They all like
As dusk deepened, the last rays of daylight outside the window were swallowed by the night.
Lu Zhian sank into the soft sofa, like a small boat trapped in the middle of a stormy sea. All his struggles were easily dissolved; his resisting wrists were gently but firmly held, and his broken rejections were swallowed by hot breath. His consciousness floated and sank in the scalding touch, and unfamiliar waves crashed against his taut nerves, robbing him of his ability to think.
He could clearly feel two completely different touches. One was an unquestionable control, a patient yet stubborn exploration that ignited a flame within him that had never been touched before. The other was more direct, with a reckless aggression, hovering on the edge of his most unfamiliar and sensitive areas, bringing waves of fear and unspeakable stimulation that made him tremble.
He felt as if he had been split in two, bobbing up and down in the extreme experience of ice and fire. Shame burned his skin, but his body betrayed his will, trembling and tensing uncontrollably under that skillful and domineering teasing, until he finally collapsed completely.
A faint, unique scent filled the air, accompanied by his short, suppressed breaths, tinged with tears.
In the suffocating intimacy, Lu Zhian was able to catch his breath briefly. Behind him, Xiao Jin whispered in his ear, his voice low and persistent: "Who do you like?"
The same question was posed to him again in a different context.
Lu Zhian opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Any clear choice at this moment seemed cruel and unreal.
Seeing his silence, the two seemed inclined to continue their actions. Lu Zhian was flustered and subconsciously reached out to stop Xiao Yuan in front of him.
In the chilling silence, he finally gave up in despair, uttering an answer that was neither right nor wrong in an almost inaudible whisper:
"I like them all..."
The air seemed to freeze.
The barely audible "I like them all..." echoed in the living room, its uncertain tremor like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up deeper and more turbulent undercurrents.
Lu Zhian could sense that the two people in front of him and behind him paused almost imperceptibly the moment he gave this answer.
This was not one of the clear answers they had anticipated; it was neither the older brother nor the younger brother.
Xiao Yuan looked at him with deep gray-blue eyes, which were filled with complex and unfathomable emotions. It was no longer just pure coldness. He stroked Lu Zhian's fingers, the force of which seemed to soften a little, but it carried a deeper meaning that could not be escaped.
Xiao Jin behind him chuckled softly, the sound of which was neither satisfied nor mocking. His warm breath brushed against the back of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine.
However, this indecisive answer did not relieve him from this unsettling situation.
On the contrary, it seemed to become a tacit signal, a line of defense that had been withdrawn.
After a brief pause, there is a deeper exploration and possession.
Xiao Yuan's kiss landed, no longer a tentative one, but a deep, possessive one, silencing any possible words of regret or sobbing. At the same time, his hands became more determined, pushing Lu Zhian into a vortex of sensuality with an undeniable rhythm.
Xiao Jin, standing behind him, stopped hesitating because of this vague "acknowledgment." His touch became direct and forceful, carrying his unique domineering and aggressive nature, just like the man himself, forcefully leaving his own mark on him.
Lu Zhian was caught between the two, like a small boat adrift in a raging storm, destined to be swept away and submerged.
His hand, which had been pressed against Xiao Yuan's chest, had somehow shifted to grasp the other's clothes on his arm, his fingertips tightening as if it were the only piece of driftwood he could hold onto.
He was unable to think, unable to discern, and could only passively endure it.
He continued to fall into this vortex of contradictions, his consciousness gradually blurring, leaving only the most primal senses screaming.
That phrase, "I like them all," was like a spell that opened Pandora's box, dragging him into an even deeper quagmire.
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