Chapter 711: [Bonus - ] To Suck On [M]
Lu Yizhou’s pupils trembled. Those words spoken in a soft and pleading tone were akin to blazing arrows which shot through his heart at once. For a second, nothing mattered more than the watery glimmer on those beautiful eyes. Goodness... did this man have the slightest idea what kind of deadly charm he was exuding when he behaved in such a spoiled and affectionate manner?
He took a deep inhale to keep his composure in check, even though it was rapidly disintegrating to pieces under his lover’s unintentional teasing. His cock was so hard inside his pants that he felt as if he was going to explode soon. And it was made worse when Zeke would subconsciously wiggle his supple ass and grind against him, aggravating the flicker of flame into a whole sea of inferno.
But... no. Lu Yizhou gritted his teeth. He could not do that – he should not. Zeke had just awoken from his coma and even doing this could already be considered a loss of control on his part. He was not supposed to tire his lover out, not when he had just been sick with fever.
At first, he had just wanted to kiss and cuddle with his lover, but who could have guessed that the two people’s touching reunion would instantly ignite the flame of passion and burn everything in its wake? Lu Yizhou quickly found that he was losing control of himself; his hands, his mouth, his mind... He wanted to take a taste, yet he was desperately holding himself back from going all the way. It was not only Zeke who was going insane, but Lu Yizhou too!
"Sweetheart..." he let out a helpless chuckle. "You are still recovering–"
"Don’t give me that bullshit!" Zeke became angrier when he heard that. If he wanted to do it, then he should just go ahead. Who was he trying to kid when the proof of his desire had been poking Zeke on the back all this while? "If you don’t want to, then don’t move and let me do it..." As he was grumbling, he really acted on his words. He reached behind him and fumbled around for the zipper of Lu Yizhou’s pants. If there was no zipper, then he would just tug the trousers down and ride the man himself. He really could not hold on anymore!
The veins on Lu Yizhou’s forehead throbbed when he felt the random pats and touches of Zeke’s soft hand on his body. Zeke might not do it on purpose but... goodness, he was firmly pushing Lu Yizhou to the brink!
"Alright..." Drawing in a sharp breath, Lu Yizhou abruptly rolled over and pinned Zeke underneath him. His finger had always stayed inside Zeke’s warm insides, and now he slowly added one more finger, relishing on the vivid tightness wrapping around him like a glove. This sudden act of his caused Zeke’s body to go slack as he buried his face into the pillow, keening. "Alright," he repeated again and bent down to lick the tears away from the corner of Zeke’s eyes, his breathing ragged. "I am going to do it, so... if it is too painful, tell me, okay?"
Zeke nodded desperately. "Hurry..."
Lu Yizhou did not hesitate anymore. He knew that any delay would just result in Zeke’s temper tantrum. Since the time when he was still a cat, Lu Yizhou was already unable to resist going along with all of his whims, let alone now. The pace of his fingers increased as he stroked deeper and deeper, probing and searching for that one particular spot, and when he inadvertently bumped against it, Zeke gave such a loud cry that it shocked even himself.
For one long second, their gazes locked and only their harsh breathing echoed in the air.
Then Lu Yizhou resumed his artful thrust, deliberately attacking that sweet spot again and again, causing Zeke’s body to squirm and writhe like a fish out of water. "No... Lu Yizhou, not that... deep!" With his pretty face colored in lust, he desperately clung onto Lu Yizhou’s arm, helpless against the flood of dizzying sensation that was inflicted on him.