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Chongyun yawned, stood up and stretched, flexing his shoulders.
It was the middle of the night.
He had been waiting for several hours, patiently, on the doorstep of a house on the outskirts of Liyue Harbor.
He had been hired for an exorcism: the owner, with his baggy eyes and zombie-like looks, had told him that a spirit was making a devil's racket every night, and that he hadn't slept for a week.
Chongyun had enthusiastically agreed, and the man had gone to a friend's house to stay while the exorcist completed his task.
However, despite the fact that it had been dark for several hours...
(Still nothing...)
Chongyun had begun patrolling the entire house as soon as the sun had disappeared, on the lookout, without noticing anything unusual.
Concluding that the spirit did not live in the house but probably came from somewhere else, he had decided to stand guard at the entrance.
Chongyun was slightly disappointed: he had experienced this kind of situation many times, and still hoped to be able to confront a spirit.
At least the moon was full, so full that it was almost like daylight.
He would have no trouble seeing any approaching ghost.
He closed his eyes, and inhaled, enjoying the cool night air, while listening to the sounds of the surroundings.
Since Liyue Harbor was still quite close, he could hear a faint echo, in addition to the sound of nocturnal animals.
Chongyun opened his eyes again.
"What..."
He was surprised for a moment, then immediately on guard.
Something was approaching.
He squinted his eyes.
A humanoid form, walking in the nearby woods, silently.
Chongyun materialized his sword, and grabbed one of his talismans.
His heart raced as he tried to keep calm.
Had the day come?
Was he finally going to be able to take on a spirit, a genuine spirit?
Every muscle in his body stiffened, as he was ready to take action—
"Huh?"
What was approaching was suddenly bathed in moonlight.
And left Chongyun stunned.
"Xing...qiu?..."
Xingqiu, his dear and best friend, was slowly approaching.
Yes, it was indeed him.
He had the same eyes, the same face, the same clothes...the same Vision.
But... what was Xingqiu doing here?
Chongyun didn't lower his sword though.
It was possible...
Yes, he had read that there were spirits and demons who could change their shape.
Chongyun was in "exorcist" mode: he couldn't afford to let his guard down.
When "Xingqiu" came within five steps of him...
"Halt!"
He ordered him to stop.
But "Xingqiu" did not obey him, and took another step.
"I said halt!"
And another.
Chongyun, worried, but still undecided, braced himself.
It was only then, that "Xingqiu" stopped.
He grinned, a malicious grin that made Chongyun shiver.
"My dear Chongyun... what are you going to do? Are you going to attack me? Hurt me? Banish me?"
His voice, was the same. Soft... but, at that very moment, full of honey... almost sickening.
Chongyun was lost. Was this Xingqiu, playing a prank on him? Or actually, a spirit?
"Xingqiu... is that you?" he finally asked, a bit foolishly.
"Or... are you someone... something else?"
"Xingqiu" opened his eyes wide, looking surprised, and pointed a finger at his own face.
"Me? Why... I am a spirit."
"What?!"
"Is that so surprising?"
The exorcist tried to keep his calm, not to let the other one set the pace, but... it was hard, it was as if he knew him, as if he was really Xingqiu...
"Are you the one who prevents the one who lives in this place from sleeping?" he asked, trying to regain some control.
"No. I know nothing about such a thing. I was drawn here by you..."
"By me?!"
"Yes..."
"Xingqiu" licked his lips.
"I felt... your desires. I felt, your deeper desires... the ones you would never admit to. They are so powerful... that I have come to feed on them."
"My... my desires?..." stammered Chongyun.
"Yes. I took this form... because it is the one, which embodies the object of all your fantasies..."
Hearing Xingqiu, or rather, that creature, who had the appearance of Xingqiu, say that... had provoked a warmness in him, and indecent images had flashed through his mind for a second.
"You just thought of something perverted, did you not?"
"H-how..."
"I told you. I have seen it all. I felt everything," "Xingqiu" whispered as he slyly crossed the distance between them.
Chongyun, was completely overwhelmed. He still had his sword and talisman in hand, but he was mesmerized by the apparition in front of him.
