Chapter 50: An Unspoken Understanding
For many years, Fu Rangyi had been fighting against the nature of an Alpha.
He had built a floodgate inside his heart. Once it closed, no person and no matter could move him. He could even peel out a calmer, colder version of himself, coldly watching that fragile, helpless Fu Rangyi who often collapsed inwardly because he lacked love, and locking away the dark, dominant beast with an extremely intense desire for control and possession.
But that seemingly impregnable floodgate had been cracked open by Zhu Zhixi.
He watched helplessly as the crack grew wider and wider, stretching farther and farther, until everything slid toward losing control.
If everything before had only been Zhu Zhixi’s suggestive hints, still leaving room to retreat, then this one sentence was absolutely blatant seduction.
Reacting after smelling your partner’s pheromones? But you’re clearly a Beta. What you smelled is nothing more than this faint little imitation candle. Fu Rangyi stared at Zhu Zhixi’s face.
The instant the wristband was taken off, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, every pore, every strand of hair, was soaked through with my pheromones.
Snowflakes could be made into specimens, preserved and collected forever.
What a pity.
People could not.
Zhu Zhixi could not.
Why can’t you smell them?
Why can’t you feel them?
If you could feel them, if you could be marked, then there would be no one else’s scent on you. Before the mark faded, you would belong to me alone.
Even your blood would be filled with my pheromones…
The dark thoughts in his mind grew wildly like weeds. By the time he snapped back to himself, Zhu Zhixi had nearly been kissed breathless by him.
“Mm…”
He had even gathered both of Zhu Zhixi’s wrists together, gripping them with his left hand and pinning them high above his head, making him unable to resist at all. Zhu Zhixi could only endure it passively, his face flushed red, even the veins along the side of his neck standing out.
He really tasted blood.
Zhu Zhixi’s lip had been bitten open by the sharp teeth he had forced out.
Fu Rangyi sobered slightly in an instant.
It was not easy for their lips to separate. There was a soft pop, and a strand of wetness stretched between their lips and tongues, almost breaking but not quite.
Zhu Zhixi finally got to breathe. He looked at Fu Rangyi, panting deeply and heavily, his chest rising and falling. He had originally been wearing a loose cream-colored knit cardigan over a dusty-pink satin shirt, but at some point, the shirt had fallen open. Fu Rangyi’s right hand was even still gripping the hem that had been pulled free.
That mole was right at the edge, faintly visible.
“Sorry.” Fu Rangyi loosened his hand, his eyes fixed on the tiny bead of blood on Zhu Zhixi’s lower lip. “I lost control a little just now.”
But the instant he let go, Zhu Zhixi’s arms wrapped around his neck and tangled around him.
“I don’t want to hear sorry. Can’t you say something I like instead?”
After saying this breathlessly, Zhu Zhixi kissed him again.
“Something you like?” Fu Rangyi kept staring at him, so focused it was almost excessive. “What do you like hearing?”
In Zhu Zhixi’s eyes, Fu Rangyi’s roughness and dominance just now seemed as if he had been possessed by a ghost. Now he had turned back into that untouchable flower on a high peak again, difficult to move, like a sculpture carved from ice, letting Zhu Zhixi cling to him and tempt him.
Zhu Zhixi even said absentmindedly, “I don’t know.”
“Tell me.”
Bad man.
Zhu Zhixi kneaded his gland, half hanging off him. He kissed from Fu Rangyi’s lips to his ear, then said softly in a breathy voice, “I already called you husband. What should you call me?”
His loose knit cardigan and undone shirt were nearly sliding off his shoulders.
Fu Rangyi dodged slightly, helped tug his clothes back up, then turned his face and looked at him gently.
“Wife?”
Zhu Zhixi froze for a moment. His heart beat even faster, as if honey were about to pour from his throat. He cupped Fu Rangyi’s face and planted many smacking kisses on him.
But Fu Rangyi actually leaned back a little.
“Mm?”
His chin was pinched.
“You kiss like a child.” Fu Rangyi leaned closer and rubbed the bridge of his nose against Zhu Zhixi’s. “Not like a wife.”
Zhu Zhixi flushed with embarrassment and anger. “You! How am I—”
But in the next second, Fu Rangyi kissed his ear, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.
