"He Yu, you… Get lost… Fuck off!" shouted Xie Qingcheng.
He Yu didn't fuck off. Instead, he bent down and stared into Xie Qingcheng's eyes for a long while. Then his hand slid down further to the ice-cold metal buckle of Xie Qingcheng's belt, which clicked crisply as it was undone.
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, a burst of humiliation exploding inside his mind and seeping out through every bit of his body. But the stimulation he felt was still real. His body had fallen under the control of his drug-addled hormones; it no longer belonged to him. Such an extreme yearning for relief was impossible for him to repress.
Meanwhile, He Yu soaked in every single one of Xie Qingcheng's rare reactions to desire. Each one spurred him on, encouraging him to toy with him even further. Despite his aversion to men's bodies, he pressed a hand against Xie Qingcheng, then stared into his face and asked him a question, although he knew the answer perfectly well: "Xie-ge, I thought you didn't care about sex? Why is it that I can feel you pressing against me?"
He Yu bent lower.
Exhaling against Xie Qingcheng's ear, he murmured, "Not to mention, I'm a man."
Xie Qingcheng was so furious he wanted to die. "Let go…" he rasped. "Fucking…let go of me…"
He Yu was trying to tease Xie Qingcheng, but he truly wasn't used to seduction. He let go and bent down to suck the blood off Xie Qingcheng's lips. Xie Qingcheng forcefully twisted away, causing He Yu's lips to press against his soft, sweat-soaked earlobe instead. The searing heat made his scalp prickle.
"Why are you avoiding me?" He Yu wrenched Xie Qingcheng's face back. "It's not like we haven't kissed before." He lowered his head and brought their mouths together once again.
His bloodthirstiness was only a pathological impulse, but at the moment their lips touched, he felt a thrill more pleasurable to him than the metallic scent of blood.
Perhaps it was human nature. When you had some mental obstacle you'd yet to cross, it was like you were faced with a dark forest, the shadows so deep you couldn't see your own outstretched hand—a place you'd refuse to step into no matter what. But once you took that first step and caught a whiff of the cloying fragrance of the wildflowers within the darkness, those hesitant steps would speed up. You'd think to yourself, So this is what this place is like. There's nothing to be afraid of. And your previous obstacles wouldn't feel like they mattered at all.
He Yu had kissed Xie Qingcheng before. But back then, he hadn't been in a sober state of mind and couldn't remember too many details. This time, as he sank into the slick, scalding heat of their kiss, he didn't let go even when the blood was quickly licked away. He kept caressing those soft, alcohol-soaked lips with his own. Xie Qingcheng was such a cold and unyielding person, but his lips were extremely tender. The delicate flesh seemed as if it could melt in his mouth, like berries soaked in wine. He Yu felt a faint current jolt up from the base of his spine, thrilling and prickling with arousal. It was a shame this sensation didn't last for very long, though, as a sharp pain suddenly lanced through his lip.
"Xie Qingcheng, you bit me?"
He Yu stroked the corner of his mouth—it was bleeding.
Xie Qingcheng's lips were drenched with crimson. Even the rims of his eyes had gone red, and he was panting so hard he couldn't speak.
He Yu stared at him for a moment. He looked as if he was going to flare into fury, but he took a sharp turn and gave a cryptic sneer before fearlessly dipping his head to exchange another bloody kiss with Xie Qingcheng.
Xie Qingcheng was truly disoriented. He'd forgotten that He Yu craved blood and didn't fear any pain, that this would only add fuel to the fire and heighten his excitement.
In their second kiss, the metallic taste of blood filled their mouths. Young people couldn't help but be overeager with this sort of thing, filled with a potent desire, savage and uncontrollable. He Yu tried to pry open Xie Qingcheng's teeth during the kiss so he could shove his tongue into his mouth, but of course, Xie Qingcheng refused to let him in, his eyes red as he silently kept his mouth closed. His disgust rose, and after enduring for a while longer, he reached his limit and steeled himself to try to bite He Yu again.
But as soon as he parted his teeth just barely, the boy charged in without the slightest reservation, as though wholly unafraid of his sharp tongue and sharper teeth. Xie Qingcheng was shaking all over with hateful fury, but just as he was about to savage He Yu again, He Yu, as if predicting his next move, picked him up from the sofa and set him on his lap without breaking their kiss.
