Beneath the magnificent, glittering nebula, the two embraced, exchanging a warm, lingering kiss. The starlight blanketed their shoulders, concealing their deepest desires for one another. Xia Xiqing reached for Zhou Ziheng’s hand, intending to hold it, but as he loosened his grip, he accidentally dropped the switch to the universe.
As he stumbled backward, clutching his shoulders, the tip of Xia Xiqing’s elegant leather shoe accidentally stepped on it. The crimson nebula instantly expanded, then contracted, dissolving into endless darkness. Zhou Ziheng reacted faster, pulling Xia Xiqing tightly against him and kissing him deeply and passionately. The wet, slurping sounds echoed in the darkness, amplified by some malfunctioning sense, like invisible hands stirring the increasingly ragged breaths.
“Ziheng…”
“Don’t be afraid.” Zhou Ziheng’s arms tightened around his waist, his body pushing against Xia Xiqing’s as they groped in the darkness. The fear surging within him was layered over by the burning desire, and it was impossible to say which overpowered the other. Xia Xiqing only felt himself retreating, retreating until there was nowhere left to go. his back pressed against a wall. Zhou Ziheng’s kiss was aggressive, like an insatiable thirst. His wet, soft tongue sent Xia Xiqing’s heart racing, his legs weakening. His palms pressed against the wall, stabilizing his body that felt like it was beginning to flow like quicksand.
“Turn on the light.” “The words emerged from the heat of their kiss like a green escape sign in the darkness. Zhou Ziheng’s white sweater seemed to glow faintly in the night, shrouded in a soft, luminous glow.
He craved to find light within him.
“Beg me.” Zhou Ziheng bit his lower lip, the soft, fragile sensation sending him into a daze.
“…Please.”
He had already surrendered everything; this last shred of pride meant little now.
Zhou Ziheng reached out one hand to switch on the light, the other covering Xia Xiqing’s eyes. When brightness flooded back, all Xia Xiqing perceived was the red glow streaming through Zhou Ziheng’s fingers—soft and suggestive.
He licked his dry lips, parched from evaporating saliva, then parted them slightly. His eyes, veiled in mist, gazed at Zhou Ziheng like a fish gasping for water. His arms instinctively wrapped around Zhou Ziheng’s neck again—his usual, favored way.
They kissed fiercely in the entryway, leaving scorched trails of desire in their wake. Xia Xiqing’s legs grew weak from the kisses. As Zhou Ziheng supported him, Xia stumbled over a box on the floor. Zhou pulled him back just in time, preventing a fall.
“What is this…” Dazed, Xia Xiqing squinted to see a note on the box.
My gift to you both. —Zhao Ke.
“What is this?” Xia Xiqing turned to look at Zhou Ziheng, his face still hazy with lingering desire. But Zhou Ziheng’s evasion was too obvious. “Nothing. Let’s go inside.”
“Oh?” Xia Xiqing curved his lips, drawing out the syllable with a thousand twists and turns, precisely hooking Zhou Ziheng’s heart. Seizing the moment of distraction, Xia Xiqing flicked open the lid with the tip of his leather shoe. The contents inside instantly sobered him.
“What the hell is all this?” Xia Xiqing wiped his lips, lazily crouching down. His index finger hooked a black satin blindfold from inside, dangling it before Zhou Ziheng’s eyes. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs, snapped them open and closed, then yanked out a long, coiled object.
” If you didn’t know better, you’d think this was a prop box sent over by the Escape Room crew.”
Zhou Ziheng gave a dry chuckle. Glancing inside, he spotted some electric devices too. His eyes went completely dark. He nearly choked on his anger at Zhao Ke. He’d worked so hard to make this romantic, and Zhao Ke had completely derailed it.
“He forced all this on me. It doesn’t represent my will at all. ”
Hearing Zhou Ziheng’s stiff, last-ditch defense, Xia Xiqing nearly burst out laughing. He managed to stifle it, though, picking up the blindfold, handcuffs, and rope from the box. He flicked the end of the rope between his fingers, looking more like a hunter preparing to snare his prey. His eyebrows lifted slightly, his gaze playful. “I don’t care for props, but bondage and blindfolds? Now that piques my interest.”
