Lips and tongues collided fiercely, and the saliva that couldn’t be swallowed down overflowed from the corners of their mouths.

When Ning Zhiyuan’s heavy breathing caused a slight separation, Cen Zhisen took back the initiative. He kissed from his chin down to his neck and shoulders, producing erotic “sizzling” sounds.

Ning Zhiyuan, breathing heavily with his head tilted back, felt Cen Zhisen’s fingers lightly brushing against his waist. He grabbed his wrist and frowned, “Don’t touch.”

“I didn’t touch,” Cen Zhisen said hoarsely, “I meant nearby places.”

Ning Zhiyuan’s brows remained furrowed, but he suddenly thought of something. He pointed his fingertip and rubbed it on Cen Zhisen’s hand back, “Take off your clothes.”

Cen Zhisen’s breath slightly hitched, and he almost immediately understood what Ning Zhiyuan meant.

They undressed together and entered the room.

Ning Zhiyuan casually turned on a floor lamp. Like the ubiquitous lights in this city, it had a warm yellow tone, adding a hint of ambiguity.

Next to the lamp was a large dressing mirror. They embraced in front of the mirror, and the tattoos on their bodies merged into one.

Ning Zhiyuan stared at it for a moment, somewhat infatuated. “It looks beautiful.”

He raised his fingers and gently touched it. Cen Zhisen stopped him, saying, “Don’t touch either. Be careful not to get inflamed.”

Ning Zhiyuan chuckled softly, reminding him, “Go get the camera.”

Lacking a tripod, they had to place the camera on the counter. Fortunately, the height was just about right.

While Cen Zhisen was playing with the camera, Ning Zhiyuan felt a bit cold. He put on a coat and walked to the window, looking outside.

The snow was much heavier than before, falling gracefully. Roofs of nearby and distant buildings, along with the tall and short spires, gradually accumulated snow. Under the warm-colored night lights, it looked dreamlike.

Cen Zhisen pressed against him from behind, and Ning Zhiyuan relaxed, leaning against him. He felt enveloped in the warmth of his body, continuing to enjoy the snowy night scene outside the window. “Who did you come with the last time you were here?” Ning Zhiyuan asked.

“Alone,” Cen Zhisen replied.

Ning Zhiyuan turned his head to look into his eyes, “Really alone?”

“Really,” Cen Zhisen said, “When I was studying, I liked to wander around. Most of the time, I was alone.”

A smile appeared at the corner of Ning Zhiyuan’s mouth, “Is the camera ready?”

“Yeah,” Cen Zhisen’s hand reached into Ning Zhiyuan’s coat pocket and took out the ring. He held it between his fingers, letting the ring absorb his body temperature.

Ning Zhiyuan allowed him to hold his hand, just reminding him, “Put it on the right hand.”

“The right hand?”

“Yeah.”

Cen Zhisen gently stroked the back of his hand, seemingly understanding something. The scar from a burn extended forward on his right pinky finger. As the ring slid on, it smoothed out the old scar.

Ning Zhiyuan felt the warmth when their fingertips touched, remembering what Cen Zhisen had said before – that once he confirmed his love, he would personally help him put on this ring.

This person had been waiting all along.

And he had been waiting for this moment for a long time as well.

Cen Zhisen leaned his chin on Ning Zhiyuan’s shoulder, still embracing him from behind, holding his hand and examining it for a moment. Satisfied, he said, “It fits well.”

“It looks good,” Ning Zhiyuan asked him, “How did you know the size?”

“By feeling,” Cen Zhisen let out a short laugh from his throat. “Just by touch, I can tell the size of any part of your body.”

A sense of humor was mixed into the serious words. Ning Zhiyuan also laughed, turning around and leaning against the window glass. He lifted his hand to encircle Cen Zhisen’s neck, gently caressing his neck with his fingers, a hint of laziness in his eyes.

Cen Zhisen was also touching him. His hands roamed into Ning Zhiyuan’s coat, lingeringly caressing the body hidden underneath.

As they pressed against each other even more closely, Ning Zhiyuan reminded him, “Take photos first.”

A bit reluctantly, Cen Zhisen let go of him, “Come over.”

They walked to the counter, retreated a few meters, and Cen Zhisen selected the most suitable distance. They discarded Ning Zhiyuan’s coat, embracing each other again.