Xie Qingcheng's face blanched. He found himself sitting on something solid and scalding hot. He could feel the young man's sinister, impulsive, still-contained desire even through their clothes.
Xie Qingcheng, a man who'd suffered all sorts of major upheavals throughout his life, who'd stood before the most dangerous surgeries with unparalleled calm and peerless composure, felt so much dread in this moment that his scalp seemed to tighten with it. He couldn't believe what was happening to him, and in his shock, he forgot to bite He Yu.
He Yu cloyingly explored every centimeter of his mouth, both out of curiosity and the desire to humiliate him to the fullest. By the time Xie Qingcheng escaped from his fog of terror, He Yu had already retreated. But their lips were still very close together, so close the slightest movement would bring them back into contact. Silvery threads of saliva hung between their slick, reddened mouths, hanging on the verge of separation, as if they'd kiss again in the next moment and merge seamlessly back together.
"Xie Qingcheng…" Lashes fluttering, with their foreheads still pressed together, He Yu whispered in a low, hoarse rasp, "Come on, bite me. The harder you bite, the more blood will spill…and the more enjoyable it'll be for me."
He turned to press his lips against the throbbing pulse of Xie Qingcheng's neck, over a wound that he had bitten into the skin in his earlier fit of madness. The blood had yet to dry and stood out stark against Xie Qingcheng's skin like a red mole. He Yu mouthed over that vulnerable stretch of skin repeatedly, murmuring into it as intimate as a lover's whisper. "Remember, I'm a psy…cho."
He Yu grabbed Xie Qingcheng by the waist and thrust his hips upward, listening with absolute satisfaction as Xie Qingcheng cried out in extreme fury laced with hints of fear.
Xie Qingcheng panted breathlessly. On the one hand, this type of sexual contact felt very pleasurable; regardless of whether it was moral, or with someone of the same sex, being drugged with an aphrodisiac made him desperate for release. But at the same time, he could still grasp at the final wisp of his rationality. He ground out, his voice hoarse, "He Yu, let go. If you do this, I'll…"
"You'll what? Tell Xie Xue? Do you want me to break the news on your behalf? Let her know that her godlike gege is currently being pinned beneath her student, being kissed and caressed, about to get fucked all night long…"
His words struck through Xie Qingcheng's disorientation like a bolt of lightning. The last hints of color drained from his face.
"No? Then perhaps the police? It's not like I forced you into this. You were the one who drank that liquor and couldn't handle the effects. It's just intoxicated misbehavior; do you really think they'll do anything? At most, we'll end up making tabloid headlines. I have no sense of shame. I don't care. But I wonder how those students of yours will look at you when you stand at the lectern in the future, Professor Xie."
With a sneer on his lips, He Yu closely examined Xie Qingcheng's pale face.
"A man who's been fucked by a student from a neighboring university? When the time comes, I doubt I'll be the only one they see as a psycho."
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes.
"I'm a very reasonable person. I'm giving you a choice. The phone is right here. Whether you use it is up to you."
Xie Qingcheng said nothing.
He Yu knew that he was trapped. Even a man like him was helpless sometimes. He stared at Xie Qingcheng for a while longer, as if trying to engrave the man's current appearance deep into his mind.
Xie Qingcheng had witnessed his stupidity for years without telling him a thing. Now it was He Yu's turn—he wanted his own chance to watch Xie Qingcheng lose his composure. And, as it turned out, this course of action would give him everything he wanted.
This thought made him even more excited, so he went to kiss Xie Qingcheng's lips again, indulging in that soft flesh.
Even though Xie Qingcheng didn't call anyone to save him, and even as the torment of Plum Fragrance 59 gnawed at him like a thousand ants chewing at his insides, he endured and did not react at all to He Yu's kiss. His peach-blossom eyes had frozen into ice, while his lashes seemed to have frosted over. And so, after a momentary entanglement, He Yu's initial satisfaction began to wear off.
It was like kissing an ice statue. No matter what he did, no matter how he provoked or degraded him, Xie Qingcheng remained silent.