Zhou Ziheng was drawn in, transforming from a hesitant hunter into prey at his mercy.
The living room’s heating gradually warmed the air. Xia Xiqing pushed Zhou Ziheng onto the sofa, stripping him layer by layer. Sparks crackled as the sweater came off. before his hands could even drop, handcuffs snapped shut around his wrists. Standing completely naked, he watched as Xia Xiqing shed his gray overcoat to reveal a full black suit beneath, standing before him impeccably dressed. Zhou Ziheng felt like a criminal, condemned for his desire, subjected to humiliation and punishment.
Yet his impeccable attire only stirred the deepest desires within him.
Xia Xiqing knelt halfway, binding his ankles with rope before sitting astride his bare thighs. His cool fingers toyed with Zhou Ziheng’s half-erect, burning cock. Slender white fingers curved, wrapping around the shaft and sliding slowly downward. His eyes met Zhou Ziheng’s, lips parted slightly, radiating inexpressible temptation.
“Your turn to beg me now.”
Zhou Ziheng leaned in to kiss him, but Xia Xiqing dodged. Zhou grabbed Xia’s collar with his cuffed hand, yanking him forcefully toward him. He finally captured the kiss he desired, but his intensity was too fierce—he accidentally bit Xia’s lip.
“You really are a dog.” Xia Xiqing licked his lips, pinching Zhou Ziheng’s jaw. “Whose dog are you?”
Zhou Ziheng’s deep eyes fixed on him, almost bursting with dark, smoldering fire.
“Speak!”
“…Yours.”
Xia Xiqing laughed. “Who am I?”
“You’re… Master.”
“Such a good boy.” Xia Xiqing leaned in to lick and kiss Zhou Ziheng’s earlobe, deliberately making wet noises and low moans before blowing a hot breath. “Even if you are a dog, biting your master is never right. You must be punished properly.” ”
Zhou Ziheng had anticipated Xia Xiqing’s teasing, but he hadn’t expected him to drag a chair from the dining table, sit down, remove his shoes and socks, and press those slender white feet against his own swollen, throbbing cock.
In that instant, Xia Xiqing heard Zhou Ziheng’s uncontrollable low moan and couldn’t help but sneer. “So you like my feet, huh?” With that, he lifted his own legs, pressing his pale soles together to encase Zhou Ziheng’s member, slowly sliding them up and down along the shaft, tracing its prominent veins.
His eyes lingered on Zhou Ziheng—the taut abdominal muscles straining with desire, the furrowed brow betraying unbearable frustration, the helpless resignation in his inability to escape. It was all too sensual, sending waves of heat coursing through Xia Xiqing’s body.
“Feels good?”
His voice floated like feathers. Zhou Ziheng frowned tightly, unwilling to speak.
Xia Xiqing relished this feeling, watching him inch closer to the edge. “Not talking… does it hurt?”
He could control every desire of his beloved—it was his supreme privilege.
Toes pointed like a ballerina, he slid down his shaft inch by inch until he reached his scrotum. His toes pressed lightly, and in the quiet space, his heavy breathing began. Xia Xiqing felt a wave of heat wash over him. He tossed his suit jacket to the floor, using his foot to soothe his pet while he undid his belt. Sliding his trousers halfway down, he let them hang precariously over his straightened knees. His own erection pressed against his lower abdomen. Suddenly, a more torturous idea struck him, and he withdrew his feet.
He stripped off his pants entirely, his pale, long legs dangling before Zhou Ziheng’s eyes, making him involuntarily swallow hard. Watching Xia Xiqing retrieve a tube of lubricant from the box, he sat back down in the chair, tilting his head to one side as he spread his legs wide. The small opening, ravaged countless times by Zhou Ziheng, was now fully exposed before him.
“Like it?”