“Baby.”
Zhu Zhixi’s breath stopped.
The whole world went quiet.
“Do you like being called that?” Fu Rangyi asked, then kissed down along the shell of his ear with gentle intimacy, brushing over the curve of cartilage until Zhu Zhixi broke into a sweat. “You didn’t wear earrings today.”
He took that thin, soft little piece of flesh between his teeth.
“When you wear earrings, they sway when you walk. Very pretty.”
Soaked in his sweet words, Zhu Zhixi was about to melt.
Only belatedly did his body react.
Fu Rangyi kissed down from behind his ear and lingered at his neck for a long time, as though thinking about something.
Zhu Zhixi did not know what Fu Rangyi was thinking. Everything tonight was too beautiful. All the long-accumulated heartache, sourness, and love had been buried by him in that box and dug out by Fu Rangyi. He had gifted Fu Rangyi an illusion and received, one after another, gifts as beautiful as bubbles. It was dreamlike.
Since it was a dream, why couldn’t it be more thorough?
Zhu Zhixi did not want to think about tomorrow. He had never been someone who thought about tomorrow.
He only wanted now.
“I want it.”
His hand slipped under the hem of Fu Rangyi’s knit sweater, his fingertips scraping over tense muscles before simply hooking onto his belt buckle and slowly undoing it with one hand.
“Not like before…”
“We didn’t prepare anything…”
Again with this reason.
Zhu Zhixi glared at him and turned the accusation back on him directly. “Then why didn’t you prepare anything? That’s your fault.”
Fu Rangyi visibly froze.
Before his mind could catch up, Zhu Zhixi started acting spoiled again.
“You commanded me just now. You told me to do what I wanted. So it turns out you’re the one trying to go back on your word, Professor Fu.”
“That’s not what I meant. Your body—”
Zhu Zhixi tried to coax Doctor Dog with kisses and persuasion. “I’m fine. I’m a Beta. Even an Omega wouldn’t get pregnant after one time.”
Hearing this, Fu Rangyi actually laughed.
“What are you laughing at?” Zhu Zhixi grew a little angry. Was he looking down on Betas?
Whenever acting spoiled failed to get him what he wanted, he became unhappy, unwilling to let it go, and ready to throw caution to the wind. Once his head heated up, he started talking nonsense.
“Are you unable to do it? If you can’t, I’ll go find someo—”
Before he could finish, Fu Rangyi suddenly grabbed his shoulders and pressed him down hard, almost forcing his whole body into the bed.
Zhu Zhixi was startled and stunned.
Fu Rangyi’s broad shoulders and back cast a huge shadow over him, enveloping him completely.
“It hurts…” Zhu Zhixi quickly explained, “I was joking. I know you’re very capable…”
“Who is someone else?” Fu Rangyi lowered his head and stared fixedly at him. That gaze was almost enough to pierce through him.
“Some…” Only then did Zhu Zhixi understand the focus. “There’s no someone else. How could there be someone else? I already got married to you… Wait, what’s under the pillow? Why is it so hard?”
He swore he was absolutely not being delicate.
He was not some princess and the pea.
“Fu Rangyi, loosen up a little. It hurts.” Zhu Zhixi’s pleading voice was sticky and soft. “Something is pressing into my neck. Really.”
The moment Fu Rangyi released him, Zhu Zhixi rolled to the side, let out a breath, and lifted the pillow.
Sure enough.
It was a black velvet pouch, bulging full.
“See? I really wasn’t lying.”
Fu Rangyi was still staring straight at him, his expression gloomy.
Zhu Zhixi also felt ashamed of his desperate flailing, so he clung to this lifesaving straw and hurriedly untied the pouch. Then with a rustle, he poured everything out between them.
Then he froze.
There were all sorts of bits and pieces, everything included, none of which he had seen before.
A small note slowly drifted out of the pouch. On it was a line of elegant handwriting from Zhu Zeran.
[No need to thank me. Put it on properly. It’s New Year’s, don’t force me to beat someone up.]
On the back were four big characters: [Happy New Year.]
Both of their faces turned red, sitting face-to-face and practically steaming.
Zhu Zhixi blushed, clutching the note in a daze.
