“Hot… Ziheng… Zhou Ziheng…”
His voice was thick with desire, relentlessly testing Zhou Ziheng’s self-control. He forced his index and middle fingers into Xia Xiqing’s mouth. The warm, wet cavity and soft tongue wrapped around his fingers. His right hand tore open the shirt that had long since been disheveled. The once-pale flesh now blushed crimson with desire, like an overripe peach that would spill its juices at the slightest touch.
He lowered his head, greedily tracing down from the side of his neck, licking his rolling Adam’s apple, biting and grinding against his protruding collarbone, continuing downward until he took the reddened nipple on his chest into his mouth.
“Mmm…” The foreign sensation prevented Xia Xiqing from moaning normally. The intense stimulation, amplified by the drug’s effects, sent a sudden shiver through him. His hands instinctively wrapped around Zhou Ziheng’s head, his fingers weakening. He’d intended to grip the back of his neck tightly, but instead, his movements became a reluctant yet inviting grinding. “Mmm…”
Zhou Ziheng lifted his head, withdrawing his fingers. Crystal-clear saliva had already leaked from the corner of his mouth, tracing a path down his handsome jawline. Xia Xiqing’s lips remained parted, revealing a pink, glistening tongue tip hidden within, like a cherry soaked in syrup, sparkling brightly. Zhou Ziheng captured his lips, using fingers dampened by his saliva to knead his nipple.
“Mmm… mmm…” Only when Zhou Ziheng released the kiss could Xia Xiqing gasp for air. He wrapped his arms around Zhou Ziheng’s neck, arching his waist to press his chest against Zhou Ziheng’s, his long legs reflexively wrapping around Zhou Ziheng’s waist.
“I want to make love… Zhou Ziheng…” Xia Xiqing licked Zhou Ziheng’s cheek without restraint, his lips and teeth pleading in a voice hollowed out by desire, “Don’t torment me…”
Who was tormenting whom, after all?
Zhou Ziheng wrapped Xia Xiqing’s arms around his own neck. “Hold me.” ” Grasping Xia Xiqing’s thighs, he lifted him into this position. Even the sudden weightlessness failed to rouse Xia Xiqing from the clutches of desire. He continued licking and kissing Zhou Ziheng’s jawline and neck, panting softly in his embrace. Not even when Zhou Ziheng carried him into the bathroom, stripped him naked, and lowered him into the bathtub did he show the slightest sign of lucidity.
Warm water bubbled up in the tub, slowly submerging his body.
“Ziheng… I feel so bad…”
Only when Zhou Ziheng helped him out of his pants did he realize Xia Xiqing had already come once. Yet this did nothing to ease Xia Xiqing’s state—if anything, it only intensified.
Zhao Ke had been telling the truth. This drug was designed to subdue inexperienced partners, to force compliance.
But how could he…
Zhou Ziheng’s mind was in turmoil. He pulled open the bathroom cabinet and rummaged through it, pulling out a dark purple bottle. Ever since that first night he’d fooled around with Xia Xiqing, he’d done his research online. He’d always hoped to take things this far with him, wanted to make him feel good, wanted him to feel fulfilled being with him. That’s why he’d prepared so earnestly for something that might never happen.
He squeezed a generous dollop into his palm, walked to the edge of the tub, lifted the drenched Xia Xiqing into his arms, and held him face-to-face, kissing his lips.
“Xiqing, I…” He hesitated suddenly, lubricant dripping through his fingers. He was struggling, but Xia Xiqing seemed utterly consumed by desire. He only kissed him, pressing tightly against him, displaying his own hunger.
Might as well take him now, while the opportunity was perfect. Once was enough.
Zhou Ziheng felt a pang of sorrow. He had never felt such profound sadness.
“Look at me. Who am I?”
Xia Xiqing’s hand gripped Zhou Ziheng’s belt, his voice soft and urgent. “Ziheng…”
“You…”
Do you like me?
Is it because you like me that you’re willing to be with me?
He bit down on his molars, wrapping his arms around Xia Xiqing’s waist and pulling his chest against his shoulder. His lubricant-coated hand reached for Xia Xiqing’s rear entrance. The moment he touched it, he felt Xia Xiqing’s fierce resistance. That long-dead rationality flickered back to life like a dying ember.