Satisfied with Zhou Ziheng’s expression, Xia Xiqing squeezed a glob of lubricant onto his finger. Its coolness made Xia Xiqing shiver slightly as it touched his opening. “So cold…” His furrowed brow suddenly made Zhou Ziheng feel ravenously hungry, desperate to pin him beneath him and ravage him wildly. But with his hands and feet bound, he was utterly helpless.
“Untie me, Xiqing.”
“Call me Master,” Xia Xiqing shot him a glare. “What’s the rush? I’m not done playing yet.” He slowly pressed his fingers, coated in white viscous fluid, into that private place. Zhou Ziheng couldn’t tell if it was genuine or deliberate, but a lewd moan instantly pierced his ears. Watching him gradually stretch open that crimson opening, Zhou Ziheng broke out in a hot sweat on his back, sticking him firmly to the sofa.
“Mmm…” Xia Xiqing’s face glowed with lust, his gaze fixed unabashedly on Zhou Ziheng’s face, strained to the breaking point. “Ah… I want it… ah… ha…” His heaving chest was encased in a shirt, the outline of his erect nipples faintly visible.
“You want it…”
Zhou Ziheng finally couldn’t hold back, responding hoarsely and urgently, “I… I want…”
“Beg me. Beg your master.” Xia Xiqing’s hands didn’t stop; instead, he spread his legs wider, ensuring Zhou Ziheng could see everything clearly.
Zhou Ziheng swallowed nervously, abandoning all dignity. “Master, please… give it to me. I beg you.”
“Give you what?” Xia Xiqing lowered his bent leg.
“Let me… let me fuck you.”
Xia Xiqing stood up, the hem of his white shirt half-exposing him as lubricant dripped down his thighs, an unmistakably lewd sight. He sat astride Zhou Ziheng’s legs, his buttocks squeezing the man’s erection. He smiled, licked Zhou Ziheng’s ear, and whispered softly, “Wrong.”
“It’s Master who fucks you.”
With that, Xia Xiqing grasped Zhou Ziheng’s swollen shaft, rubbing it against the lubricant between his own legs. He stood on the wetness, then relaxed his muscles, attempting to take Zhou Ziheng’s massive glans into his opening. After several tries, it finally entered. Both of them let out an involuntary sigh. The next instant, he covered Zhou Ziheng’s hungry eyes with the blindfold. “Don’t look at me.”
Perhaps freed from the pursuit of sight, Xia Xiqing grew even more wanton. Pressing his hands against Zhou Ziheng’s shoulders, he writhed his slender waist with unbridled lust, arching his head back to reveal the beautiful curve of his neck. Zhou Ziheng was driven to the brink by his torment. The moment he entered, he nearly came, but he violently suppressed the urge. The tight, scorching heat below gripped him, drawing him deeper with each of Xia Xiqing’s undulating movements.
Xia Xiqing’s body gradually softened, as if drifting in an ocean of desire. Sweat beaded across his skin as he gasped for air, his legs tense to the point of numbness. “Ah… so good…”
Zhou Ziheng, however, was being driven mad by the torment. Blind, he could only feel—yet it was woefully insufficient. He craved to see Xia Xiqing’s expression, yearned for deeper, more intense union. Their pressed-together lower bodies were already drenched, slippery and viscous, only fueling Zhou Ziheng’s dissatisfaction. His voice was hoarse with desire. “Master, please release me. It’ll feel better if you loosen up. I promise.” ” As he spoke, he thrust hard inside, almost like offering himself, making Xia Xiqing cry out and collapse limply onto him.
“Please, Master,” Zhou Ziheng murmured, his sticky lips grazing Xia Xiqing’s ear as he coaxed and pleaded, “Untie me and you’ll enjoy fucking me even more.”
Xia Xiqing tore off his blindfold, slumped down, and untied the body pinned beneath his feet. He took the opportunity to lick Zhou Ziheng’s lower abdomen, sending a shiver through him. Zhou sat up, smiling—he’d wanted to release the handcuffs all along, but this teasing was making him ache first. But the moment he freed them, Xia Xiqing was thrown back by Zhou Ziheng. Pinned into the soft sofa, his legs were spread wide as Zhou thrust into him with brutal force.
