“My little prince.”

“You are my king.”

My life, my entire world, all my love and more.

The mountains and rivers stretch endlessly, but this love knows no bounds.

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Shi Anzhi coldly commanded, “Look up.”

Li Jiu obediently raised his head, not yet realizing what was about to happen. Suddenly, a figure lunged straight at him. Instinctively, Li Jiu opened his arms to catch it—it was Shi Anzhi, who had broken free from the stirrups and leapt directly into his embrace.

The impact was heavy and fierce, knocking Li Jiu backward as he instinctively tightened his grip around the person falling into his arms. The two of them tumbled several times across the ground, flattening a patch of short grass before the momentum subsided.

The collision had left Li Jiu almost gasping for air. Just as he was about to take a deep breath after the rolling stopped, his lips were abruptly sealed by a kiss.

Shi Anzhi fiercely and angrily bit down on him, entirely abandoning his usual gentleness and obedience. His forceful action tore open the shallow wound on Li Jiu’s lip, filling the space between their mouths with a strong metallic tang of blood. Li Jiu let out a muffled groan, instantly turned up by this irritated and rough Shi Anzhi.  

His lower body swelled rapidly, straining against the tight riding outfit that now felt unbearably restrictive. Shi Anzhi pressed him down, biting hard and furiously tangling his fingers in Li Jiu’s hair, gripping his face, neck, and shoulders with an almost desperate intensity. One hand slipped under Li Jiu’s partially open shirt, pressing against his iron-hard chest muscles, slick with sweat.

Unable to grip the solid muscles beneath his hand, Shi Anzhi leaned down and bit directly. Li Jiu took a sharp breath, his hands sliding from Shi Anzhi’s back down to his waist and hips, kneading with frantic haste. In the midst of this chaotic blend of affection and punishment, he lost all restraint.

The silver riding pants were difficult to remove, but Li Jiu tore at them randomly. The stiff fabric slid down Shi Anzhi’s long legs, exposing him completely. The enraged punisher was biting down cruelly on Li Jiu’s shoulder, leaving a bloody bite mark. He violently groped Li Jiu’s naked waist and hips, paying no mind to anything but making the bastard beneath him suffer.

Shi Anzhi continued to bite and kiss him, his breath coming in heavy pants. Li Jiu let him straddle him, allowing him to vent his anger and frustration. Before Shi Anzhi could completely exhaust himself, Li Jiu freed his throbbing cock. He took his lips in a deep, domineering kiss to regain control. As he soothed the furious Xiao Shi with repeated kisses, he spat on his hand for a makeshift lubricant and entered him directly.

Shi Anzhi let out a whimper, his neck arching in resistance. He clenched his fists and struck Li Jiu’s chest repeatedly, only to hurt himself in the process. Li Jiu caught his wrists, pinned them into the crushed grass beneath them, and thrust his rigid, hot cock into Shi Anzhi’s most tender, vulnerable passage. The rushed lubrication left him stuck, caught at the spasming, tightly clenching passage, neither fully in nor out.

Amid the broken grass and the earthy scent of crushed stems, Shi Anzhi’s trembling fingers suddenly clenched tightly around the base of a clump of roots. It hurt—but even through the pain, he wanted it all. He needed everything Li Jiu could give, the entirety of him, whole and complete. His eyes turned red—at first from anger, now from tears. Unsatisfied and desperate for more, he shivered as he moved his hips, pushing himself further down.

“Bastard…fuck me…harder! Give me more!”

Li Jiu gripped Shi Anzhi’s waist firmly. The latter’s upper body remained meticulously dressed, the silver-white fabric fitted tightly, buttoned up to the neck in a double-breasted, regal style. His little prince, now completely bare from the waist down, sat astride his lap, legs spread wide, exposed to the open air. His warm, tight body trembled as he moved desperately, his hips twisting and grinding, pleading silently for more.

The forceful thrust that followed sent Shi Anzhi trembling uncontrollably. Sweat dripped from his temple, stinging his eyes and blurring his vision. He could no longer see Li Jiu’s expression clearly, nor could he discern the distance between them.. All he could feel was the entirety of that scorching, fierce cock buried deep inside him, robbing him of all strength and reason. A torrent of tiny shocks surged through his body from where they were connected, spreading upwards in waves.. The unprepared, tight passage burned painfully, but even the pain was tinged with unbearable pleasure.

