Chapter 262: I WANT TO SEE YOUR BACK BOW WHEN I PUSH IN[R18]

His hips drove forward, a single deep thrust that sheathed him to the hilt, and Guiying’s back arched off the mattress, a broken cry tearing from his throat.

"Ah!"

The sound bounced off the bedroom walls, echoing back at them, and Liuxian drank it in like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

"Again." Liuxian’s voice scraped out, low and wrecked. "Let me hear that again."

He pulled back, the drag of his dick against Guiying’s inner walls making them both shudder, then pressed in once more, slower this time, a deliberate, rolling thrust that let Guiying feel every inch of him.

"Oh, fuck—" Guiying’s fingers scrabbled at Liuxian’s back, nails leaving faint pink trails across his shoulder blades. "Right there. That spot. You’re hitting it every time."

"I know." Liuxian’s mouth curved against his throat, a flash of teeth before he sucked another mark into the skin just above Guiying’s collarbone. "I can feel you tightening around me. You’re gripping my dick so perfectly."

The words sent a spike of heat straight through Guiying’s core.

His legs clamped tighter around Liuxian’s waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper.

The slick sounds of their love making made the room wet and obscene.

Liuxian shifted his weight onto one forearm, freeing his other hand to slide down Guiying’s flank. His palm mapped the landscape of his husband’s body: the ridges of his ribs, the dip of his waist, the jut of his hip bone where skin stretched thin over bone.

Every touch was reverent.

Every caress lingering just a beat too long.

"You’re so warm inside." Liuxian’s forehead dropped to Guiying’s, their breath mingling in the narrow space between their mouths. "I can feel your heartbeat around my dick. Can you feel mine?"

Guiying nodded, words failing him as another thrust pressed deeper, impossibly deeper, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

"Tell me." Liuxian’s rhythm never faltered, hips rocking in a slow grind that kept his dick buried to the root. "Use your words, Guiying. Tell me what you feel."

A whimper slipped out first. Then Guiying swallowed hard, forcing his eyes open, locking onto Liuxian’s dark gaze. "I feel—ah—I feel your thickness stretching me. Every ridge, every vein. Your tip is pressing right against—nngh—right there, that bundle of nerves, and it’s making my whole body shake."

Liuxian rewarded him with a sharper thrust, punching the air from Guiying’s lungs.

"More. Tell me more."

"My thighs are literally trembling." Guiying’s voice cracked on the admission, but he pushed through it, words spilling out between gasps. "The backs of my thighs against your hips—I can feel the muscles moving under your skin every time you push in. And inside—inside I’m so wet for you. I can hear it. The sound of you sliding in and out of me. It’s so good. It’s so good I love it. "

Something primal flickered across Liuxian’s expression. His rhythm stuttered, then resumed with renewed intensity. He drove into Guiying with long, deep strokes that had the headboard tapping against the wall, a steady counterpoint to the moans filling the room.

Then he lowered his mouth to Guiying’s shoulder.

The first graze of teeth was a warning. The second was a promise. And then Liuxian bit down—not hard enough to break skin, but firm enough that Guiying felt the sharp edge of it sing through his nervous system like lightning.

He screamed.

Not in pain. In pleasure so acute it bordered on unbearable. His dick, trapped between their stomachs, throbbed and leaked a fresh pulse of slick fluid onto his own skin. His hole clenched around Liuxian’s length, the sudden tightness making Liuxian groan against his shoulder.

"Guiying." His name was muffled, Liuxian’s teeth still sunk into the meat of his shoulder, and the vibration of that single word traveled straight down to the place where they were joined.

Liuxian didn’t release him. He rocked his hips while his jaw stayed locked, the dual sensations—the deep, grinding thrusts and the unrelenting pressure of his bite—combining into something that short-circuited Guiying’s ability to think.

He could only feel.

Only react.

His hands flew to Liuxian’s hair, fisting in the dark strands, holding him there. His head tipped back, throat bared, the column of his neck glistening with sweat. A thin stream of pleas fell from his lips, most of them incoherent.

"—yes, yes, keep biting me, don’t stop, I want your teeth on me while you—ah, fuck, while you fuck me—"

Liuxian’s hips answered for him. Three sharp thrusts, each one angled to hit that spot inside Guiying that made stars burst behind his eyelids. Then he finally unclenched his jaw, tongue lapping at the indentations his teeth had left behind.

"Yes—" Guiying’s voice pitched high, words tumbling out in a rush. "Right there, Liuxian, that angle—you’re pressing so deep, I can feel you all the way through me, I love it, I love how full you make me—"

Liuxian groaned against his skin, the sound vibrating through the fresh bite mark. He pulled back just enough to meet Guiying’s eyes, his own pupils blown wide, lips slick and red.

"You like being marked like this?"

"Yes." Guiying’s answer came without hesitation, his hands sliding down to grip Liuxian’s biceps as another thrust pushed him higher up the mattress. "I love your teeth on me. I love feeling you claim me. Don’t stop—please don’t stop—"

"Look at this." Liuxian pulled back just enough to admire his work, thumb pressing against the fresh bruise forming on Guiying’s shoulder. "You’ll feel me here for days. Every time you move, every time you turn your head—you’ll remember this."

Guiying’s response was a wrecked keen, his hips bucking up to meet Liuxian’s next thrust.

"I want more." The words tumbled out before he could stop them. "Mark me everywhere. I want to count them tomorrow. I want to stand in front of the mirror and see your teeth on my thighs, your lips on my neck, your—ah, your scent all over me."

Liuxian’s rhythm faltered again, a full-body shudder working through him. "You have no idea what you do to me."

"Show me."

The challenge hung in the air between them for half a heartbeat. Then Liuxian was moving.

He pulled out—Guiying whimpered at the sudden emptiness—and flipped him onto his stomach in one fluid motion. Strong hands gripped his hips, hauling him up onto his knees, and Guiying barely had time to brace himself on his elbows before Liuxian was behind him, the broad head of his dick pressing against his entrance once more.

"Like this." Liuxian’s voice came from somewhere above and behind him, rougher now, less controlled. "I want to see your back bow when I push in."