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For the past few days, Duan Linzhou had mostly been consuming medicinal meals. Fortunately, the recipes prescribed by Mu Ke weren’t bitter and were highly effective. Otherwise, given Duan Linzhou’s physique, he wouldn’t have been able to withstand the demands of Tianqian’s heat. Mu Peixuan spoon-fed him his medicinal meals, bite by bite. Mu Peixuan typically enjoyed Duan Linzhou’s dependence on him, though he usually kept it hidden and restrained. During the heat, all pretense was dropped.
Mu Peixuan harbored a pathological possessiveness towards Duan Linzhou; he wished he could handle all of Duan Linzhou’s affairs himself. His possessiveness was unconcealed, and his affection was overflowing. Duan Linzhou, caught in Mu Peixuan’s direct and honest love, was utterly infatuated, almost drowning in it.
With his thin skin and slender frame, Duan Linzhou bore mottled bruises left by Mu Peixuan. Over these past few days, medicine had been applied numerous times, both internally and externally, and Mu Peixuan had become quite skilled at anointing him.
Listening to the young man’s husky voice, Duan Linzhou, having been entangled with him for days, knew from his tone that Mu Peixuan was aroused. No one could resist the sight of their beloved consumed by desire for them, and Duan Linzhou was no exception. He chuckled softly, pulled Mu Peixuan’s neck down, and pressed his lips against his. His voice dropped to a whisper, as if in an intimate murmur, saying, “It’s all because you bit them.”
Mu Peixuan brushed his lips against Duan Linzhou’s, then heard Duan Linzhou say, “Let me see.”
Mu Peixuan responded with questioning, “Hmm?”
The next instant, Duan Linzhou pushed Mu Peixuan down. He fell on the bed, looking at his Zhongyong with confusion. Duan Linzhou leaned in close, slowly caressing Mu Peixuan’s soft lips. When he slipped his finger into Mu Peixuan’s mouth, Mu Peixuan, though puzzled, still parted his lips slightly. Immediately, his eyes widened slightly—Duan Linzhou’s fingertip had touched the increasingly hard and sharp fangs typical of a Tianqian in heat.
The two sharp fangs were hidden in his mouth. The soft, cool finger lingered delicately on his tooth tips. Mu Peixuan instinctively wanted to bite down but stopped, staring intently at Duan Linzhou’s smiling face, his chest heaving uncontrollably. “…Duan Linzhou.”
As he spoke, his tongue moved, intentionally or unintentionally touching the finger, his voice muffled.
Duan Linzhou kissed his eyes and said, “Let me touch it.”
That spot, hard enough to pierce a Kunze’s gland, was exquisitely sensitive.
Duan Linzhou naturally felt Mu Peixuan’s heated body. He hooked Mu Peixuan’s tongue, pressed on his tooth tips, and chuckled, “Why are you so easily teased?”
Mu Peixuan was rarely in such a subdued position. If it weren’t Duan Linzhou, he would have likely thrown the person off already. He suppressed his Tianqian’s aggressive urges, staring directly at Duan Linzhou, a hint of red appearing at the corners of his eyes. Duan Linzhou then said, “What should I do? My new wounds haven’t healed yet, I can’t take this from you—” He lightly tapped Mu Peixuan’s tooth tips. Mu Peixuan’s breath hitched, and he raised a hand to grasp Duan Linzhou’s slender wrist, his gaze carrying a stern warning.
Duan Linzhou couldn’t resist kissing his nose again. The hand gripping him loosened slightly. He said, “There are a few new things in the box Mu Ke sent. Would you wear them for me to see?”
Mu Peixuan didn’t know what was in the box and hesitated for a moment. Seeing the marks of desire all over Duan Linzhou, he still nodded.
Mu Peixuan hadn’t expected such a thing.
A silver cage-like muzzle locked his mouth and nose. The leather was stiff, reinforced with intricate mechanisms that fastened behind Mu Peixuan’s head, making it difficult to remove easily.
Mu Peixuan immediately thought of the fierce beasts he’d seen in the leopard enclosure in Liangdu when he was young—vicious beasts with their fangs locked in iron cages, restlessly pacing their confines.
Something originally used to subdue wild beasts, now exquisitely crafted and miniaturized, had become an erotic plaything in the bedroom. The mere thought of Duan Linzhou wanting to see him wear this made Mu Peixuan’s ears flush. He asked, “Why do I have to wear this?”
Duan Linzhou guided Mu Peixuan’s hand to his own nape. The area was bandaged and medicated, emitting a faint scent of medicine. Mu Peixuan himself had applied the ointment and tied the bandage, so he knew Duan Linzhou’s nape had been bitten by him. Duan Linzhou sighed softly, fretting, “If only I were a kunze, then you could bite me, and it would heal quickly, and my sweetheart wouldn’t have to suffer like this—”
As he spoke, he watched Mu Peixuan, his acting clearly feigned. Mu Peixuan knew Duan Linzhou was doing it on purpose.
Mu Peixuan caressed the bandage on his nape. He still felt sorry for Duan Linzhou, so he reached for the uncomfortable item and fastened it onto his own face, saying, “Just this once.”
