Qin Mu’s heart trembled.
In the past, Shen Liu had called him this way when he was aroused. It was like a bewitching spell that drove one to madness, constantly stirring an irrepressible fervour within him.
Time had fled with memories, yet the curse that person left on his body lingered, and his body responded with the most honest reaction. Qin Mu’s breathing grew increasingly erratic. Sweat trickled down his heaving chest, and his c0ck, which had softened during the invasion, was now erect again.
“Why are you clenching so tightly? Eager for me to feed you?” Shen Liu’s low voice carried a triumphant smile.
Qin Mu’s ears were sensitive, and the warm breath grazing his earlobe instantly sent shivers across his skin. Yet, the man intensified the sensation. He teasingly nibbled at his earlobe with his tongue. The tingling and itching feeling scurried like a startled mouse down his entire spine, and Qin Mu, unable to bear it, turned his face slightly to evade. In the next moment, the beast that had lain dormant within him roared and crashed fiercely. The pleasure of his gland being squeezed forced a low and involuntary cry from his lips.
“You’ve forgotten what I just taught you so quickly,” Shen Liu said, biting down hard on Qin Mu’s neck in punishment. He then buried his head to kiss a trail along his body like a beast claiming its territory, leaving ambiguous marks that belonged solely to him. He paused just before touching Qin Mu’s lips, the lust swirling in his eyes like a ravenous glutton, eagerly roaring, as if ready to break free from its shackles and pounce upon the person before him in one gulp.
Before Qin Mu, whose vision had been taken away, Shen Liu finally shed his pretence, restraint, and disguise, revealing his most genuine longing. He gazed boldly and obsessively, his fingertips repeatedly tracing the soft lips, and said in a hoarse voice, “You are mine.”
It was as if he spoke to the other person, yet also to himself. Before Qin Mu could respond, the beast buried between his thighs could no longer restrain its ferocity. It withdrew, invaded, thrust, and collided repeatedly. The crude and primal rhythm followed the human instinct to chase desire.
It was not enough, far from enough.
He wanted everything from the person before him, from the inside out, from body to heart. At that moment, Shen Liu was controlled by a frenzied possessiveness, abandoning all technique and restraint, letting himself sink into the sea of ultimate pleasure.
Pride was a sin. It trapped one in a self-drawn prison, blinding the eyes with empty resolve, forgetting the true heart.
Greed was a sin. It drove one to demand the unattainable, pushing them into an abyss of possessive desire, yearning yet never obtaining.
Lust was a sin. It stripped away reason, ensnaring one in the ecstasy of carnal pleasure and entwining them together.
Yet even with the weight of such sins and punishments, he still wanted him.
Knowing it was forbidden, improper, impossible, he insisted on pursuing it.
Even if only for one night.
The person he had once lost was right before his eyes, like a bright and tempting fruit hanging high in the Garden of Eden, enchanting him, making him unable to resist, willingly plunging into hell for a single bite.
Qin Mu was the cause and effect of his fate, the sin he bore, the demon he could not escape.
He accepted it.
This obsession was buried too deep, held on for too long. Once the ashes reignited, they blazed into a towering inferno.
His heart pounded as if it would burst, his chest burning. Shen Liu hooked Qin Mu’s legs into the crook of his arms, relentlessly ravaging the tight passage, each thrust heavier and deeper than the last, as if to meld their bodies into one.
Qin Mu was so shaken by this brutal assault that his soul seemed to scatter. Pain and pleasure, like spilt paint cans, blended into a vibrant chaos amidst the darkness. Overwhelming ecstasy flashed like lightning through every inch of his flesh and bone, his body trembling, his breath quivering. The moans he struggled to suppress spilt from his gasps, the restrained throat sounds carrying a unique, ascetic undertone, making them all the more alluring in the tangled tide of passion, driving the intruder nearly mad.
Their skin touched, their lower bodies were connected, and they were both very hot. It was hard to tell who ignited whose desire, and who satisfied whose needs.
Shen Liu thrust deeply into him again, whispering in his ear, “Is it better with the whip or with your legs spread? Do you like me taking you like this?”
The usually cold and proud man was now swept into the vortex of desire by a tempest, flushed and disarmed. “…I like it.”
Shen Liu refused to let him off, teasing as he moved in and out, “No sincerity. Say something I want to hear.”
Qin Mu tightly pursed his lips, refusing to speak. However, unable to withstand the deliberate torment, he arched his neck and let out a moan tinged with a sob. Shen Liu knew Qin Mu’s endurance in such matters and slowed down, removing the obstructive blindfold and kissing his damp eyes.
Qin Mu leaned against the wall, dazed, his eyes rimmed red, lashes wet with fine tears. At that moment, he was a mess. His legs were spread wide, his lascivious rear still filled, his engorged member tightly bound at the base. He resembled an angel in a painting, defiled by a demon and tainted with impure desire.