Bodies pressed together, legs entwined, and each of their hands holding the other’s back.

The light from the floor lamp shone from Ning Zhiyuan’s side, and behind them was a solid-colored wall.

The shutter clicked.

The photo was taken excellently, capturing from the lower half of their faces down to the feet stepping on the equally plain floor. The visual focus was on their entwined bodies.

The only vivid color was the tattoos connecting their waists and hips – the red of the roses.

“It’s pretty good,” Ning Zhiyuan admired the photo.

While Easterners valued implicit beauty, in the West, regardless of the nature of artistic works, there was always a keen interest in presenting beauty through nudity and sexuality. They were a contradiction in between, both restrained and eager for madness, so they chose this method.

Cen Zhisen took the camera from his hand, closed the lens, and placed it back on the counter.

Their eyes met, and there was no need for further words.

Ning Zhiyuan, backed against the snowy night of Prague outside the window, felt the cold seeping through the gaps in the window frames. But he couldn’t think too much. Cen Zhisen’s body covered him, arms around him, and kisses continued.

The intertwining tongues and the collision of chests conveyed another kind of fervent heat.

The kiss lasted a long time, and when Ning Zhiyuan tilted his head back and distanced himself a bit, his eyes, filled with a hint of intoxication, were smiling.

He turned Cen Zhisen around by embracing his back, sliding his hands down his back, kneeling in front of Cen Zhisen. He looked at the exceptionally impressive size of the erect crotch that was now so close to him, and unconsciously swallowed. It was the first time he had scrutinized it at such a close range, and the visual impact was particularly strong. The thick and long shape had fully hardened during the friction in the previous photoshoot. The bright red and large glans stood proudly, continuously oozing fluid from the tip.

Ning Zhiyuan slowly moved closer, extending his tongue to lick it lightly. The salty and tangy taste filled his mouth, and he forced himself to endure the discomfort, licking it again and again, gradually taking the tip into his mouth. It was indeed unfamiliar, even a bit clumsy. Cen Zhisen’s crotch was too big, making even the simple act of oral sex particularly challenging. He had to pause occasionally to catch his breath. Due to difficulty in breathing, his face seemed to flush, and his brows unconsciously furrowed. It was uncomfortable, but he persisted.

Cen Zhisen wasn’t feeling much better. He was occasionally bumped by Ning Zhiyuan’s teeth, and it hurt a bit. More than physical pleasure, it was more about psychological stimulation.

Just being held like this by Ning Zhiyuan was enough to excite him to the point where his whole body trembled.

His hand caressed the back of Ning Zhiyuan’s ear and head, as if encouraging him, and he hoarsely reminded, “Take it slow, let go first. Adjust your breathing. Start from below, lick it.”

Ning Zhiyuan followed Cen Zhisen’s guidance and licked his balls, licking up along the tangled blue veins on his erect crotch. He then took him into his mouth again. Cen Zhisen gasped, and the force of his hand caressing him increased.

Ning Zhiyuan was a good learner and learned quickly. Guided by Cen Zhisen’s instructions and being a man himself, he knew better how to please the other. After gradually getting used to it, the actions of licking, sucking, and swallowing became more proficient. Following Cen Zhisen’s example, he used his tongue to tease the slit at the tip, making the already hard crotch in his mouth even more swollen.

At first, Cen Zhisen was holding back, letting Ning Zhiyuan take the initiative. Later, he couldn’t restrain himself anymore. He pressed Ning Zhiyuan’s head down forcefully, rapidly thrusting into his mouth, reaching deep into his throat.

When pulling out, he slowed down a bit. The ejaculation happened in Ning Zhiyuan’s mouth, catching him off guard.

As Cen Zhisen had wanted previously, he finally cummed all over Ning Zhiyuan’s face.

Ning Zhiyuan was still a bit dazed. When he realized what had happened, Cen Zhisen had already pulled him up. Cen Zhisen eagerly kissed him, embracing him tightly, and the taste of excitement was in the air.

Ning Zhiyuan continuously rolled his throat, and most of what happened just now was swallowed down. Cen Zhisen withdrew from his mouth and licked his lips.

Cum hung all over Ning Zhiyuan’s face—eyebrows, eyelashes, the tip of his nose—sticky and damp, lewd and sensual, exceptionally enticing.

