Chapter 96: More (2)
Those words left Wenzhi breathless.
He had already calculated that Xinyuan would need to fuck him in order to purge this level of corruption, but seeing him like this... so consumed by pure, naked yearning and passion, shifted everything.
Wenzhi’s heart hammered against his ribs; his breath hitched, stolen entirely by the light touch tracing over his tattoo, which had healed seamlessly thanks to the advanced technology of this world.
Wenzhi couldn’t think straight. Yet, he heard his own voice rasp out, "You can have whatever you want. I am your guide, after all."
He tried to sound detached, but failed miserably. He was flushed, already looking completely ruined by a single kiss, as if it were the very first time Shao Xinyuan had ever touched him.
He had once figured he would eventually grow used to this, perhaps even bored, but that was impossible. Not with the way Xinyuan immediately reclaimed his lips.
Wenzhi gripped Xinyuan’s shoulder, his fingers tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened into something feral.
Slipping past Wenzhi’s waistband, Xinyuan’s hand slid inside his pants, wrapping around his length. The moment he freed it from its confines, Xinyuan delivered a slow, agonizingly beautiful stroke that made Wenzhi choke a breath straight into the kiss.
Xinyuan stroked him with an easy, practiced rhythm, completely overriding Wenzhi’s ability to think, let alone give direction.
Xinyuan’s palm grew slick with Wenzhi’s precum. While Wenzhi could barely keep up with the intensity of the kiss, which the Esper chased relentlessly, catching Wenzhi’s lower lip between his teeth before bruising his mouth all over again.
"Ah... Xinyuan... Ngh!" A muffled, choked sound of pure pleasure escaped Wenzhi. Goosebumps broke out across his skin as the pressure mounted, accompanied by a sharp prickle of shame at how dangerously fast he was tracking toward the edge.
Suddenly, Xinyuan let go.
Wenzhi gasped, breaking the kiss. He flashed Xinyuan an offended, desperate look but meeting Xinyuan’s crazed smile and glowing red eyes, it was clear the Esper was thoroughly enjoying the torment.
Wenzhi parted his lips to protest, but Xinyuan cut him off "I need to taste you first."
Wenzhi gaped, but the shock didn’t last long. Xinyuan manhandled him with effortless dominance, stripping away his pants and everything else until Wenzhi was completely bare.
Overwhelmed and entirely pliant, Wenzhi offered no resistance as Xinyuan guided him onto all fours. The sudden vulnerability exposed the faint freckles scattering across his back, dusting his ass and thighs.
Looking down, his heart raced at the singular, intoxicating reality. He was about to get fucked by Shao Xinyuan.
"You should check for lube, Xinyuan," he found himself saying.
Surprisingly, the acute embarrassment he’d expected from being manhandled like this never came. Even though he couldn’t see Xinyuan, he could feel his looming presence behind him, accompanied by the quiet rustle of Xinyuan stripping off his remaining clothes.
"There’s no need for that, Zhi’er." Xinyuan replied, his voice rough and husky.
The mattress dipped heavily. Wenzhi’s heart kicked into overdrive as Xinyuan leaned over him, pressing a hot kiss against his lower back.
Xinyuan’s tongue trailed over the scattering of freckles, making Wenzhi exhale a heavy, shuddering breath, his toes curling as his fingers fisted the sheets beneath him.
"Xinyuan, we need the—" His words melted into a sharp groan.
Xinyuan’s hand reached beneath him, fisting Wenzhi’s heavy hardness once again. He leaned close, whispering against his skin, "I said I want to taste you first, Freckles. I’ll loosen you up with my tongue. I promise you, it’ll feel good. Wow.. There are freckles here, too."
"I can already feel everything, you bastard," Wenzhi panted, his breath shaking. "I can feel how turned on you are, how badly you want to fuck me."
Xinyuan chuckled softly. "Is that so? I’m glad."
Xinyuan gave him a slow stroke, forcing Wenzhi to grip the sheets even harder. The tension spiked when Xinyuan’s palms spread his ass cheeks apart.
Before Wenzhi could even process the movement, a blast of hot breath hit his skin, followed immediately by the wet heat of Xinyuan’s tongue pressing and sliding directly into his entrance.
The strength drained from Wenzhi’s legs instantly. A breathless moan ripped from his throat.
Xinyuan let go of his cock, anchoring his hands firmly on Wenzhi’s hips to focus entirely on eating him out. Wenzhi was vibrating with pleasure, completely unable to contain the sounds escaping his mouth.
Any remaining desire for composure vanished; Xinyuan was devouring him like a desperate meal, burying his tongue deep inside until Wenzhi was reduced to babbling gibberish.
The overwhelming friction pushed Wenzhi over the edge. He came hard right onto the bed, his chest heaving, but Xinyuan didn’t slacken his pace. He kept eating Wenzhi out right through the orgasm, stopping only when he was satisfied.
The moment he pulled away, Xinyuan slicked his lips, wearing a dark grin as he replaced his tongue with a single, deep finger.
"You taste even better than I dreamed, Freckles," Xinyuan purred. His free arm wrapped securely around Wenzhi’s waist, hauling him upward until Wenzhi’s bare back was flushed flat against his naked chest. "So good for me."
Wenzhi breathed heavily, completely spent. "Stop talking, you idiot."
"Hmm?" Xinyuan pressed a wet kiss to the side of his neck, trailing up behind his ear. "Okay," he whispered. "It’s bad manners to speak while eating, anyway."
A breathless laugh bubbled out of Wenzhi, but it instantly warped into a long, drawn-out moan as Xinyuan pushed a second finger inside, fucking them in a smooth, rhythmic motion.
Wenzhi’s head thudded back against Xinyuan’s shoulder. "Oh fuck."
Xinyuan smiled against his skin, feeling the internal clench. "Feels good, doesn’t it?"
It felt incredible, but Wenzhi still gasped out, "No."
The denial only excited Xinyuan more, taking it as the ultimate challenge. "Are you sure?"
Wenzhi couldn’t even answer. He just moaned, a helpless gasp ripping from his throat as Xinyuan hit the exact right spot, curving his fingers internally.
"Zhi’er? Baby..." Xinyuan whispered directly into his ear, his voice a low, demanding vibration.
Wenzhi bit his own lower lip, his patience entirely snapped. "Stop talking and fuck me already."
Xinyuan’s grin spread wide against Wenzhi’s neck. "Oh, I will."