How cold. So cold it infuriated He Yu. But it also made him feel the urgent need to shatter this rigid layer of ice, like ice-fishing in winter. He wanted to break Xie Qingcheng open, gouge him apart, and pierce him through. To reach the yielding, bountiful water underneath.
As this whim flashed through his head, He Yu's greedy ambition swelled even further. The desire to bore through the ice in search of water became terrifyingly urgent. Although Xie Qingcheng could no doubt sense it, his hands had been bound and his whole body was limp from the strong liquor he'd drunk, so he couldn't break free. All he could do was stare at He Yu viciously through bloodshot eyes.
He Yu's hands roamed beneath the loosened shirt. After finishing up some sort of exploration, he looked up to meet Xie Qingcheng's eyes. Eventually, as if provoked by Xie Qingcheng's misty yet still viciously frigid gaze, the youth's blood started to burn. Even the shirt that barely covered Xie Qingcheng's body presented too much of an obstruction to him.
If Xie Qingcheng was trying to be all neat and ascetic, then He Yu just had to turn him into a complete wreck and feast upon the sight.
He Yu looked at the man in his arms. Xie Qingcheng's shirt had long since slipped down to his elbows, his broad, sturdy chest fully exposed to the young man's eyes. It was even covered in the faint red marks He Yu had left with his lips and teeth.
He Yu gazed darkly at the man in front of him for a long time. Xie Qingcheng used to be a piece of cake he couldn't afford, someone he couldn't manage to keep. He'd even tried to make his own sister stay away from He Yu.
Very well… Very well.
Then he'd just make Xie Qingcheng reap what he sowed and repay him with his own body!
He Yu was painfully hard and swollen. He didn't want to wait anymore, and his madness surged through the last of his reservations. He picked Xie Qingcheng up, his hands digging into his waist as he carried him deeper into the inner chamber of the private room.
"He Yu! Let go! Put me down!"
The inner chamber was a lounge room, and it was decorated suggestively, with dim lighting and even rose petals scattered on the bed. He Yu scoffed out loud at the sight before tossing Xie Qingcheng directly onto the bed and pinning him down with his own tall, heavy body before Xie Qingcheng had the chance to struggle upright.
By this point, no matter how straight Xie Qingcheng was, he truly did believe that He Yu was going to follow through on his threat. The tendons of Xie Qingcheng's bound hands bulged as his nails sank into his palms, and he trembled violently.
"You…" he rasped with bloodshot eyes, "You fucker, if you dare do this to me… Just wait and see…how I'll deal with you!"
He Yu didn't waste any breath on him whatsoever. He'd also had some liquor, and Xie Qingcheng's appearance had riled him up so much that he felt like his brain was on fire. He yanked open the bedside drawer without a word. Digging through it hastily, he found a box of condoms, which he tore apart. Then, right there before Xie Qingcheng's bloodless face, he unzipped his jeans and pushed down his underwear.
When the young man's dick sprang out, even the habitually composed Xie Qingcheng felt his mind go blank. His lust-flushed face was overtaken by a terror so great that it even took the edge off his drug-induced desire.
It was too terrifying. The events that were transpiring and the youth's size—both were far too horrifying.
He Yu looked up. His eyes were so twisted they no longer resembled those of an ordinary human. He knelt beside Xie Qingcheng, and that thick, veiny cock gave off a faintly musky scent as he shoved it in Xie Qingcheng's face.
Xie Qingcheng's voice shook. "He Yu… You motherfucker…"
In the dim light, He Yu took out a condom with one hand and quickly slipped it over his hard, scalding length. He didn't care how Xie Qingcheng cursed him. He didn't plan to waste breath on Xie Qingcheng at all. His eyes were already blazing red, completely absent of rationality. All he wanted was to fuck the man in front of him.
Grabbing Xie Qingcheng by the waist and lifting his long legs, He Yu lined himself up and tried to shove his way in.
Xie Qingcheng already found sleeping with another man absolutely unacceptable, but it looked like He Yu wanted to go all the way to home base. He didn't think kissing, groping, or using hands or mouths was enough—he wanted to go inside on his first try!
Xie Qingcheng broke down completely. "Fuck off! Get the fuck off! He Yu, you're fucking insane! What's wrong with you?!"
