Chapter 168: Chapter 168: A Taste of Depravity

After the storm of their intense passion had momentarily subsided, the two men lay intertwined, their limbs tangled together as they embraced in the quiet aftermath, taking a moment to catch their ragged breaths and let their racing hearts slow to a more manageable rhythm. A short while later, Ethan Caldwell disentangled himself from the warmth of the embrace to search for tissues and wet wipes, intending to perform a preliminary cleaning for Julian Sterling. Because they had not used any protection during their earlier fevered coupling, Ethan had released his seed deep inside Julian, leaving a mess that needed attending to.

However, as the man began the process of cleaning, his gaze fell upon the intimate entrance he had so recently claimed. The aperture was swollen and vividly red, looking thoroughly ravaged and ripe from the fierce lovemaking they had just shared. It twitched softly, almost invitingly, as a mixture of white, cloudy fluids and their combined essence overflowed from the depths, spilling out in a chaotic, viscous stream. The sight of that intimate vulnerability and the evidence of his ownership made Ethan’s eyes darken instantly. A dark, possessive madness surged within him, igniting a flame of desire that burned even hotter than before.

Unable to restrain the beast that had awoken within him, Ethan lowered his head once more, capturing Julian’s lips in a voracious, devouring kiss. It was a kiss filled with aggressive intent, a predatory invasion that seemed determined to steal every last ounce of oxygen from Julian’s lungs. The wandering hands that had originally intended to wipe Julian clean now tossed the wet wipe aside with reckless abandon. Instead of cleaning, those large, dexterous fingers slipped straight back into that soul-stealing entrance, stirring and churning the slippery fluids that coated the interior walls.

“Mmm…”

From the very moment the man lowered his head to kiss him, Julian had sensed that something was wrong. A flare of alarm went off in his mind, and his body instinctively tried to recoil, to retreat from the encroaching danger. He wanted to run, but his legs had been rendered utterly useless by the intensity of their previous round; his knees were weak and trembling, knocking together without any strength to support him. He found himself completely trapped, imprisoned between the scorching, iron-hard chest of the man in front of him and the bone-chilling cold of the glass window behind him. The extreme contrast in temperature sent waves of goosebumps rippling across his skin, making him shiver uncontrollably.

The sensitive entrance was invaded once more as the man’s rough, calloused fingers pushed inside, rotating slowly before pressing rhythmically against the soft, yielding flesh of the inner walls. The wet, squelching sounds of “squish, squish” echoed clearly in the quiet space, sounding incredibly obscene and lewd. Julian’s body, which had barely begun to recover from the tidal wave of climax, was quickly teased back into a state of high arousal. The blood in his veins began to boil and surge once more, heating his skin with a familiar, intoxicating fever.

“Mmm… ah… You said… you said we weren’t doing it anymore…” Julian managed to gasp out the words with great difficulty after finally breaking free from the man’s suffocating, dizzying kiss. He panted heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to voice his accusation. His eyes, swimming with unshed tears and the haze of pleasure, glared at Ethan with a look of grievance and resentment, yet in his current state, that glare held absolutely no deterrent power whatsoever.

“I couldn’t hold back.” Ethan’s voice was hoarse, thick with heavy desire and unslaked lust. The man’s lips did not stay idle. They migrated down from Julian’s mouth to the sensitive column of his neck. His hot tongue wrapped around the delicate skin, sucking forcefully to create blooming red marks that were dazzling to the eye. In mere moments, he had layered several fresh, unambiguous marks of ownership over the fading traces of previous encounters.

Julian found himself being teased to the brink of arousal once again. His entire body felt hot, burning as if he were running a high fever, and his rationality began to waver violently, crumbling like a sandcastle before the tide.

He thought to himself, “forget it”. It had been a long time since they had been intimate like this, so perhaps he should just let the man have his way and enjoy himself to the fullest. Deep down in the hidden recesses of his own heart, a craving was also rising, a desire to be filled, to be loved even more brutally. Besides, whenever they climbed into bed together, it was never a simple matter of doing it just once. Every time he was dragged into the realm of pleasure by Ethan Caldwell, Julian felt as if he were being fucked to death on the bed, his soul seemingly separating from his body in moments of supreme, overwhelming ecstasy.

This man, who was usually so doting, so gentle and tender like water in their daily lives, became completely unhinged in bed, transforming into a wild beast that had broken free from its cage. Today, perhaps fueled by the rich, heady influence of alcohol, Ethan appeared even more feral, more dangerous, and infinitely more captivating than usual.

Slowly, deliberately, the man withdrew his two fingers from the tight entrance, pulling with them a long, glistening silver thread of fluid that refused to break. The slender fingers were coated in a mix of semen and bodily fluids, shining slick and glossy under the dim, ambient light of the room. Yet, this shameless scoundrel did not wipe them clean. On the contrary, he raised his hand and, with a shocking display of dominance, forced those same two soiled fingers into Julian’s mouth in a rough, invasive manner.

Julian turned his head, furrowing his brows in rejection, wanting to avoid the intrusion. However, his escape was cut short as the man’s other hand clamped onto his jaw like a steel pincer, holding his face firmly in place.

“Come on, baby. It’s your own stuff, are you disgusted by it? Be a good boy, taste your own flavor.”

“Mmm…”

Julian wanted to argue, to protest this indignity, but the two fingers had already slid deep into his throat, effectively blocking any sound he tried to make. They pressed down hard on the surface of his tongue, mimicking the act of intercourse as they slid back and forth, thrusting in and out with a rhythmic cadence. The sensation of a large foreign object jamming into his throat near the gag reflex made him incredibly uncomfortable. Physiological tears welled up in his eyes and spilled over, his throat constricting in a dry heave.

Moreover, the taste was overwhelming. The metallic, salty tang of semen mixed with the heavy, musky scent of male pheromones rushed into his nasal cavity and coated his tongue. It was not a pleasant taste by any conventional standard, yet it carried with it a forbidden thrill, a taboo stimulation that sent shivers through his nerves.

But then, the fingers shifted. The gentle sliding motion, the friction of the fingerprints scratching lightly against the sensitive taste buds and the ridges of his tongue, caused Julian to shudder violently. A mild electric current seemed to zap him, starting from his mouth and shooting straight down his spine, radiating out to every limb and every bone in his body.

“Look at you, you actually like it. This little tongue of yours is wrapping around my fingers.” The man whispered with a low chuckle, his voice vibrating with satisfaction. He leaned down to press a kiss to Julian’s cheek. The hand that had been gripping Julian’s chin released its hold, sliding down to caress his chest, pinching and rolling the sensitive nipple before continuing its journey downward. The hand finally settled between Julian’s legs to tease and fondle his erection, which was already standing tall and leaking pre-cum in anticipation.

Julian desperately wanted to refute the man’s words, to shout that he didn’t like it at all, that he wasn’t doing any such thing. But the current situation allowed him no such liberty. However, in the privacy of his own mind, Julian had to admit one undeniable truth: the sensation of having those fingers coated in the fluids of their shared lovemaking, mimicking the act of sex inside his oral cavity ignited a strange, twisted source of pleasure. It was perverted, it was dirty, and it was filled with an overwhelming, carnal lust that he could not deny.

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