His first reaction was actually: Isn’t there something now? Someone prepared it for you.
But in the next second, he felt something was wrong. Very wrong.
Would Fu Rangyi think he had set him up?
First preparing a surprise, then acting sweet and coaxing him, even using provocation, plus this…
But this really had nothing to do with him!
Damn Zhu Zeran.
Thinking this, Zhu Zhixi crumpled the note and threw it onto the floor, panicking so badly he started stammering.
“This… this wasn’t something I arranged. I didn’t know either. Really. I didn’t ask him to…”
“Forget it, forget it.”
His mind was a mess and he could not explain, so he could only sweep everything back into the bag.
“Forget everything before this…”
Before he could finish, Fu Rangyi’s hand reached over and lifted his chin.
“Forget?”
There was no change in his expression, nothing that revealed his mood. Only his eyes looked deeply at Zhu Zhixi.
“And then? Where are you going?”
“Me? I’m not going anywhere. Just shower, sleep.” Zhu Zhixi blinked. “Do we need to stay up for New Year’s Eve? Or go set off fireworks?”
“You’re not allowed to go anywhere.”
Fu Rangyi suddenly kissed him.
Zhu Zhixi’s heart jolted hard.
That familiar pressure appeared again, pressing tightly down on him, making him feel like a butterfly pinned inside a specimen frame, completely unable to move. But his senses were still alive, vivid and sensitive.
Pleasure drilled into his mind. Zhu Zhixi wanted to kiss him, wanted to hug him, but he could not lift his hands.
“Zhu Zhixi, you only have me.” Fu Rangyi bent down and kissed his ear. “I’ll make you feel good.”
Zhu Zhixi’s whole face burned.
He could feel the suppressive pheromones being withdrawn. The sensation of a boulder pressing down on his body gradually disappeared, and only then did his toes belatedly curl. But his hand was pulled over by Fu Rangyi.
No, why did it suddenly…
I won’t die, right?
Afraid of breaking the rule, he did not say it aloud.
Fu Rangyi narrowed his eyes, found something, and tossed it onto Zhu Zhixi.
“Help me,” he commanded.
Zhu Zhixi drew back his hand. The pressure from earlier had not fully faded yet, and his hand was still a little numb. Besides, he knew nothing about these things, so he was truly clumsy.
“Your hands are beautiful.” Fu Rangyi lowered his head, his voice soft.
The sudden compliment made Zhu Zhixi blush.
He lowered his voice. “What…”
Fu Rangyi’s own hand came up as well, slowly and methodically tidying things, as if he was not anxious at all.
Zhu Zhixi watched helplessly as Fu Rangyi undid his pants and pulled them down. The thing inside, already hard, sprang out. The underwear dampened with gland fluid was tugged down by that hand and pushed to his thighs. Cool fingertips tapped his tip, almost playfully, then used the palm to moisten it before stroking up and down a few times.
Pleasure burrowed into Zhu Zhixi’s mind. He let out an uncontrollable moan. He wanted to kiss him, wanted to hold him, but he could not raise his hands.
“Zhu Zhixi, you only have me.” Fu Rangyi bent down and kissed his ear. “I’ll make you feel good.”
There was even a trace of a smile at the corner of his mouth. He casually picked something from the pile, held it in his hand, narrowed his eyes to read the contents on the packaging, then tore it open. A thick pale-pink liquid was squeezed into the palm of his left hand, a large puddle, and he smeared it all between Zhu Zhixi’s legs.
“It’s cold…” Zhu Zhixi could not even dodge.
“Be good. It’ll warm up soon.”
He rubbed the lubricant into the cleft between his buttocks, pressing his middle finger and ring finger together as he kissed him and pushed in.
“Mm…”
Once they started kissing, Zhu Zhixi became honest too. His chest flushed pink, almost the same color as his shirt. He closed his eyes, the rose-colored mole trembling in the shadows, his voice growing stickier and stickier, as if he were enjoying it very much.
“Kiss… kiss me longer… mm!”
He cried out.
Those two fingers had actually sunk all the way in at once, to the base, the cold, hard wedding ring blocking the entrance.
“The ring… it’s dirty…”
So sticky. Would Fu Rangyi, this clean freak, still be willing to wear it afterward?