His eyes, fell on his lips, which shone in the white light of the moon star.
"Xingqiu" brought his face close to his, a few millimeters away.
He could feel his breath, and his familiar smell.
Chongyun's mind was bubbling.
His whole body was burning with anticipation: all fighting will had left him. He was completely paralyzed, and not by fear.
Was it... desire?...
"Xingqiu" put his hands on Chongyun's shoulders, languidly, and buried his head in his neck.
Chongyun shivered when he felt two wet lips in the nape of his neck.
"This is your last chance... mister exorcist..." purred the one pressing against him.
"You can take me down... exorcise me... or let me, devour you... fulfill all your fantasies...your desires, the most forbidden ones..."
The choice, was obvious.
Even Chongyun knew it.
He had already lost.
He had never had a chance.
He closed his eyes and gave up.
He dropped his sword, his talisman, as a wave of chills swept through his body.
"Just as I thought..."
Chongyun made no resistance as "Xingqiu" pushed him down.
It was so strange.
Chongyun felt the ground under his back, cold.
While the other side of his body felt like it was on fire.
The contrast, was disturbing, and added to the surrealness of the situation.
He was lying with his arms at his sides...while Xingqiu was riding him.
With his legs spread, his groin was rubbing hers, and Chongyun could feel how hard he himself was.
Xingqiu stood there, towering over him, a smile on his face that Chongyun could see in spite of the darkness.
And he did not move.
His friend watched him, wordlessly, but devoured him with his eyes.
Chongyun just looked at him... utterly subjugated.
Then, slowly, very slowly, Xingqiu leaned over him, his back bent like a cat.
His golden eyes seemed to glow in the night.
Chongyun held his breath, his imagination overflowing with images, visions, breathtaking sensations.
However, contrary to his expectations...Xingqiu showed an unexpected gentleness, an unexpected delicacy.
His expert and agile hands did not tear his clothes, but just slowly pushed back his hoodie, his shirt and his undershirt, exposing his tummy.
The chilly night wind caressed it, a moment before Xingqiu's face dived into it.
"!!!"
Chongyun let out a silent cry of surprise.
He could feel his friend's skin so soft, so warm against his own.
He could feel the shape of his face, his nose, his lips, wandering there.
He could feel Xingqiu's breathing, slow, deep, as if he were gorging himself on his scent.
Chongyun could have stood up, to see him do it, but he didn't.
His eyes looked at the night sky without seeing it.
"Mmh...hmm..."
Xingqiu let out light sensual moans, which made Chongyun shiver.
He shuddered, when his friend started to kiss his belly, with sometimes short, sometimes languid kisses, briefly touching his skin with his lips, or letting his tongue linger there, so warm and wet.
Then he began to lick Chongyun's belly slowly, as if he wanted to taste his skin, his sweat.
(Xingqiu is...)
Chongyun's senses were already in turmoil, his head, about to explode, because of the stimuli he was receiving, not only physical, but psychological.
He, who dreamed of being the best exorcist of all time...had allowed himself to be beaten...no, had submitted without a fight to a spirit.
This spirit, in the form of his friend, was savoring his body, licking it with impunity, as if it were a toy.
And, worst of all... Chongyun liked it.
He did nothing to stop it, he craved for it.
It was humiliating, but at the same time so exciting, so exhilarating.
Or was it precisely this humiliation, that made him so hard?
Things started to tangle in his mind.
Was it really a spirit, or his friend, after all?
And him... what did he believe, deep inside?
Was he letting it happen, because it was the one or the other?
He didn't know.
He could only lie there, motionless.
Chongyun did not move, yet he was sweating profusely. So much so that he could feel his clothes soaking underneath him.
He prayed that Xingqiu would not notice him.
But obviously, his wish was not granted.
"Hehe...I love your juices, my dear Chongyun. So delicious..."
Xingqiu's tongue started lapping him again, as if he was truly tasting his sweat.
Chongyun was too embarrassed to answer, while each of his friend's tongue licks caused involuntary spasms.
