Now that they’d decided to do it, Ning Wei saw no reason to wait or hesitate. Though he was aroused to the point of pain, he ignored it for now and found a piece of cloth in his room to wipe his release-smeared hand with and returned to the bed.

Yan Yixuan was lying down comfortably and watched Ning Wei with a content gaze.

Ning Wei turned to him and asked, “How would you like to do this? Do you have any position you prefer?”

Yan Yixuan blinked slowly. When understanding hit him, his cheeks slowly reddened. “Ah, you mean…” He shifted uncomfortably and looked away. “Well. Since it’ll be less strenuous for me, I suppose I’ll be at the bottom for now.” Then his eyes snapped up to bore into Ning Wei’s fiercely, “But when I grow healthier, I will return the favor regularly, so you better be prepared.”

Chuckling affectionately, Ning Wei bent down to kiss his nose. “I’ll look forward to it.”

Unused to such casual gestures of intimacy, Yan Yixuan blushed harder, but didn’t reject him. Peeking up uncertainly, he confirmed, “Ning Wei, if we really do it that way in the future…you really wouldn’t mind?”

The general shrugged. “I don’t think I will.”

Yan Yixuan pressed his lips together and hid a smile. As expected of his Ah-Ning.

“Since you’ve chosen to receive me, are there any…preparations you’d like to make beforehand?” Ning Wei asked a bit awkwardly.

The young man tilted his head. What preparations? And then it clicked. “Y-You mean…” Yan Yixuan coughed and tried not to appear as embarrassed as he was feeling. “No, I…I used the outhouse right before going to bed and…I clean myself well enough that…there shouldn’t be any issues in that aspect.” Yan Yixuan peeked up to see whether Ning Wei would find his explanation enough.

Ning Wei smiled and patted his head. “Don’t feel embarrassed. Since you say you’re ready, we should begin. As much as we might wish it to be, the night isn’t endless.”

Seeing Yan Yixuan throw away his embarrassment and sit up with eyes gleaming eagerly, Ning Wei chuckled. “Where do you keep the oil used for preparation?”

Yan Yixuan froze, then slowly buried his face into his hands in abject regret. Damn it, he didn’t have that kind of oil on hand! Why hadn’t he thought to stock any before?! But even if he had, he doubted he would’ve been brave enough to sneak some into Ning Wei’s room to be of help now.

Ning Wei looked at the young man’s uncharacteristically dramatic reaction and asked amusedly, “What is it?”

Yan Yixuan muttered into his palms disconsolately, “I didn’t expect to need it, so I don’t have any.”

Ning Wei rubbed his chin. Well, now this was a problem.

The young man suddenly whipped his head up. “Ah! But if I remember right, there is a pair of male servants in the residence who are a couple. Maybe we can borrow some from them.”

Ning Wei nodded. “I think I know who you mean. Shall I go and get it?”

The exertion from before had tired Yan Yixuan a little, and since he wanted to spare his energy for what was to come, he nodded.

The general thus left and returned in about fifteen minutes with a plain bottle the size of a palm. Placing it on the bedside table, he bemusedly conveyed, “After hearing that it was for you, they’ve generously given us their entire spare supply to use.”

Yan Yixuan stared at the bottle and nodded absentmindedly. Then thinking about what they were going to do, he turned away and gulped with nervousness.

Though there was nothing he could want more at this moment than joining his body with his Ah-Ning’s, he couldn’t help but feel anxious due to his inexperience. Yan Yixuan had already guessed that Ning Wei might have more knowledge and skill in this area since he’d heard reports that the general had occasionally entered brothels with his fellow soldiers before.

Yan Yixuan might love Ning Wei and feel sad at the thought of his beloved being with someone else, but that didn’t mean he would restrain Ning Wei or expect faithfulness from him when Ning Wei didn’t even know him. But that hadn’t stopped Yan Yixuan from having ridiculous fantasies of sneaking into one of those brothels to pretend to be a prostitute and spend a night with his Ah-Ning. However, now, Yan Yixuan wouldn’t deny that he felt a bit reassured that at least one of them knew how to proceed.