Yet Fu Rangyi kissed Zhu Zhixi’s left eyelid and said gently, “How could it be? You’re the cleanest.”
He kissed down along Zhu Zhixi’s neck, over his Adam’s apple, collarbone, then to the already stiff nipple on his chest. That tongue, which had already turned him into a complete mess just from kissing, now circled and teased the small nub while another finger pushed inside. Zhu Zhixi felt his lower abdomen tighten even more, waves of tingling soreness surging upward.
“Hurry and come in. Stop doing this.”
But Fu Rangyi did not think so at all. “It’s still early.”
His emphasis on foreplay was so intense that Zhu Zhixi could hardly bear it.
He kissed and licked all the way down, over his ribs, his thin lower abdomen, then to the space between his hips. That tongue nearly licked through the mole. Zhu Zhixi was covered in sweat, his entire body tinted the pink of desire.
Another finger entered, and he was fingered until he lost his reason, only able to say “no” and “hurry up,” utterly contradictory.
The instant his sensitive spot was scraped by a fingertip, his entire body trembled. In the next second, that wet, soft tongue licked his tip, circling it again and again, from top to bottom.
Zhu Zhixi was about to go insane. He badly wanted to clamp his legs shut, but he could not.
Right now, he was a Beta completely submitting to a top Alpha’s pheromones.
Yet Fu Rangyi still seemed to think it was not enough. He actually rose, grabbed Zhu Zhixi’s shoulders, and lifted him up too, making him sit against the headboard before bending down again.
“Look at me.”
After saying this, he pressed his palm against the tendon on the inside of Zhu Zhixi’s thigh, lowered his head, and took him fully into his mouth.
How could Zhu Zhixi have ever seen something like this?
Pleasure swept through his whole body like wildfire.
Panting, he was pinned against the headboard, watching himself be eaten, spit out, fingered, scraped…
What flower on a high peak?
This man was clearly the fox spirit.
“Does this feel good?” Fu Rangyi asked vaguely while moving and sucking.
“Feels good…”
Zhu Zhixi was no longer clear-headed. His reason and willpower had both been sucked away, and his answer sounded like he was being controlled.
He watched himself start to twitch and tremble, whimpering, “No, I’m going to come, spit it out,” but reality went against his wishes.
He came entirely into Fu Rangyi’s mouth.
The thick semen was spat back out and slid along his shaft into the cleft between his buttocks, then was pushed into the pink entrance by fingers moving in and out.
“Pervert…”
Zhu Zhixi was so embarrassed he closed his eyes.
“It’s your own. It’s fine.”
Fu Rangyi spoke as if to himself. Taking advantage of the lingering aftershocks of Zhu Zhixi’s climax, he expanded him a few more times before rising and kneeling between his legs, undoing his own pants.
Zhu Zhixi could feel the suppressive pheromones being withdrawn. That heavy sensation of being crushed by stone gradually disappeared, and his toes belatedly curled.
But his hand was pulled to Fu Rangyi’s waist.
Fu Rangyi guided him, using his hand to pull out the frighteningly large thing inside.
He was already this hard?
How had he endured until now?
Their two pale, slender hands overlapped, together holding that terrifying thing, swollen purple-red. The contrast was so strong that Zhu Zhixi went blank, only able to be led into slowly stroking it.
Can this really fit inside?
I won’t die, right?
Fu Rangyi narrowed his eyes, found a condom, tore open a corner with his canine teeth, then tossed it onto Zhu Zhixi’s lower abdomen.
“Put it on me,” he commanded.
Zhu Zhixi pulled his hand free. The oppressive feeling from just now had not completely faded, and his hand was still a little numb. On top of that, he knew absolutely nothing about these things and was painfully clumsy. It took him ages just to find the opening, line it up, and roll it down.
“Your hands are beautiful.” Fu Rangyi lowered his head, his voice very soft.
The sudden compliment made Zhu Zhixi blush. “What are you talking about…”
Fu Rangyi’s hand came up too, arranging everything slowly and methodically. He seemed to have some kind of obsessive-compulsive streak, as if he could not continue unless he smoothed out every tiny air bubble, leaving Zhu Zhixi so impatient he felt itchy all over.