“No, let me go…” Xia Xiqing tried to push him away but lacked the strength. Fear surged through his veins alongside his blood, flooding his brain.
The moment he said no, Zhou Ziheng wanted to retreat.
“Alright…” He stroked Xia Xiqing’s back with his free hand. “I understand… I won’t… I won’t…”
Hearing this, Xia Xiqing panicked anew. The agony was unbearable, threatening to kill him. “How can you not do it… You can’t do nothing… I’ll die…”
“But you…” Zhou Ziheng’s left hand reached up to touch the back of his head. “What can I do? I’m going mad too.”
The torment of desire was always mutual.
No one suffered more than the other.
Wave after wave of the drug’s effects crashed over him like ocean tides, drowning Xia Xiqing. Clinging to Zhou Ziheng, he’d never yearned so intensely to be possessed by him. For some reason, he desperately wanted to hear Zhou Ziheng say he loved him, just like all those others who had laid their hearts bare before him. If only Zhou Ziheng could give him his heart too.
All the scattered clues connected, sending a chill through Xia Xiqing’s body. His already troubled heart began to ache sharply once more.
“Go ahead…” He lay limp against Zhou Ziheng’s shoulder, gasping weakly. “You can go inside… you can… you can take me…”
Zhou Ziheng froze.
“But…” Xia Xiqing didn’t know what had overtaken him. Tears suddenly welled up. He stayed pressed down, unwilling for Zhou Ziheng to see. “But… you must remember who I am…”
I am Xia Xiqing. Not that bouquet of white roses in your heart, Zhou Ziheng.
I can make sacrifices, but I cannot be treated as a substitute.
“I know, I know,” Zhou Ziheng murmured, kissing the skin at the nape of his neck. Each kiss sent shivers through Xia Xiqing’s flesh. His fingers pressed against Xia Xiqing’s tight opening, while his other hand gently traced the spine down to the tailbone, making him tremble again.
When he sensed the tension easing, Zhou Ziheng tentatively entered. Xia Xiqing, unable to vent his discomfort, bit down on Zhou Ziheng’s shoulder.
“Don’t be afraid, Xiqing.” Zhou Ziheng turned his face to kiss Xia Xiqing’s ear. “I’m here.”
Zhou Ziheng moved with gentle precision, his rough fingertips teasing the sensitive spot. The initial throbbing pain slowly transformed, fermenting into a dizzying, heart-racing craving.
He yearned to become one with Zhou Ziheng—any way would do, as long as he could possess him.
The lubrication took effect. Zhou Ziheng tried adding another finger, thrusting slowly. This position made them too vulnerable to the chill, so he lifted Xia Xiqing and placed him in the warm water, letting him lie face-up in the spacious tub, his head resting against one end. Zhou Ziheng, still clad in his shirt and pants, knelt directly in the tub. He folded Xia Xiqing’s two slender, pale legs, exposing his private parts to his gaze. Xia Xiqing felt no shame, only a desperate need to hold Zhou Ziheng. He reached out to embrace him, and Zhou understood his plea. Leaning down, he kissed Xia Xiqing’s lips tenderly, his right hand slipping inside once more. This time it slid in much more easily, and he quickened his pace in the water.
“Mmm… mmm… too fast… ah…”
“Does it hurt?” Zhou Ziheng murmured into Xia Xiqing’s ear, his hot breath filling the space.
“It doesn’t hurt… It feels so good…” Xia Xiqing reached for Zhou Ziheng’s belt. “Don’t use your hands…”
Zhou Ziheng kissed his lips, sealing the rest of his words in a hot kiss. He undid the belt himself. The massive, purple-veined cock sprang free, poking Xia Xiqing’s sensitive lower abdomen, making him cry out involuntarily, “Ah…” His burning fingers grasped Zhou Ziheng’s shaft, instinctively stroking it a few times. Zhou Ziheng reached for the lubricant resting on the bathtub edge, squeezing it into Xia Xiqing’s hand. “Apply it.”
Xia Xiqing tilted his neck back, dizzy and lightheaded. His sticky fingers slid urgently up and down, the web of his hand squeezing the wet glans, making a wet, squelching sound.