When he felt the warm, soft body enter his navel, it was like an electric shock.
"Oh? You're more sensitive in this place?..."
The mischievous Xingqiu noticed it immediately, and viciously, instantly focused his assaults on it.
"Ah...Xingqiu...No...No...not..."
Chongyun, despite all his training, was rendered helpless by a single attack on his belly button.
The sensations racing through his body and the emotions raging in his mind, prevented him from formulating coherent sentences.
His hands, his arms were free. He could have tried to push Xingqiu away.
But he didn't do anything.
He let him do it, he let him take possession of him, of his body, even more.
When Xingqiu finally stopped, Chongyun was stunned, in a daze.
His breathing was ragged, and he had no strength left in his body.
The body in question was on fire, and he barely felt Xingqiu pull down his pants, as well as his underwear.
He was so confused, that the fact that his friend saw his private parts, did not inspire him anything, as he had difficulty understanding the present moment.
A cheerful laugh reached his ears.
"Wow...I suspected as much, but you're really blessed, Chongyun."
He was fully erect, so hard it was painful.
"Heh...I'd love to taste it right now, but..."
Xingqiu's head suddenly appeared in Chongyun's field of vision.
His eyes were bright, filled with a feverish glow, and even in the darkness, he could see that his cheeks were flushed.
He also had a wide smile on his face, his mouth half-open, panting slightly.
His hair fell around his face, and his fragrance invaded Chongyun's nostrils.
It was a vision, absolutely heavenly and mesmerizing.
"I want to be able to see you."
These words surprised Chongyun, both by their nature, and by the warmth, the love they contained.
Xingqiu was still on him.
He leaned in even more, his face almost touching his.
One of his hands went to Chongyun's and took it tenderly, his long, slender fingers trapping the exorcist's.
If Chongyun's heart leapt in his chest at the touch...
...it somersaulted when Xingqiu's other hand caught his manhood.
"Xin—"
"Shhh."
Xingqiu silenced him, with a whisper, and a squeeze on his cock.
Chongyun choked on his words, holding his breath.
His whole body tensed as Xingqiu's fingers began to caress him.
Slowly, barely touching his member, gauging his reactions, as if to familiarize with it.
Eyes wide, mouth open in a silent o, Chongyun could not even think.
Xingqiu's face, twisted into an expression of perverse pleasure, eyes squinting, filled his mind, as did the delicious sensations that accompanied his hand gestures.
"Hmmm...there?" his friend murmured.
At the same time, he pressed his finger on Chongyun's tip, who rushed, as if struck by an Electro attack.
"That's what I thought..."
Xingqiu licked his lips.
Tightened his grip on Chongyun's hand.
And switched to full throttle.
"!!"
His silky fingers, as if animated by a will of their own, began to jerk Chongyun, moving back and forth with a strength well worthy of the swordsman he was.
Chongyun was barely conscious.
His mind clouded with shame, pleasure, could barely make out any of this.
The situation he was in.
The face, the scent of his friend, so close.
His hand, in his.
And his other hand, on his cock.
"AHh...I...Xingqiu...Nooot..."
"Hmm? Not fast enough? I can do something about that."
His motion sped up, his fingers, sticky with Chongyun's precum, gripping, aggressively stroking his cock over and over.
Sometimes he focused on the shaft, sometimes on the base, and each of his movements sent a jolt of pure pleasure through the brain of poor Chongyun, who could do nothing but moan with shameful pleasure.
"Hnn...haaa...Huuu..."
"That's good, Chongyun... keep going... for me..."
While his hips were jerking with spasms, his eyes blinking in confusion, he felt something rise inside him.
"Xinnn....Doooon't..."
"I cannot hear..."
His heart was pounding, so hard, he could hear it like a drum in his ears.
A bubble swelled in his chest, so much so that he thought he was going to explode.
"What...No...If...I?..."
"It feels like it's coming...come on, Chongyun...for me..."
He felt something, in the rhythm of Xingqiu's movements.
(Not good.)
Chongyun had a hunch.
"Ah...Ah...Ah!!.."
