Zhou Ziheng wrapped his bare legs beneath the skirt around his waist, clasping his thighs as he lifted Xia Xiqing off the bed and pressed him against the glass door separating the bedroom from the balcony. Their kiss deepened, the wide skirt draping down to cover his legs. Xia Xiqing wrapped his arms around Zhou Ziheng’s neck, tilting his face upward. Zhou Ziheng’s tongue plunged deep into his mouth, stirring a feverish heat throughout his body. The warm, moist breath from Zhou Ziheng’s nostrils sprayed across his face like an intoxicating mist laced with aphrodisiacs, leaving Xia Xiqing dazed and disoriented.
“Zhou Ziheng… stop fucking teasing me…” Xia Xiqing pushed him away, leaning his head against the glass door, mouth open, face tilted back, gasping for breath. This sight was utterly mesmerizing to Zhou Ziheng.
“Who’s seducing whom, exactly? Look at yourself right now.”
His body, encased in a pure white gown, rose and fell with each gasp. The deep hollow at his collarbone was accentuated beautifully by the gown’s neckline. Zhou Ziheng couldn’t resist leaning down to lick and kiss that collarbone, his hands gripping the now-supple waist. his kisses hot and wet, leaving crimson marks along Xia Xiqing’s slender neck. As he kissed, he began to hear Xia Xiqing’s nasal moans, sticky and slurred. Those long fingers dug into Zhou Ziheng’s nape, rubbing him roughly—his favorite gesture when aroused.
“Hurry…”
Zhou Ziheng remained cruelly unhurried. His arms held Xia Xiqing, lifting his waist forward and upward, arching Xia Xiqing’s chest. Then he lowered his head, licking and biting Xia Xiqing’s chest through the fabric. Those two small nipples, hardened by desire, stood out clearly.
“Don’t lick there…” Xia Xiqing resisted slightly, “I… I’m not a woman…”
“I know.” Zhou Ziheng kissed his lips soothingly, “I just want you to feel good.” “After saying that, he returned to licking and biting the protrusions on Xia Xiqing’s chest. The fabric was now completely soaked with saliva, becoming semi-transparent. His tongue swirled over them, causing Xia Xiqing to tremble slightly. He couldn’t describe the sensation—it wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, yet it wasn’t entirely pleasant either.
It felt more like a sinful torment born from the intertwining of shame and hunger.
Zhou Ziheng pinched the nipple he’d licked until it hardened, hearing Xia Xiqing’s unprepared moan escape him. “Ah…” This sound differed from the seductive trailing notes of his usual speech, carrying a fragile vulnerability born of being overwhelmed, trembling and breathless. Hearing it made Zhou Ziheng’s mind grow hot, Hot sweat clung to his back, soaking through his pajamas. He stripped off his clothes and tossed them aside, grabbed lubricant from the nightstand, then pulled Xia Xiqing close for another deep kiss. His tongue probed deep inside, mimicking the rhythm of penetration. Xia Xiqing writhed in discomfort, sucking on Zhou’s tongue to keep him from pulling away.
“Mmm… mmm…”
Saliva overflowed from the corners of his mouth. Xia Xiqing leaned back against the door, gasping for breath. Zhou Ziheng knelt down, lifted the hem of his skirt, and slid inside.
“You! What are you doing… ah…” Shame surged through him, and Xia Xiqing tried to push Zhou Ziheng away. Instead, Zhou Ziheng seized the cock hidden beneath the skirt. Already rock-hard, Xia Xiqing nearly came from the touch alone.
“What’s down there is beautiful,” Zhou Ziheng murmured from beneath the fabric. “Just as beautiful as you.”
“Shut up…” Xia Xiqing bit his lip instinctively as his member was suddenly enveloped by a warm, wet mouth, but a moan still escaped him. Zhou Ziheng’s hands gripped his base, cruelly teasing his scrotum. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him, nearly suffocating him. His arms went limp at his sides, clutching Zhou Ziheng’s broad shoulders. “Ha… ah… Ziheng…”
Zhou Ziheng continued to take Xia Xiqing’s member in and out, but he didn’t want him to come so quickly. Each time he deep-throated it a few strokes, he’d pause, leaving him completely still. This teasing nearly drove Xia Xiqing mad. “Damn it… hurry up…” Zhou Ziheng knelt beneath the skirt, watching Xia Xiqing grind against his legs, his rigid cock swaying gently with each movement. The sight was unbearably tempting—he could come just from watching.
Squeezing lubricant onto his hands, Zhou Ziheng licked and kissed Xia Xiqing’s inner thighs while applying the gel to his rear entrance. “Good boy… relax…”
Xia Xiqing strained to relax his sphincter muscles, allowing Zhou Ziheng’s fingers to enter. Too much lubricant had been applied, making the opening uncomfortably sticky. Once two fingers moved smoothly inside, Zhou added a third, thrusting them together into the wet, warm passage. Xia Xiqing nearly abandoned all struggle and restraint. Each thrust of Zhou’s fingers made him cry out in a trembling voice, arching his head back in wanton moans. “Ah… ah… ah…”
“…Stop teasing… just get inside… hurry…”
Beneath the skirt, the heat was stifling. Zhou Ziheng was sweating, the tension unbearable. Hearing his lover begin to cry out in abandon, he finally couldn’t hold back. He stood up, flipped him over, and pinned him against the glass door. Grasping his own cock, he thrust it against that slippery little hole several times from behind. Just those few thrusts were enough to make Xia Xiqing start moaning.