Ning Wei, in the meantime, wasn’t any less nervous than the young man. But at least he had a good idea of what to do.

Seeing Yan Yixuan silently fretting about it, Ning Wei cupped his cheek and reassured, “I’ll be careful and try not to hurt you.”

Yan Yixuan did indeed feel a bit better after hearing that. Putting his apprehension aside, he quipped cheekily, “But Ning Wei, that’s not what you said when we met back then.”

His words from back when they first met rang in Ning Wei’s ears, Whether it’s your first time or not, I promise I won’t be gentle or considerate. Ning Wei couldn’t help but flush at that memory.

Yan Yixuan chuckled smugly, immediately feeling full of spirit.

Ning Wei poked his forehead and chided, “Little brat, I see you’re having fun teasing me.”

Struggling against the urge to stick his tongue out childishly, Yan Yixuan grinned. “What’s wrong with me being playful? I’m after all still considered young enough to get away with it.”

Suddenly feeling melancholic, Ning Wei sighed. “That’s true, you’ve just reached the end of your second decade. I might be the one who’s too old for you. I suppose this is what they mean when they refer to an old cow eating young grass.”

Yan Yixuan’s gaze turned intent as it pierced Ning Wei. “But what if the grass grew itself solely for the older cow to eat?”

Ning Wei startled, then shook his head with a smile, “Yan Yixuan, even though you have the mental maturity of someone much older, you’re only twenty. You just came of age. We’re more than five years apart.”

The young man reached up and framed his beloved’s face in his hand. Ning Wei’s eyes widened. Yan Yixuan’s expression was earnest and serious as he spoke, “Does it matter? If we have the good fortune to grow old together, that small difference in age will become meaningless. We’ll be equally wrinkly, grey-haired, and feeble in the future.”

Ning Wei looked at him with surprise for a moment, then laughed warmly. “I suppose that is true.”

Yan Yixuan nodded wisely and said, “Yes, it is. So stop trying to make excuses and let’s begin already.”

Ning Wei smiled at the impatience he heard in his voice. “As you wish.”

Seeing his beloved leaning towards him, Yan Yixuan didn’t waste time and immediately pulled him closer before melding their mouths together. While their lips and tongues were engaged in a fiery battle, Ning Wei’s fingers nimbly moved to undo Yan Yixuan’s clothes.

Yan Yixuan froze and debated resisting, but decided to let things proceed as they were. As much as he hated the thought of showing his scars to Ning Wei, Ruan Shu’s reassurances and reasoning were still fresh in his mind, entreating him to give his beloved this chance to show his acceptance.

Ning Wei sensed the young man’s sudden stiffness, but since Yan Yixuan didn’t tell him to stop, he continued. He tried to comfort his lover with sensual kisses in the meanwhile even as he divested him of his nightclothes.

When Yan Yixuan was naked, he shivered at the cool air brushing over his skin and stopped. He hesitantly leaned back to sit on the bed, letting his Ah-Ning see all of him for the first time.

Ning Wei panted to recover his breath while his eyes naturally slid over his beloved’s body with eagerness. But when he saw Yan Yixuan’s uncertainty, followed by the many, many scars lining his body, Ning Wei had to rigidly control his expression to not show his fury and heartbreak. He reached out to delicately trace across one of the thin scars.

Yan Yixuan flinched back and hugged himself, searching for any traces of displeasure or disgust in his beloved’s gaze. Or would his Ah-Ning feel hurt that he’d recoiled away? But all Yan Yixuan found in Ning Wei’s expression was patience and understanding.

Bowing his head, Yan Yixuan tried to explain, “I-It’s not that I don’t want you to touch me. It’s just that…I don’t want to dirty your hand.”

Ning Wei blinked. “What?”

Yan Yixuan hunched his shoulders and forced himself to confess, “All these scars were carved by my brother to claim me. As long as they remain, they serve as proof that I will always bear traces of my brother on my body. It makes me feel tainted, as if my brother still owns me. It makes me feel…unworthy of you.”

Ning Wei’s expression darkened as he quickly pulled the young man into a tight embrace. “Do you really believe that?”