If this something, went up, eventually overflowed, he knew, he knew he would definitely lose himself.
But another part of him was screaming, longing for this, longing to see what would happen.
He didn't have time to think about it.
" Come on, Chongyun! Cum for me!!!"
Xingqiu's enthusiastic, excited, and joy-filled command was accompanied by a final jerk.
And at the same time.
Chongyun's mind, was blank.
Before being overwhelmed, simply, by a storm of pleasure.
"AHH—"
Chongyun screamed, but his cry was instantly stopped when, during his next heartbeat, he ejaculated for the first time, the first time in his life.
It was like a hammer blow, making him instinctively hold his breath.
And when his very first orgasm took him—
The present moment turned into an eternity, which made him lose all sensation other than the pleasure, the pleasure which submerged each corner of his body, with each heartbeat, each pulsation of his cock, each spray of semen.
An infinite time, punctuated by these flashes, these tidal waves of pleasure.
He did not see any more, he heard only a buzzing, he lived, thought, breathed with his cock.
And even after these delicious seconds ended, his whole body swam in an ocean of bliss.
Seeing, feeling Chongyun cum with his own hands, seeing him rearing up, his back arched to the extreme...Xingqiu gasped.
His smile was so wide that it made his cheeks hurt.
To think that Chongyun had fallen for it so easily, that he had believed him so easily...and that he had surrendered to him, Xingqiu, so easily.
That he allowed him to fulfill all his desires...and that he himself desired the same thing.
Xingqiu's heart was pounding, and an intense wave of heat flooded his chest, as he watched Chongyun ejaculate from his hand.
If he had only listened to his body, he would have started by fucking Chongyun, without any further ado.
But he kept his calm and followed his instinct.
Because Xingqiu had sensed...he had sensed, that dominating Chongyun like this, controlling him, controlling his reactions, his ejaculation...
To be, in a way, the one who decided if he would have pleasure or not... this sensation would be as pleasant, if not more, than an orgasm.
(How right I was.)
The chills that ran through him, the euphoria that made his head spin, and his chest swell, had nothing to do with sexual pleasure.
It was a different kind of pleasure, one that could only be obtained by devious means.
And Xingqiu's instincts were telling him something else.
That this introduction...was also just the appetizer.
That in addition to being tasty... it would sublimate, the main course.
Yes...the analogy was appropriate.
After all...he was going to devour Chongyun.
And this one was just waiting for that...
The exorcist, whose eyes had rolled back, and whose mouth opened in a silent scream, finally relaxed, and his back fell to the ground with a dull thud.
At the same time, Xingqiu released his breath and exhaled slowly.
Time seemed to flow again.
Almost unconsciously, he brought his hand, still viscous with his friend's fluids, to his nose.
Despite the night breeze, they were still warm. Their smell intoxicated Xingqiu, who licked his fingers lovingly.
This was a first for him.
But he could do it, because it was Chongyun's.
It was, in a sense, the fruit of his success, the fruit of his love for her, and also, the proof of his dominance.
The first thing that struck him was the texture, both creamy and viscous.
Then, the taste invaded his mouth.
It turned out to be as strong as the smell: strong, yes, that was the word, a strong flavor, incomparable, with a touch of bitterness and salt.
All in all, it was not a nectar...but strangely enough, the knowledge that it came from Chongyun, was enough to make it, in Xingqiu's eyes, an incomparable ambrosia.
When he finished sucking his fingers, Xingqiu hesitated to do the same for Chongyun's cock.
It wasn't as big as it used to be, and it had gone limp, probably because of the orgasm, but... he was sure, subconsciously, that he could make it erect again.
(...no.)
Yet, after several seconds of reflection, Xingqiu decided against it.
(I already served him...so it's my turn, to serve myself.)
It was logical. A fair exchange.
It wasn't as if his friend's defenseless, exposed, sweaty body attracted him.
Not at all.
Nor the lost, haggard look on his face that made him want to make him scream, to possess him even more.
Absolutely not.
