Extra 2.2

Time may be endless and ignorant, but this life is both finite and interesting, because someone loves you, and you just so happen to love them too.

The moment Bian Yiqiu set his stance and pressed in, Ke Mingxuan knew exactly what was coming. If he were his old self, he wouldn’t even consider tolerating being on the receiving end. But this was Bian Yiqiu, someone who could bring him to his knees and cloud his mind with nothing but desire.

So when that thick cock pushed into his entrance, he didn’t resist. He cooperated by raising his hips slightly. As Bian Yiqiu drove forward, Ke Mingxuan did his best to relax his body.

The pain was excruciating. He bit down hard, his fist slamming into the tiled wall. Bian Yiqiu had never been one to show mercy, and Ke Mingxuan was far from delicate. The pain was real, but so was the abrupt fullness that stretched him open, the sensation heightened by the rough grinding and firm stroking from the front.

He rested his forehead against the wall, panting as he adjusted to the strange mix of sensations attacking him from both ends. His thighs trembled uncontrollably.

Bian Yiqiu held him tightly, biting at his earlobe and neck while murmuring softly. At the same time, he moved his hips in slow, deliberate thrusts.

Bian Yiqiu panted heavily. “Baby… you’re squeezing me to death…”

The tight, searing warmth of Ke Mingxuan was something Bian Yiqiu hadn’t felt in a long time. That rarely touched place clamped down on him with such force that every inch of the tender flesh seemed to grip him like a vice. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself fully inside, but every thrust was met with an instinctive spasm from Ke Mingxuan’s body. The contractions were so intense that he had no choice but to pull back, afraid he might lose control and finish embarrassingly fast.

That would be so fucking humiliating!

With a groan of restraint, Bian Yiqiu pressed his lips firmly against Ke Mingxuan’s neck. Just beneath the thin layer of skin was the throbbing pulse of his carotid artery, so close it felt like their bloodstreams were intertwined. The space between them was less than nonexistent, they were utterly fused together.

As Bian Yiqiu greedily sucked and kissed, Ke Mingxuan’s breaths grew increasingly ragged. The burning heat of lust coursed through his entire body. Whether it was the part being invaded, the part being gripped, or the parts being kissed and sucked, every nerve in his body was screaming for release. His voice, hoarse with frustration, cut through the haze.

“Are you fucking going to do it or not?”

That snapped the last thread of Bian Yiqiu’s restraint. He plunged in with full force, driving himself to the hilt. The moment of patience he’d intended to offer was forgotten as the situation called for something else. Neither of them was suited for gentleness. Whether on top or bottom, they both craved raw, unfiltered passion.

So Bian Yiqiu thrust hard, tearing through the trembling, constricted flesh. The thin layer of warm water between them barely counted as lubrication. The tight, slick walls gripped his hypersensitive cock, and the relentless friction tore moans from Ke Mingxuan’s lips. This voice was nothing like the one Ke Mingxuan used when he was on top. It was low and raspy, with a trembling, nasal undertone. Each moan felt like a hook sinking straight into Bian’s heart, unraveling his composure and sending heat surging down to his groin

He was so hard it hurt. One hand roughly stroked the cock in his grip, while the other slid upward over Ke Mingxuan’s trembling abdomen. His fingers brushed past his chest and cruelly pinched his nipple. Those tiny buds hardened under the intense arousal, and Bian Yiqiu twisted it between his fingers as he licked his neck.

“I want to fuck you to death,” he growled.

Ke Mingxuan heard him, but he couldn’t summon the clarity to respond. One arm braced against his forehead, trying to steady himself against the wall as his body was repeatedly pushed forward. The other hand reached back, clutching at Bian Yiqiu’s waist. His ragged breaths replaced any attempt at words, his fingers dug into the hard muscles of Bian Yiqiu’s side. That almost encouraging gesture was all it took to ignite Bian Yiqiu completely.

He repeated it again.

“I’m going to fuck you to death.”

At some point amidst their frenzied movements, the showerhead was accidentally switched on. The steamy heat in the stall was replaced by the sticky, humid rhythm of their bodies colliding. Bian Yiqiu’s hands clamped tightly around Ke Mingxuan’s waist, the neglected “little Ke” swung wildly in front with every fierce thrust from behind. A suspiciously white fluid sprayed forward, splattering across the tiles and onto Ke Mingxuan’s thighs.

When he came the first time, Ke Mingxuan wasn’t even sure whether it was from being fucked or from the friction. But now he knew, because the fierce pounding from behind had already brought him back to full hardness.

In this near-mad torment of pleasure, Ke Mingxuan started without resistance and ended with none left to give. All he could do was surrender himself completely. His occasional disordered moans escaped amidst the fucking, while Bian Yiqiu kept murmuring, alternating between biting kisses along his neck and jaw and asking whether this or that spot felt good.

Ke Mingxuan had lost all control over his words and body. His eyes were wet, the corners shimmering with unshed tears, and his peach blossom gaze, usually composed and sharp, was now awash in uncontrollable tides of passion. In the peak of ecstasy, moisture spilled from the corners of his eyes, unbidden and raw.

“Enough… I can’t… no more…” he whimpered, his voice trembling with exhaustion and desperation.

“More,” Bian Yiqiu countered. His expression was wild with pleasure, his brows twitching uncontrollably. Ke Mingxuan’s body, once taut with tension, had been utterly ravaged into limp exhaustion. The only thing holding him upright was Bian Yiqiu’s firm grip around his waist.

The sticky mess between Ke Mingxuan’s legs, a mix of water, cum, and sweat, filled the confined space with a heady, intoxicating scent that drove Bian Yiqiu to the brink of madness. Every trace of it belonged to Ke Mingxuan, the man he loved to his very core.

He freed one hand and gently cupped KenMingxuan’s jaw, tilting his face upward for a kiss.

In the fervent clash of their lips, amidst the heat and urgency, Bian Yiqiu murmured against him, “I love you.”

Ke Mingxuan’s tongue flicked out briefly, licking Bian Yiqiu’s lips. He didn’t respond verbally but let a faint smile curve at the corner of his mouth. Then, he pressed his hips back, fully meeting the man behind him and accepting everything he had to give.

In the end, Ke Mingxuan only regained his strength after dozing off briefly in the bathtub. This was precisely why he didn’t like being the one on the receiving end. He couldn’t understand why, as the one bearing it, his stamina always seemed to drain faster than the person doing all the physical work.

But what he disliked most was this feeling of losing control.

Truly, men needed to learn restraint.

Yet, when he opened his eyes and saw Bian Yiqiu resting with his eyes closed, one arm wrapped tightly around him, he couldn’t help but take a long, careful look at the man beside him.

They were entering their seventh year together. They had faced life and death side by side and were raising a four-year-old child together.

Time flowed endlessly and without awareness, yet life itself remained finite and brimming with meaning, because someone loved him deeply, and he, by some miracle, loved that person just as fiercely in return.

A smile tugged Ke Mingxuan’s lips. Bian Yiqiu opened his eyes at that moment, meeting his gaze, and leaned in to press a kiss against his forehead, right above his hairline.

Ke Mingxuan lifted a hand, cupping the back of Bian Yiqiu’s head, guiding him into a deeper kiss. He laughed softly between kisses.

“I’ll allow you to be indulgent, because you’re my precious treasure.”

“But when it comes to raising the kid, you’ll have to listen to me.”