Reservoir Dogs chapter 67

It’s Yours

It was just a simple touch of lips, and neither of them moved.

The two were lying on the wet deck, entangled, with the black velvet night sky above them, and the cool sea breeze brushing against their soaked backs.

Xiao Zhou kissed him again, the movement a bit awkward but earnest and careful, as if handling a precious piece of porcelain, contrasting sharply with his earlier reckless actions.

This slow and quiet kiss made Jiang Chengyuan’s tense body relax. Xiao Zhou’s lips were very soft, carrying a hint of the damp ocean smell, and his touch was so hot it felt like it could ignite. Although Jiang Chengyuan found Xiao Zhou’s rare initiative odd, he did not want to stop it.

After a while, the kiss ended, and they slowly separated.

Xiao Zhou propped himself up, his eyelashes half-closed as he looked at Jiang Chengyuan, his cheeks slightly flushed from the kiss.

From Jiang Chengyuan’s perspective, Xiao Zhou was drenched, with droplets of water still clinging to the tip of his nose. His lips were a soft red, and his previously pale and thin cheeks now displayed a vivid crimson, softening his originally somewhat stern features. His double-lidded eyes were bright and focused, black and clear without a trace of impurity, more captivating than the stars behind him.

Jiang Chengyuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he suddenly reached out to grasp Xiao Zhou’s arm.

Xiao Zhou shifted his gaze to the hand gripping his, just about to speak, but Jiang Chengyuan preemptively asked, “What does this mean?”

Xiao Zhou looked back, his expression momentarily stunned. His mouth opened and closed without sound; he was inherently not good at expressing himself. This action was definitely reckless, sudden, and driven by an inexplicable impulse, like something instinctive was about to emerge. The environment and the recent events had left him somewhat confused. He took a deep breath and regained his composure, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

After apologizing, he started to lift himself up, preparing to get up. But as soon as he lifted his upper body slightly, he was pulled back down, falling onto Jiang Chengyuan again. His elbow hit the deck, causing him to frown in pain.

“Is saying sorry enough?” Jiang Chengyuan stopped him from getting up, flipping him over and pinning him down. “You’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn?”

Jiang Chengyuan wiped the beads of moisture off Xiao Zhou’s lips with his thumb, his voice husky and laced with a smirk, “Not bad, you’ve grown bolder, even managed to surprise me.”

When they kissed again, Jiang Chengyuan took the lead, kissing skillfully and aggressively, almost like an animal.

He then patted Xiao Zhou’s arm, instructing him to remove his T-shirt. Xiao Zhou hesitated briefly but complied, and soon both were naked.

Their bodies rubbed against each other, the tension rising. Jiang Chengyuan flipped Xiao Zhou over, his hardness pressing against his butt, slowly stretching him.

Xiao Zhou’s back was pressed by one of Jiang Chengyuan’s hands, his waist sinking and he was breathing heavily. As he was invaded from behind, he instinctively shrank forward. Before he could make much progress in escaping, Jiang Chengyuan grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.

Having just managed to get through the heat period with the help of suppressants, his body showed no signs of renewed arousal. His entrance was dry, and squeezing it in was ineffective. As soon as Jiang Chengyuan entered a little, Xiao Zhou gasped in pain, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Jiang Chengyuan stopped and lifted him from behind, carrying him to the white sofa. He positioned Xiao Zhou on his knees on the deck, with his elbows resting on the sofa and legs spread. Once positioned, Jiang Chengyuan rewarded him with a kiss on the head and said, “Just like this, don’t move.”

Then he went to get the red wine placed nearby.

Xiao Zhou maintained the kneeling position, turning his head to see Jiang Chengyuan uncork the bottle and pour the wine over his hand, wetting his fingers before returning to sit on the sofa.

Jiang Chengyuan leaned over to look at Xiao Zhou, then suddenly changed his mind. He lifted Xiao Zhou’s chin with one hand, pulling him closer, “Do you remember what I taught you last time?”