It was like he was the only one in a hurry.
“Are you doing it or not?” Zhu Zhixi was practically about to bite his lip. “Hurry up.”
Fu Rangyi was still unhurried. He even pushed his fingers back inside, curling them and thrusting a few times, making Zhu Zhixi start mewling softly like a cat again.
“Spread your legs a little more.” He pressed down with his hand. “You can do that, right?”
“Don’t talk like that, I—”
Before he could finish, Fu Rangyi held his ass and pushed in a short bit. He had clearly been stretched for long enough, yet the instant it really entered him, Zhu Zhixi’s mind blanked from the pain for a second.
His eyes went empty, and his lips parted dazedly. He wanted to cry out, but no sound came.
“Don’t clench so tight. Be good. Relax a little.” Fu Rangyi stared at the place where they joined and rubbed his perineum. “It already can’t get in like this.”
“No…” Zhu Zhixi’s awareness returned half a beat late. “It feels so swollen…”
“This is barely anything.” Fu Rangyi’s gaze slowly moved upward, landing on his lips and eyes. He bent down and kissed his face carefully. “Don’t want to do it anymore? Then I’ll pull out?”
“No!” Zhu Zhixi cried out at once, shaking his head. “No… I want to do it.”
He tried to relax himself, even sinking his body down a little, actively taking him in.
“How are you so amazing?” Fu Rangyi tilted his head as if confirming something, then squeezed out another pile of lubricant, so much that Zhu Zhixi felt like everything below was really going to melt.
Fu Rangyi pushed in a little more.
Zhu Zhixi was almost dazed from the pain. His whole body was damp with sweat, even his clothes were wet.
“Does it hurt?” Fu Rangyi studied him, reaching out to pinch his lower lip. “Your lips are pale.”
Only now did Zhu Zhixi personally understand what Director Wang meant when he said AB relationships were not easy.
“I’m a Beta. Of course it’ll be a little hard at first… Professor Fu, I’m already trying really hard.”
Fu Rangyi actually laughed softly.
“Do you really see me as your physiology teacher?” He lowered his head and gave him a sticky, lingering kiss, gripping the root of his thigh and pushing a little farther in. “You didn’t learn a bit of theory, only practical lessons. Wonderful.”
Sweat had broken out on the tip of Zhu Zhixi’s nose, yet he still managed a forced smile. “Practice brings true knowledge… mm…”
He was nudged lightly, and his voice suddenly changed. His hand instinctively tried to push, but Fu Rangyi caught it and clasped it tightly.
“Is it here?” He felt Zhu Zhixi suddenly clench down hard.
“I don’t know… don’t move. It feels bad.” Zhu Zhixi’s brows furrowed tightly, and he started speaking incoherently. “Fu Rangyi, don’t…”
“It’s okay.” Fu Rangyi freed one hand to stroke his body and soothe him, then lowered his head and kissed him seriously. “This is your sensitive spot. We tried it with fingers. It’s okay. Don’t be scared.”
As he shallowly nudged against that spot, he poured sweet words into his mind.
“Don’t bite your lip, okay? I’m kissing you.”
“Don’t hold it in. I want to hear your voice. Your voice sounds beautiful…”
The force gradually increased, slowly drawing out wet sounds. Zhu Zhixi’s lower abdomen tightened from every thrust, yet Fu Rangyi was still wicked enough to reach out and scrape the pink nipple on his chest. Then he pulled Zhu Zhixi’s hand over and placed it on his own chest.
“You wanted to touch this before, right?”
Zhu Zhixi rubbed it twice, his breathing already completely uneven.
Fu Rangyi did not move as roughly as Zhu Zhixi had imagined, did not simply thrust in and out for his own pleasure. On the contrary, he was extremely patient, grinding against that sensitive spot again and again, until Zhu Zhixi’s waist trembled with it. A tingling, electric current spread from that small patch of flesh inside him, burning through his entire body.
“No more… I’m going to… going to…”
Fu Rangyi was still thrusting at an unhurried pace, calm and in control, as though playing a game. He seemed desperate to see every single reaction from Zhu Zhixi clearly, yet unable to, so he leaned very close and stared straight at him.