Yan Yixuan curled up against his body, holding on tight. “I…I know I shouldn’t.” Yet he needed to hear it from his beloved. He needed to know for certain that he was still willing to accept him.

Ning Wei nodded. “Yes, you really shouldn’t. Do you know why?” He didn’t wait for an answer before continuing, “Because scars or not, you only belong to yourself. Your brother might have made those marks, but that doesn’t change that it is still your body, and that makes the scars yours as well. You are the only one who can assign any meaning to them, not your brother or anyone else.”

Yan Yixuan leaned back and closely studied Ning Wei’s expression. “You really won’t dislike me because of them?”

Ning Wei frowned. Was he still not convinced? The general thought for a moment before quickly beginning to undo the ties on his nightclothes and taking off the top.

Yan Yixuan’s gaze fell to his torso and he stifled a gasp.

Slashes and stab wounds had formed scars both thick and thin on his skin. Certain patches of skin looked scraped off while others were clearly burned. Yan Yixuan knew that the war and the brief period in enemy hands had been hard on his beloved, but he could have never imagined just how horrible the physical evidence would be. He felt helplessness, anger, and pain surge within him, washing away whatever gloominess remained. He reached out a hand, then paused as if afraid that he would hurt his beloved. “How did this happen? Who all did this to you?!”

Ning Wei smiled at Yan Yixuan’s furious expression. Ah, there was the lion baring its claws and fangs again, ready to tear apart everyone who displeased it.

“Yan Yixuan,” he called. He was immediately granted the younger man’s undiluted attention. “By your own logic, each of my scars mean that I am claimed by the people who made it, doesn’t it?”

“No!” Yan Yixuan heatedly roared. “Ah-Ning is Ah-Ning! No one can dare claim any authority over you! If they try, I’ll make them regret it!”

Ning Wei rubbed his head to soothe him and smiled. “Yes, I agree. And it’s the same for you. If anyone dares say you belong to someone because of the scars, I’ll beat them up for you. So don’t think like that, alright?”

Yan Yixuan paused, his anger fizzling out. He chewed on his lip for a few moments, then blinked up at his beloved. “Really?” Could he really believe it?

Ning Wei nodded with all the confidence he could muster, then asked, “Tell me, whose words would you rather believe? Mine or your brother’s?”

The answer went without saying. “Yours, of course!” Yan Yixuan quickly declared. He finally felt reassured. If even his Ah-Ning had scars, then Yan Yixuan wouldn’t let his own scars get him down.

Seeing that his beloved had finally regained his spirits, Ning Wei smiled and sat down on the bed with crossed legs. “Good. Then I hope you don’t have any more objections before we start?”

Yan Yixuan shook his head and saw Ning Wei beckon him over. “Then come here,” the general said while removing his pants and sweeping down all the scattered clothes on the bed. “Now that we have the oil, we should begin preparing you.”

Yan Yixuan felt his cheeks heating, his eyes unable to hide their increased shine. He slowly rose up on his hands and knees and went over to sit sideways on Ning Wei’s lap. He curled his legs to one side and leaned his weight on the older man while one arm wound around his shoulders for stability.

Ning Wei held him by his waist while reaching for the oil with the other hand.

Yan Yixuan closed his eyes and buried his head into Ning Wei’s hair. He felt both nervous and anticipatory. He pushed away all the roiling thoughts and tried to focus on his senses instead. A few moments later, he felt the hand on his waist move away before slick sounds ensued. Then the hand returned, venturing down slowly until it reached his tilted hips and gently touched the space between his buttocks. The fingertip pressing and rubbing against his entrance felt rough and bigger than he expected.

Yan Yixuan squeezed his eyes closed tighter, his hand clenching into fists.

Ning Wei was both cautious and slow as he proceeded, not wanting to screw anything up. After generously wetting the scrunched opening, he slowly pushed his finger in. The passage within was exceedingly tight and dry. Ning Wei wriggled his slickened digit on his way in, coating the soft flesh with oil.

