Wolf King And His Fox Consort [BL]

Chapter 270: The Wolf doesn't have a choice (NSFW)

With each pass of the tongue over his sensitive hole Chu Yun grew more restless and impatient, Xiao Zai had to keep a firm grip on his thighs to keep him in place. The supplicant moans pouring from his parted lips teased Xiao Zai's senses more dramatically than any physical touch.

"Stop teasing and just fuck me," he pleaded, his fingers grasping for any strand of Xiao Zai's hair hair he could cling to.

Xiao Zai ignored him, and kept at his task.

Chu Yun delighted in being demanding, and as much as Xiao Zai enjoyed indulging him, he also craved the moments where he let go of his closely guarded composure.

To see him unravel was Xiao Zai's greatest pleasure.

He laved at his tight hole with slow swipes of his tongue, pulling more sweet suffering sounds from Chu Yun until all his protests were silenced and he melted into Xiao Zai's hands. At last letting himself be pleasured without dictating how it should happen.

From his position between his thighs, Xiao Zai looked up at the length of his body. Chu Yun's cock was flushed against his abdomen, dripping copiously. As wet and messy as Xiao Zai had made his hole.

Xiao Zai slid one hand up Chu Yun's thigh, over his hip, across his heaving abdomen and towards the tight hard nipples crowning his chest. He pinched the right one between thumb and forefinger and rolled it, making Chu Yun hiss and squirm. Xiao Zai hauled him back by the thigh with his other hand, keeping him in place for his tongue.

Xiao Zai let go of Chu Yun's nipple and brought his hand back down, mapping his body ravenously, and then wrapping his fingers around Chu Yun's dripping cock in a tight fist. The suddenness of it made Chu Yun choke and his chest come off the floor in a big heaving gasp.

"You're going to make me cum," he whined, hiding his face in the crook of his elbow.

Xiao Zai's fingers tightened around the base of his cock, squeezing the knot growing there. "I thought that was the point."

Chu Yun lifted one shoulder off the floor, long enough to glare at Xiao Zai over his arm. He said nothing, but the heat behind his humid eyes spoke enough.

Xiao Zai let go of him with a chuckle. He was happy to get out of the pool and concede defeat.

Chu Yun got up to his feet in a daze, he glared up at Xiao Zai, from the short distance that separated them, and tugged at a strand of hair to pull him down to his height and kiss him. "You've had your fun."

No, Xiao Zai didn't think he'd had nearly enough. But it was charming, how Chu Yun pretended he was just magnanimously indulging him. Chu Yun walked towards a sofa upholstered in brocade, just under one of the largest windows in the bath room, and pushed all the pillows to the floor, before laying himself down on it leisurely -- as if ready for a nap.

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"Get the oil," he told Xiao Zai, nodding carelessly towards the soaps and scented oils meant for use during the bath.

Maybe his attempt at acting unaffected would be more convincing if his cock wasn't still leaking copiously into his own stomach, and so hard as to be almost purple.

But Xiao Zai had been denying himself too, and his own resolve wouldn't hold on much longer. He retrieved a vial they had used before, and coated his fingers and his cock liberally with its contents, all the while Chu Yun watched him from beneath lowered lashes.

He hadn't moved, and had one of his arms thrown over the back of the sofa, in lissome disregard. He looked at Xiao Zai in teasing amusement, as if this was a kindness he was extending him.

Haughty. Imperious. Petulant. Alluring.

Just as Xiao Zai had found him almost a year ago, that day on the hot springs, when every second word he directed at him had been an insult.

He hoped that Chu Yun would never stop looking at him this way. With that provocative glint in his eyes that he reserved only for Xiao Zai and the erotic games they played. His eyes sparking with heat and the corner of his lips tugged in a superior curl. Saying without words: Your move next.

Xiao Zai's next move was to slide two fingers into his reddened hole. They went in smoothly, and he smirked at Chu Yun from between his spread thighs. "I did such a good job we could almost have done without the oil."

Chu Yun scoffed, but he spread his legs wider. "Yes, I suppose dogs are good for drooling all over everything."

Xiao Zai drew himself up over Chu Yun's body and kissed him almost softly on the cheek. "You get in such a bad mood when you're hungry for my cock."

Before he could reply, Xiao Zai held him down by the hipbone, and slid home in a single fluid thrust. Xiao Zai resisted the urge to close his eyes in bliss at the incredible heat and tightness of Chu Yun's hole. He wanted to look into Chu Yun's face and see his mask of composure slip and give way to the lust he could never hide from.

For Xiao Zai, the point of all their games was the hard-won victory of having Chu Yun's willing surrender. Making Chu Yun happy, in all the ways he could, was Xiao Zai's single greatest achievement.

He set a slow rhythm, fucking into Chu Yun with deep, measured thrusts -- all the better to observe every minute shift in Chu Yun's expression as pleasure tore through him.

It wasn't long until he was drawing his arms over Xiao Zai's neck and digging his blunt nails into his back, punishing him sweetly for every thrust that hit its mark. Xiao Zai let himself chase the maddening heat of his insides with a grateful moan.

He was so lost to sensation that he almost didn't hear it when Chu Yun panted into his ear, voice ragged, "I'm not going to let go of you until you mark me. This time I'm not giving you a chance."