<<<<<<< In the shower in Wen Zhin's room >>>>>>>
He pressed him firmly against the cold, tiled floor, the slick surface rough and wet beneath his palms. With a sharp, commanding kick, he spread Wen Zhin's knees wide apart, leaving him completely exposed—his ass lifted high, the delicate crease between twitching slightly, as if aware of the burning gaze fixed upon it.
"Wen Zhin," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire, "you're driving me insane. Do you even realize that?" His hands slid over the smooth flesh, caressing the cheeks with a possessive tenderness. Then, without hesitation, he captured Wen Zhin's mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, his hand gently cradling the soft contours of his face. "You are mine," he whispered, deepening the kiss as their tongues danced in a heated embrace.
Suddenly, he pulled back, his eyes dark and determined. "I'm going to make you forget every person who ever existed before me." With a swift, sure movement, he grabbed his shaft, guiding it to Wen Zhin's entrance. He rubbed slowly, deliberately, sliding the length between the soft cheeks, letting the heat of his arousal smear over the trembling flesh.
"Feel that?" he said, voice thick with want. "That's how badly I want you." His thrust came in one smooth, powerful motion, burying himself to the hilt—his balls pressing flush against the warm cheeks, the heat between them pulsing as he held still for a trembling, stolen breath.
His eyes slid closed briefly as he savored the sensation. A strangled moan tore from Wen Zhin's throat, raw and needy as he was filled completely. Xiao Zhi's eyes snapped open, dark with lustful intent.
"I want you to think of me with every step you take today," he growled, drawing back and snapping his hips forward with force, filling him completely again.
"You are mine, Wen Zhin. Say it," he demanded, setting a punishing pace, his body slapping hard against Wen Zhin's with every thrust.
"I am yours, Zhi Zhi," Wen Zhin gasped, his mouth falling open as a shameless moan echoed against the cold shower tiles.
Zhi Zhi captured his mouth once more in a desperate, fevered kiss, tongues tangling and exploring. Wen Zhin swallowed his moans as Zhi Zhi continued thrusting relentlessly. His gaze darkened, burning with desire as he felt Wen Zhin's muscles tighten tightly around him.
He groaned loudly, raw and guttural, as Wen Zhin's orgasm triggered his own release. He pumped erratically into him, flooding him with hot, urgent seed.
"F**k, Bao bei... you are incredible," he panted heavily, the weight of his climax making his knees give out. Leaning into the warmth behind him, he panted, still catching his breath.
"Shall we take this to the—" he began, but was cut off sharply.
A sudden shout sliced through the steamy air, halting them mid-motion. They exchanged confused glances—and then it hit them. There was a puppy loose somewhere in the house.
"WEN ZHIN!!!!!!" I shouted, my voice echoing with fury and sharp disbelief. Hastily, they stepped out of the shower, quickly got dressed, and followed me as I stormed toward my room.
When we arrived, a scene of utter disaster awaited us. My favorite couch—an extremely expensive piece—was bitten and clawed mercilessly, the room thrown into chaos. Feathers from my pillows and polyester fiber filling from my teddy bears were scattered across the floor like confetti. My lamp lay broken, shards of glass glittering among torn scraps of fabric. Even my prized army portraits were ruined, ripped and defaced—including the one carefully placed inside the glass display cabinet containing my treasured BTS autographs.
"I want it dead," I growled, staring down the mess with murderous intent. "And the two of you better come up with a plan to replace every single thing it damaged."
"Zhao Zhao, calm down. It is not our fault that you didn't lock your room before you left." one of them said, voice pinched and quiet—hoping I didn't hear the last part about my unlocked door.
"Oh? Is that so?" I snapped, narrowing my eyes. "Then you better prepare a coffin for your precious puppy, because this will be the last time you see it alive. I'm slaying this demon of yours—I'm going to skin it alive and add its hide to my natural fur collection."
Without another word, I grabbed the puppy firmly by the scruff of its neck and marched downstairs, determination burning in my eyes.