Duan Linzhou immediately smiled, leaning in to kiss him, but bumped against the silver cage. He shifted his lips to Mu Peixuan’s ear, kissed it, and said with a cheerful smile, “It’s still our Highness that knows how to spoil people.”
Mu Peixuan let out a soft hum and reached out to caress Duan Linzhou’s slender cheek.
With that thing on, Mu Peixuan felt a bit awkward, but he saw it only as a bedroom quirk and nothing more. However, when the tide of passion truly surged, it became intensely uncomfortable for Mu Peixuan. Biting a Kunze’s gland to form a bond was a Tianqian’s instinct. Now, he was like a beast trapped in a cage, able only to stare longingly at Duan Linzhou’s slender neck and the fair skin exposed by his clothes, his breathing growing heavier.
Mu Peixuan pressed his entire body onto Duan Linzhou, wanting to kiss his neck and his collarbone, but couldn’t. The strength in his hands involuntarily increased, pinching and kneading every inch of the cool flesh. “…Linzhou.”
The Tianqian’s desire burned like fire, and Duan Linzhou’s body also grew warm. He wrapped his arms around Mu Peixuan’s waist, habitually reaching to kiss his lips, but first met the silver cage. His eyes cleared slightly as he saw Mu Peixuan’s unbearable torment, and he couldn’t help but smile, feeling an unusual thrill of taming a beast. Duan Linzhou was inherently restless; he loved dangerous and beautiful things, just as he dared to sail out to sea before he was fully grown, letting the salty waves crash against his face.
Now, looking at Mu Peixuan, his eyes red from suppression, a long-lost surge of pleasure returned. Duan Linzhou flipped over and straddled Mu Peixuan’s waist, cupping his cheeks, and said, “Good boy, do you want to kiss me?”
Mu Peixuan could only see Duan Linzhou’s lips opening and closing, his soft, rosy tongue tip driving him wild. Not to mention Duan Linzhou’s unrestrained and aroused posture, which acted like an aphrodisiac, stimulating Mu Peixuan’s muscles to tense and his hands to press Duan Linzhou’s waist against himself. The “thing” between his legs was so hard, like a fiery pestle, pressing against Duan Linzhou’s buttocks, deeply grinding in, thrusting forcefully. He said hoarsely, “I want to; Linzhou, take this thing off. I won’t bite your nape—”
He added, “I’ll just kiss it.”
Duan Linzhou moaned from the thrusts, his face flushed. He grabbed Mu Peixuan’s hands and said playfully, “What a Tianqian in rut says can’t be trusted.”
Mu Peixuan hooked his fingers into Duan Linzhou’s, wanting to rub his cheek, but even that was impossible. He was parched, a layer of sweat forming on his forehead. The silver cage was hard, and Duan Linzhou’s cheek hurt from Mu Peixuan’s uncontrolled movements, though fortunately, it was a finely polished object. Their sticky fingers intertwined, and Duan Linzhou directly kissed Mu Peixuan’s adam apple. Mu Peixuan’s body trembled, and before he could react, Duan Linzhou had bound both his hands.
A layer of wetness appeared in Mu Peixuan’s eyes. “Linzhou?”
Duan Linzhou used the red ropes from the box, which were pliable enough not to chafe the wrists. In his youth, he had traveled widely and learned many martial arts skills, including how to tie someone up. If Duan Linzhou set his mind to it, the knots he tied would be unbreakable, even a martial arts master wouldn’t be able to undo them. Mu Peixuan lay on the bed, his face adorned with the silver mask, his hands also bound by Duan Linzhou and tied to the headboard, truly a posture of being at someone’s mercy.
When had Mu Peixuan ever been so subjugated?
Even knowing that the person beside him was Duan Linzhou, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of resistance, yet he couldn’t bring himself to be rough with Duan Linzhou. “Linzhou, untie me.”
Duan Linzhou looked down, admiring Mu Peixuan in this state. An ineffable pleasure surged through his mind, and his lower body slowly began to harden. Duan Linzhou gently exhaled and smiled, softly coaxing Mu Peixuan, “Don’t be afraid.”
Duan Linzhou continued, “Sweetheart, Gege will make you happy.”
His use of “gege” made Mu Peixuan freeze for a moment, his ears turning completely red.
Duan Linzhou truly spared no effort to make Mu Peixuan happy, bringing him to the peak and trough of desire’s tide multiple times, pleasure seeping into every inch of his bones and flesh.
…
This time, the Tianqian’s session was prolonged and copious. In his daze, as Duan Linzhou wondered why the “thing” still hadn’t softened, a large gush of hot, powerful liquid shot into his sensitive inner cavity, actually creating a swollen and distorted sense of pleasure, Duan Linzhou was jolted awake and then realized with a shock that it wasn’t semen at all; it was urine.
Duan Linzhou’s eyes flew open, his entire body flushed crimson with shame, and tears streamed down his face.
The author has something to say:
Gag on, potential urination warning.
Obrigada pela tradução 🥰😘❣️