童岁 angrily bit him, “Then why didn’t you come to see me directly?”
In the dark, 夜临渊 leaned down and kissed the top of his head gently, “I’m afraid that once I see you, I won’t be able to help but lock you up and prevent you from attending those gatherings with impure intentions.”
童岁 turned over, sitting up and pressing down on his shoulders. “夜临渊, I’ll say it plainly, I’m not interested in those people at all. I’ve been waiting for you to come.”
A glimmer seemed to light up 夜临渊’s dark eyes in the darkness.
In the next moment, the positions reversed.
夜临渊 avoided 童岁’s injured hand and leaned down to kiss him, passionately conveying his strong feelings through action. “I feel the same way.”
The next morning.
Daylight had already broken, and the light streamed through the gaps in the curtains, filling the room.
When 童岁 woke up, he found himself tightly embraced in a strong arm, the warmth at his back causing him to momentarily lose his senses.
This feeling was familiar yet somewhat distant.
He lifted his head and caught a glimpse of a sharp, smooth jawline, with deep brow bones—handsome from any angle.
As soon as he moved, 夜临渊 opened his eyes, his long, narrowed eyes slightly lowered as he looked at him. “Are you awake?”
童岁 mumbled a sleepy “mm-hmm.”
Those clear and bright eyes were clean and penetrating.
夜临渊 moved closer, using the hand resting at 童岁’s waist to pull him closer.
His kisses came down, each one strong and almost suffocating, as if kissing for so long last night hadn’t satisfied him, wanting to release all his pent-up emotions over the days.
He intended to mark 童岁, claiming him entirely, making him his territory.
童岁 was utterly helpless against the kisses.
He had always been inexperienced in kissing, being led by the rhythm of the other, tears creeping out of the corners of his eyes, dampening his thick lashes, one strand after another.
He weakly pushed against 夜临渊 with his palm.
From years of training, 夜临渊’s body was solid, making it difficult for 童岁’s push to be of any effect. Not only did he not stop when noticing the movement, but he also kissed him even more fiercely.
By the time morning came, 童岁’s lips, which had barely recovered from swelling, were in a disheveled state again from the kisses.
夜临渊 was reluctant to let go, his large palm rubbing the top of 童岁’s head like a beast satisfied after claiming its prey.
He would occasionally toy with his prize.
When 童岁 turned over, he was still lost in the feelings from just a moment ago.
The gentle ruffling of his hair felt comfortable, and 童岁 squinted his eyes, telling 夜临渊 behind him, “Next time, you can’t kiss me like that.”
The hand resting on his head paused slightly.
夜临渊 asked, “Why not?”
童岁 felt warmth radiate from his ear beneath the soft hair, blood rushing through the delicate skin, like rouge blooming on white jade.
It felt wrong to say that he kissed too fiercely, that he couldn’t keep up; each time made him feel like he was about to die.
夜临渊 squinted, pinching his chin, interrupting his thoughts, “What are you thinking about?”
Or rather, who are you thinking about?
That beta he has a crush on? Had they kissed before?
童岁 stared at him blankly, biting down slightly on his tingling lip.
The hint of crimson ignited 夜临渊’s rationality.
“You said you liked me,”
夜临渊 opened his mouth and bit down on the reddened tip of 童岁’s ear, “So now, and in the future, you can only like me. Do you understand?”
The sudden bite on his ear made 童岁 tremble all over sensitively.
夜临渊’s words, along with his breath, kept invading his ears.
童岁 nodded repeatedly.
This eased 夜临渊’s grip a little, lifting his chin slightly, gently pressing his lips against 童岁’s.
This kiss was significantly gentler than before.
After a long while of kissing, 夜临渊 finally let him go.
“It’s still early; you can sleep a bit longer. I’ll go make breakfast.”
Feeling the warmth leave the bed and hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, 童岁’s tense body finally relaxed.
He raised his hand, gently touching the bitten tip of his ear.
It was burning hot.
童岁 didn’t dislike being dominated completely; it was just that 夜临渊 was too extreme.
Every approach made him feel like all his thoughts were being occupied, leaving no room for contemplation.
Hearing the bathroom door open, 童岁 quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
夜临渊 stood at the bedside for a few seconds.
Even with his eyes closed, 童岁 could feel his gaze upon him—hot, focused, and vividly present.
His eyelashes couldn’t help but tremble.
Then he heard the sound of 夜临渊 leaving and the door closing behind him.
童岁 opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Even though 夜临渊 was the same person as 落落, he was much more dominant.
He should gradually get used to it.
After lying on the bed for a while, 童岁 sat up.
He hadn’t forgotten that today was the first day of school.
After washing up, he changed back into his clothes and walked out of the room.
Sounds of various kitchen utensils clashing filled the air.
童岁 saw 夜临渊 standing in the kitchen and walked over.
It was obvious that 夜临渊 rarely cooked for himself.
The open fridge mostly contained ready-made gourmet semi-finished products from the supermarket, which only needed to be heated a bit to eat.
Even so, 夜临渊 had made a pot of hot porridge.
He placed the porridge in front of 童岁.
Though his expression looked as peaceful as usual, his peripheral vision was subtly focused on 童岁’s reactions.
童岁 took a sip of the porridge.
夜临渊’s hand holding the fork was tense, and he casually asked, “How is it? If you can’t eat this, we can have something else.”