The June of Blossoming Yearning

Scorching hot...

His body felt scorching hot. The warm blood coursing through his veins rushed up his lower abdomen. Sweat beaded up on his forehead. Thick lashes fluttered tremblingly.

Suddenly there was a scene infront of his eyes. Shen Zichen was not unfamiliar with this scene. It has been a habitual part of his daily routine since his sexual awakening, it was akin to brushing his teeth or taking a piss for him.

The scene featured a man 11 years his senior.

Lying on a bed adorned with black silk sheets, the man's porcelain white skin created a shocking contrast. His long jade like fingers were clenching the bed sheets, crumpling them. Breathless gasps were coming out of his throat, pleasing to the ears. There was a pleading tone in them. Sweat soaked hair scattered and stuck across the man's forehead. His red lips were slightly swollen, very eye-catching as if begging to be kissed and bitten. He had a pair of foxy eyes, upturned from the corners. The rims of which were red at the moment. His white shirt had the 3 top buttons open, revealing a vast expanse of his fair chest. His collar bones were distinct. The skin was shocking white which made a person want to adorn it with ambiguous red or blue marks. His long legs were still encased in black pants. His whole body was trembling a little with his face flushed red.

That man looked at him with those seductive misty eyes and whispered in a horse voice, "H- Help me"..."Zichen, please"

That tone of voice and that gaze in his eyes spoke to the most wildest , primal instincts in Shen Zichen. It's such a shame that that man would never really look at him that way. That one to one talk where the bodies do the talking, That man probably doesn't even know. Only in his dreams would he deem him worthy of that pleading gaze.

Even knowing that he was dreaming at the moment, Shen Zichen couldn't pretend to be humble. Perhaps, it's exactly cause he knew it's a dream that he couldn't pretend to be humble and hence sunk into this quicksand of desire.

He knew it would be over the moment he opened his eyes and the next time he'd meet that man, the gaze he'd look at him with, would no longer be seductive but cold and indifferent.

And so, he gave in.

The result? He lost. Miserably.