The night was black as ink, wrapping the room in a quiet intimacy. Feng Wanting fell silent as a strange feeling rose in his chest, his heart seeming tethered to a taut string that might snap at any moment.
He slowly rested his chin on Pei Yang's shoulder, feeling his warmth through his clothes. His lowered voice held an excitement he could not suppress. "What did you call me?"
"You didn't hear?" Pei Yang answered softly. "Then forget it."
"What do you mean, forget it?" Feng Wanting caught Pei Yang's chin, applying just enough pressure to make him meet his eyes. Then a gentle yet possessive kiss descended. "You should say it again. Louder this time."
"So you did hear."
Pei Yang chuckled, unwilling to say it again. He undid his belt with one hand. The metal buckle clinked crisply, then hit the floor with a clack, taking the last of his restraint with it.
"You said you wouldn't touch me again until we'd made our relationship official." Tilting his face, Pei Yang stepped forward and bit Feng Wanting's lower lip, then sucked on it lightly. "Can you touch me now?"
He wrapped his arms around Feng Wanting's waist, their searing body heat mingling. "You didn't feel anything during the treatments before. Do you feel something now?"
"Pei Yang... which one of us has the addiction?"
Feng Wanting's voice was full of helpless affection. He lifted one of Pei Yang's legs, letting him drape naturally around his waist, then carried him toward the bed with smooth, strong movements.
Pei Yang's head was gently lowered onto the pillow. He smiled. "Be rougher tonight."
The rougher, the better. Ideally, rough enough to make him bleed, to make him remember that searing pain and never forget it.
Feng Wanting looked at the beautiful