“Want it released?” Shen Liu teased, stroking Qin Mu’s member. “Beg me.” It was both a temptation and a coaxing.
Awkwardly, Qin Mu averted his gaze and said with difficulty, “Please… Let me cum…”
“Look at me and say it again,” Shen Liu demanded, his touch growing firmer.
Qin Mu’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and he pleaded, “Please, let me cum…”
Shen Liu, like a forest spirit emerging from the mist to steal souls, whispered seductively, “Say you belong to me.”
Qin Mu, unable to endure further, lowered his lashes in submission and complied, “…I belong to you, Master.”
Yet the man greedily pressed further. “Say you love me.”
At those words, Qin Mu’s gaze flickered, his lips tightly sealed. Shen Liu grazed the tip of his member playfully, narrowing his eyes in warning. “Disobedience won’t feel good.”
Qin Mu’s chest heaved violently, his eyes growing redder. He closed them in despair, then, like a martyr facing sacrifice. He leaned forward and brushed a fleeting kiss on Shen Liu’s lips.
Was that an answer?
The man paused, then laughed, delivering a sharp slap to Qin Mu’s buttocks. “So naughty, should I spank you?” He unlocked the handcuffs, scooped him up by the waist, and tossed him onto the large bed. He immediately pressed himself over him, kissing him deeply while releasing the chastity ring.
“Don’t cum until I allow it.”
Before the command fully registered, their lips and tongues entwined again. As Shen Liu invaded his mouth, he claimed his back hole once more. He thrust powerfully, slicing through the soft, wet passage like a blade. This time, instead of going deep, he quickened the pace with shallow thrusts.
This method intensified the pressure on the gland, sending pleasure bursting like fireworks in the mind. Qin Mu’s body surrendered completely, whimpering amidst the tangle of lips and saliva, his body tensing, toes curling, unable to hold back as he cum. The passage tightened with climax, sucking the intruding shaft like an eager mouth, driving Shen Liu to the edge until he, too, cum with a low groan.
In the moment, their overwhelming desire was sated. All barriers and grudges vanished as their souls and bodies communed, sensing true affection.
The afterglow of climax washed over their entwined bodies like waves on a shore, receding layer by layer. Neither moved, nor did either break the silence first. They both knew in their hearts that this reckless night of unspoken understanding would not happen again. The carnal indulgence borrowed from a game, the veiled confessions, the unguarded truths—all would vanish in the dawn’s first light. When their naked bodies donned clothes again, they would also don their roles, status, and distance. Like stars returning to their places, the constellations shifting, this fiery liquor of passion would simmer into tasteless water, used to brew two cups of tea called gentlemanly acquaintance.
To meet you is joy, yet I can only blame the moon and stars.
Through this long, absurd night, whose heart will be stirred?
The room was quiet, save for the faint ticking of the bedside clock. Qin Mu’s legs felt numb, and he shifted slightly. Shen Liu’s hand grazed his lower back. “Want more?”
Qin Mu’s expression stiffened, his face wooden as he replied, “You still up for it?”
Shen Liu tossed the condom into the trash, sat on the bed’s edge with legs spread, and grinned. “Serving the people, how could I not be?”
Qin Mu sat up, glancing at him from the corner of his eye. “At your age, better watch your health.” He moved to get a cigarette, but the earlier exertion left his legs weak, and he stumbled back onto the bed.
Shen Liu laughed, retorting, “You’re not young either. Watch yourself.”
Qin Mu’s ears reddened.
“What do you want?” the man asked.
“Cigarette.”
Shen Liu fetched one from Qin Mu’s pocket on the coat rack, lit it between his own lips, and passed it over. “Just one. Too many’s bad for you. At our age, we need to cherish life.”
The age jab lingered.
Qin Mu ignored him, took a drag, and mused that cigarettes really do feel good after sex.
“Shower together?” Shen Liu invited enthusiastically.
Qin Mu glimpsed the sticky mess on his abdomen and turned away. “You first.”
“Okay.” Shen Liu smiled and went into the bathroom.
Qin Mu leaned against the headboard, smoking. His desire-clouded mind now asserting itself in the clarity of post-coital reflection, belatedly pondering deeply.
What now, after this?
Where should he place this man?
What was Shen Liu thinking?
How would he handle this case?
The cigarette burned to its end, and no answers came. He considered lighting another but stopped, recalling Shen Liu’s words. With a helpless sigh, he stared at the bedside lamp.
Moments later, his attention shifted to the small clock nearby.
Many Doms placed timers or ticking clocks in playrooms, partly to count during punishments, partly to track time. This was an old brass clock.
Qin Mu recognised it; it was one they had used.
In Tingyun Town.
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