In response, He Yu only manhandled his legs even more savagely, forcing him to wrap them around his waist. He Yu turned to press a kiss to the side of Xie Qingcheng's leg, sending another irrepressible thrill of satisfaction through Xie Qingcheng amidst his immense terror and fury.
After kissing him, He Yu tried to push into Xie Qingcheng once more.
This truly was something that only a virgin could have done—and a straight virgin at that. Frowning, He Yu took a few tries to line himself up properly, but by the time he'd painstakingly pressed the searing tip of his cock to Xie Qingcheng's entrance, he found it was so tight that he couldn't thrust in at all.
He Yu was deeply irritated, and his dick was achingly hot and hard; his hunger to be inside Xie Qingcheng was driving him insane. He stared down at Xie Qingcheng with an unnatural bloody glint in his eyes.
"Why won't it go in?" he demanded, panting as he continued trying to force it.
Xie Qingcheng was dazed and aching all over, countless impulses exploding through his mind. It was impossible for him to think straight through the extreme psychological humiliation and insane physiological stimulation.
Having run out of patience, He Yu grabbed Xie Qingcheng by the waist and dragged him closer. The youth's hot sweat assaulted Xie Qingcheng's senses, becoming an intense aphrodisiac. It dripped from He Yu's body, landing on Xie Qingcheng's sturdy chest as he bucked his hips forward, grinding and thrusting at him incessantly and roughly urging, "Let me in…"
Xie Qingcheng's eyes were already scarlet. "Like hell I'd let you… Fuck off!"
It was He Yu's first time trying to fuck somebody. Driven by emotion and lust, even his breathing had become intensely ragged. He gave Xie Qingcheng's flushed body a dark glare. Struck by inspiration amidst his sheer discomfort at being unable to shove his way in, he reached down to probe at that small hidden opening with his fingers.
Xie Qingcheng gasped before biting furiously down on his lip at once. His face had gone white. Of course a finger could fit, but in all his years of life, no one had ever tried to enter him like this. Humiliated and in pain, he didn't find it pleasurable at all, and his erection began to flag.
But He Yu seemed to have figured out what to do. Watching Xie Qingcheng calmly, he pushed his finger into him, mimicking the rapid thrusting motions of sex until Xie Qingcheng began to frown and shake his head again and again. He Yu's eyes darkened further, and when he sensed that the opening had relaxed slightly, he impatiently added another finger.
When the second finger entered him and quickly began to thrust, Xie Qingcheng was driven even further past his limits. He'd already bitten his lower lip bloody, and his eyes were dazed and unfocused.
As a doctor, he knew what the last step of gay sex was. He understood that given He Yu's level of ability as a straight virgin, he was about to endure untold suffering tonight. In his delirium, Xie Qingcheng instinctively tried to turn and look for a lubricant. He caught sight of a bottle of lube in the bedside drawer that He Yu had yet to close.
But that type of lube was for women… Even if it had been for men, Xie Qingcheng still couldn't possibly speak up. He had his pride. No matter how much torment he was going through, no matter how destructive it was for his mental state, he still had his pride.
He only glanced at the bottle before he turned away and covered his eyes with his wounded arm to avoid the nightmarish scene before him.
He Yu had already gotten three fingers in, but Xie Qingcheng was still very dry. The condom was lubricated, but it wasn't enough for a man.
He Yu recalled the strange expression on Xie Qingcheng's face when he'd turned his head a moment ago. A wisp of lucidity returned amidst his all-consuming lust as he looked askance with his almond eyes. It was then that he saw the bottle of lube in the drawer, with words such as "For Her Pleasure" faintly visible on the packaging…
He Yu panted out a breath. He rose slightly and shoved Xie Qingcheng's face down. He didn't say a word, but his actions were those one would take with a bitch to be muzzled, commanding him to sit and behave, degrading in the extreme. He went to grab that tube of lubricant, squeezed it open, and smeared the product over his hand. He stroked it over himself, then scooped up some more and shoved it roughly into Xie Qingcheng's hole.
Xie Qingcheng gave a muffled grunt and the veins in his neck protruded as He Yu fingered him savagely.
