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Yifan's thrusts were merciless.

The desire relentlessly coursing through him completely deformed his conscience, preventing him from thinking straight. Right was suddenly wrong and wrong was absolutely right; he was heading in no direction. He simply plunged deeper into an abyss of inevitable no return, free falling into a pit of pleasure.

The smell of his pungent cologne, sprayed on him an hour prior to impress, had already been washed away by the sweat trickling down his skin. Bliss oozed from his pores along with the drops. He was too busy being concentrated on his current ordeal to flick them away.

A stunning heat surrounded his cock. The rest of his body was engulfed by the same scorching temperature, flames licking at him like a hair dryer burns hair. He was in dazzling ecstasy, mind imploding with pyrotechnics. And the fireworks he saw behind his closed eyelids all spelled one name each and every time they burst.

Tao, Tao, Tao, Tao...

He breathed the same musky air as the boy beneath him. He shared the same bed, invaded the same sheets. He was connected to him. And boy, was Yifan glad all of those items were checked off on his list.

Hands tangled in his hair for dear life as he claimed the person writhing underneath his mechanically moving body. Desperate whimpers escaped from somewhere in the messed up bedspread, lost to the fabric of the pillowcase and blanket.

Yifan crafted purple blotches that served as possessive stamps onto his prize. The boy was Yifan's and only Yifan's. Yifan wasn't willing to share what was his. He wasn't willing to share his boy.

He wasn't willing to share his Tao.

"Y-Yifan...!"

The quivering voice broke through the barricades Yifan had around himself in order to enclose the surges of delight he was experiencing. It sounded weak and on the edge of breaking, though lust was laced into his name.

He loved it. He loved every time that Tao opened his mouth and screamed out his name. It gave Yifan the sense of power he thrived on, nourished himself with. It also made him feel wanted.

Because never had Yifan felt this wanted. Tao clawed at him as if he were something that the younger man much needed to grasp. He was a delicacy Tao would die without tasting and touching.

The way they rocked together was something Yifan couldn't bend on. He'd been inside of many sluts; he'd fucked more times than he dunked in basketball (and Yifan dunked a lot.) Still, this was something he was sure he'd never had the chance to go through.

Tao was...special. Yifan got the first taste of that after he'd taken Tao out on the date he'd promised. It was the first time in his entire life that someone had thrown a Coke in his face in public.

The date had been, for lack of a better description, a disaster. They'd constantly fought with Tao's head thinking straight and able to fight Yifan's opinions on certain things.

From sweet Coke dripping down his skin in the cafe they went to, to the hard punch to his gut whislt walking in the park, Yifan had never gone through a date where he was losing control of the situation.

He was always dominant in everything. Nobody ever questioned his authority. Yifan was always simply placed on top. Tao was the first person he'd ever met to challenge him. And Yifan loved challenges.

Tao was rambunctious in spite of his aloof appearance. He was wild when he wanted to be. In a matter of seconds of his personality's transformation, Tao could spiral out of control. It seemed that Yifan was the cause of that ragged pattern recently.

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