In this position, Xiao Zhou was kneeling between his legs. “What?”

Jiang Chengyuan’s hand moved to the back of his neck, applying pressure neither too light nor too heavy, “Try using your mouth.”

Xiao Zhou’s expression changed, the unpleasant memories from the last time still fresh, especially when Ji Yang had caught them.

“Don’t want to? Why were you so proactive last time?” Jiang Chengyuan lowered his gaze, pressing his fingers on Xiao Zhou’s gland, making him tremble with waves of sensitivity.

Xiao Zhou inched closer, his hand hesitantly touching the erect member, the heat almost scalding. He cupped it with his palm, feeling it pulse and grow harder, veins climbing up.

Jiang Chengyuan’s appearance was elegant and refined, but this particular organ was rather unappealing, even menacing and fierce. It was hard to control just by looking at it, and now it seemed even more intimidating, heavy and pressing down on his palm. He instinctively touched the shaft, and a suppressed groan escaped from Jiang Chengyuan.

Xiao Zhou was startled. Looking up, he saw Jiang Chengyuan’s desire filled gaze, as if he were about to devour him. The whites of his eyes were veined with red like spider webs.

He held Xiao Zhou by the back of the neck, suddenly pressing him down. Xiao Zhou’s lips brushed against it, overwhelmed by a strong masculine scent.

The words coming from above seemed to struggle to be restrained, each one biting out, “If you can’t hold it, start by licking it with your tongue.”

Xiao Zhou lowered his eyelashes under the pressure, his head bowed. With the tip of the head pressing against his lips, knowing he couldn’t escape, he reluctantly opened his mouth and tentatively touched it with his tongue, circling around the tip and tasting a bit of saltiness.

As expected, the breathing above grew heavier. Xiao Zhou rested one hand on Jiang Chengyuan’s thigh, feeling the muscle there harden and tense up abruptly, like a lead weight. Every part was straining.

He opened his mouth and struggled to take it in. The organ was too large; he couldn’t swallow it completely. He managed to take about one-third in before he couldn’t move, his mouth stretched to its limit and even starting to hurt.

Enveloped by the warm, moist mouth, Jiang Chengyuan groaned in satisfaction, his hand moving through Xiao Zhou’s hair, guiding him up and down.

With his mouth filled, Xiao Zhou’s tongue was completely immobilized, and even breathing was difficult. He could only mechanically move his head up and down, making the penis slide in and out of his mouth. Saliva uncontrollably dribbled from the corners of his mouth, wetting the deck.

At first, it didn’t go in too deep—at most, halfway. But as the pace increased, Jiang Chengyuan applied more force, pushing deeper with each thrust. Xiao Zhou’s mouth was scraped, and a metallic taste of blood began to spread.

The tip of his nose brushed against the soft pubic hair, like horse mane. He took the entire length in, the penis pressing against the back of his throat and compressing his tongue. He instinctively wanted to gag but was held down forcefully. To prevent him from closing his mouth, Jiang Chengyuan’s other hand gripped his jaw, forcing him to maintain a position. The penis thrust in and out of his mouth aggressively and rapidly, muscles sore and mouth in intense pain. Finally, a few rough and rapid thrusts pushed deeper, scraping heavily against the throat wall, and a thick, white fluid shot into Xiao Zhou’s mouth.

The ejaculation lasted for several seconds before the penis slowly softened, and the hand relaxed.

Jiang Chengyuan let go, and Xiao Zhou couldn’t bear it any longer. He suddenly pulled out, turned to the side, bent over, and began retching uncontrollably. The acid in his stomach came back up, and it felt like his stomach was turned inside out. The ejaculate he vomited was mixed with streaks of blood.

After throwing up for a while, he began to recover a bit, but the taste in his mouth still lingered. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned back around.

The thing between his legs, after being tormented and abused earlier, had completely deflated and become limp.

From this angle, Jiang Chengyuan noticed that the corners of Xiao Zhou’s mouth were chapped, with water marks on his cheeks that hadn’t dried, and his eyes were red and swollen.

