180: 4.45 Cold And Lonely [M]

4.45 Cold And Lonely [M]

It was when Lu Yizhou snapped his hips forward did he recognize that the man was still buried inside him, deep, hardening by each second. His eyes flew open in bewilderment but all he could see was the subtle tilt of Lu Yizhou's smirk. "Are you awake?" That one question sent lightning coiling all over his body and every sensation crashed back into him in full force. He could feel where they were connected, the wide girth of Lu Yizhou's cock that made a place within himself, the subtle throbs and twitches when he rolled his hips, a promise of more to come.2

Heimo choked on his breath. "T—The dual cultivation is done—"

"Yes." Lu Yizhou straightened up and lifted Heimo's legs up to his shoulders, almost folding him in half. "The proper business is done. Now, we are getting to the real thing." Then, he started to pull out until only the tip remained before ramming in with one sharp movement. Heimo gasped out a scream, tears filled his eyes from the oversensitivity. "Didn't you say that you're going to kill me, Lan'er?" Lu Yizhou whispered into his ears, taunting. "I am still waiting."

"You—meanie!" He scratched, squirmed and kicked, yet Lu Yizhou had a tight grip on him, fingers digging into the flesh of his hips, so hard that it would undoubtedly leave bruises the next morning. Lu Yizhou rained kisses down his face, the graceful arch of his neck, his collarbone before he got to the star-shaped birthmark on his chest and bit down in earnest, imprinting the shape of his teeth like a personal brand.

The bed creaked loudly with the rhythm of their lovemaking, dangerously close to coming apart under the weight of two adult men. The headboard banged against the wall again and again to the point where people next door — or maybe the entire floor — would know what they were doing behind the closed door. Somehow, it turned him on even more. Such a pleasurable coitus between two men, forbidden under Heaven and frowned upon by mortals. Yet they retained none of the shame as they sank deeper and deeper into each other, taking whatever they could like a beast stripped to its instinct.

Heimo had no idea how long they locked themselves in the room as Lu Yizhou took him again and again on every flat surface; on the floor, atop of the table where Heimo laid like a sumptuous dish, against the wall. He lost track of time, everything forgotten except for the feel of Lu Yizhou inside him, his arms holding him tight and his hot breaths against his ears. It was like they were trying to make up for the lost time, days, weeks and months, the fervor unleashed unstoppably.

***

He awoke by the sun beams that shot straight to his eyelids. Groaning, Heimo draped his arm over his eyes, hissing when the movement pulled on the muscles in places that hadn't been used before. For a while, he was disoriented, his mind swirling in delighted bliss. Then all at once, the memories returned and he sat up in a jerk, gasping at the pain that crawled up his backside. Grimacing, he massaged on his sore waist and scanned the room. It was empty.

The heavy scent of musk, sweat and sex in the air had almost dissipated and the room had returned to its original appearance. There was no sign of their wild lovemaking on the table, or the rough evidence when Lu Yizhou pressed him against the wall and shoved into his heat in one thrust, causing his release to stain the surface. Everything was spotless. Not only that, his body was also fresh and clean, free of the previous night's stickiness and cum. At one point of time, Lu Yizhou must have wiped him down and dressed him in his robes. If it wasn't for the bruises and soreness on his body, he would have thought that he was merely dreaming.

But where was Lu Yizhou?

The corner of Heimo's lips curled downward. If he wanted to go, couldn't he leave a message or something? It was upsetting, to be so engaged in the intimation as if they couldn't bear to live without each other, only to wake up on the bed alone. Cold and lonely. 

Heimo shook his head and slapped his cheeks a few times. Maybe it was better like this; to never have to bid farewell to each other, to let the beautiful memory of the previous night become the last. Certainly, it was better to see him go and know that they would no longer be able to have each other like they did before. With a sigh, Heimo dragged himself off the bed to wash his face on the basin, holding the urge to open his robe and examined for himself how many marks had been left behind, how long it would take to disappear completely. Heimo stared into the rippled reflection of himself on the water surface and pursed his lips. No—no, Heimo, you are not allowed to cry—

A sharp whistle from a distance away caught his attention and he was on the window in a blink of an eye. Pushing it open, he shivered from the cold air of winter morning before gasping when he recognized the flare. It was the signal that he and Shijie had agreed on before, the one only the two of them knew.

Ningning was in danger!

Heimo dashed out of the inn before his brain could even catch up, ignoring the innkeeper who was chasing after him, shouting something he couldn't discern with his current buzzing mind. The weather was freezing yet Heimo was sweating bullets and his teeth chattered in fear. If something happened to Ningning, if something indeed happened to her when he was too enamored with Lu Yizhou, Heimo wouldn't be able to forgive himself! Heimo must have painted a ridiculous image in the middle of the street; disheveled robes, uncombed hair and manic, crazed eyes. Alas, Heimo couldn't bring himself to care. He was running at full speed to search for a secluded area where he could summon the demonic energy to bring him home when a faint conversation traveled to his ears. The word 'Jingxue-Jun' stopped him in his tracks, frozen.

"...not dead?"

"I have no idea. Some people have confirmed his death but some said that they haven't even seen his corpse. The Black Demon is too cruel! Of all people, he just has to harm Jingxue-Jun! There are hearsays that Sect Leader Ling is enraged and has decided to gather an army to commence a war against the demonic cultivators! But— ssh, come here and let me whisper to you — I also heard a few people saying that they have seen Jingxue-Jun using demonic energy and his sword, Hexue, is broken beyond repair!"

"Oh my god! Jingxue-Jun?! You must have heard wrong! How could such a person steer into the path of demonic cultivation?!"

Snowflakes floated around Heimo and some slipped into the back of his loose collar, melting as soon as they touched the warm skin. His arms were prickling with goosebumps yet it seemed like his senses had been numbed. What… What were they talking about? Jingxue-Jun? Demonic cultivation? They were two separate entities that he thought wouldn't exist in one sentence. Were they still talking about the Jingxue-Jun he knew?

Foreboding arose in his heart as he rummaged through his sleeves for his qiankun pouch and once he found it, his mind instantly drew blank. His feet staggered and he would have fallen down if there wasn't a solid wall behind him. Lu Yizhou, the man who had just fucked Heimo into the mattress last night, who had kissed and caressed his body with gentle and loving touches, had disappeared. Bringing along with him not only the dragon egg, but every material Heimo had gathered to open the gate to the demonic realm.

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