The room was still hazed with steam, the lighting dim and unsteady.

Shen Yanxing had barely steadied himself when Jiang Zhilin seized him from behind, pushing him toward the bed with a force that allowed no refusal.

“You—”

The word never finished.
His lips were already caught.

Heat tangled between them, breath against breath, unsteady and humid.

The faint light cast wavering shadows across the room;
the air, still thick with the moisture left from their shower, held a warm, damp trace.

Jiang lowered his head, brushing their lips together—
a light touch at first, teasing, testing—
then suddenly deepened, teeth closing around the softness of Shen’s lower lip.

Warm breath bloomed between them as his bite tightened.
Shen’s lips parted under the pull, a sting mixed with a tingling rush shooting along his nerves, forcing a muffled breath from his throat.

“Mm…”

Jiang’s tongue traced over the bit of flesh he’d caught, deliberately slow, savoring it—
licking, kneading, tasting the faint swell like a hunter enjoying the last tremor of a captured prey.

His breathing wasn’t rushed—steady, heavy enough to pin him in place, leaving nowhere to escape.
Their lips and tongues tangled; the wet sounds were swallowed into the hazy air, thick with heat and embarrassment.

Shen’s fingers gave a slight tremor—
as though they meant to push him away,
yet all they managed was to climb weakly up Jiang’s arm,
knuckles tightening as his breathing slipped out of rhythm.

“Hah…”

His throat bobbed, the shaky exhale betraying how close his restraint was to breaking.

Jiang lowered his head,
his tongue pushing in without a trace of hesitation—
coiling around Shen’s, sucking and tangling with force,
stealing every breath he had,
leaving no room to escape.

“Mmh—”

Shen’s breathing broke apart,
a short, helpless sound slipping from him.

He tried to pull back—
only to have a hand seize the nape of his neck,
its grip hard and domineering,
allowing no resistance.

“Don’t run.”

Jiang murmured in a low, husky voice,
his breath searing against Shen’s skin—
their bodies pressed so close,
the heat between them made it impossible to pull away.

The heat inside him had already spread through every part of his body;
Jiang Zhilin’s muscles were drawn tight, his restraint nearly snapping.
Breathing unevenly, he reached for the lubricant and squeezed some into his palm.

The clear liquid caught the light as it slid coldly between his fingers—
a momentary chill that couldn’t suppress the burning urge surging through him.

He let out a low breath, spreading the lubricant over his own heated hardness,
coating it swiftly before pressing his body down against Shen Yanxing’s,
a forceful act of possession, sealing them together in a tight, unyielding press.

Their burning arousal pressed tightly together,
the damp, slick sensation spreading across their abdomens.

With each movement of Jiang’s hips,
the faint, sticky sounds that slipped out
spread quietly through the overly still air,
striking the silence with startling clarity.

Shen Yanxing’s mouth was seized firmly by Jiang Zhilin’s,
their lips and tongues tangling as saliva dampened the corners of both their mouths,
muffled sounds of need trapped in Shen’s throat.

His most sensitive place pressed against Jiang’s heat,
dragged back and forth, ground and rubbed with each movement.

Every shift sent the tip scraping hard,
and he felt unmistakably how both of them grew firmer—
the swelling heat deepening in rhythm with the friction.

Whenever that burning tip brushed lightly along the edge of his most sensitive groove,
pleasure sparked like a thin, sudden current,
making his body tremble before he could stop it.

“Mm… mm…”

Shen tried to make a sound,
wanted to voice the surge crashing through him,
but Jiang crushed the attempt with another hard kiss,
leaving him only breathless, stifled pants.

“Hah…”

His ragged breaths clung stubbornly to the air around them.

Shen’s back arched tight against the damp sheets,
his fingers unconsciously clutching Jiang’s arm—
grip tightening and loosening without rhythm.

Reason slipped further away,
while his senses plunged deeper into the heat and pleasure pulling him under.

Jiang Zhilin panted softly, his gaze locked onto the man beneath him.

The faint scent of mint on Shen Yanxing’s skin mixed with a trace of tobacco—
a combination that, in a moment like this, felt dangerously seductive.

