Julian thought he would finally get to rest. His eyes were drooping, and he had to rub them several times. Mainly because they had played too intensely in the morning, leaving him with little sleep. After that, he listened to Ethan’s matters, and then went to meet those other people. His schedule truly left not a single moment of free time to breathe. Julian buried himself in Ethan’s embrace, their ten fingers intertwining, savoring this rare, fleeting moment.

He also felt slightly guilty toward Ethan. The man seemed to have poured out his entire heart and soul for him, yet Julian still could not be completely forthright about the real reason he was actually here. Oh well, he would just let CORE take the blame for this.

But it wasn’t exactly that CORE was wrongly accused. The previous Julian had genuinely signed up to participate in that experiment.

Or, more accurately, they were the ones who sought Julian out. A person like Julian, whose background was the biological son of a family with half a foot in the upper class, yet unloved, with a timid and cowardly disposition. No matter how one looked at it, he was the perfect candidate to participate in these kinds of experiments. Therefore, they came looking for Julian, wanting him to join the trial.

With sweet words and coaxing, they eventually managed to lure a child who had not even reached adulthood.

Ultimately causing him to lose his very life.

Julian began to think in a daze, shrinking deeper into Ethan’s arms. He did not want to let his thoughts wander too much anymore; these calculating mental matters drained a lot of energy. And right now, Julian was so exhausted that his eyes were about to seal shut. He rubbed them a few times, but still could not force himself to stay awake.

But Ethan, on the other hand, was not finished yet.

The man abruptly lifted Julian’s legs, commencing a brand new rhythm of entering and exiting.

As gentle as he usually was, today he acted as if he were on the verge of madness. Julian kicked Ethan’s shoulders a few times as if to complain. But his legs were already soft and weak, so his kicks carried no offensive power at all. Instead, he was grabbed by the man, who hoisted his legs entirely over his shoulders.

This posture forced Julian’s entire body to be pressed firmly down, arching his back to bear the full weight of Ethan’s brutal thrusts. Even in his haziness, Julian felt that the member seemed to plunge even deeper than before, making him gasp with his mouth wide open. He lightly braced his hands against the man’s abdomen, whimpering.

"Too deep."

"Up to here..." Ethan pulled out almost completely, then slammed straight back inside with a single strike. The pace was slower, but the force was even more immense. As he spoke, he even placed his hand on Julian’s stomach to gauge the depth: "Or all the way up to here?"

It was a pity that Julian was no longer capable of answering the man now. His lips, kissed to the point of blooming into a gorgeous shade of pink, could not be closed no matter what. His long, slender legs were firmly secured on the man’s shoulders, writhing and twitching uncontrollably as he could no longer endure it.

A drop of sweat fell down, stinging slightly. Ethan looked over only to realize that his arm had been scratched with several bright red claw marks. But Ethan did not care much, treating these scratches like mere mosquito bites. Conversely, his lower body exerted even more strength as time went on. After a few more thrusts in and out, Julian genuinely thought he might melt into a puddle of spring water, only able to hoarsely murmur his husband’s name.

His little claws no longer clung to the man’s toned arms, but shifted to dig fiercely into the soft cotton blanket underneath. His hands applied so much force that his knuckles turned stark white.

The more they went at it, the more excessive it became. Ethan let Julian wrap his arms around his neck, and every time the man forcefully thrust inward, it would cause Julian’s entire body to jerk upward as if he were about to crash into the headboard. But obviously, the man would never allow that to happen. Every single time, his body would be yanked right back by Ethan. The two cheeks of his buttocks were now imprinted with handmarks. If the man were to give them a slap, it would cause the tight little opening to contract, firmly sucking onto the thick shaft while continuously leaking slick fluids.

Julian was pounded until his eyes were blurred with tears, arching his neck into a graceful curve to accept everything from the man’s massive endowment. This posture thrust his Adam’s apple forward, looking no different from a delicious morsel offered up to a predator. Ethan dragged his tongue along the Adam’s apple, then slid down to the collarbone, leaving a dark red bloom wherever his lips trailed.

The bedsheets crumpled in time with the rhythm of their pushing. Ethan thrust his hips while blanketing a series of his marks all over that pristine white skin. It wasn’t as if they had never made love before, but this was the first time the man was so obstinate about leaving traces on his body to such an extent. Ethan seemed to treat himself as a sealing stamp, stamping mark after mark upon Julian’s skin.

As if wanting to keep this person by his side forever.

Sometimes, Ethan truly wanted to turn this person into his own exclusive porcelain doll. To cherish, to pamper, to completely claim as his own. But Ethan himself knew that this was impossible. Every person is an independent entity, each needing their own personal space. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Love might come with a desire for possession, but it does not mean treating one another as an owned object.

If he treated Julian as an object to be kept forever by his side, it would be no different from chopping off his wings, stripping away the radiant light upon him. Once those things were lost, how long could the love they harbored for each other really last?

Precisely because he understood this nature so clearly, even if he felt reluctant to part, even if he feared the person beside him would vanish, Ethan could do absolutely nothing. Partially, just as Julian had said, if he was merely a fragment of memory forcefully implanted into the body of Julian, then the matter of his existence or his dissipation was something no one could interfere with, nor could anyone predict it in advance.

Forcibly locking someone by one’s side provided no way to truly keep them; it would only make everything far worse.

For the first time, Ethan felt so incredibly powerless. The person right by his side, yet there was absolutely no way to hold onto him for eternity.

The man’s thoughts drifted away, but his actions did not cease for a single fraction of a second. Every thrust of his hips made Julian’s body shudder, whining and sobbing with hiccups.

Pleasure, when endured to an excessive degree, would transform into another form of torment, making it unbearable for Julian. A low growl next to his ear caused him to tremble, wanting to beg the man to spare him, but his words could only melt into whimpers. Julian’s legs slipped down to rest loosely upon Ethan’s elbows, spreading his tight opening wide to accept every surge of scorching hot semen pouring onto his fragile intestinal walls.

It was so scalding that Julian genuinely suspected he might be burned.

He had been fucked to the point of crying into a complete daze, and now he was forced to hold in all the seed, lying weakly on the bed and gasping for breath.

With the vigorous energy of youth, normally Ethan would press him down and do it four or five times a day. Let alone this time, when there were still remnants of an aphrodisiac lingering undissolved within the man’s system. The semen pouring into Julian’s belly grew more and more copious, giving him the illusion that Ethan had shot even more than before, his lower abdomen aching with fullness. He babbled a few meaningless sounds, exhaustedly opening his mouth to catch every gasp of air.

The man was also panting heavily, smoothing back the drenched hair scattered over Julian’s eyes, solicitously planting a kiss on his sweat-slicked forehead as if to comfort him. So gentle and cherishing that it gave one the illusion that the person who had been acting like a madman just moments ago was not him at all.

Julian was still sniffling at this moment, absentmindedly being held in the man’s embrace and caressed. The member had retreated outside, and with nothing left to block it, the semen gushed out from the tight opening, dripping down the insides of his thighs, but Julian no longer had the strength to close his legs to stop them. He only hiccuped softly, burying himself deep into the man’s solid chest.

Ethan gazed at him for a very long time, then affectionately kissed Julian’s cheeks, which were still flushed from the tide of passion.

"I love you."

The man had said this phrase many times today, and with absolute, earnest sincerity. Julian knew what he was worried about, but for the time being, he also did not know how to be straightforward about it. Thus, every time he heard those three words, even though he was so exhausted he had no energy left, he still forced himself to reply.

"I love you too."

"Ethan, please trust me."

"I will be here, forever here by your side."