Although this lube had a sensitizing effect on women and wasn't as effective on men, it worked more than well enough as a lubricating agent. This time, He Yu found it had become noticeably easier to fuck into Xie Qingcheng. He stared dark-eyed at how his fingers made that pale entrance twitch and gape as the lubricant squelched with each thrust. Some of the milky white fluid even seeped out along the rim.
He Yu could feel his own breath burning even hotter. His cock was so hard, he couldn't wait even a second longer. He withdrew his fingers all at once, bringing traces of sticky fluid with them. He could feel the way Xie Qingcheng's abdomen shuddered.
Adjusting the condom, he lined himself up once again with Xie Qingcheng's softened hole.
"Xie Qingcheng." He Yu, who'd been mostly engrossed in his task and working in silence, finally spoke. There was a mad glint in his eyes, along with a boundless and unfathomable lust. He nudged the tip of his cock at the entrance to Xie Qingcheng's body, pressing against it but not pushing in. With Xie Qingcheng's legs wrapped around his waist, He Yu leaned forward and grabbed him by the chin. "Do you know that I'm about to fuck you?"
"You fucking…"
"You haven't ever been fucked here, have you? Then you'd better take your time feeling it. Get a good taste of how I'll fuck you inside, just like how you used to fuck your wife."
The thick cock that had spent so long pressed intimately to that soft opening suddenly shoved in with a savage burst of force.
"Ah!" Caught off guard, Xie Qingcheng cried out with his eyes wide, trembling all over.
He Yu also gasped. A spurt of lubricant was pushed out with a squelch, splashing between their connected bodies.
Neither of them made another sound for a while. The room was filled with raging waves of desire and heat, and everything felt as if it were happening through a misty haze, like an absurd dream.
But it was all real.
Xie Xue was fake, He Yu thought, but the fact that he was fucking Xie Qingcheng was real. What was this world coming to…
Xie Qingcheng felt completely destroyed. He was a manly man to the core, but right now, he was being forcefully fucked by a boy who was still in college, and his legs were spread open like a woman's as that boy plunged in. He could even feel He Yu throbbing inside him from the burst of intense stimulation.
This sensation hurt him worse than death. But at the same time, the lustful cravings brought on by the drug made him feel a borderline perverted thrill.
Once he'd plunged inside, He Yu clenched his teeth, his own scalp beginning to prickle with heat. He had never imagined that he would get in bed with a man before, so he had never realized that fucking a man's body would feel so good. Overwhelming pleasure crashed down over him like a tsunami. As a virgin, he had no sexual experience, and Xie Qingcheng was even tighter than a woman. Hot and tight, under the effect of the aphrodisiac, that tiny entrance was eagerly sucking him in like a little mouth, enveloping him and welcoming him in. When he thrust inside, he only barely managed to stop himself from coming on the spot.
And then there was Xie Qingcheng's hoarse yet passionate cry. Though it had merely been something that slipped out when Xie Qingcheng was caught off guard, the thrill of it was enough to ruin him. He had never heard Xie Qingcheng make that sort of sound before.
He Yu took a moment to catch his breath. Then, seeking even more stimulation and response, he swallowed and leaned down to grab Xie Qingcheng's face. "Doctor Xie, you're so tight inside, hot and tight…"
As he spoke, he started to move his hips in a shallow back-and-forth motion, the kind of gentle fucking that was more of a dragging friction. He wedged his hips tightly between Xie Qingcheng's thighs, and every time he drew out only a little before pushing back into him, slow and deep.
"Ah…" Xie Qingcheng was also losing his mind.
He had never felt such arousal before. The drug made his body extremely receptive to any kind of sexual contact, and all his reactions were amplified. The shock of He Yu forcing himself on him had left him unable to catch up with the situation at first, and the light in both of his eyes was a scattered mess. Almost subconsciously, he began to cry out hoarsely in time with He Yu's movements.
But as the feeling of intrusion and tingling sensation grew stronger and stronger inside his body, Xie Qingcheng sobered up slightly. Once he realized that those frighteningly hoarse cries, thick with lust, were coming from his own throat, he bit down on his lip, refusing to let even the slightest of moans escape him.
But that handful of cries was enough for He Yu. Hearing that impassioned voice that his Doctor Xie had never let out before sent his arousal into overdrive. He grabbed Xie Qingcheng's waist and sped up his movements, plunging violently into that soft, tight embrace with all his strength.
