Lord of End of World

Warning: Mature Content

Song Haoran took Gong Lixin and climbed up the stairs of the residential prison building to the second floor. He saw the youth waving his hand, saying goodbye to him and he blinked his red eyes. Song Haoran grabbed the young man’s wrist, quickly dragged him into his room and threw the door shut with a bang.

"Brother Song, what are you doing?" Gong Lixin asked Song Haoran with a frown as the other pushed him heavily onto the bed.

"Don’t go. I’ll miss you." Song Haoran nibbled the youthful earlobe as he spoke with a hoarse voice, even as his large member poked at the teenager, already hard as iron.

Gong Lixin’s cheeks had turned red and he curled up into the other’s arms. His eyes filled themselves with a layer of watery mist and made him look extremely adorable.

Song Haoran chuckled happily, licked the other’s beautifully shaped ears with the tip of his tongue and whispered, "Let me help you cultivate? Hm?" The last word was accompanied by a thick, nasally moan as hot breath was blown into the young man’s licked ear. The young man trembled and his misty, star-like eyes started to drip with water.

Song Haoran’s dim, red eyes instantly became a deeper shade of red as he rubbed the young man’s slender body vigorously with both of his hands as he hoped to rub himself into the other’s body.

"Alright, let me wash that place first." When the shudder and numbness in his body subsided, Gong Lixin nodded in response and nodded enthusiastically at that. His martial arts had been stagnant for a while and there was no elixir for him to take. If he still cultivated as usual, he didn’t know how many years it would take before he could be promoted to third level of the Reverse Spirits method. The zombies in the outside world had been promoted to first-level in the first six months. Now, fourth-level zombies have appeared and he needed to exert 90% of his strength to fight against the enemy. Soon, fifth-level zombies would also make their appearance. So, he believed that he wouldn’t be the opponent for fifth-level zombies. Thus, becoming stronger was important.

"Don’t think of anything. You just have to concentrate on enjoying yourself." Seeing the young man’s frown, Song Haoran sighed and kissed the other’s brows, then gently kissed his eyelids.

Gong Lixin returned from his thought and moaned. He pushed Song Haoran away and, one by one, took of his clothes and folded them neatly before entering the bathroom calmly under Song Haoran’s burning gaze. The bucket in the bathroom was already filled with water by the logistics staff. He scooped up a spoonful and poured it on himself. The bathroom door creaked open and Song Haoran, with light steps, walked up behind him. He took the scoop in his hand and poured water unto Gong Lixin.

The man had taken the scoop in one hand and evenly poured the water while the other hand smoothly rubbed the young man’s smooth, white jade-like back. The lower part of Song Haoran’s body had already swollen to its limit and was raised high even as it would bounce a time or two.

Gong Lixin’s hips were poked by the hard object and Gong Lixin’s body shivered slightly. His cheeks were red, but he still turned, picked up the scoop and generously poured water onto Song Haoran’s chest. Water flowed across the man’s strong abdominal muscles, slipped into the dense forest of his lower abdomen and fell down to the floor as it dripped down the large member with a trickling sound. Gong Lixin’s body felt hot. He touched the man’s flat stomach gently with desire burning in his heart.

The pale fingertips slowly slid down the undulating shape of the other’s abdominal muscles and finally, stayed at the man’s lower region, naughtily fiddling with the member twice. The hard giant was beating against the young man’s fingertips and blood rushed to it and looked very energetic. The fingers caused Song Haoran to moan. He gritted his teeth and sped up the action of pouring water over them. His hands rubbed the slender, naked body of the teenager, cupped the teenager’s buttocks in his hands, randomly threw the scoop somewhere in the bathtub and took the teenager into the bedroom, throwing him heavily onto the bed.

Gong Lixin rolled over and was about to sit up, but was pushed underneath by the man with an eager expression. His slightly opened mouth was invaded by a flexible tongue and the latter searched every nook in his mouth. The gurgling sound of water was loud in the room.

Gong Lixin took the initiative to hold the other’s neck, squinting his eyes and enjoying the fierce and overbearing kiss. A few minutes later, the two reluctantly separated and a long, silver wire stretched out between their lips of the two before it fell on the youth’s jade white chest. This made for an obscenely sexy yet beautiful scene that made Song Haoran’s blood hot.

Song Haoran’s eyes were red and his head was buried in the youth’s neck. He then kissed the young man’s chest, leaving wet traces of silver thread along the way before swallowing the other’s pink beans. A tingling, throbbing sensation went all the way to his bones, causing the young man to bow his back up and moan and groan at the sensation. His red cheeks were already glistening like red cloud and the tears from his watery eyes overflowed making for a sensual image.

"Lixin, Lixin..." The man dropped a kiss on the teenager every time after saying the other’s name as if to confirm the other’s existence. He called the teenager’s name with a low, sensual voice and, if he didn’t hear any response of the young man, he’d leave his mark on the other; teeth marks, hickeys, aggressive and overbearing.

Gong Lixin shook his head, twisted his body and unconsciously responded. His originally clear voice had become hoarse and disfigured. Song Haoran’s lips were content on imprinting on the young man while his hands vigorously rubbed the other’s round buttock. He slipped his fingers toward the wrinkled mouth.

