In his dazed state, it seemed Julian could feel the man’s hands gliding over his body.

Those large, rough hands were now like little snakes, slithering with a gentle, lingering grace. This caressing sensation was profoundly novel and strange, entirely unlike their usual, playful fondling.

It was most likely due to the intense stimulation of the aphrodisiac incense.

Yet, before Julian’s foggy mind could process too much, the cloying, sweet scent permeating the air caused his breathing to grow exceedingly heavy. He suddenly realized and acutely felt Ethan’s fingers, carrying a searing heat, slowly squeezing into the damp passageway from behind.

"Ah... mnn..." A stifled, whimpering sound echoed from the depths of his throat.

The warm, scalding sensation brought about by the slippery wax oil caused Julian’s entire body to twitch and tremble incessantly. He unconsciously wanted to retreat to evade this invasion, but his body was firmly restrained by Ethan’s powerful hands, pressed securely against the mattress. Two long, slender fingers, filled with infinite patience, slowly pushed deep inside, gently expanding the tight space bit by bit, and then deliberately brushed against the vibrating eggs that were operating ceaselessly within. The friction intensified, forcing the vibrating eggs inside to press heavily against the incredibly sensitive flesh walls. Julian’s skin flushed a deep crimson, his body violently jerking a few times as if struck by an electric current, both of his hands tightly gripped the bedsheets, while his mouth incessantly hummed broken, fragmented sounds.

"Hah... do not rub it... it feels so overwhelming..." His eyes were glistening with moisture, his rapid, erratic breaths puffing into the air.

Ethan’s gaze darkened completely, and he smiled, coaxing gently: "Be good, you have to relax your body so that I can take the vibrating eggs out for you. If you remain this tense and squeeze my hand so tightly, how am I supposed to help you get them out?"

"Then... ah... do not press so hard..." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Julian parted his lips, panting heavily. He had just intended to voice out that if the man wanted him to relax, then Ethan should not intentionally scrape the vibrating eggs against his fragile flesh walls in such a manner. However, before the thoughts in his mind could even materialize into decisive words, he was subjected to the cunning man pushing the vibrating egg directly against the most sensitive spot inside. His toes curled tightly, Julian’s long, slender legs jerked violently, and his body uncontrollably shot forth streams of thick, milky white liquid.

After that sudden, overwhelming climax, he actually felt significantly more comfortable than before.

For the entire evening prior, his member had been forced into a state of semi-arousal, choked back, utterly unable to release even when he desperately wanted to. Furthermore, he was constantly subjected to the aphrodisiac effects from the scented candles relentlessly stimulating his nervous system. Therefore, it kept leaking a continuous stream of clear, sticky pre-seminal fluid, with no way to achieve a proper, definitive release.

That agonizing sensation left his entire being restless, itching with a profound and excruciating discomfort.

Now that he could finally spill out for once, his chest heaved rhythmically, and his previously taut, rigid body consequently felt much lighter and far more relaxed.

Meanwhile, at the rear, Ethan was indeed staying true to his word, carefully and gently pulling each vibrating egg out into the open air. It was just that, for him, that excruciatingly slow process was truly too much of an agonizing torment and torture. The man kept deliberately moving his fingers, continuously scraping the smooth surface of the vibrating eggs against the slick, wet flesh. Every single inch of movement dragged along an endless array of numbing sensations, causing Julian’s body to continuously plunge into a state of extreme, soaring arousal. The front member that had only just been relieved was now forced once again to the very edge, pushed to the point where there was not a single drop left to spill.

Yet, with beads of sweat dotting his forehead, his member remained stubbornly erect to the point of throbbing pain.

It was truly too physically draining for a body entirely dominated by the drug’s influence.

Physiological tears leaked from the corners of his eyes; Julian weakly shook his head against the soft pillow, ultimately unable to endure this agonizing emptiness any longer, and he was forced to lower his voice in a sobbing plea: "Hah... hubby... please do not tease me anymore, come in, hurry up and come in... I am begging you."