Skin slapped against skin. The mattress shook violently as the sound of bodies colliding echoed through the sequestered lounge room.
Xie Qingcheng couldn't take He Yu's sudden change of pace, suddenly going from fucking him slowly to slamming urgently into his insides with no sense of restraint. Xie Qingcheng's handsome face shattered completely as his body was rocked by He Yu's thrusts.
After fucking him for a while and getting no response, He Yu became dissatisfied once more. Panting quietly, he looked down at Xie Qingcheng's face and tried to provoke and humiliate him further. "Aren't you the epitome of propriety? Hmm? What proper doctor would moan like this on his own patient's cock… Go on, moan again. Are you trying to seduce me with that voice? How badly do you want me to fuck you like this… You've been sucking me in this whole time… Can't you feel it?"
He Yu slammed into Xie Qingcheng even harder as he spoke, thrusting nearly balls deep inside him on a few of his thrusts.
It was too good. He Yu had never felt so good before. Wave after wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. Xie Qingcheng was so hot inside, and with all the lubricant He Yu had used, he was wet, too, surrounding the condom with white froth as He Yu thrust in. The wet sounds were a continuous reminder to the two people desperately entangled with each other on the bed: they were doing it. A grown man and a teenage boy; a truly absurd relationship.
He Yu was fucking Xie Qingcheng wildly, furiously, starving for warmth.
The slap of colliding bodies, Xie Qingcheng's low gasps, He Yu's mumbled words of depravity, and the heavy creaking of the rocking bed all echoed through the room nonstop.
As He Yu lost himself in the heights of pleasure, he suddenly felt something warm and hard rub against him. He looked down, only for his eyes to darken even further.
He took a moment to gather himself. Then, with another deep thrust into Xie Qingcheng's trembling, sweat-slick body, he leaned down and breathed quietly against the messy hair of Xie Qingcheng's temples. "Look at how hard you've gotten with my cock in you."
"Motherfucker!" Xie Qingcheng's eyes were fierce, as if he were about to take a vicious bite out of He Yu, but he couldn't seem to raise his voice. His whole being was in shambles.
He Yu nipped at Xie Qingcheng's neck as he ground into him again and again, that slick cock thrusting and sliding inside him. Xie Qingcheng could even feel the aggressive raised vein along the young man's length. His legs trembled as the waves of tingling and tightening pleasure inside his body drove him to the brink of madness. He nearly began to cry out again, but he forced the sound back down his throat.
He hadn't forgotten what he had said before. Humans were different from animals because they could control themselves in the face of desire. He couldn't control his physiological reactions, but at the very least, he could control his words and voice. He could control his heart.
He Yu's gaze turned cold as ice yet slimy with unwelcome intimacy. "All these fighting words. You're saying you want me to fuck you till you come tonight, is that right?"
"Get the fuck off… Motherfucker! Nngh!"
He Yu's response was to slam into him like a beast, spraying fluids everywhere.
Xie Qingcheng couldn't bear it anymore, and the world flashed before his eyes. These thrusts were forceful, vicious, and rushed, almost desperate. They were so rough that Xie Qingcheng struggled to breathe; his eyes lost focus, and his awareness began to dissociate as he was forcefully railed. In this half-conscious state, it felt like his body didn't even belong to him.
Dark. Everything in front of him had gone dark.
But the physical sensations coming from his body remained clear and distinct. He could feel his lower body being penetrated at a frantic pace, the pleasurable thrill from the stimulation of one particular spot making him wish he could just die.
There was also He Yu's sweat dripping down from his chest, drop after drop, falling from his incessantly rocking body onto Xie Qingcheng's abdomen.
Limp and insensate with pleasure, Xie Qingcheng was breaking down completely…
Amid the haze, he heard He Yu pant an old resentment into his ear. "Didn't you say before that I didn't have the money to hire you? What about now? Never mind hiring you, I'm fucking you right now—are you satisfied?"
Then He Yu pulled out, and after swapping the condom, he thrust back inside Xie Qingcheng with violent force and began to fuck him wildly.