Yan Yixuan’s breath hitched and his spine snapped straight. After a moment of hesitation, he tilted his body to further expose his entrance and lowered his head to press it into the nook between Ning Wei’s shoulder and neck. He felt the finger dig deeper and deeper into him until it was fully inside, then begin to slowly slide in and out. Sometimes, the thick digit would twist or turn inside him to expand the channel. The young man struggled to stay still and not squirm. A few minutes later, another freshly slickened finger joined in, burrowing into his bottom.

When the two fingers moved apart to stretch his insides open again and again, Yan Yixuan gasped. Their steady pressure as they prepared him caused a vague ache alongside burgeoning pleasure. The fingers inside him changed from two to three while continuing to pump in and out and widen his passage. He felt a burning sensation and mild prickling slowly covering his inner walls. Yan Yixuan’s eyes fluttered open to half-mast as he dazedly looked at his beloved’s side profile.

At first, being entered had felt uncomfortable and invasive, especially since he’d just had his desire sated a while ago and wasn’t able to get physically aroused yet. But gradually, thinking that it was his Ah-Ning’s skilled fingers inside him, moving, stretching, and stimulating such a place…it couldn’t help but titillate and gratify Yan Yixuan. So he bore it willingly, cooperating as his beloved pressed his fingers as deep into him as he could.

Ning Wei turned to look at Yan Yixuan. The young man’s face was slightly flushed while his breaths were quick and deep. The small puffs of air being exhaled onto Ning Wei’s skin felt scalding hot. Yan Yixuan’s brows were scrunched with concentration and his pupils dilated as if all of his attention was fixed on what Ning Wei was doing to him. The thought darkened Ning Wei’s eyes with increased need.

Yan Yixuan shifted as heat continued to slowly suffuse him. He heard Ning Wei murmur, “Just a bit more and you’ll be ready.”

The young man nodded slowly and tried to concentrate on anything but his beloved’s husky voice caressing his ears and his warm breath brushing his face. His attention was eventually drawn to the muted squelching issuing from below.

Yan Yixuan’s cheeks burned as he slightly lifted his head and whispered, “Is it supposed to sound so…loud? Or are we just using too much oil?”

Ning Wei honestly didn’t know. But he had heard that when it came to preparation, more oil was always better than less, so it shouldn’t be a problem. “Do you feel any pain or unpleasantness?”

Yan Yixuan assessed his condition and shook his head. As the preparation went on, he had either gotten accustomed to the discomfort or it had eased.

“There’s no problem then,” Ning Wei stated.

The young man buried his head into Ning Wei’s shoulder again and quietly nodded. Having conversations with someone who was fingers deep in him was a bit embarrassing. Concentrating was becoming difficult as well.

Thankfully, Ning Wei was soon done.

Yan Yixuan fidgeted at the strange emptiness within after his beloved withdrew his fingers. He looked over and saw Ning Wei pour more oil into his palm and slicken up his stiff member in a matter-of-fact way. Yan Yixuan looked at his beloved’s shaft with curious eyes. It was of a darker color than the rest of Ning Wei, with thick veins and an imposing presence.

Yan Yixuan poked its blunt head curiously. Peeking up at Ning Wei with his cheeks flaming, he noted, “It seems…quite large. Will it fit into me?”

Ning Wei smirked. “There’s only one way to find out.”

The young man blushed harder and nodded. Getting up from Ning Wei’s lap, he lay down on the bed on his back. Looking up, Yan Yixuan extended his arms towards Ning Wei in an invitation. “Come.”

And Ning Wei happily went.

As he settled over Yan Yixuan, the general seemed to blot out the rest of the world with his presence. The young man felt a slippery and blunt tip press against his entrance below and tried his best to not jerk away as instinct demanded.

Ning Wei peered into his eyes intently and asked, “Are you ready?”

Yan Yixuan pressed his lips together and turned his gaze away with slight embarrassment. “Y-Yes.”

Ning Wei’s deep and knowing chuckle dragged a shiver out of the young man. Yan Yixuan felt his beloved’s knuckles tracing and teasing the inside of his thigh and parted his lips to let out a heated sigh.

“It’s quite a treat to see the famed Duke Yan so discomposed,” Ning Wei murmured, both playful and intimate.

