Zhou Chaosheng stared fixedly into Jiang Yuanye’s eyes, his entire body soaked to the bone, but the wetness did nothing to lessen his allure. On the contrary, it gave him the look of a gorgeous man fresh from a bath, drenched and seductive. Water slid slowly along the sharp, defined edges of his face, trickling down his jawline, and with the movement of his Adam’s apple, disappeared under the drenched collar of his shirt, leaving a tantalizing trail against his skin.
Without warning, Zhou Chaosheng wrapped an arm tightly around Jiang Yuanye’s slender waist, abruptly pulling the two closer together, and lifted his chin to press a kiss onto Jiang Yuanye’s lips. A feather-light, teasing touch, barely grazing before pulling back.
"W-wait..." Jiang Yuanye tried to steady himself, concerned about Zhou Chaosheng’s. clearly, this wasn’t the time to fool around. What mattered most was getting Zhou Chaosheng to a hospital for observation. But his waist and abdomen were locked firmly in Zhou Chaosheng’s grasp, the searing heat from his palm burning through the thin, soaked fabric, scorching Jiang Yuanye’s skin and blood alike, making his body uncontrollably tense and shudder.
Sensing the trembling in Jiang Yuanye’s body, Zhou Chaosheng’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. He leaned in close to his ear and whispered, his voice low and hoarse, "You're hard."
Jiang Yuanye’s face visibly froze, his entire body stiffening to the point of trembling. Their chests were nearly smashed together, the wet heat of their bodies soaking into one another, along with the sounds of their heavy breathing and thudding heartbeats, tangled and indistinguishable.
"I’m not!" Jiang Yuanye turned his head in panic and shame. "Anyway... not now!"
"What’s wrong with now?" Zhou Chaosheng's voice was lazy, almost taunting. Before Jiang Yuanye could react, Zhou Chaosheng’s slender fingers were already pressed against Jiang Yuanye’s chest. Through the thin soaked white shirt, Zhou Chaosheng ground his fingers down hard, deliberately twisting slow, tantalizing circles over the sensitive skin beneath.
"Ah—!"
Jiang Yuanye jerked violently, instinctively biting down hard on his lower lip to suppress the embarrassing sounds bubbling up from his throat.
Zhou Chaosheng let go just in time. When Jiang Yuanye, panting slightly, glared up at him, Zhou Chaosheng only raised his hands innocently with a smile. His meaning obvious: look, your body is far more honest than your mouth.
"Zhou Chaosheng, do you have a death wish?!" Since their relationship shifted from sworn enemies to this, it was the first time Jiang Yuanye had lost his temper and roared Zhou Chaosheng’s full name in anger.
Zhou Chaosheng slowly restrained his smile. "You don't want me?"
Jiang Yuanye frowned deeply. "It's not that I don't want to. It's just... it’s not the right time."
Trying to calm things down, Jiang Yuanye softened his voice, coaxing, "You were just pushed off a cliff. Even though you were rescued, we haven’t figured out if you have any internal injuries. Right now, the priority should be getting you checked out in a hospital, not screwing around here..."
Zhou Chaosheng dodged the hand trying to pull him up. "Aren't I looking fine?"
"Fine, my ass! Get up, stop fooling around." Jiang Yuanye reached out and pulled at his arm harder.
Zhou Chaosheng remained planted on the ground, refusing to budge.
"What’s wrong with you? Did you smash your brain to bits?" Jiang Yuanye stood, towering over him, frowning deeply. Zhou Chaosheng’s behavior was totally unlike his usual cold, rational self. He is reckless and impulsive
Zhou Chaosheng didn't know what was wrong with himself either.
He only knew he needed desperately to confirm that the man in front of him was real.
And how?
What act could prove their closeness, their love that could only end in death?
Sex.
The word flashed violently across his mind, drowning all rational thought.
"My brain’s fine."
"Then you—"
Before he could finish, Zhou Chaosheng grabbed his wrist, yanked him down fiercely, dragging him onto his lap. Jiang Yuanye’s body froze midair before falling directly into Zhou Chaosheng’s embrace. A strong, firm hand immediately groped and kneaded his ass through the wet clothes, squeezing shamelessly. Before Jiang Yuanye could even process the violation, he was already straddling Zhou Chaosheng’s thigh, legs spread, seated heavily against the other's heated, hard body.