The actual entry proved somewhat difficult. As soon as the large head pushed in, Xia Xiqing began moaning in pain, his tight little hole involuntarily clenching. Zhou Ziheng turned his face to kiss him, kissing him until his whole body went limp. Taking advantage of his relaxation, Zhou Ziheng thrust all the way in in one go.
“Ah… so full…”
“It’ll feel good soon, baby.” Zhou Ziheng held his waist and slowly pushed deeper, suppressing his intense desire as he moved in and out at a deliberate pace. The white skirt hem hung like a fig leaf, concealing their intimate union yet only heightening Zhou Ziheng’s restlessness. He could feel the hot, wet passage begin to cling to his member as Xia Xiqing’s cries transformed from pain to savoring pleasure. “Ah… ah ah… Zhou Ziheng… fuck me harder…”
“You asked for it.” Beastly lust surged through him, and Zhou Ziheng thrust deep inside with brutal force. The slapping sound of wet flesh echoed through the quiet bedroom, mingled with Xia Xiqing’s wanton cries.
Zhou Ziheng licked and kissed his ear from behind, his tongue deliberately or inadvertently probing deeper. His voice, thickened by lust, was low and hoarse. “Xiqing, you’re so hot down there, so wet… just like a woman.”
“You… shut the fuck up… I won’t let you get away with this… Ah—” Before Xia Xiqing could finish his threat, Zhou Ziheng thrust deep inside him, nearly reaching the very bottom. His voice suddenly became high-pitched and sharp, “Ah… too deep… too deep…”
Seeing Xia Xiqing try to pull away, Zhou Ziheng grabbed his waist and pulled him down to kneel together on the floor. From behind, he spread Xia Xiqing’s legs wide, placing them on either side of his knees. Pressing his entire body against the glass door, he repositioned himself so his cock, which had slipped out during the shift, was once again pressed against Xia Xiqing’s entrance. Zhou Ziheng panted hoarsely into his ear, “Xiqing, sit down.” ”
Xia Xiqing was already dizzy with desire, his body utterly drained of resistance. He tried to lower himself, inch by inch taking in Zhou Ziheng’s astonishingly large member. “Ha… ha…” His breath hit the glass door, condensing into a patch of white, steamy fog. Zhou Ziheng gripped his thighs and thrust upward violently, driving Xia Xiqing’s face pressed against the glass to rub up and down, smearing the fleeting white mist into a blur.
“Too deep… this position… ah… ah… Ah… I can’t…” Xia Xiqing cried out in confusion. The tender flesh at his entrance was being stretched to the point of exposure. It was too deep, far too deep. His hands clawed at the glass, desperately trying to push himself upward to escape, only to be yanked back by Zhou Ziheng, slamming him down hard onto that terrifying member.
“Ah—”
“Don’t you dare escape.” Sweat dripped from Zhou Ziheng’s temples to his chin. He seized Xia Xiqing’s arms, forcing his back to arch. The zipper of Xia Xiqing’s dress slid up to his waist in the struggle. Zhou Ziheng lowered his head, licking and kissing his back, leaving deep and shallow kiss marks. In this position, Xia Xiqing had almost no chance of escape. Zhou Ziheng’s lower body rammed into him relentlessly, each thrust reaching the deepest point. Worst of all, Zhou Ziheng whispered explicit, never-before-spoken words of desire into his ear: “You know, I was only fifteen when I first masturbated. Back then, I did it thinking of you. My mind was filled with images of you wearing this skirt… uh… every single time, it was you…”
“Ah… ah…” Xia Xiqing trembled all over, fucked into incoherence. Saliva spilled from his mouth, making even his moans slurred. “Ah ah… …Ziheng… ah…“ He couldn’t help but writhe his hips—the only part of his body he could still control. Completely consumed by lust, he moved wildly like a rutting animal. That hard, burning rod struck his prostate. ”Ah! Ah—” Within moments, he cried out and came, his entire body convulsing like a vibrant, dying fish. His sweat-drenched form twitched rhythmically as his lower passage clenched rapidly, drowning in the lingering echoes of his climax.
Zhou Ziheng showed no mercy, instead seizing the moment of his helplessness to thrust upward with even greater force. His hips drove faster and faster. “So good… Xiqing…” His heavy, hoarse panting became an aphrodisiac for Xia Xiqing, transforming him into a bud on the verge of collapse. He could only moan weakly, twisting pitifully in sync with Zhou’s movements.
After countless thrusts that nearly set his lower body ablaze, Xia Xiqing finally felt Zhou Ziheng’s arms tremble as he held him. His breaths grew increasingly ragged and deep. Xia Xiqing clenched his muscles tightly, turning his face with his last ounce of strength, sweat-soaked hair plastered to his temples. “Come inside me…”
“But…”
“Hurry…” Xia Xiqing’s furrowed brow was unbearably sensual. Zhou Ziheng kissed his cheek in a daze, gripping his waist and thrusting dozens of times before finally releasing. Thick semen filled the wet, hot passage.
He embraced Xia Xiqing from behind, panting and laughing against his shoulder. “Begging me to come inside… is it to bear my child?”
Xia Xiqing’s response was indistinguishable between laughter and gasps. He turned his head to kiss Zhou Ziheng’s nose, his sweat-dampened lashes lifting weakly. His wet eyes were soft and lustful, tinged with a hint of seductive disdain.
“Just once… Can it work?”
