EIP 75

The table was making a rhythmic sound as it repeatedly knocked against the wall. This piece of furniture was far from sturdy, Zhou Jun thought hazily. Then, his limp body rendered weak from the intensity was scooped up into a firm embrace. Yong Jin seemed to possess boundless strength, holding him so tightly that Zhou Jun’s wounds reopened under the strain. Yet neither of them seemed to care. Like two people driven mad, their limbs entwined, unwilling to part.

The scent of lust and blood filled the air, amplifying the madness. Zhou Jun was tossed onto the makeshift bed, hastily arranged during the march. The bedding was neither soft nor smooth, but it carried a scent he found inexplicably comforting. Yong Jin stood at the edge of the bed, shedding the last of his clothes before leaning over Zhou Jun with unrestrained desire. Zhou Jun willingly opened his arms, pulling close the man who utterly captivated him.

To him, Yong Jin’s body was the embodiment of masculine beauty. It was difficult to imagine that he would one day become so obsessed with a man’s allure. Just the sight of Yong Jin’s flushed skin, glistening with sweat, the motion of his Adam’s apple, and the intensity of his deep-set eyes, ignited a throbbing ache in Zhou Jun’s lower abdomen. The soreness in his body, a lingering effect of Yong Jin’s thrusts, seemed to tighten and pulse, releasing dampness that seeped into the gray bedsheets below.

That aroused organ pressed insistently against the soft flesh of Zhou Jun’s ass. His thighs were pried apart, and Yong Jin pushed in hard. Zhou Jun let out a cry, his face flushed crimson. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, only to be licked away by Yong Jin’s tongue. His body began to rock violently again. Before long, his robe was peeled away, revealing his swollen, reddened nipples. Those sensitive points, standing erect against the pale flesh marked by fingerprints, were clear evidence of prolonged teasing.

Yong Jin’s movements paused. Sweat from his body dripped onto Zhou Jun’s bare skin, each drop making Zhou Jun shudder uncontrollably. The muscles of his passage clenched, gripping the thick cock inside him snugly. Yong Jin couldn’t hold back. His hips thrust forward fiercely, his heavy sac slapping against Zhou Jun’s ass. He plunged deeply, withdrawing with deliberate intensity, the thick member scraping against every sensitive spot within him.

The sensation was so overwhelming that Zhou Jun nearly screamed. He squeezed his eyes shut, biting down hard on the corner of the pillow.

Drool slid from the corner of his mouth as waves of pleasure overtook him. His back arched high off the bed, his body trembling with each overwhelming climax. Yong Jin was going to ruin him on this bed, he thought. Their coupling was intense, pushing him far beyond what he could endure.

His hair was damp with sweat, clinging in messy strands to his flushed cheeks. The bedsheets beneath them had been reduced to a tangled mess. Zhou Jun’s hands gripped the headboard tightly as his legs kicked weakly, his strength utterly drained. His body had been worked to the point of complete surrender, filled with a numb, tingling pleasure that left even his moans soft and powerless.

Yong Jin pulled the pillow away and kissed him deeply. Fragmented moans slipped out intermittently from their entangled lips and tongues, but the sounds of their bodies colliding were even louder, quicker, and more faster than their labored breathing. The movements were so fierce that Zhou Jun instinctively pushed against the powerful body pressing him into the mattress, desperate for reprieve. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was on the verge of breaking.

But such things, once begun, could hardly end so easily. After several shifts in position, Zhou Jun climaxed once, his entire body trembling with oversensitivity. Yong Jin withdrew his painfully hard cock from Zhou Jun’s body. By then, Zhou Jun’s nerves were so heightened that even the slightest touch felt amplified. His neck, earlobes, nipples, and waist were all targets, none were spared. Yong Jin’s hands, lips, and tongue explored every inch, leaving no part untouched. As Zhou Jun endured the immense sensations, his abdomen spasmed, and another stream of semen spilled out.

When Yong Jin entered him again, Zhou Jun’s body had turned completely pliant, melting under the onslaught. He could do nothing but accept the repeated invasion and thrusting. His legs hung limply at Yong Jin’s sides as his hands trailed weakly over Yong Jin’s straining back before settling on his firm, driving hips. Zhou Jun pressed against the hard muscle of Yong Jin’s ass, spreading his legs wider to meet him. He closed his eyes, his soft gasps laced with a syrupy sweetness that spilled from his nose and lips.

Zhou Jun’s breath was like strong wine, intoxicatingly potent and utterly enticing. His body was soft and pliant, like a piece of candied sweetness that lured Yong Jin to bite down harder, leaving marks deep enough to bleed. The pain he inflicted on Zhou Jun earned him a light slap across the ear, barely a strike, more like a heated caress.