"Zhou Chao—" Jiang Yuanye was about to curse him out, but his gaze met Zhou Chaosheng’s wet, trembling lashes and those pitch-black, burning pupils. Just a few seconds’ pause, and Jiang Yuanye saw it all, possessive desire, hidden longing, desperate dependence, and a deep, raw fear that made his chest tighten.
Jiang Yuanye unconsciously slowed his breathing.
Just then, a droplet of water slid from Zhou Chaosheng’s temple, following his sharp cheekbone downward...
Drip.
The sound echoed in his ears, like a pebble breaking the mirror-like surface of a lake, sending ripples across his heart.
After about a minute of tense silence, Jiang Yuanye let out a long breath and asked, voice low and resigned, "You really want it here?"
Zhou Chaosheng didn’t answer, only pressed his dripping wet hair against Jiang Yuanye’s neck, rubbing the soaked strands over the sensitive skin there.
Unable to win against him, Jiang Yuanye gritted his teeth. "Fine. But don’t you dare regret it."
Hearing this, Zhou Chaosheng, still buried in his neck, curled his lips silently in satisfaction.
No regrets.
How could he possibly regret this?
Zhou Chaosheng bent down, kissing and nibbling at Jiang Yuanye’s flushed earlobe, brushing and licking until the tender skin turned deep red. Then he lightly caught the lobe between his teeth, tugging and gnawing slowly, his hot breath making Jiang Yuanye tremble helplessly.
Once he latched on, he rubbed and sucked mercilessly, driving Jiang Yuanye crazy.
"You... enough, enough already..." Jiang Yuanye gasped brokenly, trying to push Zhou Chaosheng’s lips away. But instead of retreating, Zhou Chaosheng only deepened the assault, lips and tongue moving hungrily.
Zhou Chaosheng seized both of Jiang Yuanye’s restless wrists with one hand, forcing them behind his back, his grip strong enough to leave marks. His other hand clamped firmly around the back of Jiang Yuanye’s neck. Then he lowered his head and devoured him, tongue invading aggressively, prying open his teeth, sweeping inside to entangle and ravage his tongue mercilessly.
Jiang Yuanye fought back fiercely, biting down lightly on Zhou’s tongue. Soft flesh met sharp teeth, sparking sharp jolts of pleasure-pain through both of them. Their tongues twisted and fought, desperate to conquer, to dominate every inch of each other's mouths.
Because they knew each other’s bodies too well, every sensitive spot was ruthlessly exploited.
By the time they finally parted, both were breathing raggedly, lips slick with saliva, bodies shaking from restraint and desire.
Amid the heavy gasps, Jiang Yuanye suddenly said, hoarse and broken, "You know I can't have children, right?"
Zhou Chaosheng’s gaze fixed fiercely on Jiang Yuanye’s lips — now swollen, red, glistening wet, parted slightly as if begging for another kiss. His eyes dropped lower, to the mixture of their shared spit at the corner of Jiang Yuanye’s mouth, lewd and obscene.
"What are you trying to say?" Zhou Chaosheng growled lowly.
"I’m saying..." Jiang Yuanye wiped the saliva with his thumb, voice sinking dangerously low, "no matter how deep you fck me, I’ll never be able to carry your child."
"Isn’t that obvious?" Zhou Chaosheng leaned down, biting Jiang Yuanye’s lips harshly like punishment. "Or are you... afraid of something?"
Jiang Yuanye closed his eyes, letting him slide his hand under his shirt, caressing that taut, powerful waist, and suggestively touching his sensitive parts.
"Hm?" Zhou Chaosheng deliberately squeezed a little harder, causing Jiang Yuanye’s shoulders to tremble slightly, bending down and panting straight.
Unknowingly, the clothes clinging to Jiang Yuanye’s body gradually slipped off, as they should have long ago; otherwise, it wouldn’t just be a matter of catching a cold.
But now, the chill surged from all directions. If Zhou Chaosheng hadn't been shielding him with his hands, he was truly afraid he might accidentally cause him to burn with a high fever.
After the restraint was lifted, Jiang Yuanye raised his arm, pressing the back of his hand against his upper eyes, and said softly, "I’m worried... you might change."
"Since you’re worried, why did you save an uncertain me?" Zhou Chaosheng stopped his movements and asked.
Jiang Yuanye was silent for a moment, then said, "There is no uncertainty."