“What’s wrong? Does it not feel good?” Fu Rangyi kissed the tip of his nose. “You can tell me whatever you’re feeling.”
Zhu Zhixi was fucked until his mind turned hazy, dizzy and disoriented. His lips parted. “It feels so strange… I don’t know…”
“You’re doing so well, baby.” Fu Rangyi rubbed against his cheek. “You’re gripping me so nicely.”
“Feels good…” Zhu Zhixi seemed to suddenly find the right word at once. His waist moved lightly with him, his whole body swaying along. “Here… it feels so good.”
“Really? You like it?” Fu Rangyi used a little more strength to grind there, pulling out slightly before pushing back up to rub against it.
That one movement made Zhu Zhixi’s scalp go numb. He gripped Fu Rangyi’s arm tightly. “Mm—so good, I like it… Husband, you’re so good at this…”
He sounded like a kitten.
Hearing this, Fu Rangyi laughed softly. He lowered his head and kissed Zhu Zhixi’s sweat-dampened bangs, the small, smooth fuzz so cute it seemed like something only a child would have.
That smile shook Zhu Zhixi’s already crumbling mind into chaos. He froze in a daze. A tongue suddenly pushed into his mouth, and together with the movements below, Fu Rangyi sped up.
His heart was thrust into trembling, rising higher and higher, as if in the next second it would float up and be caught by clouds. He also heard Fu Rangyi’s low panting. It was practically an aphrodisiac, throwing him to an even higher place. Something inside his body was about to spill over, too full to contain.
“No.”
His lower abdomen tightened in spasms. He arched his waist, trembling like a sieve, yet Fu Rangyi only sped up further, until his whole lower body jerked, and he spilled all over Fu Rangyi’s clean black sweater.
“I made… made it dirty…” Zhu Zhixi reached out to wipe it, but Fu Rangyi caught his fingers and held them.
“It’s fine. It’s just clothes.” Fu Rangyi kissed his burning-hot face, then moved downward and buried himself in the hollow of his neck, breathing in his scent. “Did it feel good?”
“Mm…” Zhu Zhixi could not catch his breath, his heart so swollen and full. “Fu Rangyi.”
“I like you so much…”
With a bang, fireworks began bursting outside the window one after another, swallowing his voice.
It was midnight.
He was not sure whether Fu Rangyi had heard him, so he leaned close to his ear and whispered, “I like you so much. Happy New Year, Niannian.”
He felt Fu Rangyi’s body stiffen for a second.
After a while, Fu Rangyi actually opened his mouth, sharp teeth grinding against Zhu Zhixi’s shoulder.
“Do you want to bite me?” Zhu Zhixi turned his face and said to him, “You can bite me. Mark me.”
“There’s no way. It won’t work, and it’ll hurt a lot.” Fu Rangyi’s voice was very low. In the end, he only bit his shoulder lightly.
“Why are you like this…”
Fu Rangyi had not pulled out yet. Zhu Zhixi reached down. Everything below was soaked, and when he touched, he was startled.
He had not even gotten halfway in.
“You…” Zhu Zhixi held his breath. “Come all the way in.”
“You won’t be able to take it.” As Fu Rangyi spoke, he started pulling out.
“How would I not—mm…”
When he pulled out, he scraped over that place again, and Zhu Zhixi’s shoulders trembled.
Fu Rangyi held his cheeks and patted them lightly. “You’ve already done very well. You did so well. I also felt very good.”
Liar.
Before he could curse that sentence out, Fu Rangyi left and went into the bathroom. The door was not closed, and the sound of water appeared.
Just as Zhu Zhixi was about to sink into a low mood, Fu Rangyi came back, held him, and kissed him many times. His palm stroked gently behind him, kneading the back of his neck, eating up all the emotions he had not been able to soothe in time.
Zhu Zhixi was kissed until he grew dizzy, clinging to him stickily and saying he “liked kissing.” But in the next second, he was picked up horizontally.
“Look how light you are… one hand is enough.” Fu Rangyi freed one hand to grab the bathrobe and towel Zhu Zhixi had just taken from the closet, tossed them onto the bathroom counter, and shut the door.
“Eat more. You’re so thin.”