Yes, all that motivated Xingqiu was a fair reward, an honest transaction, like any self-respecting merchant.
He had offered something to his friend, so he would take something in return.
His virginity, for example.
When the thought crossed his mind, Xingqiu lost all common sense, despite his previous decision to hold back.
Straightening up, he clumsily removed his shorts and underwear in a hurry, not even bothering to take off his coat.
Xingqiu didn't notice how strong his erection was, nor the precum leaking from his cock.
He was obsessed with one thing and one thing only, taking Chongyun's first time.
There was a hunger in him: he wanted to devour his friend, to taste him, to claim him, to be bound to him forever.
And fuck him.
Oh, yes.
To fuck him, to give free rein to his instincts, to make him scream with pleasure, to take pleasure in ravaging him.
Xingqiu had already waited too long.
There was no long speech, no endless preliminaries, no reasoning.
He just lied on top of Chongyun, burying his head in his friend's chest, breathing in deeply, filling his nostrils with his smell, and his face with his sweat.
His right hand gripped Chongyun's...while his left hand blindly guided his cock into the exorcist's hole.
When he felt the tip hit the mark, finding its way into the junction of his friend's buttocks, just below his balls, Xingqiu exhaled loudly, and inhaled again...
...before pushing brutally, forcing his way in, penetrating Chongyun with a single stroke.
"Hgyu?!"
"!!"
If Chongyun, still half unconscious, let out an unexpected hiccup, Xingqiu, on the other hand, could not speak.
The sensations that had just assailed him had silenced him.
The lack of lubrication, had been compensated by the strength he had put in his hips.
And if he felt a pain, natural given what he had done ...
It was overwhelmed by the rest.
Feeling his cock, forcing its way into Chongyun, through his warm walls, and tight, so tight, feeling them trap his cock, as if to imprison him...no, not imprison him, keep him here, warm, with him, in him, where he belonged, where he was meant to be—
The words, the attempts at description, the images, jostled in Xingqiu, as his mind tried desperately to put words to what he felt.
But, drowned in pleasure, he couldn't.
Hot.
So hot.
Inviting.
Welcoming.
Tight.
So tight.
Sucking.
Pleasant.
Good.
So good.
And more than just sexual pleasure, the sheer pleasure that Chongyun's hole gave him...
Knowing, that he was inside him.
Knowing, that he had claimed his virginity, picked his flower first.
To know that they were one.
Knowing, that he, Xingqiu, was fucking Chongyun...
This fact, this knowledge, gave him a pleasure at least equal to that which his cock was bringing him at the same moment.
Xingqiu wanted something else.
He was literally slumped over Chongyun.
His face was buried in his chest. He could not see his friend's face.
He wanted to see it.
So he straightened up, so as to do so.
But he hadn't thought about it.
As he moved, naturally, his legs, his hips, and his cock moved too: and he felt as if Chongyun's asshole was sucking him, sucking his cock, as if it wanted to hold him.
The divine sensation almost made him cum on the spot: it was only by tensing all his muscles and clenching his teeth that he held back.
Not yet.
It was not the moment.
But... he could not move, reposition himself, while remaining in him...
With a heavy heart, and a thousand precautions, slowly, Xingqiu withdrew from Chongyun.
Looking at the exorcist's legs, he had an idea.
(Yes...it will be easier this way...)
Xingqiu kneeled and, passing his hands under Chongyun's knees, he spread them, while lifting them slightly.
It was perfect.
It would be much easier for him to penetrate Chongyun with him in this position.
Xingqiu was still hungry, especially since he had had to interrupt his meal.
It was time to resume it.
"Chongyun...my dear Chongyun..."
While penetrating him again, Xingqiu moaned his friend's name.
"Chongyun...Chongyun...My Chongyun..."
Chongyun's mind was foggy.
He was floating, in a second state, much like the one you were in when you woke up.
Yet, even so, he felt something.
Shocks, and waves of pleasure.
A bit like his first wet dreams.
Slowly, Chongyun came to his senses.
"Huh..."
The first thing he heard was his own voice, in a sleepy hiccup.
