The confines of Lu Yizhou's arms around him were so strong. He writhed, yet he was unable to prevent those fingers from teasing his hole again and again. Lu Yizhou knew his body all too well. He did not rush to enter and instead, took his damn sweet time to stroke the rim again and again while his other hand languidly glided over Zeke's sensitive length. In the tranquil bathroom, nothing could be heard except for Zeke's soft and restrained cries.
In this position, Zeke could not see what Lu Yizhou was planning. Just as he thought that Lu Yizhou's finger was going to slip in, he would pull back and Zeke would clench onto nothing but empty air. The feeling of the death scythe hanging over his neck was truly unbearable. Oh God… he was going to be driven insane by this man sooner or later!
