Bound by Love

"Shen Xinghui…"

"I want you, Ignatius."

Ignatius could feel Shen Xinghui's desperation in his words.

He was being wanted—needed.

That realization erased the last trace of hesitation within him.

Pressing Shen Xinghui down, he worked to loosen him up.

The strange sense of discord he had felt before finally made sense, bringing clarity.

Shen Xinghui's body clenched tightly around his fingers, warm and soft as it enveloped them.

Just that sensation alone was enough to ignite his desire.

Even if he pushed a little too far, he knew it wouldn't truly tear.

In no time, three fingers were swallowed up, stretching wide within, yet Shen Xinghui made no complaint of pain.

"Ignatius, m-more... I want it..."

That desperate plea shattered the last remnants of Ignatius's restraint.

He pulled his fingers away and pressed himself against Shen Xinghui, rubbing against him before steadily pushing forward.