707: Weak And Disabled [M]

Weak And Disabled [M]

1"Y–You…" Zeke was so shocked by this person's audacity that he was at an utter loss of words.  2

For starters, he had just woken up from a three-years coma only to go through a dangerous and life threatening ambush. He was exposed to the violent blizzard for hours and ended up contracting a high fever. Now that the fever had abated, his body was sore all over, even any sudden movement could pull on his tense muscles. He had not even exercised his stiff legs yet! Under Lu Yizhou's nimble hands, they were akin to soft vegetables that could be tossed and turned at will. 

When Zeke came to his senses, he found that Lu Yizhou was tugging down on the waistband on his trousers. He desperately reached out to grab it with all the strength he could muster while angrily rebuked, "You're bullying the weak and disabled!"

Lu Yizhou looked faintly amused. "Weak and disabled?"

"That's right!" Zeke gave a loud and righteous answer. Less than twenty four hours ago, he was still a patient in a deep coma. Now he could not even stand without support. What was he if not the weak and disabled?! 

"Hmm…" Lu Yizhou had a contemplating look on his face. Then, he suddenly reached out to flick the tip of his finger on Zeke's erection that was clearly defined by the silk pajamas, earning him a strangled moan from the other. The corner of Lu Yizhou's lips tilted into an enticing smile as he continued to play with the weeping head with his long index finger. "This part of your body doesn't seem to be 'weak and disabled' at all…"

Zeke trembled and shuddered from the onslaught of pleasure that shot down his spine. This virgin body that had not been explored at all was exceedingly sensitive, so starved that one touch was enough to make his scalp turn numb. Groaning, he grasped onto the bedsheet, trying yet failing to escape from Lu Yizhou's teasing strokes. "N–No… stop, if you do that…" 

If Lu Yizhou continued to tease him, he would not be able to endure much longer! How embarrassing was it to come in his pants only from a single finger? Even the mere thought of it was enough to make Zeke want to die. However, never in a million chances would he expect that Lu Yizhou would truly stop and pull away. Confused and disoriented, he cracked open his eyes – wait, since when had he closed them? – and saw the man staring down at him with such a scorching and intense gaze that it made that sensitive part of him throb and pulse along with his wild heartbeat. 

Zeke's throat bobbed heavily. Before he could open his mouth to break the tense silence, he heard Lu Yizhou ask softly, "Do you really want me to stop?"

Zeke clicked his jaws shut and shot the man a vehement glare. What kind of question was that? How did he expect Zeke to answer it amidst this peril he was in?! 

As it turned out, Lu Yizhou had not had enough yet. "If you don't want to… then I won't." At first, Zeke thought that he was being his mean self as usual, but when he scrutinized closer, he found a hint of gravity in Lu Yizhou's silver orbs, which indicated that he meant every word he said. 

He would really stop if Zeke said 'no'...

Fucking hell, Zeke cursed inside his head. This kind of attack was truly not good for his heart for the long run. How could Lu Yizhou utter something so serious yet still exuded such deadly temptation that turned his heart to shambles?

Zeke swallowed again, his throat so dry that it almost caught fire. He swept his gaze over Lu Yizhou's drool-worthy and chiseled body hidden under the clothes, the wall behind him, the floor and the bedsheet – anywhere but his eyes. Then he murmured under his breath, "Y–Your injuries are so severe. How can you do anything in this kind of—"

Lu Yizhou cut him off with a deep and melodious chuckle. "Got it."

Zeke froze. Before he could even ask what the man meant by that, he sensed Lu Yizhou's broad and hot palm slipping into the hem of his shirt, feeling along the skin of his belly and massaging his waist. Zeke was truly helpless against this kind of gentle caresses on his touch-starved body. His head seemed to drum along with his heartbeat as he bit down on his lips to contain the wanton and embarrassing moans. His grip on the bedsheets was so tight that his knuckles turned white.

Slowly, Lu Yizhou leaned in with his hand gliding over Zeke's heaving chest to thumb on Zeke's taut nipple. His lean and skillful fingers moved at such a gentle yet excruciating pace, twisting and flicking on the quivering nub, making it harden even more. Quivering from the delicious torture of pleasure, Zeke did not even realize when Lu Yizhou had pushed his shirt up to his chest and his eyes snapped wide open in shock at the feel of hot and moist sensation on his chest.

"Ah… no, Lu Yizhou!" Zeke squirmed and moaned when the tip of Lu Yizhou's tongue circled around the aching and raw nipple before taking it into his warm mouth, sucking it so hard that Zeke felt as if his soul was going to be sucked out too. Gasping, he held onto Lu Yizhou's head with both arms, his fingers tugging hard at his hair to vent the swirl of bliss zinging through his body. "No, I'm sweaty– hmm, stop! Oh God, you're going to suck them off…" the tail end of his sentence ended in a loud cry when Lu Yizhou abruptly bit down, imprinting a full circle of bite marks around his swollen and abused nub.

Zeke trembled, both in rage and extreme arousal. Biting this hard… was he going to bite a chunk of flesh off?! Did he think he was a zombie?!

As though in apology, Lu Yizhou licked along the bruised bite marks in order to soothe his lover's pain. But soon, he moved to the other untouched nub and repeated the same ministrations again! Now there were twin bite marks around Zeke's wet and puffy nipples. It was so stark against his fair skin like a burning brand. 

Leaning back, he stared at his own masterpiece and licked the corner of his lips in satisfaction. "Beautiful…"

Zeke draped the back of his hand over his lips, biting down on it to muffle his own groan. His entire body was rapidly heating up like he was boiled in a magma. And he was so hard inside his pants that he could feel it leaking through his pants. His eyes were misty and glazed over, transfixed on the man who was staring down at him with so much love, infatuation and adoration. 

Cursing under his breath, Zeke finally gave up on his futile attempt to struggle. He should have known that there was no way he could win against Lu Yizhou, not when his willpower was so thin it was practically invisible when it came to this man. He wanted Lu Yizhou – he craved for this man with every inch of his flesh and every drop of his blood. And he was not going to think about the consequences anymore. Fuck them all! He was going to claim this gorgeous and sexy man for himself and no one would be able to tell him otherwise!

He tilted his head and bared the fair and elegant column of his neck, then raised a brow full of provocation at Lu Yizhou. "Just that…?" He tried to calm his breathing as he flashed a taunting yet seductive smirk. "Is that all you can get up to, baby?"

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