590: 9.60 I Can? [M]

9.60 I Can? [M]

Zhao Bolin had really been prepared for death. However, the long awaited pain did not come. Through the loud hammer of the downpour, he heard Lu Yizhou say, "No…" His voice was ragged as if the heavy panting had eroded it thin, so soft and filled with painful pleading. "Won't bite you… I won't bite you…"  1

Zhao Bolin gasped when Lu Yizhou's lips moved to his shoulder and bit down gently on the fabric of his pajamas, as though it was the only way he could prevent himself from truly drowning in desire. The tremor which shook through him intensified. The hands braced beside Zhao Bolin's head had long since balled into fists and right now, Zhao Bolin could even hear his knuckles cracking from how hard he was clenching them. 

"I won't bite you…" Lu Yizhou said again, more to himself. This time, his scorching lips were planted on Zhao Bolin's upper arm, still covered in pajamas, suckling and licking. 

All of a sudden, Zhao Bolin seemed to realize that perhaps, he was not the only one who had it hard. When he was struggling to suppress his desire, fooling himself again and again that it was only the thirst of knowledge that attracted him to the other and nothing else, perhaps… Lu Yizhou was also fighting his own battle. 

But it was clearly much more difficult for him. His body had changed beyond recognition, yet his soul was still human. Tethering between the edge of desire and hunger, not knowing when he would lose control of himself, afraid that he would unknowingly hurt another… 

Everything was suddenly crystal clear in Zhao Bolin's mind. And at the same time, he also realized what Lu Yizhou wanted.

He bit down on his lips, struggling. He knew that if he were to say this, then… their ambiguous relationship would undergo a massive change. This undefine intimacy was only separated by a thin paper window. And Lu Yizhou had given him the control. This time, it was up to him to poke it through, to tear the barrier down and step into Lu Yizhou's life. Once he did… there would be no going back. Zhao Bolin tried to check in on himself and found no resistance whatsoever. He could not help but laugh mockingly at himself. Exactly where his bottom line was when it came to Lu Yizhou? Even he had difficulty discerning that. 

Letting out a sigh, Zhao Bolin lifted his head to tug his collar tighter to himself. Before Lu Yizhou could take it as a sign of rejection, he said, "...Okay." Then thinking that he had not made himself clear, he elaborated, "It's okay, Lu Yizhou. I understand. You can—"

Before he even finished his sentence, Lu Yizhou suddenly lifted his head and a pair of abyss-like eyes stared at him unblinkingly. Zhao Bolin momentarily forgot what he was going to say, too mesmerized by how dazzling those eyes were. This… This was truly unfair! He had clearly been trying to get a glimpse on Lu Yizhou's face to no avail and now that he had softened up, the zombie decided to step up the game! Zhao Bolin's cheeks heated up. How could he possibly confess when he was being stared at so intensely like this?!

Lu Yizhou urged, "I can…?" His voice was so soft, so fragile as though he was afraid that he had heard wrong.

Zhao Bolin shut his eyes, groaning. When he showed a face like that, how could Zhao Bolin ever resist? Bracing himself, he gritted his teeth and went forth with it. It was now or never! "I understand that you're unwilling to bite me so…" He tightly gripped his own collar, hiding his neck from sight. His cheeks felt so warm that he could practically steam an egg on it. Under those unyielding gaze, Zhao Bolin averted his gaze shyly. "I will watch your back. So don't worry and… do whatever you want—ah!" 

Without waiting for him to finish, Lu Yizhou dived down again. This time, his lips went straight to the crook of Zhao Bolin's neck. However, because Zhao Bolin had a death grip on his collar, Lu Yizhou's lips touched nothing but the soft, silky fabric of his pajamas. But this was already enough… this was exactly what Lu Yizhou had needed! A satisfied growl rumbled from his throat and it was as if a string had snapped inside his mind.

Lu Yizhou had been dreading this moment, unwilling to imagine what he would have done if he were to lose control of his zombie instinct and come hunting for Zhao Bolin. He had never foreseen that something like this would happen so quickly. He thought that he was already a lost cause. Hurting Zhao Bolin was not an option, so… the only way he could escape from this situation was to blast his own head. And he had been ready to do it a few seconds ago.

He was the Zombie King. He had a hunch that even if his brain was destroyed, he would not necessarily perish, unlike his zombie minions. At least, Zhao Bolin would be safe this way. He might need a longer time to regenerate, but it would be worth it if he could prevent himself from biting his lover and turning him into a zombie.

But… who could have expected that…

Zhao Bolin's gentle acceptance and thoughtful consideration was something he never dared to dream about. However, that was what his lover offered him. Every single time, he always managed to catch Lu Yizhou off guard, making him fall deeper into the mire of love, unable to extricate himself out of it. God, he loved this man so much, so much that he was going insane!

"Hmm… lighter…!" Zhao Bolin's moan echoed around him, cocooning him in a heated and soft embrace. Lu Yizhou obeyed and soothed his bite with a sensual lick, eliciting a full body shudder from the beautiful man beneath him. "Ahh!! Yes…" he gasped, breathless. He was still gripping onto his own collar with one hand, while the other slid into the back of Lu Yizhou's head, pressing the zombie's head deeper into his own chest. "More… More! It feels so good…"

Lu Yizhou responded with his own groan and continued to tease Zhao Bolin's perk nipple with the tip of his tongue. The hard nub was outlined clearly through the silk pajamas which had become wet due to Lu Yizhou's saliva. Even though he had no way to taste his lover's skin directly, Lu Yizhou was already satisfied. He took the perk nub between his teeth and sucked hard, earning him a delightful cry. 

Zhao Bolin's back arched off the ground before he slumped back to the bed, panting heavily.