"What?" Zhou Chaosheng was puzzled.
Jiang Yuanye lowered his hand, then, along with his left hand, actively wrapped his arms around Zhou Chaosheng’s neck. His slightly raised jaw had clean, sharp lines. He lifted the corners of his eyes slightly, repeating to Zhou Chaosheng in an ambiguous yet gentle tone, "I said, there is no uncertainty."
"Then what are you certain about?" Zhou Chaosheng asked.
"Certain..." Jiang Yuanye paused.
Then he leaned in close, dropping a kiss, along with the final words, lightly.
"I love you."
"Love you beyond liking."
Zhou Chaosheng looked up in astonishment, and immediately collided into a pair of pupils flowing like a green sea.
He seemed to have seen his own reflection.
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At this moment, they were buried deep within the wild, abandoned forest.
Beneath their bodies, the wet mud was smeared with indistinguishable fluids, sweat, seawater, and filth mixed together into a rancid mess.
Maybe it was all of them combined.
In less than half an hour, Jiang Yuanye’s body had been bent, flipped, spread open in every way possible, every filthy position Zhou Chaosheng could force him into, focusing especially on one resembling the thirteenth letter of the alphabet.
In that position, Jiang Yuanye was pinned brutally against the stump, legs trembling, back arched, completely unable to resist.
All he could do was choke out broken, desperate pleas, begging Zhou Chaosheng to slow down, to be gentler, only to be thrust deeper into unbearable pleasure, trapped in the endless cycle of craving and shame.
He clung to Zhou Chaosheng’s neck like a man drowning in a storm, nails digging into his skin, trying to anchor himself as the waves of carnal heat threatened to tear him apart.
"What do you love about me"
Zhou Chaosheng lowered his head, voice dark and hoarse, rubbing his thumb lazily over Jiang Yuanye’s swollen, kiss-bruised lips, savoring the way they trembled under his touch.
Jiang Yuanye squeezed his throat shut, refusing to let the humiliating moans escape, even as his body shivered uncontrollably.
He bit his lower lip hard enough to taste blood, shoving at Zhou Chaosheng’s chest with trembling hands, but his resistance was weak and pitiful, like a kitten pawing helplessly.
Seeing his helplessness only made Zhou Chaosheng smirk and grow even rougher.
Jiang Yuanye had no choice but to roll his eyes in frustration, a sulky little act of defiance that Zhou Chaosheng immediately punished, capturing his lips in another searing kiss, deep and devouring.
Meanwhile, his left hand wandered down, cupping Jiang Yuanye’s burning, sensitive flesh, teasing it with featherlight strokes.
The touch was maddening, too soft to satisfy but firm enough to leave Jiang Yuanye squirming helplessly.
It felt like Zhou Chaosheng was trying to crush him, to melt him down completely and force him into his own body, into his very bones.
Jiang Yuanye gritted his teeth hard, refusing to make a sound, locking himself in a silent battle against his own body's betrayal.
"Are you going to talk"
Zhou Chaosheng’s voice was dangerously low, but his fingers were merciless, sliding down from the nape of Jiang Yuanye’s neck, tracing the sharp curve of his shoulder blades, down the trembling line of his spine, before slipping lower to grope the abused, filthy entrance between his thighs.
There, mud and crushed grass clung to the flushed, slick skin, yet Zhou Chaosheng, who usually had an obsessive cleanliness, showed no hesitation.
He simply gripped him tighter, one hand locking around his waist, imprisoning him completely.
Before Zhou Chaosheng even made his next move, Jiang Yuanye’s body had already reflexively arched back, whimpering pitifully.
A thin, helpless cry tore from his throat.
"Zhou Chaosheng, you... you fucking pervert"
Zhou Chaosheng only chuckled lowly, completely unmoved by the insult.
He kept toying with Jiang Yuanye, deliberately slow and cruel, dragging every whimper and shiver out of him with wicked precision.
Finally, Jiang Yuanye broke.
He clutched Zhou Chaosheng’s shoulders tightly, nails digging in, sobbing out broken words as he tried to surrender.
"I’ll say it, I’ll say it..."
Zhou Chaosheng's hand stilled. "Say it."
Jiang Yuanye sucked in a shuddering breath, trembling all over.
He leaned close, pressing his fevered lips to Zhou Chaosheng’s ear, and spat out the words with dripping resentment:
"Fck. You."