But Yong Jin wasn’t just biting him. He was thrusting into him mercilessly. Zhou Jun’s cries and gasps mingled as he struggled to keep up with the pace. His hands, gripping Yong Jin’s moving hips, were shaken loose by the fast rhythm. They fell weakly to his sides, only to be guided back and pinned above his head. Yong Jin interlaced their fingers, his movements tugging Zhou Jun’s chest upward with every thrust. His flushed, reddened nipples stood proud, taut like ripe fruit ready to burst.

Between his spread thighs, Zhou Jun’s pale inner legs framed Yong Jin’s dark, muscular waist. The man’s body fit perfectly against his, joined together so completely it felt seamless. The bed sheets crumpled beneath them in a half-moon shape, rippling like waves across a surface, flowing with each thrust. Finally, when one of them was pulled upright, they shifted again, moving to the edge of the bed.

Zhou Jun wrapped his arms around Yong Jin’s neck, his hazy eyes catching sight of blood seeping from Yong Jin’s wounds. He could feel the pain from his own injuries too, but neither of them could stop. Even as his post-climax body trembled violently, he was forced to crest another peak. His entire frame trembled uncontrollably, his inner walls constricting with no reprieve. Covered in sweat and tears, his voice broke as he pleaded, his cries filled with desperation.

“I can’t… I really can’t… ah…”

But his pleas for mercy went unheard. Instead of offering relief, they only spurred Yong Jin’s fervent aggression, pushing him into an even wilder frenzy.

The position allowed the thick, rigid phallus to stay deeply buried inside him, with only shallow withdrawals that stirred and pressed heavily against his trembling walls. The prominent tip ground insistently, teasing the sensitive, convulsing flesh. Another thick gush of fluid spilled from his entrance, sticky and warm, a vivid reflection of their unrestrained passion. Zhou Jun cried. He had never been pushed so far, never experienced such a complete loss of composure. Yet Yong Jin showed no intention of stopping, driving deeper and claiming him without mercy. His strong hands gripped Zhou Jun’s waist, forcing him to meet each thrust.

Zhou Jun’s back arched, his torso leaning outward as he was moved to the edge of the bed. His knees dug into the hard surface, stinging with the friction and heat. The bedding had all fallen to the floor, forgotten in their feverish entanglement. Yong Jin’s pace only grew more intense. His hands left Zhou Jun’s waist and moved to grip his ass, pressing them inward before spreading them apart, revealing the ravaged, swollen, and slick entrance.

I’m going to come again, Zhou Jun thought in despair. He had already been forced to release twice, his body wrung dry and trembling. Yet the relentless stimulation brought him to the brink again. Yong Jin was insatiable, as ferocious as a wolf, devouring his flesh and soul with abandon. Zhou Jun’s arms were weak, his waist sore, and his entrance painfully swollen. The overpowering pleasure within him kept him hard, slick fluid spilled from his cock, smearing against both their stomachs and thighs.

As his climax overtook him once more, Zhou Jun’s body tensed uncontrollably. Yong Jin held him in place, driving in to the hilt, his heavy sacs slapping firmly against Zhou Jun’s entrance. With a deep groan, he released, spilling hot, thick spurts into Zhou Jun’s deepest recesses. Still unsatisfied, he leaned forward and bit down hard on Zhou Jun’s neck, leaving another raw, reddened mark.

The overwhelming sensation left Zhou Jun reeling. The thick cock inside him filled him to the point of spilling, warm liquid seeping from their joined bodies. As Yong Jin’s weight bore down on him, Zhou Jun’s legs gave out, and he collapsed backward.

Yong Jin caught him just in time, gripping his limp hand as Zhou Jun slid down onto the bedding strewn across the floor. Yong Jin’s slick, spent cock slipped free from Zhou Jun’s loosened entrance, leaving it parted and unable to close, a small opening still visible. Zhou Jun lay on the crumpled sheets, utterly exposed, his naked body covered in countless marks of passion. Only a single sock clung to one foot.

Curled up on his side, Zhou Jun wrapped his arms around his aching stomach, exhaustion overtaking him. His reddened entrance still dripped with the remnants of their union. Around his neck, a chain held a pocket watch rested against his chest. The incongruity of such an object in this state might have seemed absurd, but to Yong Jin, it was a perfect fit.

He found himself mesmerized. The sight of Zhou Jun, marked and vulnerable yet adorned with something so uniquely him, stirred an unexpected tenderness. Yong Jin climbed off the bed, scooped Zhou Jun into his arms, and cradled him gently. His fingers hooked onto the chain, lifting the pocket watch into his palm. Smiling with satisfaction, he held it close, feeling as though he’d claimed something far more precious than a fleeting moment of intimacy.