“Put it in…” He gripped the shaft, guiding it toward entry.
Zhou Ziheng was at the brink of endurance. He held his member, thrusting it against Xia Xiqing’s perineum again and again. The slippery, rigid tip came close to entering several times, only to slide away, leaving the sphincter reddened from the repeated pressure.
“Hurry… faster…” Xia Xiqing seized Zhou Ziheng’s hand braced against the bathtub edge. “Put it in…”
Hearing his plea, Zhou Ziheng felt a sickening satisfaction. He kneaded Xia Xiqing’s buttocks, lowering his head to plunge into his lips and tongue. Seizing the moment he was lost in the wet kiss, he thrust into the excessively tight rear passage.
“Mmm! Mmm…” Xia Xiqing moaned incoherently, like a cry for help. Zhou Ziheng released his lips and saw his brow furrowed in pain. “It hurts… so much…”
Zhou Ziheng felt heartbroken. He dared not move, kissing his cheeks repeatedly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s my fault…”
“Gently…” Though the pain was intense, Xia Xiqing didn’t want it to stop. He returned Zhou Ziheng’s kiss. “It’s too big…”
This was undoubtedly an encouragement. Zhou Ziheng pinned his body down, silenced his lips, and seized Xia Xiqing’s right ankle to lift his leg, draping it over his shoulder. He hooked Xia Xiqing’s left, slick calf around his waist, grinding against the damp shirt.
At first, he thrust with restraint, afraid to push too hard, grinding slowly within that soft passage. Yet this restraint was pure torture for Xia Xiqing. He gasped for breath, nearly driven mad by the slow agony. “Faster… faster… ah… ah… Ziheng… I can’t take it…”
Hearing his plea, Zhou Ziheng’s hips tightened, thrusting faster and faster. His force grew increasingly uncontrolled, his back heaving with each violent stroke, muscles straining against the fabric wrapped around him. Xia Xiqing bit down on his own lower lip. The intense thrusting combined with the drug’s effects sent waves of pleasure through him, making his scalp tingle. Unwilling to cry out, he clamped down on his lip. Zhou Ziheng saw this and leaned down to kiss him.
“Bite me, not yourself,” he murmured, his heart aching at the sight.
Xia Xiqing released his teeth and sucked on Zhou Ziheng’s lips. Even though desire was nearly overwhelming him, he couldn’t bring himself to bite. His breaths came in soft gasps, each inhalation trembling, driving Zhou Ziheng further beyond restraint.
The Xia Xiqing he’d longed for so intensely was finally intimately joined with him.
The more Xia Xiqing suppressed his gasps and moans, the fiercer Zhou Ziheng thrust into him, pounding him with the warm bathwater swirling around them. He watched the tears pooling in Xia Xiqing’s eyes, unable to spill over, and the spasms in his trembling abdomen.
“Scream, Xiqing.” Zhou Ziheng thrust deep inside, reaching a depth Xia Xiqing couldn’t bear.
“Ah… no… too deep… ah!” Xia Xiqing’s hands reached forward helplessly, trying to embrace him. “Ziheng… hold me while you take me…”
Zhou Ziheng’s powerful arms wrapped around Xia Xiqing’s dangerously limp waist, pulling him tight against himself. His already hard cock rubbed against the fabric of Zhou Ziheng’s shirt over his lower abdomen, poking through the sheer material against his firm abs, tormenting him alongside the sensation of being penetrated.
Secretive splashes echoed through the bathroom as the temperature climbed relentlessly. They were like two pieces of chocolate nearly melting together, thrusting endlessly and with increasing intensity. The fierce pleasure of flesh colliding made Xia Xiqing involuntarily arch his neck, tilting his head back. Zhou Ziheng thrust into him with low gasps, licking and biting his nipple, feeling him tremble in his embrace.
“Ah! I’m coming… Ziheng… Ziheng! Ziheng!”
His voice suddenly grew urgent and frantic, but Zhou Ziheng seemed to grow even more fierce. Pinching the small of his back, he thrust deeper and harder. Xia Xiqing’s whole body shook, and with a few shrieks, he came all over Zhou Ziheng’s lower abdomen. As soon as he finished, he slumped back limply. Zhou Ziheng, afraid his head would hit the edge of the bathtub, quickly caught him and pulled him into his embrace, resting his head on his shoulder.