He really did love that scent.
Clean, yet laced with a hint of forbidden allure that tugged at something feral inside him.

And this face—usually so composed and restrained—
was now flushed with desire under his hands,
eyes unfocused, brows faintly drawn,
each breath carrying a tremor of broken sound…
with just a touch of stubborn resistance left.

The satisfaction of taking someone like this,
paired with those raw, unguarded reactions,
sent pleasure flooding through him in doubled waves.

“Mm…”

A muted groan escaped him.
He realized he was close—far too close.

…Not yet.

I want to be inside…

Clenching his back teeth, he forced down his ragged breaths and grabbed the lubricant, squeezing some into his palm.

The cool slickness against his skin pulled him back to himself for a brief moment.
He drew in a deep breath, eyes returning to the man beneath him.

Leaning in, he let the tip of his tongue trace Shen Yanxing’s earlobe,
while his fingers slid downward—
seeking the most sensitive place waiting for him.

Lubricated fingers traced slow circles around the tight entrance,
pressing, coaxing, patiently working the rim—
as if preparing him for the invasion that was about to come.

“Mm—…!”

The sudden touch made Shen Yanxing’s body jolt,
his inner walls tightening instinctively in reflex,
trying to resist the intrusion.

But Jiang Zhilin had already anticipated it.
One hand steadied Shen’s waist,
while his tongue slid along the back of his ear—
licking, nibbling,
his warm breath spilling soft, shivering sounds meant to soothe and coax.

And in the split second when pleasure blurred Shen’s awareness,
Jiang slipped forward—
the first knuckle easing past the entrance, sinking into that heated tightness.

“Hah…”

The discomfort of something entering made Shen clench down again,
his body tightening reflexively—
only to trap that single knuckle even more securely.

The sudden squeeze burned through Jiang;
he sucked in a sharp breath,
Adam’s apple shifting as greed flickered darkly in his eyes.

Riding that subtle contraction,
he pushed forward—
his finger sliding in to the very base,
the pad of his fingertip pressing and circling along the inner walls,
feeling that heat,
that tightness,
that gripping pressure that wrapped around him.

“…Good.”

Jiang’s low laugh held unmistakable satisfaction.
He leaned down, kissing Shen’s trembling lips as a reward.

His fingers explored deeper,
spreading gently—
and as more joined in,
they worked to gradually loosen him,
making sure he could take what Jiang intended to give.

Desire, held back for far too long, threatened to break him open.
His breathing turned ragged,
eyes locked firmly on the man beneath him—
dark, hungry, and barely contained.

Can’t hold back anymore—

The instant his restraint snapped,
Jiang flipped Shen over,
hands gripping his waist and lifting him,
positioning him on his knees—
a posture with nowhere to hide,
nowhere to escape.

Without warning, he grabbed his own burning length,
aligned himself—
and thrust in.

“Ah—!”

Shen Yanxing’s body went rigid,
his arms trembling violently under the sudden force,
a startled moan spilling raw from his throat.

The tight heat inside clenched hard around him, reacting instinctively to the sudden intrusion— resisting, yet unable to truly reject the scorching fullness forced upon it.

A low growl tore from Jiang Zhilin’s throat.
Sweat gathered at his temple as pleasure surged up from deep within him like a breaking flood.
Being held so tightly—so completely—shattered what little restraint he had left.

The heat enveloping him was searing, soft yet suffocatingly tight, wrapping around him inch by inch, luring him toward a deeper, more ruthless thrust.

…Too good.

A stifled groan escaped his throat.
The sensation of being gripped so intensely felt like an invitation—
to push deeper,
to drive harder,
to lose himself entirely.

Clenching his teeth, fingers curling with strain, he fought to control the movement of his hips.
The overwhelming pleasure threatened to overload his senses, forcing his body into motion—
thrusting, withdrawing,
as he struggled to contain the rising waves of ecstasy.

But the deeper he sank into that heat,
the tighter that suffocating pull became—
as though something inside were nibbling at him,
threatening to swallow him whole.