“Ah… so deep…” Xia Xiqing reached to pry his hands away, only to have Zhou Ziheng seize his ankles and hoist them onto his shoulders. With his legs pinned down, Zhou thrust into him relentlessly. “Zhou Ziheng, you fucking… ah ah… you bastard…”
A bead of sweat, held back for far too long, fell onto Xia Xiqing’s face. Zhou Ziheng’s face was backlit, his expression hidden, but Xia could only feel the storm-like assault, Each thrust slammed deep inside, like a red-hot iron rod stretching his narrow, wet passage to its limit. Xia Xiqing had nowhere to hide, forced to arch his hips high to meet the frenzied thrusts.
Moans mingled with the slapping sound of flesh colliding, echoing through the living room. Zhou Ziheng thrust harder with each stroke, as if seeking revenge, never forgetting to taunt, “Master, feeling good? Hmm?”
Xia Xiqing gasped with his mouth open, a sharp cry escaping his throat with every thrust. Embarrassed, he stuffed his fingertips into his mouth, biting down on them to endure the fierce assault. Zhou Ziheng thrust his hips, his palm pressing down on Xia Xiqing’s raised thigh until the skin turned crimson. His eyes locked onto Xia Xiqing’s face, taking in his flushed, slender neck, reddened all the way to his ears. Xia Xiqing was fucked into a daze, his head pressed against the edge of the sofa, unable to escape. The fingertips he bit had gone numb from the pleasure, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, his toes curling involuntarily.
This twisted, earth-shattering pleasure consumed him entirely, sending shivers through his body as tears of pure physical ecstasy threatened to spill from his eyes.
“I can’t… Ziheng… slow… slow down…”
Zhou Ziheng withdrew his cock, gripping the shaft as he rubbed it against the wet crevice between Xia Xiqing’s thighs. He leaned down to lick the equally damp corner of Xia Xiqing’s mouth, his tongue plunging inside. Xia Xiqing went limp, swept away by another wave of desire.
“Inside… faster…”
“Master, you’re so demanding.” Zhou Ziheng guided himself back inside, but instead of thrusting all the way in, he found the sensitive spot he’d already mapped out. He thrust his hips hard against it, making Xia Xiqing cry out sharply.
“Ah! Ah…”
Zhou Ziheng relished this reaction. Suppressing the intense pleasure from Xia Xiqing’s contracting passage, he gripped his hips and thrust relentlessly against his prostate, each stroke harsher than the last.
“I can’t… Fuck me… Fuck me… Ah… Ziheng… Hold me…”
Cruelly, Zhou Ziheng refused to hold him, instead frantically increasing his pace. Xia Xiqing felt as if he were dying. Everything before his eyes blurred, as if obscured by liquid. He cried, not knowing why tears streamed down his face. He only knew his entire body was electrified, every bone and muscle surging with current. He couldn’t suppress his cries, nor could he hold back his tears.
Watching the once-proud Xia Xiqing reduced to such a pitiful state, Zhou Ziheng leaned down to kiss away his tears. “Master… you fuck me so well… so good… I love you…”
“Ah… ah… I can’t… I’m going to break… Ah…” Xia Xiqing had no idea what he was saying anymore. His body and mind had been completely severed. He could only arch his neck, his flushed body trembling like a sieve. With a high-pitched scream that had lost its pitch, the pale penis, jerking wildly from Zhou Ziheng’s thrusts, erupted, shooting his load onto Zhou Ziheng’s chest.
After the climax, Xia Xiqing went limp like a waterlogged clay figure, collapsing into Zhou Ziheng’s arms. Unable to hold back any longer, Zhou thrust into him again and again, brutally and relentlessly, pounding into that thoroughly ravaged passage with no rhythm, seeking only pleasure. Just as Xia Xiqing was on the verge of being knocked unconscious by the relentless pounding, Zhou Ziheng finally released inside him. The still-hard shaft buried deep within pulsed and throbbed, hot and burning.
Two sweat-drenched bodies clung tightly together. In the instant their desires were released, the night truly began.
