# The following Chapter contains 18+ stuff so kids stay away. Dont read this. I mean it!#
Yuri panted loudly as he rubbed against Eric. The delicious friction made him go crazy. He simply wanted to plunge into his warmth and take him as his own.
"Yuri..." Eric moaned softly, clinging to him cutely. His pale skin had already turned into a soft shade of pink, his beautiful black eyes clouded with shimmering tears.
His beloved looked delectable. He leaned down and bit his cheeks.
"Ow..." Eric swatted his back. "Don’t bite."
"You look so delicious. Perfectly bite-sized," Yuri chuckled. "Stop it..." Eric’s small palm gently pinched his cheeks. "Or else I will bite you back."
Yuri leaned down and laid on top of him. Every inch of his skin touched, creating warmth throughout his body.
Eric let out a soft gasp and closed his eyes.
"Eric... you can bite me all you want," Yuri leaned to the side and showed him his shoulders. "Right here. Leave your mark so others can see I’m taken."
His lover’s face turned a bright shade of red. Faltering, the young man placed a hand on his shoulders. "I will seriously bite you. I’m not joking."
"Please do," Yuri gently kissed his flaming red ears. "Mark me..."
"Fuck..." Eric leaned up and bit his shoulders.
Pain and pleasure coursed through his body, stoking his desire even more. "Ahhh..." he buried his face into Yuri’s neck.
Eric’s cold tongue gently licked him. "Did it hurt?"
"It felt so good." Yuri kissed his lips, taking his tongue into his mouth. This man was his. His and his alone. Every part of his body was owned.
He kissed his chin and down to his neck, biting and sucking. Slowly, he descended and reached his lover’s manhood. It was a soft shade of pink and pulsing softly. He kissed the red tip.
"Mnnnn..." Eric’s hands clawed his back.
That reaction really excited him.
Yuri once again licked his small opening.
"Ahh..." Eric threw his head back, moaning.
"You’re really sensitive." Yuri took him in his mouth.
"Haaa..." his lover’s small hands raked through his hair, clutching his head close to his manhood. "Your mouth... it’s too warm..."
Yuri chuckled.
"Don’t laugh with me in your mouth," he knocked on his forehead.
Grinning, Yuri gazed up at him. His lover’s manhood twitched so much, oozing precum down his throat. The bitter cum left behind a salty aftertaste in his whole mouth.
’So this is what he tasted like. I want to eat him up.’ He went down, sucking him as hard as he could.
"AHHH!!" Eric twitched and wiggled around. "Wait! Wait, Yuri, wait, let go."
The bitter liquid spilled into his mouth.
"Ugh..." panting, his lover laid limp on the sofa. "You..." he glared down at him.
Yuri let go of him with a pop. "Delectable." He licked the precum coating his lips.
Eric’s eyes went wide. He flirtatiously hit his shoulders. "Liar..."
"I’m serious. You taste good." Yuri leaned down. "Want to try?"
"No..." Eric gently puckered his lips. "I don’t like the bitterness."
"Oh, wait a bit," Yuri quickly ran to the kitchen and washed his mouth. As he was about to leave, his eyes fell on a bottle of oil. "This will work." Grinning like a fool, he ran back to his lover.
Eric was sitting on the Grey sofa with nothing on, looking up at him with his tear-filled eyes.
Yuri paused for a second. If he could, he wanted to take a photo and save this beautiful memory. He wanted to see Eric like this every day, to hold him every day, and keep him by his side for eternity.
Eric gestured for him to come close. "You want to find oil?" He took the oil bottle from him and sniffed it. "Olive oil... it works."
Yuri knelt by his side and gently kissed his thighs. He did not expect such a thing to happen today and had not prepared anything. He did not even have a single condom or lube in his place. Oil might work, but with his size, he would definitely hurt his lover.
"Shall I go buy lube?"
Eric raised a brow. "We have oil. And..." He leaned down and pecked his lips. "You’re currently not in shape to go out anywhere."
"Why? I’m fine."
"Really?" Eric once again kissed his chin. "You’re burning up, Yuri. Your yang is out of control. We need to quickly quell that heat, or else you might collapse again." He peered into his eyes anxiously. "I can’t see you like that again."
Yuri pulled him onto his lap and carried him to his room. "How do you plan to quell my heat?" he whispered, kissing his earlobes.
"Hmm, you refuse to cultivate, so only my yin can control you." Eric gripped his hair tightly and looked down at him. "Only I can control you."
Yuri grinned. Yes, only his Eric could control him. Chuckling, he kissed his chin. "Yes, sir."
"Tsk, don’t start new fetishes."
"I want to, sir," Yuri laid him down on the bed. "How may I serve you, my young master? I want you to have the best experience ever."
Smirking, his lover pulled him close. "Make love to me," he whispered softly.
That was it.
Yuri lost control.
He plunged into his embrace, kissing his delectable lips. His hands gripped the oil bottle. "Wait..."
He poured some in his hand and gently reached to his inner thigh. "Are you really okay with this?"
Eric pouted and wrapped his legs around him. "Come on, enough chit-chat. Get on with it."
Yuri grinned. "Yes, master." He poured the oil all over his instated and slowly inserted his fingers.
"Mmm..." Eric twitched. "Slow..."
Panting, Yuri slowly plunged into his depths. It was cold. "Why are you cold inside?"
"I cultivate yin," Eric moaned out loud.
"Oh..." Yuri slowly fingered him until he was ready to take him.
"I’m going in," he positioned himself at his entrance and slowly plunged in.
The tightness and the cold skin made him almost faint in pleasure.
Yuri fell on him and hugged him tightly. "You’re finally mine."