“Ah—! Hah—!”

Shen Yanxing’s consciousness scattered under the relentless thrusts,
his thoughts breaking apart, impossible to gather.

The sensation of being filled was far too overwhelming—
everydeep push left him barely able to endure it.

And worse—
this position.

With his hips lifted at that angle,
Jiang Zhilin’s intrusion hit sharper, harder,
each drive striking the most sensitive spot with devastating precision.
Shen’s knees weakened,
barely able to keep him in the kneeling posture.

“Mm… ah… hah…”

Heat-soaked breaths spilled out with each impact,
the ends trembling,
his awareness stripped away by the force of the pleasure tearing through him.
There was no room left to think.

He wanted to pull forward, to escape—
but Jiang’s hand locked firmly around his waist,
holding him in place,
forcing him to take every surging blow.

“Get… out— stop… stop—!”

The pleasure hit too hard, too fast.
His arms gave out completely,
forearms collapsing onto the sheets.
The corners of his eyes flushed red;
tears slipped down unchecked,
his breaths breaking with helpless tremors.

This time…
was nothing like the first.

He truly couldn’t take it.

Wave after wave of pleasure surged upward,
driving Shen step by step toward the edge of the abyss.
His breath was long past broken,
his mind swallowed by uncontrollable shudders.

He couldn’t hold on anymore—

Every last bit of resistance unraveled under the pounding rhythm,
the final thread of clarity snapped,
and the armor he had built over countless years
shattered entirely beneath this ferocious possession.

“Mm… ah…!”

Fragmented breaths spilled out,
his body trembling beyond control,
instinctively clinging to the heat inside him—
drowning in it.

Yet seeing him like this only made Jiang Zhilin want to go further—
to do something even more excessive, something like—

to ruin him until he lost his mind.

“Already can’t take it?”

Jiang’s voice dipped low and rough,
a wicked curl to his laugh.
His hand slid down along Shen’s waist,
closing firmly around his burning heat.
Fingers tightened—then began to stroke him hard and steadily.

At the same time, Jiang’s hips snapped forward faster, deeper,
each thrust showing no mercy
as it struck the most sensitive point inside him.

“Mm—hngh…!”

“No—hah… aa—!”

Shen could no longer form a single coherent word;
only broken moans and ragged breaths spilled out,
his entire body trembling within the overwhelming pleasure.

The assault hit him from both directions—
front and back at once—
both of his most sensitive places seized and controlled,
leaving no space, no air, no moment to breathe.

He had never endured anything like this.
The sensitive tip at the front was toyed with mercilessly,
while the back was driven into again and again—
each plunge hitting deeper, sharper,
pleasure crashing over him like a tidal wave,
never giving him a chance to react
before pushing him straight toward the edge.

“Ah—!”

Shen’s entire body snapped tight,
fingers clawing violently into the sheets.
Pleasure detonated through him,
sweeping up his spine in a blinding rush.
Sweat slid down his back in thin lines;
his breath fractured into broken, helpless gasps.

His length jerked wildly—
then released in thick, hot pulses,
spurting again and again,
each tremor draining out the desire he had held for years.

In all thirty years of his life,
he had never once lost control like this—
but now he couldn’t care at all.

And Shen’s unraveling triggered another violent impact.

His climax made the inner walls clamp down hard around Jiang—
a tight, rippling contraction he had never felt before,
so intense it nearly pushed him over the brink instantly.

“…Fuck—”

Jiang let out a ragged breath,
feeling himself squeezed, pulled, milked mercilessly.
Heat shot from the base straight up his spine,
that fierce suction threatening to strip away all sanity.

“Mm—!”

The pleasure hit so hard it made Jiang’s scalp prickle,
and he finally snapped—
slamming forward into that blistering heat,
burying himself to the very deepest point,
releasing everything without restraint.

A rush of heat spilled out violently,
flooding into the tight depths.

Only when the last force drained from his body
did he finally breathe out in raw satisfaction,
pulling Shen into a tight embrace—
letting the fading waves of pleasure
drag them both down into the dimming dark.