The chain markings on the side of Xinyuan's face slowly lost their angry red glow, retreating down his jaw, around his neck, and pulling away from his arms and torso.
The crimson light faded, the links gathering back at his spine to form the familiar Y-shape stretching down his back and over his shoulder blades.
Every muscle in his body flexed, his skin slick with sweat as he pounded relentlessly into Wenzhi.
Pinned beneath him, Wenzhi was entirely breathless, far too gone to care about the shameless noises tearing from his throat. Xinyuan fucked him deep and deliciously hard, the bed shaking violently under the force of each heavy thrust.
They had been at this for hours, so long that Wenzhi had completely lost count of time, and only now had the glowing chains fully settled back into place on Xinyuan's skin. Yet, the crimson light in Xinyuan's eyes remained.
