Nalan Xuan leaned back in the chair with his head tilted up, enduring Feng Xuanyi’s stormlike assault. The relentless rhythm left him barely enough time to breathe, almost as though he might drown beneath it, as though there were things that could be conveyed only through the closeness of their bodies.
Bracing one hand against the arm of the chair, Feng Xuanyi used the other to strip away Nalan Xuan’s heavy, complicated empress robes and pull apart the bright yellow inner garment beneath. His palm slipped through the open front. The ivory skin beneath was smooth as congealed cream, seemingly possessed of some fatal attraction that made it impossible for his hand to leave once it touched.
His palm traveled over Nalan Xuan’s waist, stroking and kneading with alternating gentleness and force, drawing indistinct sounds from his throat. Feng Xuanyi finally abandoned the lips he had already kissed swollen and red, moving down along Nalan Xuan’s neck instead. Almost reverently, he traced the elegant line exposed by the man’s tilted head, leaving a trail of fragmented kisses and marks ranging from pale pink to deeper red.
Nalan Xuan kept his head thrown back, lowered lashes half concealing phoenix eyes swimming with desire. His swollen lips were slightly split and remained parted, traces of saliva still clinging at the corner. Hoarse, strained breaths escaped him, sounding at once like deliberate enjoyment and genuine disorientation.
“…Ah…” At some unknown point, one hardened nipple was finally enveloped by wet warmth. Nalan Xuan’s body jerked and immediately went taut. Both hands clenched hard around the arms of the chair as a soft sound escaped him, part satisfied sigh and part urging for more.
“…Mm… ngh…” Licking, circling, teasing—Feng Xuanyi’s agile tongue seemed almost mischievous as he used every possible method to torment the sensitive nipple. The rough surface of his tongue rasped over the thin skin and overwhelmed the nerves beneath it. At times his teeth caught it in a light bite; at others he pulled harder, adding a faint edge of pain.
The tingling accumulated rapidly, like countless currents rushing through Nalan Xuan’s body and spreading into every limb. Even his fingertips grew numb from the pleasure. Strength seemed to drain out of him until his body went weak, but Feng Xuanyi supported his back with one arm and held his collapsing waist in place, giving him no room to retreat.
“…Ah—!” The pleasure that had been gathering like sparks in dry grass suddenly erupted when Feng Xuanyi sucked hard without warning. Fire seemed to consume every sense. Nalan Xuan had never intended to suppress himself and cried out breathlessly.
At the sound, Feng Xuanyi’s eyes darkened where his face remained buried against Nalan Xuan’s chest. Desire had already turned their depth almost frightening, as though he wanted nothing more than to devour the man in his arms immediately.
There was little fullness to Nalan Xuan’s smooth, flat chest, and even the nipple reddened and swollen beneath Feng Xuanyi’s attention could never resemble a woman’s breast. Yet Feng Xuanyi remained relentless, leaving one forceful sucking kiss after another.
“…Ngh… don’t… haa… not so hard…” The faint pain made Nalan Xuan frown. He placed a hand against Feng Xuanyi’s shoulder as though trying to push him away, but his body had gone so long without intimacy that it was almost painfully sensitive, seemingly desperate for the force of possession and the devastating pleasure that accompanied it. Regardless of what its owner intended, it responded eagerly to sensations it had not experienced in far too long.
The hand resting on Feng Xuanyi’s shoulder tightened around the fabric until it formed a fist. Pleasure intensified alongside the faint pain, sending shudders like electricity up his spine and leaving numbness in its wake. Even Nalan Xuan could no longer tell whether he was trying to refuse or invite more.
A low, hoarse laugh escaped Feng Xuanyi, thoroughly familiar with Nalan Xuan’s habit of saying one thing while his body betrayed another. Rather than showing any intention of stopping, his mouth became even more relentless. Even the hand supporting Nalan Xuan’s body seemed eager to join in, reaching for the nipple that had been neglected on the other side.
“…Ah… don’t… ngh…” As though venting all the longing and fear of recent days, along with his anger at Nalan Xuan’s merciless determination to leave him, Feng Xuanyi used every possible touch—pressing, circling, rubbing, pinching, pulling—to stimulate the sensitive points. It was almost as though only Nalan Xuan’s moans, edged with both pain and pleasure, could soothe the bitterness Feng Xuanyi had endured.
The sensations became so intense that Nalan Xuan felt almost drowned by them. He twisted instinctively, trying to escape, but his struggles only brought his vulnerable body closer.
His cock had long since hardened beneath his undergarments, standing rigid with excitement. Wave after wave of tingling pleasure rushed through him, driving more blood into the swollen shaft until precum leaked from the tip and dampened the silk.
Unable to bear it, Nalan Xuan lifted his hips slightly, trying to draw Feng Xuanyi’s attention to the aching need below. Feng Xuanyi, however, behaved as though he noticed nothing and continued his relentless battle with the two reddened nipples upon Nalan Xuan’s chest.
Nalan Xuan had never been coy in bed. It was precisely those honest yet embarrassed reactions, that inexperienced yet seductive body, that had somehow become addictive to Feng Xuanyi long ago, leaving him unable to keep his hands away.
His neglected erection ached badly enough that Nalan Xuan finally decided to take care of it himself. His cheeks were flushed, and even his eyes and brows carried the embarrassment of someone being steadily consumed by desire. But just as his hand reached down and felt the heat rising from his own body, Feng Xuanyi caught his wrist and pulled it back. Finally abandoning the swollen nipple, Feng Xuanyi took Nalan Xuan’s pale fingers into his mouth instead, slowly tracing their lines with his tongue, lingering over the pads and the bases in languid circles.
“…Mm… don’t…” The deliberately indirect yet shamelessly erotic wetness was maddening, like trying to scratch an itch through a boot. Tingling sensation traveled from Nalan Xuan’s fingertips into his overstimulated nerves. He tried to pull his hand away, but Feng Xuanyi kept a firm grip upon his wrist.
Ignoring every attempt to resist or evade him, Feng Xuanyi continued enjoying the warm softness in his mouth. Meanwhile, his other hand slipped downward without drawing attention and finally closed around the hard length between Nalan Xuan’s thighs. Feeling its heat and the sudden throb against his palm, he smiled wickedly.
“And you still say you don’t want it?” Feng Xuanyi deliberately twisted Nalan Xuan’s meaning. His hand, however, showed no hesitation as he stroked rapidly through the thin undergarment. Fine silk became rough torment now, administering a sweet punishment with every movement.
“…Ah—!” Nalan Xuan surrendered almost immediately. A deep flush spread across both cheeks, and even the corners of his eyes became dazed with overwhelming pleasure. His chest rose and fell violently, his entire body flushed pink with desire and breathtakingly beautiful. Fine beads of sweat covered his pale skin as the climax overwhelmed every sense.
Surprise flashed through Feng Xuanyi’s eyes. He had not expected Nalan Xuan to come so quickly. Then unmistakable joy followed: the man before him was still his. No one else had touched him.
That fierce satisfaction immediately transformed into possessiveness, surging and roaring through him, demanding that he completely claim the man who carried the deadly fragrance of a poppy.
Feng Xuanyi kissed his way downward, leaving scattered marks of red and blue across Nalan Xuan’s skin, all glistening beneath the candlelight. He stripped away the undergarments, exposing Nalan Xuan’s long, pale legs and the still-wet cock between them completely to his gaze.
“…Ah—!” Nalan Xuan had not even recovered from the peak of pleasure and was still lost in its aftermath when he was abruptly dragged back to awareness by the sudden enveloping heat between his thighs.