As if recalling something, Song Haoran suddenly stopped biting the young man’s earlobe and numbly said, "I’m going to get something. Wait here obediently." Then he sucked the young man’s blood red lower lips and ran into the bathroom.

The weight on his body suddenly disappeared and the pleasure entering his bone marrows came to an abrupt end. Gong Lixin frowned, feeling physically and mentally empty, as if falling from cloud nine to the bottom of a valley. Fortunately, he had been dropped many times in the past and had already learned how to relieve himself. He quickly bent his legs, raised his hips, reached out between his two legs and explored his itching chrysanthemum. Then he gently pressed and inserted with his fingers.

Pleasure came once again, but it seemed to be missing something. Gong Lixin turned to his side, stroked his upright member with one hand while stuffing the middle finger of the other hand deeper as he tried to reach his deepest point. But he couldn’t and let out moans and groans, high and low as he twisted repeatedly.

When Song Haoran walked out of the bathroom, he saw this nosebleed-inducing scene. The olive oil in Song Haoran’s hand fell to the ground with a bang, but he didn’t have any thoughts to pick it up anymore. He laughed quietly, "Lixin, are you that in a hurry? Couldn’t you have waited for a second?"

Song Haoran said that, but he was more eager than the young man. He grabbed the other’s wrist and pulled his fingers out, replacing it with his own index and middle fingers. As soon as he entered the tight, hot hole, the teenager twitched and spasmed and the layer of tender flesh immediately throbbed around Song Haoran’s fingers, sucking them in deeper, inch by inch. The soft walls slowly secreted a transparent, sticky liquid which was followed by the pumping action from the fingers. The liquid poured out from his hole and dripped onto the sheet, creating a wet spot.

The sound of squelching liquid echoed in the room. A faint smell of sandalwood spread out and entered their nose, making Song Haoran almost explode with desire. He stuffed in his ring finger and, with a hoarse voice full of surprise, said "Lixin, your hole is not the same as what’s described in books. So wet, so good!" Then he stopped talking, swallowing repeatedly as his mouth and tongue felt dry, felt thirsty.

The pure yin and inverse spirit body was most suitable for men to enter and was even better than that of women. At this point, Gong Lixin couldn’t tell that to the other person and could only answer with pleasure-filled moans.

Song Haoran’s red eyes was about to bleed out its colour. He quickly withdrew his fingers, spread out the young man’s buttocks, lay down between the other’s legs and used his tongue to pierce the other’s tender, wet, slippery hole. He sucked, licked and inserted his tongue; did everything to make the wet, squelching sound in the room louder.

Gong Lixin grabbed the man’s hair and tried to raise his hips to help the other’s movements. But he soon found that his body felt more and more empty and the depth of his core felt more and more itchy and it was not satisfied with such shallow licks. He needed something thicker, bigger, longer to scratch that itch.

"Hn, Brother Song. Come in quickly, I want you in me!" Gong Lixin groaned and whined, stretched out one of his long white legs to circle the man’s strong waist, even as his toes naughtily fiddle with the giant between the man’s legs.

That place had swollen to its limit and couldn’t stand the teasing. The blue vein on Song Haoran’s forehead pumped with blood. He couldn’t care about being delicate with the young man’s body. He grabbed the youth’s slender ankle with one hand and placed it over his shoulder. He then rubbed his member against the slippery hole twice before inserting it to its root.

"Ah!" The two naked bodies were tightly intertwined. At the same time, their heads were pulled back, letting out moans and groans even as pleasure hit their nerves and made them see white.

Gong Lixin contracted his lower abdomen, stirred around the man’s thick giant with the tender flesh of his hole. He scratched the man’s solid back with his fingers and hurriedly urged, "Brother Song, move quickly! I’m itchy!"

This seemingly low, coquettish-words penetrated into Song Haoran’s eardrums, making his last bit of willpower disappear instantly. He kissed the young man’s red lips fiercely. His lower body pulled before fiercely striking, making the bed crunch with the force.

Every time, it reached his deepest part and the itchiest place. Gong Lixin shook his head frantically, shook off the man’s overbearing lips and moaned. He devoted himself to his pleasure with all his heart. His body rose and fell with the collision between them, his hole throbbed with the man’s pumping action. How to gain more pleasure, how to come quickly. The man above him also leaked out several groans of pleasure.

"Baby, you really are my treasure!" Song Haoran said admiringly as he vigorously held the young man’s hip and bit his delicate collarbone. His blazing eyes seemed to want to spit out fire, turning him and the youth into a pile of burnt ashes. In this way, the two could be completely one, completely combine and could no longer be distinguished from one another.

The joy, love and soul-stirring pleasure brought Song Haoran to the edge and turned his head upside down. He desperately suppressed the desire to release, just to stay in the young man’s body for one second longer, even if the next second made him die, he was willing. He lived for thirty years, and it was only at this moment that he realized that the mad obsession known as "love you to death" which made him sneer at that time, was true.

While the two were closely tied together, Lin Wenbo walked back to his room, leaning against the thin wall and closed his eyes as he listened to the emotional, pleasure-filled voices across from him. After waiting for another ten minutes, he opened his dim, gold eyes, wiped his face, closed the door gently and left the space that made him feel restless.