Steam curled through the air. Only then did Zhu Zhixi realize that Fu Rangyi had been filling the tub just now. There was even a bath bomb thrown inside. The rose-colored ball dissolved in the water, blooming into pink foam.
He was gently placed inside, and all his limbs seemed to stretch out.
But Zhu Zhixi refused to let go. His wet eyes blinked a few times. “It’s so big. Bathe together.”
Fu Rangyi smiled helplessly, but still agreed. He took off his clothes and got in too.
Water splashed everywhere, overflowing in great waves. Pink bubbles stuck to Zhu Zhixi’s shoulder.
Like swimming, he parted the water and moved in front of Fu Rangyi. Foam clung to the tip of his nose, and he rubbed it against Fu Rangyi’s chin, smiling sweetly at him.
“What are you doing?” Fu Rangyi narrowed his eyes and stared at him.
Zhu Zhixi turned around in the water and leaned back into his arms. Fu Rangyi’s chest could even feel the shape of Zhu Zhixi’s shoulder blades.
Zhu Zhixi slid down a little and tilted his face up, lively as a little mermaid.
“Kiss me.”
Fu Rangyi kissed his forehead.
Soon he sensed something was wrong. It was not an illusion. The soft flesh of Zhu Zhixi’s ass was rubbing against him again and again.
“Don’t…”
Before he could finish, Zhu Zhixi had already lowered his head. His hand wrapped around Fu Rangyi’s cock underwater and stroked a few times. Then he spread his legs and guided it inside.
“Mm…”
“Are you insane? Get up.” Fu Rangyi’s tone grew heavy, but Zhu Zhixi sat down even deeper. He had just been fucked, and he was still soft and messy inside, but he had no sense of measure at all. It went in far too deep.
“No condom.”
Zhu Zhixi had already lost himself. He did not respond at all.
After a long while, he tilted his head back and leaned against Fu Rangyi’s shoulder, smiling dazedly.
“It all went in.”
“It’s fine. You won’t come inside me.” Zhu Zhixi murmured, “You won’t give it to me anyway.”
“I don’t want anything between us… I don’t.”
As he spoke, he turned his face, nuzzled Fu Rangyi’s side of the neck with the tip of his nose, and kissed the taut tendon there.
“Niannian, I’m yours.”
This sentence became the final blow that shattered the floodgate.
His knees were hooked over Fu Rangyi’s arms. His snow-white calves slapped against the edge of the bathtub, again and again. Water splashed everywhere. The warm bathwater was dragged in and out along with him, and Zhu Zhixi felt as if his lower abdomen were so swollen it was going to bulge.
Half the water was gone. Fu Rangyi guided him by the arms and made him kneel in the bathtub. Zhu Zhixi gripped the edge of the tub hard as Fu Rangyi entered him from behind, thrusting fast and fiercely. He felt as if he were leaking, as if he was about to be pierced through. He could not say anything, could only moan and cry out like an animal.
After the violent, rainstorm-like thrusting, Fu Rangyi suddenly pulled out. Zhu Zhixi was flipped over and pressed against the edge of the tub, forced to watch as Fu Rangyi came on his lower abdomen and let it drip into the water.
Then came kisses like artificial respiration. Deep kisses, breaths pushed in and drawn out, stirred together.
Like a dying fish lifted out of water, he was dried off, carried out, and brought back to the soft bed.
“You’re so beautiful.”
As Fu Rangyi said this, he parted Zhu Zhixi’s legs and kissed down from his hip bones and inner thighs, all the way to the entrance that had been fucked soft and messy.
When he licked there, Zhu Zhixi did not even have the strength to push him away. His toes stretched tight, resting on Fu Rangyi’s shoulder, wanting to kick him off but failing.
He was licked to climax again, but nothing came out.
Zhu Zhixi felt awful, yet Fu Rangyi rose, lifted his left hand, and licked his palm.
This was the last sentence he could hear clearly.
I’m about to die.
Zhu Zhixi leaned in Fu Rangyi’s arms and closed his eyes peacefully. Before falling into a dream, he could still feel Fu Rangyi’s kisses, light and gentle, falling on his face like snowflakes.
Even if the countdown stopped tomorrow, it would not matter.
At least today, he had already received all of Fu Rangyi.
