Chu Yun knew something was going on the moment Xiao Zai's face fell. He grimaced as if he was in pain. The look on his face sent a nauseous bolt of self-consciousness travelling sickly through Chu Yun's stomach.
He took the hand away from his nape and climbed off Xiao Zai with a flinch. "Never mind, we should sleep."
Chu Yun could still remember the last time he told Xiao Zai he could mark him. They'd been fucking then, and Chu Yun was so high on his own arousal, and on the power trip of having Xiao Zai salivating for him, that he'd made the suggestion like he was handing out a treat for good behaviour.
Xiao Zai had rejected him then too -- but at that time it had only inflamed Chu Yun with the conviction that he'd make him regret missing that chance.
So much had happened since then.