"Haa...Chongyun...my Chongyun..."
Then, another voice.
He then felt a shock, followed by a pleasant sensation.
Something warm, inside him.
Gradually, the sensations came back to him, before hitting him hard.
The ground, cold, under him.
The night air, just as cold.
The drooling, dripping from the corners of his lips.
And Xingqiu's body, warm, so warm, on him.
Inside him.
Memories flooded back, of what they had done, what he had felt, before he lost consciousness.
Xingqiu's hand on his cock, his kisses, his...
And now...
(Xingqiu, is fucking me.)
While gasping with pleasure, each time Xingqiu pounded into him, Chongyun took the full measure of what was happening.
Yes.
He was lying on the ground, in the middle of the night, while his friend was fucking him.
"Aah..."
And...
(That's so good...)
He, was just lying there, whimpering like a dog in heat.
"Hmm!..."
"Haah..."
As their moans intertwined.
He couldn't find anything wrong with it, because it felt so good.
Every time Xingqiu's cock made its way into his hole, Chongyun felt a mixture of pain and ecstasy.
"Ahn...Ah..."
To be exact, the pain came when he entered him...and the ecstasy, when Xingqiu grazed a certain spot.
"Nghh..."
"Chong...yun...mmm!..."
Every time this happened, Chongyun felt like an electric current was running through him, like a button was being pushed that sent a jolt of pleasure through his entire body and into his ass.
"Oh..ehh..."
Yes, every time that spot was stimulated, he would briefly lose consciousness, as well as control of his body, which would convulse uncontrollably.
"Just like that...you like it here, right?..."
"UhH..."
When Xingqiu's hot cock touched him, Chongyun felt like a sun was being born there.
"Hn...Chongyun..."
It was a strange feeling to feel such big, localized hot flashes of heat in that exact spot.
But more than anything... he loved it.
"Ehe..."
Pleasure, pure pleasure, such a powerful pleasure, one that far surpassed that of masturbation.
When Chongyun masturbated (being a healthy young man, it was logical), he felt brief flashes of pleasure, a few seconds at most, which were mostly located on his cock, his crotch.
But now...
"Hmmm..."
"Yes.."
Pleasure radiated through his mind, through every fiber of his body.
His ears were ringing, his head was spinning, drowning in endless streams of delectable sensations.
This situation was so strange, and so pleasurable.
He didn't even touch his cock, and he felt that he could ejaculate any minute.
And if that happened... he had the conviction, that it would be more powerful than anything he had experienced so far.
Knowing that, turned him on even more.
Just as it excited him to be dominated, to be fucked, like this, by Xingqiu.
He had made his submission, precisely for that.
Because he wanted this.
"Haa...ah...Hh.."
He wanted, for Xingqiu to possess him, to fuck him, to devour him, to drag him down like this, to do whatever he wanted with him.
To have his dear, sweet friend treat him like this...was Chongyun's dearest desire, his greatest reward, as well as his greatest shame.
But now he didn't care.
Only Xingqiu's cock fucking him, his hands on his thighs, his breath on his skin, his smell, his presence, his eyes filled with hunger, pleasure, his warmth...only mattered.
"Ahh... Xing...qiu..."
Chongyun felt a wave of chills as he whispered his friend's name.
Why was just saying his name, so good?
Was it because there was infinitely more to it, than he was saying out loud?
Xingqiu's golden eyes shone.
He bent down to kiss his neck without stopping.
His hair caressed Chongyun, and, when he felt his lips, his tongue, linger in the curve of his neck, he almost lost it.
"Ah—n..."
Xingqiu bit him gently, but it was enough to make the exorcist tense up.
When he pulled back, he licked his lips.
Chongyun shivered again when he saw the look on his friend's face.
"Xin—kk—"
And his hunch proved correct.
His friend's hands closed around his throat.
(!!!!!)
It was a dominating embrace, but gentle, without any violence.
He could still breathe: all Xingqiu had done was wrap his hands around his neck.
But...