Yan Yixuan felt his ears itch as a hot flush traveled down his neck. He shot a glare at his overly tempting lover and pulled him down by his nape. Their lips collided and teeth clicked together with the force of the impact. Ning Wei laughed with delight as Yan Yixuan vigorously plundered his mouth as if disciplining him. Yan Yixuan leaned back when he ran out of breath, panting, and Ning Wei licked his own smiling lips with satisfaction. He loved it when his little fox became spirited.

Shooting him a glare saturated with more need than anger, Yan Yixuan lifted his chin and challenged, “I’ve heard how skilled you are with the sword, General, but your skill with this particular sword of yours is yet to be seen.” Yan Yixuan boldly reached down to grip Ning Wei’s member, giving it a couple of squeezes while he was at it.

Ning Wei’s eyes went dark and he let out a shudder. Then he grinned and stated, “I feel like I can’t let that statement go unanswered. Let me demonstrate my skills in that area as well then.”

Inwardly hoping he’d be able to measure up to his boasts, Ning Wei thrust his hips forward, pushing the head of his member to squeeze through the warm and tiny opening.

Yan Yixuan hissed out a breath at the suddenness of the invasion and turned to press his cheek against the soft pillow.

Ning Wei caressed his hip. “Alright?”

Yan Yixuan nodded. “I’m fine.”

Ning Wei’s brows relaxed and he proceeded unhurriedly.

The difficulty of holding himself in place without shrinking away made Yan Yixuan’s hands clench in the sheets as he took quick breaths. His legs were folded in loosely and splayed wide open, heels digging into the bed. His brows furrowed in concentration as he strained and struggled to slowly accept his Ah-Ning into his body. As Ning Wei pressed forward steadily, Yan Yixuan felt the discomfort increase. He arched back and groaned in response, his body trembling.

Ning Wei struggled in the meanwhile as well, trying to go slowly and carefully. The strangling grip of the liquid heat and living softness slowly sliding over his shaft felt beyond heavenly. He and his beloved fit together so tightly below that he could feel the young man’s blood pulse through the connection. But though Ning Wei craved more, he forced himself to pay more attention to his just-as-inexperienced lover’s comfort.

Seeing Yan Yixuan’s tensed appearance, Ning Wei murmured soothingly, “Just a little more. You’re doing very well. I’m almost half the way in. Hold on for a few more minutes.”

Yan Yixuan nodded jerkily and tried to relax further to make his body easier to enter.

While he comforted Yan Yixuan, Ning Wei slowly rocked back and forth, afraid of making too big a movement in case he hurt the young man. “Is it too much? Do you want me to go slower?”

Yan Yixuan realized Ning Wei was still worried about him. He rubbed the back of his beloved’s head playfully and gave a small smile. His voice was tight and hoarse as he said, “It’s…a bit difficult but…I’ll manage.”

Ning Wei bent down to lavish him with affection. He trailed small nibbles and warm kisses along the young man’s jaw and neck, successfully distracting him from the discomfort.

His mind growing muddled by the bombarding sensations, Yan Yixuan groaned thickly. “…Ah-Ning…”

Ning Wei moved lower to nip his collarbone and Yan Yixuan jerked. “Ah!”

His voice gravelly and low, Ning Wei whispered into his skin, “We’re already connected to each other so intimately. There’s no need to use my surname, Ah-Xuan.”

Hearing such an affectionate address, Yan Yixuan moaned helplessly and stretched his whole body upward, rubbing against the harder body above. His arousal stiffened further.

Feeling the young man’s passage clench tightly in an unseen response, Ning Wei chuckled. “Do you like me calling you Ah-Xuan?”

Yan Yixuan dazedly nodded.

“I like it too, and I’d like it even better if you could call me with a more intimate name in return. Why don’t you give it a try?” Ning Wei enticed, his hands massaging his buttocks.

The young man was wound so tightly that his muscles trembled. His voice was quiet and raspy. “A-Ah-Wei.”

“I didn’t hear you. Why don’t you say that louder?” Ning Wei suggested playfully while his hand squeezed and kneaded the head of the young man’s shaft, sending a brutal wave of pleasure tearing up.