Shi Anzhi gasped, his voice trembling with a hint of tears. His own arousal throbbed painfully, pressed against the rough fabric of Li Jiu’s pants, leaking uncontrollably with each unintentional rub. He rocked his hips instinctively, seeking a rhythm that matched Li Jiu’s upward thrusts. Together, they found it—an agonizingly perfect spot that sent waves of pleasure crashing through him, each one stronger than the last.

She Anzhi bit down on Li Jiu’s lip, grinding against that sensitive flesh, his body overwhelmed by wave after wave of ecstasy. Sweet, broken moans escaped through his clenched teeth, the sound dripping with helpless desire. Li Jiu’s blood boiled at the sound, driving him to thrust even harder, each movement deeper and more intense than the last.

The wind wove its way through their tightly connected bodies, carrying away the growing heat and musk between them. Shi Anzhi was drenched, his body trembling as thick, slicky fluids trickled down the hard cock driving into him, only to be pushed out again with each deep, forceful thrust. His head fell back, utterly lost, no longer able to move his hips on his own. Instead, he surrendered entirely, letting his lover take him higher, closer to heaven.

His breath came in ragged, broken gasps. His words were fragmented, incoherent murmurs. He called out Li Jiu’s name over and over, begging for more—harder, deeper. He wanted to be ruined, torn apart, consumed, to die in this moment, offering his flesh, blood, and soul.

Li Jiu lay on his back amidst the sweeping wilderness, with the vast sky above and the solid earth beneath. His entire vision was consumed by the sight of Shi Anzhi riding him with abandon, undulating in a rhythm that was both mesmerizing and intoxicating. His little prince was bewitchingly beautiful, an irresistible blend of purity and sinner. The sight ignited a primal heat in Li Jiu, spurring him into losing control, indulging in relentless, feverish thrusts to dirty him further, break him down, make him cry out, scream, and lose himself completely to unbridled pleasure.

He had seen every side of Shi Anzhi—both his innocence and his sultry allure—and now he possessed all of him, for this lifetime and beyond. As he drove into him again with a deep, punishing thrust, Li Jiu caught one of Shi Anzhi’s hands, drawing it to his lips and lightly biting down on a delicate knuckle. Through his lips, he mumbled his lover’s name.

“An’an…”

Shi Anzhi shuddered violently at the sound of his name, his inner muscles spasming uncontrollably as waves of sensation overwhelmed him. His throat, already hoarse, could only release faint, broken sounds, dripping with unrestrained desire. His bare hips trembled as he clenched tightly, grinding against Li Jiu’s cock at his most sensitive spot, forcing more of it inside. His slick inner walls contracted forcefully, drawing Li Jiu even deeper.

Shi Anzhi came undone, spilling himself over Li Jiu’s body. A few stray drops even splattered onto Li Jiu’s face.

He collapsed in a breathless daze, his body limp and trembling. Li Jiu caught him gently, holding him securely in his arms. The sticky mess between them was ignored as Li Jiu absentmindedly licked a few drops from the corner of his lips, then planted soft, tender kisses on Shi Anzhi’s flushed face.

Though Li Jiu hadn’t finished, he slowed his movements to a near halt, barely rocking his hips as he considered pulling out entirely. Shi Anzhi looked utterly exhausted, and he couldn’t bear to push him further.

But Shi Anzhi wouldn’t allow it. When Li Jiu started to withdraw, Shi Anzhi let out a low grunt and, in a weakened voice, insisted, “Stay inside. I want you to.”

Li Jiu gave in, soothing Shi Anzhi with a gentle touch as he slowly pushed back in. The tender, slick wall inside him was utterly inviting. Though he longed to take him harder and ravish him again, he held back, unwilling to push his lover past his limits. Shi Anzhi was tired—for now, at least. So, Li Jiu moved with slow, shallow strokes, coaxing the still-clenching muscles into relaxing, drawing out the tension until the tender flesh turned soft and wet once more.

Shi Anzhi buried his face against Li Jiu’s neck, letting out soft, kittenish hums. Li Jiu couldn’t resist leaning down to nip at his delicate earlobe, his voice low and affectionate as he whispered.

“My little prince.”

Shi Anzhi didn’t respond to him at first. After a while, just as Li Jiu slowly picked up his pace, starting another round of intoxicating torment, Shi Anzhi suddenly leaned close to his ear and murmured softly.

“You are my king.”

My love, My life, My entire world, My everything.

Mountains and rivers may stretch endlessly, but this love knows no bounds.

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