like electricity until it grew entirely uncontrollable.
“Ah!” The moan sounded simultaneously restrained and abandoned, becoming the sweetest aphrodisiac and feeding the increasingly fragrant, burning desire between them.
The air grew thin and scorching. Ning Xuan parted his lips and panted helplessly like a fish removed from water, his eyes seeming submerged beneath the force of his arousal.
Feng Xuanyi’s wet, supple tongue wandered across Ning Xuan’s collarbones, accompanied by the intermittent sting of teeth and leaving glistening traces of moisture. It traveled across his chest and enclosed one small, raised pink point. The scorching warmth of Feng Xuanyi’s mouth made the already erect peak harden further, trembling yet expectant. The intense stimulation and pleasure exploded like fireworks. Ning Xuan abruptly arched his chest, as though evading and welcoming the sensation at once, delivering that vulnerable point without reservation into the mouth of the culprit.
“Mm… ah… ngh…” Feng Xuanyi’s tongue carefully scraped and teased the tender, sensitive skin, while his teeth rubbed and bit with alternating force. He suddenly sucked hard, catching and pulling without warning. The other side did not escape. Though exposed to the air, it was teased and toyed with by burning fingers. Feng Xuanyi’s control steadily deteriorated, and the imperfect pressure left the overwhelmed tips flushed and vivid. The painful sweetness was irresistible, yet somehow still seemed insufficient.
Enduring the agitation of his body and its desperate longing for release, Ning Xuan reached up and wrapped his arms around Feng Xuanyi’s neck. He tore away the golden crown symbolizing imperial authority, then spread his fingers and buried them within the emperor’s thick hair. It was smoother than he had imagined and nothing like the hardness he remembered. Ning Xuan’s pale fingertips appeared and disappeared among the black strands, creating an indescribably decadent sight.
Ning Xuan bent one knee and lifted his leg. Even through his silky trousers and Feng Xuanyi’s heavy imperial robes, the desire poised to erupt beneath them could be felt with perfect clarity. The corner of Ning Xuan’s mouth lifted, partly triumphant and partly seductive. Slowly and unhurriedly, he rubbed against Feng Xuanyi’s groin, sometimes brushing the inside of his thigh and sometimes gliding across the hard length. Rather than fearing its threat, he behaved as though pulling teeth from a tiger’s mouth. It became a contest: whenever Feng Xuanyi advanced one step, Ning Xuan immediately followed, disregarding consequences and acting without hesitation. Even if harming his enemy by a thousand meant injuring himself by eight hundred, he did not care.
Feng Xuanyi lifted his eyes from where his face had been buried against Ning Xuan’s chest. His gaze had become even darker and more profound. The bottomless black resembled an abyss, its endlessly churning vortex of desire capable of binding and swallowing anyone with a single glance—leaving them either stranded or drowned.
Dissatisfied that his own robes had fallen into disorder and his hair hung loose while Feng Xuanyi remained neatly dressed and perfectly composed, Ning Xuan raised his leg and hooked it around the bright-yellow belt at the emperor’s waist. With a violent pull, the expensive jade ornaments and scented sachets fell to the ground, and Feng Xuanyi’s robes loosened and spread open.