Yan Yixuan shuddered, his voice sweeping high until it broke, “Nnh…! Ah-Wei!”

Ning Wei’s rumbling laughter sounded as his hand began to move on his beloved’s member in reward. “Much better.”

Yan Yixuan moaned, his head falling back. His passage subconsciously tightened around Ning Wei, making the older man’s breathing turn harsh. Ning Wei thought back to what he’d learnt about making love bites and lowered his mouth to Yan Yixuan’s collarbone. Ning Wei bit into it until the skin reddened, then sucked strongly.

The young man gave a shout and arched up, his feet pressing down onto the bed. As Ning Wei sucked and licked the sensitive patch of wounded skin, Yan Yixuan felt his desire impossibly increase. All the while, Ning Wei continued to ponderously slide deeper into him.

Till now, Yan Yixuan had managed to stay distracted due to Ning Wei’s little touches. But as they went on, the thick and long member reached beyond the depth to which Ning Wei had prepared Yan Yixuan’s channel. Inevitably, Yan Yixuan’s focus was drawn back to the increasing discomfort.

Yan Yixuan felt a strong ache as his passage was forcefully expanded. The feeling of being invaded so deeply was difficult to bear. He felt the strange illusion that Ning Wei’s movement forward was pushing up his diaphragm and compressing his lungs, making him breathless. Yan Yixuan once again cursed his weak body for being so easily overwhelmed.

And yet Yan Yixuan widened his legs and accepted Ning Wei into him willingly. He tried to keep his body loose and compliant to offer the least resistance to the invasion. After all, this was his Ning Wei, his beloved general that he had been loving for years. And now, they were finally joining together. He was beyond happy.

As Yan Yixuan panted in a measured rhythm to manage his discomfort, Ning Wei managed to fully sheathe himself into him. By now, Ning Wei had begun to sweat with the strain of keeping his need at bay. His muscles were stretched taut while his mind was overwhelmed with sensations. The tight and slippery sheath of flesh clutched his member in a strong, molten hot grip. The soft and elastic inner walls continuously contracted and relaxed around it in a titillating rhythm as if instinctively struggling to expel the intruding object. It was unbearably stimulating.

The feeling of being so completely connected with his beloved was too blissful for Ning Wei to bear. He bent to bury his head into the crook of Yan Yixuan’s shoulder. The young man smelled of clean sweat underscored with the slight fragrance of a fresh herb garden. The scent calmed Ning Wei a bit, allowing him to gauge his beloved’s condition.

Under him, Yan Yixuan was trying to accustom himself to the sensation of being stretched to the very limit. His insides felt swollen and full with the stiff organ. A slight frown tightened his brows while his chest rose and fell quickly.

Wanting to help him relax, Ning Wei resumed massaging Yan Yixuan’s stiff shaft. His fingers slid up and down, unconsciously keeping in time with the tempo of the passage squeezing and relaxing around him. His eyes burned into Yan Yixuan’s with fervent hunger.

The young man shuddered and twisted as more waves of heat washed over him. Enough. He’d had enough of this slow enticement. “Ah-Ning…no, Ah-Wei. Please… I can’t stand this anymore. I want to move…”

Before the last word escaped his lips, he felt Ning Wei hoist his legs up and wrap them around himself. Yan Yixuan automatically clenched his legs around the tight waist to hold them in place. His beloved’s fingers were hot and rough as they clamped over his hips and lifted them up. Yan Yixuan didn’t have time to prepare himself before Ning Wei drew out and rammed back in.

Yan Yixuan’s hands scrabbled on the bed as he cried out in surprise and sudden pleasure. The large member continued slamming in and out in a relentless pace, unpracticed at first, but growing steadier with every thrust. As the thick member tore in and out of the slick channel, the quick yet strong flashes of friction sent pulses of unbearable pleasure shuddering through Yan Yixuan. Above him, Ning Wei bore the expression of single-minded focus, all his attention concentrated on him.