His chin was covered in specks of white semen, with some dribbling down his neck onto his chest, sticking to his well-built, muscular pecs.

This sight was pitiful and completely alluring.

Jiang Chengyuan felt something strange inside him as he looked at Xiao Zhou, whose once limp member was now obediently standing up again, as if understanding its master’s intentions.

Xiao Zhou stared in shock at how quickly it became erect again, his mouth slightly open, unsure of what to say.

Jiang Chengyuan reached out, wiped the marks on his chin, then moved back onto the couch, inviting him to sit. “Zhouzhou, come here.”

Xiao Zhou was pulled up and Jiang Chengyuan held him by the waist, letting him sit on his lap. He leaned forward, gently touched the chapped parts of Xiao Zhou’s lips with his tongue, and licked them delicately.

Xiao Zhou instinctively turned his head away, knowing that his mouth wasn’t in the best condition after both ejaculation and vomiting.

Jiang Chengyuan, however, didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he gently kissed his injuries. “Does it hurt?”

Xiao Zhou turned back to look at him, trying to figure out what Jiang Chengyuan was planning next.

Jiang Chengyuan took the red wine he had set aside earlier, poured some out, and used the wine-moistened fingers to probe Xiao Zhou’s rear. His fingers were long and bony, and with the lubrication, it was easier to enter, though the foreign sensation was still quite strong. After only two fingers entered, Xiao Zhou’s body began to tremble.

Jiang Chengyuan comforted him, leaning in to kiss him, while his other hand kneaded his chest with more force, pressing the soft flesh between his fingers. His thumb scraped against the pale nipple, causing it to become engorged and swollen. The nipple turned red and stood erect, being toyed with between his thumb and forefinger.

Xiao Zhou let out a muffled groan and, unable to endure any longer, his body tensed up abruptly, pushing his chest forward while his lower back arched like a soaring arch bridge. The tops of his feet arched and scraped against the uneven deck.

After the recent turmoil, he was already drenched in sweat, his body hypersensitive.

But being out in the open with no cover still made him uncomfortable.

“Let’s go inside,” he panted softly, lifting his hand to wrap around Jiang Chengyuan’s back, resting his chin on his shoulder, with his back to the cabin. He wasn’t used to doing this in public; there was always a chance someone might appear. It was truly astonishing that no one had come up, even after the commotion they had just made.

“I told them that no matter what they hear tonight, they’re not allowed on the deck,” Jiang Chengyuan said with a reassuring smile.

He poured more red wine onto Xiao Zhou’s back, watching the red liquid slide down his white back and into his secret place. With the wine on him, he expanded to three fingers, grinding and pressing at the entrance, loosening the soft muscles, and gradually deepening inch by inch.

This time, he was incredibly patient and detailed, not as rough as before. He turned his head, biting the gland on the back of Xiao Zhou’s neck, his canine teeth piercing in, and the alpha pheromones gradually infused.

Xiao Zhou’s back shivered, his forehead damp with sweat. He smelled the familiar tequila scent, with a hint of citrus in the end. Stimulated by the pheromones, his whole body softened and became sensitive to touch. His own pheromones also intensified, his body temperature rose, and his pale skin gradually turned red as if on fire. He gasped, his erection stood up again, filling the space between their lower abdomens.

Jiang Chengyuan released the hand that was previously playing with Xiao Zhou’s chest and gripped his erection, moving it up and down. The broad, calloused palm stimulated with each stroke, rhythmically caressing the shaft, making Xiao Zhou moan involuntarily, the sound soft and not like something he could produce.

He straightened his waist and rubbed his hips against Jiang Chengyuan’s thigh, gradually becoming a bit delirious, no longer satisfied with just three fingers inside him. His fingers tightened around Jiang Chengyuan’s back, furrowing his brow, his voice vaguely urging, “Faster…”

“What?” Jiang Chengyuan, with a teasing intention, deliberately misunderstood, rotating his fingers inside the hot, burning walls, and then pulling out a little, “Don’t you like this?”