Chongyun was as if stunned, as fireworks exploded in his head, and his entire body stiffened—
"CHON—"
—and especially his ass, sucking Xingqiu's cock deeper into him, who let out a muffled cry...
"Ahh...!!"
...and in return, willingly or not, tightened his grip on Chongyun's throat.
"Xxzkkk—"
This time, pain surfaced, as his friend's hands crushed his trachea, preventing him from breathing.
But the pain, the panic, were entirely eclipsed by the euphoria.
For some strange reason, Chongyun felt so good, so much better than just a few seconds before.
His friend was choking him, and fucking him at the same time.
His hands were clenching his throat, his fingers so thin and soft were in action, while his cock was thrusting into him and pistoning his hole.
Chongyun was happy.
His brain, drowned by pleasure and lack of oxygen, was no longer capable of coherent thought.
Yet, strangely enough, what also gave him pleasure was the inner knowledge that he belonged to Xingqiu.
His friend dominated him completely.
He had made him his thing in a few words.
He just did what he wanted with him.
He could kiss him, lick him, jerk him, fuck him, strangle him, use him as he pleased.
When he had asserted his domination by this simple gesture... that he had imposed his will, shown Chongyun his place...
Chongyun had happily accepted.
Because once again, it was what he wanted.
His body, had responded to having his wish granted.
"Hnnn! Chongyun! Chong...yun! Why are you...so good...so good...so tight!!!"
Xingqiu's voice was hoarse, as he continued to ravage him.
His hands, tightened, again and again.
The tighter he squeezed Chongyun's throat, the tighter the exorcist became, and apparently, Xingqiu liked it.
They were connected, in a relationship, a twisted bond, but one that sent them both to heaven.
Chongyun could feel, with his body, Xingqiu's cravings, desires, pleasure, his desire to dominate him...but also, his love for him, the fact that he wanted him to feel good.
"HHk...Hakk...HHHhh..."
Chongyun let out strangled moans, which apparently only served to further stimulate his friend.
A ravenous smile spread across his sweaty face as he worked him over.
"Chongyun...you're so beautiful...you're so...HHggg!!!"
Chongyun was starting to run out of oxygen.
He could still breathe, but barely, because of his friend's ever-stronger grip.
His vision was starting to blur.
His face was hot, even hotter than the rest of his body.
The euphoria he felt was growing, and...
"GHHH?!!!!"
Something contracted near his ass.
Something that apparently shocked Xingqiu again, at the scream he let out.
In his dazed state from pleasure and lack of air, Chongyun felt them nonetheless.
The contractions, which continued. Muscles he didn't know existed moving.
Something, rising inside him.
In his head, in his lower abdomen, in his chest.
Inexorably.
"Ha...Chongyun...Chongyun...Chongyun..."
Xingqiu must have felt it too, because, he his movements became even faster.
The wet sounds that echoed accelerated.
He must have had something too because, Chongyun felt his cock trembling inside him.
"Hnn...Hmm...Ah....HHhh...Gaahh...Chon..."
Xingqiu's grunts became more and more distant.
It was coming.
It was close.
At this moment, Chongyun was living, feeling only with his asshole.
As if he was the key, which would unlock everything.
Xingqiu sped up again.
"Chongyun...I...Ahhh..."
It was there.
Right there.
He was getting there.
Just a little more—
"I love you..."
(???????!!!!!!)
He heard, far away, those two words.
Xingqiu's hands crushed his throat.
Chongyun stopped breathing completely.
His eyes rolled back, and he could not see anymore.
"———————"
His scream never crossed his lips.
"CHONGYUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!"
Xingqiu shrieked.
And everything exploded, everywhere.
His mind was torn to pieces by an eruption of pure enjoyment.
Something hot, spread through him, heartbeat by heartbeat, as his ass and Xingqiu's cock contracted in unison in delightful lustful harmony.
Second after second, every inch of his body was flooded by a torrent of exhilarating sensations.
The instant turned into eternity, a moment of infinite voluptuousness.
Gradually, the tsunami of pleasure which spread in all its being became waves, then ripples.
Chongyun had already lost consciousness when Xingqiu collapsed on him.