He Yu buried his face in the crook of Xie Qingcheng's sweat-soaked neck. As he pushed into Xie Qingcheng again, into that place as soft as the tender meat inside a clamshell, he caught a whiff of the fragrance he'd coaxed from this man's body.
In the midst of his intense arousal, He Yu didn't even realize that he had thought the word "fragrance" to describe the scent on Xie Qingcheng's body.
He had always disliked Xie Qingcheng's scent. It was like tissue paper, like ice-cold medicine, making him think of whitewashed hospital walls and the harsh smell of disinfectant.
But when it was blended with the warmth that He Yu had ravished out of him, the essence of the scent seemed to have changed. Ice turned to water, and water turned to steam. Shrouded in this warm fog, Xie Qingcheng went from that ever-indifferent, unfeeling doctor to a wretched and trembling plaything beneath his body.
The pleasure of domination and revenge made the scent of Xie Qingcheng's body seem like the fragrance of an opium poppy.
He Yu fucked Xie Qingcheng too many times that night. Without any of his usual composure and skillful ease, he really was just a brainless little rascal, thrusting into Xie Qingcheng uncontrollably again and again. Xie Qingcheng stayed nearly silent throughout the entire process. He even suppressed his panting breaths, leaving his lower lip mottled with blood from the way he kept biting himself.
The drug made his whole body burn red-hot, and whenever he was fucked in a certain spot, it felt too good—so good he got hard again, so good he came.
But mentally, he couldn't endure it.
He had straight man cancer to begin with—he suffered the paternal variant of the disease and thought very highly of himself. On top of that, he was indifferent to sex. He would simply rather die than endure the things He Yu was doing to him.
He looked past his sweat-dampened lashes at the well-built silhouette of the young man in his hazy field of vision. Perhaps it was to add to his sense of shame, but not once this entire night—even when they had gotten onto this big bed, even up to this very moment—had He Yu taken off his clothes. He had only pulled down the fly of his jeans.
The boy was dressed neatly from head to toe, while the man didn't have a single stitch of clothing on him.
Suddenly, a cell phone rang and startled He Yu.
He leaned forward to pick up his phone. He looked at the caller ID, then answered it in a hoarse rasp. "Hello?"
"You haven't gone to bed yet, have you?" The call was from He Jiwei.
"Nope," He Yu replied in a gloomy voice, thrusting forcefully into the man beneath him while taking his father's call.
"How's your injury?"
"Everything's fine."
"Your mother and I will be back in a few days. We'll be staying for a while longer before we leave again this time. Remember to come back home for dinner. Don't stay out overnight on your own."
He Yu hummed in assent.
He Jiwei paused and then asked, "It's so late. Have you gotten home yet?"
He Yu paused.
Of course, he couldn't tell He Jiwei that he hadn't gone home yet because he'd gone and bedded an old man thirteen years his senior at a club. And that the man was Xie Qingcheng, no less.
But a thrill ran through him at the thought, making his already-hard cock swell even further. He thrust into Xie Qingcheng slowly but ruthlessly, over and over, until even the toes of the man underneath him were curled taut. Xie Qingcheng's face and body were both drenched in sweat, but he still didn't make a single sound. As he fucked him, He Yu replied in a low voice, "I'm still out with a friend."
"Oh," He Jiwei said. "Well, you should get home soon, it's getting late. And don't get mixed up with any shady characters. They'll be a bad influence on you."
Unable to resist, He Yu restrained the sound of his panting and thrust in deeper. This sort of slow fucking was torture, insufficient to slake the thirst of his desire. He put the call on speakerphone and tossed his phone to the side. Then he grabbed Xie Qingcheng, carried him over to the side of the bed, and stepped off the bed himself. Still on the phone with his father, He Yu pinned Xie Qingcheng down again at the edge of the mattress and pounded into him ruthlessly, trying to force a sound out of Xie Qingcheng's mouth even as he was already on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Xie Qingcheng's body rocked with each impact as the bed shuddered in concert with a series of muffled thumping noises.
He Jiwei didn't notice, or perhaps he simply couldn't fathom that He Yu would get up to any trouble in his personal life, so he carried on speaking to He Yu as he normally would. He Yu listened absentmindedly, grunting in perfunctory affirmation from time to time. Then he lowered his head to kiss and suck on Xie Qingcheng's thin lips, thrusting deep into him as the mattress creaked dully. The slick, wet sounds of their kiss seeped into their eardrums.