The withdrawal of the fingers brought a huge emptiness, crashing down like a tide. Xiao Zhou bit his lower lip until it turned white, finally turning his blood-red eyes to look at Jiang Chengyuan, “What exactly do you want me to say?”

Jiang Chengyuan stopped the teasing, his lips brushing against his side neck, nibbling on the earlobe, licking it bit by bit. His voice was gentle, “I don’t know. You tell me.”

Xiao Zhou tightened his fingers, his nails digging into his palm, the blue veins standing out on his hand and extending up his arm. He closed his eyes in pain, wrapping his arm around Jiang Chengyuan’s neck and resting his forehead on his shoulder. Jiang Chengyuan was sweating, and as Xiao Zhou tasted the salty sweat on his lips, he struggled repeatedly, “You know.”

“Know what?” Jiang Chengyuan touched his damp hair.

Xiao Zhou’s closed eyelashes fluttered, “You know the effect of this…”

“Hmm?”

Xiao Zhou slowly straightened up from his previously submissive position. They looked at each other, very close, feeling each other’s breath on their faces. “I hate being an omega, hate being in heat, loathe being an alpha’s accessory, a tool for pleasure. I always feel like I shouldn’t be this way, it gives me a sense of disconnection, like my previous self has been erased.”

Jiang Chengyuan looked at him.

Xiao Zhou sighed softly, “But if it’s you, I find that none of this matters.”

“I’m willing to let you mark me, willing to make love with you, and I won’t feel like I’m not myself. You’ve changed the meaning of everything. Because,” Xiao Zhou paused, his eyelashes fluttering as he looked down, and after a while, he said, “I like you.”

After these words were spoken, the two remained still for a long time.

Jiang Chengyuan stopped all movements, saying nothing and giving no response. Xiao Zhou felt the strange, stagnant atmosphere physically manifesting as an invisible rope tightening around him. After a while, Jiang Chengyuan leaned closer, bit his lip, and his tongue aggressively explored.

Fingers withdrew, replaced by a large, thick organ thrusting in, entering the hot entrance. Holding his waist, Jiang Chengyuan thrust hard and heavy, with a rapid rhythm, each thrust feeling as if it would penetrate and break him apart, embedding a burning iron rod inside him, splitting and melting him.

Sitting was not enough to satisfy him. Jiang Chengyuan held him up, changing positions. Xiao Zhou was laid down on the sofa, legs lifted high on his shoulders, lower back suspended, body losing balance with each thrust, swelling inside, vision blurred, barely able to see the person in front of him.

The words just spoken had turned into dried paper, slowly turning to ashes in the blaze of a roaring fire, as if they had never existed.

Countless times of turning and twisting later, his body began to automatically secrete lubrication, pheromones releasing and fermenting. Jiang Chengyuan took control of his reproductive cavity, his body instinctively entering a state of arousal, making it nearly impossible for them to stop.

From the sofa to the deck and then to the railing facing the sea, they performed all kinds of indescribable acts before the vast sea. The sea birds and fish watched the beast-like coupling, repeating the most primal instincts of life. Perhaps people in the cabin were woken by the noise and peeked through the gaps, but Xiao Zhou no longer had a clear impression, vaguely remembering maybe seeing a few pairs of greedy, excited black eyes, or maybe it was just the sea birds and fish. He was in a daze.

When he was finally about to drift into sleep, a kiss fell on his lips, and someone gently whispered in his ear, “Open your eyes and see, the sun has risen.”

With the last bit of his remaining energy, he opened his eyes and saw a burst of golden light, a dazzling sun slowly rising from the horizon, with rays of light bursting forth, everything bathed in brilliant radiance.

Pure, eternal, and loyal, no matter what happens in the world, here there will always be an unchanging sunrise.

He suddenly felt a weight on his hand and looked down to see a familiar ruby ring on his finger.

Jiang Chengyuan said, “Since I gave it to you, it’s yours.”