Being looked at like that caused little currents of thrill to dance across Yan Yixuan’s skin. His body rocked to and fro in a quick rhythm as Ning Wei pounded into him incessantly. Yan Yixuan had the illusion that he was a ball being bounced back and forth. Each hard thrust seemed to push a deep groan out of his throat while each smooth draw pulled an unsteady moan from his parted lips.

Panting as he peered up at Ning Wei through clouded eyes, Yan Yixuan marveled. Though he was the one lying on his back while Ning Wei loomed above him, he didn’t feel the slightest sense of not being in control. Despite being the one who welcomed the other into his body, his beloved’s intensely passionate and worshipping gaze was as if it was he who was claimed instead. In return, Yan Yixuan gave himself up into the riot of sensations stirred up by Ning Wei’s hard thrusts. If his body felt any pain or discomfort, he didn’t know for he was drowning too deep in the liquid ecstasy, letting it fill him unresistingly, even eagerly.

With effort, Yan Yixuan raised his arms to pull down his beloved and poured all his overflowing passion into a searing kiss. Ning Wei returned his fervor, holding nothing back. Their tongues made slick sounds as they wound around and slid against each other. Their saliva mixed and spilled down from the sides of Yan Yixuan’s lips. Desperate groans and greedy growls passed from one mouth to another along with their merging breaths.

Ning Wei’s hips swung with more vigor. Yan Yixuan tore himself away from the kiss, gasping. His fingers rubbed Ning Wei’s shoulders, then slipped down to trace the bulging muscles on his carved arms. His touch left trails of fire in its wake, causing Ning Wei to grit his teeth. Yan Yixuan’s ragged whispers of “Ah-Wei…Ah-Wei…” only pushed Ning Wei higher.

Feeling himself nearing release, Ning Wei restrained himself tightly. No, not yet. He freed a hand to reach up and twisted a bud on Yan Yixuan’s chest. The young man let out a hoarse shout. His body shuddered with the impact of Ning Wei’s thrusts that continued to increase in intensity.

Yan Yixuan could only clutch at Ning Wei with both arms as if he was his only point of stability. Choked cries spilled out of the young man’s mouth incessantly. He could feel his beloved’s hard body straining and flexing in his embrace as his member relentlessly pounded into him. Every one of Yan Yixuan’s nerves was strung tight as they vibrated strongly with the vivid sensations. The pleasure mounted and mounted, cresting over an impossibly high peak, then suddenly crashed down. Yan Yixuan let out a thin scream and stiffened as the climax hit him.

Ning Wei clenched the young man to him and continued driving into him while one of his hands pumped up and down over Yan Yixuan’s shuddering member, milking it dry. When the young man’s orgasm eased, Ning Wei finally let himself go with a tight shout. He felt Yan Yixuan’s heaving chest under his cheek while thin arms enclosed him and quivering fingers gently combed through his hair. Beneath him, Yan Yixuan moaned softly as blistering jets of hot fluid spurted into his aching channel in thick streams.

When Ning Wei completely spent himself into his beloved’s depths, he slowly shifted to slump into the bed, beside Yan Yixuan. The young man felt his Ah-Wei’s softened member slip out and blushed at the sensation of warm fluid flowing down his inner thigh. But he was loath to move away from his Ah-Wei’s side.

The violent franticness and urgency slowly quietened, giving way to tired tranquility and deepening serenity.

Ning Wei spent a few moments regaining his breath and calming his pulse, then turned his gaze towards his lover. Yan Yixuan rested beside him bonelessly as if poured onto the bed, his expression more relaxed than he’d ever seen before. The young man almost glowed with contentment and fondness as he looked at Ning Wei with smiling eyes.

Ning Wei smiled back and hugged him with an arm. His palm drifted up and down over Yan Yixuan’s mildly jutting spine, then settled around him comfortably. Quiet affection pooled in Ning Wei’s eyes as he asked in a raspy voice, “Alright?”

Though his body creaked and groaned heavily in protest, Yan Yixuan leaned closer and melted into him while answering, “Never better.”

As the passionate spring night faded away, dawn turned the horizon into a blazing thread of white while setting the sky outside the window aglow in warm gold and soft peach.