bound by instinct

chapter 6

His fists tightened, nails digging into his palms as he forced himself to look away. "Chen Xin," he rasped, his voice thick with restraint, "I can't. You'll hate me... you'll hate yourself if I do this."

Chen Xin's frustration boiled over, his movements growing more frantic, more desperate. "I don't care!" he nearly shouted, his voice breaking on the words. "I can't stand it anymore! I need you, Gu Rong... please..."

The sight of Chen Xin, reduced to begging, made Gu Rong's heart ache. He had never seen him like this before—so utterly shattered, so consumed by need. Chen Xin's fingers moved faster, pressing into himself harder, but it was never enough. His body craved something more, something stronger, and no amount of pride could hold back the pleading words that spilled from his lips.

"I'm begging you," Chen Xin whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of shame and raw desire. "Please... touch me... just... just a little..."
Gu Rong squeezed his eyes shut, his body trembling with restraint. The fire in his chest raged, the need to respond almost overwhelming, but he couldn't—he wouldn't. His voice came out in a ragged breath. "Chen Xin, you don't know what you're asking..."

"I do!" Chen Xin snapped, his voice thick with frustration. His hand stilled for a moment, his chest heaving with the effort of holding back. "I know exactly what I'm asking. I need you, Gu Rong. No one else..."

The admission hit Gu Rong like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, just a moment, his resolve wavered. His heart pounded in his chest, and the sight of Chen Xin, trembling and pleading, was almost too much to bear. But even as his instincts screamed at him to give in, he knew he couldn't—not like this.

Gu Rong turned back fully now, his eyes dark with a mixture of desire and guilt. He knelt down beside Chen Xin but didn't reach for him. Instead, his voice softened, strained with the weight of his restraint. "I'm here, Chen Xin... but not like that. Not when you're like this."

Chen Xin's hand stilled, his body trembling with frustration and exhaustion. His breath came in ragged gasps, and his silver eyes met Gu Rong's, filled with a mixture of anger and need. "Then just hold me," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Just... hold me."

Gu Rong let out a shaky breath, his hands trembling as he reached for Chen Xin, pulling him into a tight embrace. Chen Xin collapsed into him, burying his face in Gu Rong's chest as his body shuddered with the force of his suppressed desire. Gu Rong's arms tightened around him, his own breath ragged as he held Chen Xin close, trying to offer some semblance of comfort without crossing the line they both feared.

But as Chen Xin pressed against him, his breath hitching with every movement, the tension between them only grew. His fingers dug into Gu Rong's clothes, his body aching for more, and though Gu Rong held him, his restraint unwavering, the fire between them burned hotter than ever.Gu Rong's arms were firm and steady, wrapped tightly around Chen Xin as he trembled against him. The heat between them was palpable, Chen Xin's breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as he pressed closer, his body burning with need. Gu Rong held still, his heart pounding in his chest, his Alpha instincts warring against his will to protect Chen Xin from himself. But he couldn't ignore the way Chen Xin's fingers moved, sliding down between his own legs again, the quiet wet sounds of slick skin filling the air.

Chen Xin let out a quiet, broken whimper, his fingers moving faster, more frantic. His body pressed tighter against Gu Rong, seeking more, needing more. Every touch sent another jolt of heat through him, but it still wasn't enough. He was consumed by desire, and Gu Rong's presence—so close, so solid—only made it worse.

"Gu Rong..." Chen Xin gasped, his voice low and desperate. He shifted, his slick fingers brushing against Gu Rong's hand where it rested on his hip. His eyes, glazed with a mixture of frustration and need, flickered up to meet Gu Rong's dark, conflicted gaze. Slowly, deliberately, Chen Xin guided Gu Rong's hand lower, pressing it against his own soaked heat.