He seemed to be a bit uncomfortable, wrinkling his brow. When he raised his hand to wipe, Cen Zhisen held it down.

Cen Zhisen pressed him against the window glass, getting closer, and slowly licked away the traces.

…

When Cen Zhisen thrust in, Ning Zhiyuan’s back was against the window glass, his body almost suspended. His legs were wrapped around Cen Zhisen’s waist, and Cen Zhisen barely supported his body.

After sufficient lubrication, his entrance was wet and slippery again, continuously secreting fluids. The feeling without a condom was particularly different. Cen Zhisen could hardly hold back; from the moment he entered, he thrust particularly fast, forcefully hitting the spot that Ning Zhiyuan couldn’t bear.

Ning Zhiyuan with his head tilted back, filled the quiet space with extremely lascivious moans.

Cen Zhisen rapidly thrust into his body, the rhythm almost chaotic. Today, he was going crazy, especially after Ning Zhiyuan said he loved him and they put on the ring. He just wanted to possess him more deeply and intensely, leaving his mark on this person in his embrace.

Feeling the heated thrusts and collisions from behind, Ning Zhiyuan’s crotch also stood erect, rubbing against Cen Zhisen’s lower abdomen. It continuously oozed fluids without needing any additional stimulation. This alone was enough to excite him. His entrance kept contracting, trying hard to endure the urge to cum

Cen Zhisen suddenly stopped, murmuring in a hoarse voice while biting his earlobe, “You’re so tight, so wet.”

“I can’t take it anymore,” Ning Zhiyuan uttered a difficult sound from his throat, urging, “Finish quickly…”

“Hold on a bit longer,” Cen Zhisen reminded him.

At the last moment, Cen Zhisen thrusting stopped again, suppressing the desire to release. “Let me cum inside.”

Ning Zhiyuan closed his eyes, hands clasped on Cen Zhisen’s shoulders. “Mm.” After dozens of more frantic and rapid thrusts, streams of cum were ejaculated into Ning Zhiyuan’s body. At the same time, Ning Zhiyuan, enveloped in the intense stimulation, also released at the same time.

One o’clock in the morning.

After taking a shower, Ning Zhiyuan, draped in a bathrobe, leaned against the window and smoked. Cen Zhisen sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him. His gaze lingered on the face behind the smoke.

Today, he finally got what he wanted. Cen Zhisen thought, Ning Zhiyuan, who was willing to try everything with him, tasted even better than he had imagined.

Ning Zhiyuan bit the cigarette and looked over.

Cen Zhisen, thinking of something, gestured with his eyes.

Ning Zhiyuan approached and said first, “The last one. I’m really quitting after this.”

“Borrow a cigarette,” Cen Zhisen said.

Ning Zhiyuan looked down at him, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the smoke onto his face.

Cen Zhisen didn’t flinch, calmly meeting his gaze.

After a moment, Ning Zhiyuan smiled. Sitting face to face on his lap, he held the cigarette between his fingers and didn’t give it to him, saying, “Cen Zhisen, let me teach you. This is the correct way to borrow a cigarette.”

Taking another deep drag, he leaned in, embraced Cen Zhisen’s neck, and kissed him.

Cen Zhisen, as if anticipating his move, opened his lips in cooperation, and the pungent smoke drifted into their noses and mouths.

After the kiss, Cen Zhisen took the cigarette and extinguished it in the ashtray on the bedside table. “Do we still do it?”

“No more. If we do it again, we won’t get more than a few hours of sleep. I barely slept on the plane last night,” Ning Zhiyuan said, lowering his head. There was a prominent hickey on the side of his neck, visible even under the high-necked sweater. “You have a wedding to attend tomorrow. You can’t afford to doze off at someone else’s wedding, can you?”

Cen Zhisen reached up to touch the hickey, seemingly unconcerned. “Hmm, let’s sleep.”

Lying down on the same bed, Ning Zhiyuan seemed accustomed to it.

Like when they were children, he lay against Cen Zhisen’s arm, looking out the window. Actually, he couldn’t fall asleep so quickly.

With both hands wearing rings clasped together, a faint song seemed to drift in from outside the window, coming from an indistinct direction.

“Ge.”