Lu Yizhou licked the corner of his lips and drew back to admire his masterpiece. Zhao Bolin's hair had gotten messy from the tossing and turning, and he had bitten his lips so hard that they turned luscious and swollen. Through the crimson haze of Lu Yizhou's vision, his lover's cheeks flushed so red that it resembled blood. He was still clad in pajamas which covered his skin, but the twin spot which Lu Yizhou had just licked was wet, sticking to his body erotically. It was almost a sin how ethereal he was. 

"Lu Yizhou…" those alluring lips parted to utter his name, shaky and weak. It was apparent that he had not come down from the high. 

However, Lu Yizhou was far from full. He had not had enough yet. As such, he slid down Zhao Bolin's body until his face was adjacent to his lover's trembling abdomen. There, a wide wet patch was formed around the area of his crotch. Lu Yizhou propped Zhao Bolin's thighs up and placed them on his shoulders, letting his lover's long legs dangle in the air. 

Zhao Bolin's eyes widened adorably and he stuttered, "W–What are you—"

Lu Yizhou smirked. And then without answering, he leaned down to lick the white essence that was stuck on the fabric. 

"Ah—!" Zhao Bolin threw his head back and cried out in pleasure. "T–That is… That place is dirty!"

In response, Lu Yizhou buried his head deeper and opened his mouth wide. It was difficult to take in Zhao Bolin's soft cock covered by the silk, but he did his best. He tilted his head and sucked on the rapidly swelling shaft, mixing the cum with his own saliva. 

Zhao Bolin screamed and his legs thrashed around in wild abandon. Alas, Lu Yizhou did not dare to exert too much strength for fear that he could accidentally break his lover's legs. And hence, he could only let Zhao Bolin kick him as his tongue lapped on his lover's leaking head.

Lu Yizhou's head was floaty and his mind grew fuzzy with lust. He had no idea whether it was the zombie's psyche at work or because he had been suppressing his own desire for too long, but the thin silk pajamas did not deter him at all. As the taste of Zhao Bolin's cum spread on his tongue, Lu Yizhou felt as if he was tasting the most exquisite wine, one which could intoxicate anyone with just a little sip. 

Not satisfied, he propped Zhao Bolin's legs higher whilst his head traveled lower and lower… until he reached his lover's hole. 

Zhao Bolin suddenly gripped a fistful of his hair, eyes wide in alarm. "W–What are you going to do?!"

"Ssh…" His voice was so hoarse that he could hardly recognize it himself, but Lu Yizhou could not spare any time to care. He rubbed circles on Zhao Bolin's thigh, feeling his lover's body tremble even harder, and smirked. "It's okay, sweetheart. I won't do anything you don't want me to…"

"Y–You…" Zhao Bolin sputtered, but Lu Yizhou no longer listened.

Using the tip of his tongue, Lu Yizhou poked the puckered hole with frightening accuracy and dragged his tongue around that spot as though marking it for future use, tainting it with his own essence. He buried his nose until the fabric was stretched to its maximum and took in his lover's unique scent with intense greed. "Haa… Damn it, Zhao Bolin. I'm really… going crazy for you…" The fervent confession slipped out of his lips unknowingly and his hot exhale fanned Zhao Bolin's sensitive place, making his cock swell even harder. 

His sharp senses took in the sharp hitches on Zhao Bolin's throat, the moans he was trying so hard to keep in and the violent tremors on his body. He knew that his lover was close. No longer playing around, Lu Yizhou returned to the little leaking cock and took it in his hand, his thumb rubbing affectionately on the tip. One second before Zhao Bolin could explode, Lu Yizhou suddenly pulled down the waistband of his trousers and boxer in one move, freeing the flushed shaft.

The combination of the sudden space, the jostling and Lu Yizhou's scorching breath was too much for Zhao Bolin to take. With a muffled cry, he came… and released right into Lu Yizhou's awaiting mouth. Thick viscous liquid painted the zombie's nose, cheeks and mouth. Lu Yizhou stretched his tongue out to take as much as he could and swallowed in satisfaction. Unwilling to even let one drop go to waste, he scooped the remaining cum with his fingers and brought it to his mouth, sucking in bliss.

Lu Yizhou eyed the gorgeous, trembling little cock and the glistening essence on it. He really wanted to lick it but… He thought for one long second before tugging Zhao Bolin's waistband back and covering it from sight.

Forget it, he had known that his saliva was one of the virus carriers but he still had no idea if he could transfer it if he licked Zhao Bolin's cock. Better not try it…

Zhao Bolin peeled his eyes open with difficulty and caught sight of a certain zombie's dissatisfied expression. Even if he wanted to get angry, he had no energy left. What are you disappointed about huh? You've almost sucked my soul out of my dick and you still want more?! All of a sudden, Professor Zhao dreaded his future sexual life. Perhaps, he would not die due to the virus but… he would die for being pleasured too much! Heavens!

"You…" Zhao Bolin bit the tip of his tongue and changed his words swiftly for fear that he would provoke a certain zombie into action again. "How are you feeling? Have you calmed down?" 

Lu Yizhou's eyes had not returned to normal, which meant that the zombie instinct within him had not dispersed. But compared to his abnormal and wretched condition earlier, he had clearly gotten better. Zhao Bolin really wanted to note this in his notebook despite his embarrassment for recalling what had transpired earlier. So, eating someone's semen could sate a zombie's hunger as well? 

"Hmm…" a gentle smile hung upon his lips as he replied. "I'm very good."

Of course, look at how happy you are! Professor Zhao grumbled inwardly at the zombie's shamelessness but in the end, he still had to ask, "So… aren't you going to tell me what happened now?" His expression crumbled in displeasure. "You have gone after Yang Tengfei, haven't you?"

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