Hearing that incredibly sweet address, Ethan smiled with absolute satisfaction. He slowly lowered his body, tenderly kissing the rim of Julian’s ear that was flushed bright red from the heat; with his scorching breath fanning across Julian’s skin, Ethan softly murmured right beside the ear: "Hold on, baby, there is only one last one left. If you get scared and clench up tight, it will slip right out of my hand and go even deeper inside your body."

That gentle, veiled threat was accompanied by practical action. The man’s rough fingers kept continuously wriggling, searching within the narrow tunnel, the friction carrying a scorching fire of lust that caused Julian to grow increasingly limp, completely devoid of any remaining strength to resist. The very moment the final vibrating egg was forcefully and completely dragged out by the man, a colossal wave of pleasure ambushed the brain, a blindingly brilliant white light suddenly flashed before Julian’s eyes, and his entire struggling consciousness instantly tumbled into a state of total emptiness, floating weightlessly as if soaring amidst the clouds.

Beside his ear, he could still hear Ethan saying something, but his mind was no longer lucid enough to analyze what it was.

He was truly, utterly exhausted.

The blinding white light before Julian’s eyes gradually faded, fragmenting into thousands of tiny, glittering motes before finally transforming into an endless, pitch-black void. He let out a faint, feeble groan from his throat, his heavy eyelids drooping until they were completely and tightly shut.

Julian had been thoroughly drained of all his strength, both his physical body and his mental spirit had completely surpassed the absolute limits of endurance, unable to receive even the slightest bit of further stimulation. His violently heaving chest slowly began to calm, and the frantic, scalding breaths from moments ago were now reduced to nothing but steady, exhausted, and intermittent sighs. He simply drifted off just like that, his entire body going completely limp, powerlessly leaning his full weight back against the firm, muscular chest of the man behind him.

Ethan immediately noticed the abnormality in the person resting in his embrace. The large hand that had been enthusiastically caressing the slender waist abruptly paused mid-air.

"Jules?" He called out softly, his voice still carrying that distinct hoarseness characteristic of unfulfilled desire, yet the only answer he received at this moment was the terrifying, dead silence of the room.

Gazing down at the small, delicate face that was still flushed from the lingering remnants of their lovemaking and was now deeply asleep, the long eyelashes drooping down to cast a faint shadow over the sweat-drenched cheeks, Ethan’s heart suddenly contracted, clenching with an intensely agonizing pang of pain.

He bowed his head, his gaze sweeping over Julian’s pristine white body, a canvas that was now entirely branded with stark red marks and pale purple bruises, blemishes created by his very own lips and hands. A profound surge of heartache welled up within him, rapidly overwhelming and extinguishing the raging fire of lust that was burning so fiercely in his veins. Engaging in these thrilling, stimulating games naturally made it extremely difficult to avoid leaving such visible traces behind. Even though Julian hardly voiced any complaints about it, Ethan still felt an intense, protective ache for him.

When it was the person he cradled so deeply in his arms, placed right at the apex of his heart, how could he possibly not feel such profound heartache?

However, the arrow was already nocked on the bowstring and absolutely had to be fired; his desire was still trapped in a state of extreme erection, swelling with an agonizing ache to the point where the prominent blue veins were bulging starkly beneath the skin. The heavy rush of blood pooling downwards ceaselessly screamed, desperately demanding a release.

Ethan was certainly no saint with a vegetarian appetite; with someone this incredibly enticing right beside him, how could there be any possibility of him practicing abstinence? But seeing that Julian was already so thoroughly exhausted that he had passed out, to pin the boy down and continue taking him now would truly be far too beastly.

In that case, he had no other choice but to rely on Julian’s five delicate, beautiful fingers. The man’s large, rough hand securely enveloped the youth’s far more slender one, firmly guiding and pressing it down against his own burning desire that was already as rigid as forged steel. As the hand was guided in a gentle, rhythmic motion, the intimate friction of their skin generated an intense, surging wave of pleasure, causing the man to narrow his deep eyes in sheer gratification.