“Yeah?”

Ning Zhiyuan wanted to say something, but he felt there was nothing more to say.

The person behind him laughed and asked, “Zhiyuan, do you remember the movie we watched together before?”

“I remember.”

He did remember; that’s why he spontaneously suggested going to the tattoo shop with Cen Zhisen tonight.

“Actually, my favorite line from that movie is,” Cen Zhisen said, “I want to wake up to you every day.”

Like a myriad of snowflakes falling into his heart, gently smoothing out the restlessness.

“Yeah.”

“So, can we?”

“Help me move when we get back,” Ning Zhiyuan replied, completely relieved.

His thoughts drifted along with the ethereal song, drowsiness creeping in, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Listening to his gradually steady breathing, Cen Zhisen carefully withdrew his arm.

Setting an alarm on his phone, just before turning off the light, he softly said, “Good night.”

The next morning, at eight-thirty, the two of them went to the airport together.

Originally, Ning Zhiyuan hadn’t planned to let Cen Zhisen send him off, but this guy insisted, saying it was still early, and he must go.

Ning Zhiyuan enjoyed the early morning street scenes outside the car window. After a night of snow, it presented a different view, but unfortunately, he was leaving now and wouldn’t have a chance to take a closer look.

It seemed like he was always like this. Over the years, he had been busy with work, always rushing everywhere, and now he finally had a harbor where he could linger.

“The snow has stopped.”

Cen Zhisen also looked out the window, seeing that the snow that had been falling earlier had finally stopped. He slightly relaxed, hoping for better weather, hoping that Ning Zhiyuan would have a safe and smooth flight.

“I was actually thinking, if the plane really can’t take off, it’s fate,” Ning Zhiyuan said, sighing. “But unfortunately, even the heavens won’t let me be lazy.”

Cen Zhisen reached over to pat his back, “Think about the money; it’ll perk you up.”

Ning Zhiyuan laughed, “Alright.”

After arriving at the airport, Cen Zhisen accompanied him through the boarding procedures. When the time was right, he saw him off at the customs.

They separated at the customs gate.

“I’ll be going back the day after tomorrow,” Cen Zhisen said.

There was a class reunion tomorrow that he had agreed to attend, though he was already having second thoughts.

“Up to you. Anyway, tomorrow and the day after are working days. It doesn’t matter when you return,” Ning Zhiyuan said, without much anticipation.

But Cen Zhisen insisted, “I’ll come back and help you move.”

Ning Zhiyuan asked, “You don’t want to wait until the weekend?”

“I’ll help you move as soon as I get back.”

Ning Zhiyuan nodded, “Alright, see you the day after tomorrow.”

Cen Zhisen extended his pinkie, adorned with a tail ring, and gestured with his eyes.

Ning Zhiyuan was initially puzzled but then chuckled when he realized, extending his own pinkie to hook with Cen Zhisen’s.

Their rings lightly touched each other.

It was a little game they often played when they were kids.

Most of the time, it was Ning Zhiyuan clinging to Cen Zhisen, asking him to promise something, and they would hook their pinkies like this.

Cen Zhisen gently pulled, bringing Ning Zhiyuan into his arms, giving him a tight hug, and then letting go, just like the last time.

Ning Zhiyuan, as before, lifted his hand to encircle Cen Zhisen’s neck, using the passport and ticket in his hand to shield their actions from onlookers, quickly planting a kiss on his lips.

“Really leaving.”

They waved goodbye, one entering customs, the other standing still, watching.

When Cen Zhisen got back in the car after leaving the airport, he received a message from Ning Zhiyuan: “Just remembered to tell you, think of me at the class reunion, don’t waste time chatting with irrelevant people.”

Cen Zhisen pondered briefly, realizing who the “irrelevant people” might be, and touched the hickey on his neck, helplessly replying, “Don’t worry, I won’t.”

“Check your pocket.” Another message came from Ning Zhiyuan.

Cen Zhisen reached into his pocket and pulled out the Polaroid photo. At first, he was surprised, but then he saw the back of the photo where Ning Zhiyuan had completed the second half of the poem.

Cen Zhisen’s gaze lingered at the top, silently smiling.

A new message from Ning Zhiyuan came in: “Goodbye.”

He replied, “See you the day after tomorrow.”