His penis still buried deep inside Xia Xiqing’s rear passage, Zhou Ziheng shifted slightly, trying to pull out. Xia Xiqing suddenly let out a few slurred cries—unintelligible, but Zhou could feel him clinging tightly to his back. Zhou Ziheng still pulled out, carrying him upstairs to the bedroom. He hastily stripped off his soaked clothes, climbed into bed, and embraced Xia Xiqing. The heat radiating from Xia’s body hadn’t faded. The moment he touched Zhou Ziheng’s back, his legs wrapped around him, rubbing the sac beneath his own penis against Zhou Ziheng’s member.
“I want more… Ziheng…”
“You’ll hurt yourself down there.” Zhou Ziheng kissed his lips gently. “Let’s not go in, okay…”
Xia Xiqing shook his head while kissing him back, tears welling in his eyes. Unable to speak clearly, he could only make muffled whimpers. Zhou Ziheng was nearly driven mad. Holding him from behind, he lay down and entered him from the side.
“Ah… so good…” Xia Xiqing’s leg was hooked by Zhou Ziheng’s elbow as his ear was licked with wet smacks. He offered no resistance, letting Zhou thrust deeper and faster with each stroke. “I can’t… fuck me to death… I’m dying…”
Xia Xiqing cried out incoherently, not even knowing what he was saying. Zhou Ziheng was drenched in hot sweat, his possessive urge surging once more. He bit Xia Xiqing’s earlobe and thrust his hips wildly. “Does getting fucked by me feel better, or does getting fucked by someone else feel better?”
“Ah! Too deep… Not there… Ah! Ah…”
“Say it.”
Xia Xiqing turned his head to kiss him. “Fucking you… feels good…”
Zhou Ziheng kissed him with satisfaction, his hand sliding around his neck to grip his jaw. “You’re only mine, understand?”
Xia Xiqing was fucked to the brink of unconsciousness, repeating his words like a plea for mercy. “Only… only you…” Sweat stung his eyes, and his normally captivatingly beautiful eyes were now consumed by lust-driven lust.
“Do you like being fucked by me?” Zhou Ziheng was like a rabid beast. He bit Xia Xiqing’s earlobe, making him cry out even louder, his voice trembling with tears. He came again, this time much clearer than before, almost trickling slowly down his own shaft.
Zhou Ziheng showed no mercy after his release. Instead, he flipped Xia Xiqing’s limp, wet body over, using the momentum of his own climax to plunge into him with frenzied intensity. Xia Xiqing’s voice cracked and grew hoarse. He collapsed limply on top of Zhou, unable to resist the relentless, powerful thrusts.
“Ah… ah…” He mumbled incoherently, his mind completely blank. Zhou Ziheng remained unsatisfied. He pinched Xia Xiqing’s buttocks hard, thrusting upward, determined to penetrate him completely.
Xia Xiqing had no strength left to resist, but he desperately wanted to kiss Zhou Ziheng.
Weakly propping himself up slightly, he first kissed Zhou Ziheng’s jaw amidst the jostling, then leaned in further. His lips, meant to meet Zhou’s, trembled upward from Zhou’s thrust, only to crash against his temple as he fell back down.
He must be dying, dying on Zhou Ziheng’s body.
Zhou Ziheng, consumed by desire, heard Xia Xiqing mumble something indistinctly.
“What did you say? Speak clearly.”
Xia Xiqing gasped for breath, clinging to life like a dying man.
“I like… I… like…” The last word remained unspoken as he passed out, slumping limply and sticky against Zhou Ziheng’s body.
Zhou Ziheng released himself in that instant too, forgetting to hold back, forgetting to pull out, emptying himself entirely inside Xia Xiqing’s body.
Those two words were terrifying.
They could snap every nerve.
Xia Xiqing had no idea how many times they’d done it. Each time he woke, they’d start again, the entire room saturated with the scent of lust. As dawn approached, Xia Xiqing finally felt utterly drained. Zhou Ziheng held him tightly, and Xia Xiqing feared that in the next second, this man would vanish before his eyes.
It turned out he loved him so deeply—so deeply it filled him with guilt. So deeply he lost himself.