Xie Qingcheng finally reached the limits of his endurance. He opened his eyes and gave He Yu a furious glare as he hissed with overwhelming hatred, "He Yu…"
He Yu hadn't anticipated that Xie Qingcheng would actually dare utter a word. He shifted upright and shoved a hand over Xie Qingcheng's nose and mouth. The look in his eyes was ferocious, but he still maintained his concentration and held his breath.
As expected, He Jiwei paused. "Your friend?"
"Mm."
"Which one?"
"You don't know him."
With He Jiwei deterred, He Yu stared relentlessly at Xie Qingcheng's face. His expression was predatory, filled with more hateful resentment than desire. He looked Xie Qingcheng up and down, taking the measure of this man who was covered in the marks of dominance he had left all over his body. There was even a streak of cum that he had maliciously smeared on his cheek.
"All right then, Dad, if there's nothing else, I'm gonna hang up first. I'll head home soon."
"Okay."
As the phone screen went dark, He Yu's expression darkened along with it. He grabbed Xie Qingcheng's face. "You have the nerve?"
Xie Qingcheng's voice came out unbelievably hoarse from between the flash of his gritted teeth, yet his words were still cold and ruthless to the extreme. "You're the one acting like a little bitch."
In response to this humiliating rebuke, He Yu seized Xie Qingcheng's hair and dragged him to the middle of the bed. He then climbed onto the bed himself and grabbed Xie Qingcheng by the waist, forcing him onto all fours. He looped an arm around him, propping one hand against the sagging mattress and gripping Xie Qingcheng's waist with the other, squeezing hard enough to leave black and purple marks. Leaning over Xie Qingcheng's body, he fucked into him wildly in retaliation. Xie Qingcheng tried to crawl forward to get away from him, but He Yu pulled him back even more fiercely than before with a violent yank on his hair.
Xie Qingcheng felt like he was about to be smashed to pieces, like he was about to fall apart. His legs were so shaky they nearly collapsed beneath him. His vision kept flashing dark even as he felt He Yu snake a hand around his abdomen and press his lips close to the back of his ear. He Yu breathed heavily as he berated him, "Still so close-lipped, huh? If you wanna be fucked to death, just say so! I think men are disgusting, but as long as you want it, I'll make sure you're satisfied."
Xie Qingcheng was in so much pain he couldn't speak as he leaned over the obscene mess they'd made of the mattress. Even though He Yu had already loosened the restraints on his wrists, he truly had no strength left to struggle. Clawing at the bed, he could only grasp intermittently at the wrinkled bed sheets.
Suddenly, He Yu grabbed his hand, his fingers folding over his own as if he wanted to subdue him like this forever. Their fingers interlocked against the mattress. Sweat dripped from the young man's body and landed on Xie Qingcheng's back, scalding the bruised skin there like beads of hot wax.
Xie Qingcheng's toes curled in both pain and pleasure. He Yu fucked him with inhuman stamina for more than half an hour before Xie Qingcheng finally felt that he was going to come again. With only the thin rubber of the condom between them, he could feel the hard, hot length buried inside him throb dangerously, swollen and scalding. It was as if He Yu's unrelenting thrusts had made it into a branding iron, shoving deep into his abdomen like it was about to pierce through his belly.
"Ah… Ahhhh… Aah! "
In the end, Xie Qingcheng couldn't hold back a hoarse cry as he completely lost all sense of rationality. The drug had made his body unusually sensitive. He couldn't help himself from sucking in and clamping down on the cock that brought such a maddening, almost terrifying pleasure to his body, and no matter how much he rejected the mere idea of it, he still tightened wetly around it as he felt it pulse inside him.
In the end, He Yu viciously snapped his hips forward as he panted on top of Xie Qingcheng, driving balls deep into him as he came in spurts. As He Yu reached his climax, Xie Qingcheng came too, just like that, from being fucked from behind by a teenager…
Gasping for breath, eyes unfocused and body drenched in sweat after this ferocious pounding and release, he was finally veritably fucked unconscious.