The Mad King's Heir

Li Jun sucked Yu Wen’s lower lip between his teeth and bit down. The slight pain and pleasure made his hips jerk. He helplessly ground his crotch against Li Jun’s thigh, expressing his need for him. Their wet tongues clicked, and their breathing ragged. Neither of them would nor could extricate themselves from the kiss.

Yu Wen groped Li Jun’s ass, his grip so tight it could bruise. Li Jun trembled, the tremor visible in the footage. Unable to bear it, he spun Yu Wen around, switching their positions. Yu Wen’s back hit the wall, and the man pressed his body against his.

They were pressed chest to chest and hip to hip. Li Jun’s thigh slid between Yu Wen’s legs, and he rubbed against his groin. Yu Wen’s head fell back against the wall, his throat further exposed.

Li Jun’s hand reached for his neck, his fingers wrapping around it. He didn’t squeeze his grip; he was just holding him. His thumb rested at the crook of Yu Wen’s neck, and he could feel his pulse beating against his skin.

"Relax," he whispered. His words came through the speaker like a caress, low and rough. The Yu Wen on the screen seemed drugged all over again, but not from whatever he had drunk before. His gaze seemed fixed on Li Jun’s wet lips that gleamed in the dim light. Li Jun didn’t keep him waiting.

He pressed his lips against his, his tongue sliding inside. Yu Wen groaned as he clung to Li Jun’s back. His fingers trailed down Li Jun’s back as though etching every inch of him in his memories.

Li Jun shivered under his touch, his reaction unmistakable. After what seemed like an eternity, Li Jun broke away. He pressed his forehead against Yu Wen’s, their hot and uneven breath mingling together.

"We should stop," he said, his voice wrecked and barely a whisper.

The Yu Wen on the screen didn’t respond. He was looking at him with an obsessive and feverish gaze. He hadn’t had enough of those lips. Like an addict, he wanted more of that sweetness.

Ignoring everything Li Jun said, he surged forward, his retaliation aggressive. Li Jun’s shoulder blades hit the wall, making Yu Wen, who was watching, feel incredibly guilty. Li Jun, however, seemed to have forgotten the pain when Yu Wen’s mouth latched onto his neck.

They stumbled in the room, and Yu Wen hit his hip against the console table. The wood scraped against the marble. A vase and a lamp shattered on the floor. It was then that he realized how he had gotten that bruise.

He watched as he bent over and lifted Li Jun. Li Jun’s legs wrapped around his waist, and his arms around his neck, just like he did the other night. Li Jun seemed to want to say something, but he sealed his lips with a kiss, swallowing his protest whole.

He carried him to the couch. He came down on top of him, pressing him into the cushions with one knee sliding between Li Jun’s thighs. Li Jun’s head tipped back, his lips swollen and his chest heaving. His hands came up to frame Yu Wen’s face, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones, and he stared at him.

The playback paused, and Yu Wen sat motionless in his chair, staring at the image. Li Jun was beneath him on the couch, gazing up with something unreadable in his eyes. His own face, hovering inches above, was transformed by an intense hunger he had never seen in a mirror.

The silence in the office was absolute, his hands trembling. He pressed them flat against his thighs, but the tremors wouldn’t stop. His chest felt tight, his breath shallow.

He reached for the controls. There was more footage. The timestamp showed another one hour and thirty-eight minutes. His finger hovered over the play button, hesitating, but in the end, he pressed it.

His voice barely audible through the speakers, Li Jun whispered on the screen, "This is a mistake."

Yu Wen couldn’t remember anything that happened that night, but he could recall how he felt. He felt an intense pain and a burning hunger that threatened to consume him. He watched himself ignore Li Jun’s words and lean down.

He pressed his lips on Li Jun’s neck. The kiss was slow at first, almost reverent before growing urgent. His past self kissed down Li Jun’s neck and collarbone, his tongue tracing the man’s flushed skin.

Yu Wen watched himself trail lower, his mouth finding Li Jun’s nipple. He sucked hard, and Li Jun’s back arched off the cushions as a groan escaped his lips. The sound went straight through Yu Wen, sitting in his office, making him feel hot all over.

"Oh god," Yu Wen whispered to the empty room.

On screen, his past self worked Li Jun’s nipple with his mouth while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. Li Jun slipped his fingers through Yu Wen’s hair and tugged at his strands. His sweet and tantalizing cries filled the man’s ears, and he almost couldn’t breathe.

Yu Wen watched himself suck and gently bite that nipple before soothing the skin with his tongue again. He was like a starved man. A man whose hunger could only be satiated by Li Jun.

His hands, resting on his thighs, trembled even more. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He looked so desperate, so unhinged. He couldn’t even recognize himself. This wasn’t him.

His past self kissed down Li Jun’s abdomen, leaving a long trail of wet and open-mouthed kisses. He nuzzled Li Jun’s hardness through the fabric of his swimming trunks. The entire time, he was staring at Li Jun with an expression that made his gut twist. He had an obsessive and possessive gaze that he had never given anyone before.

A damp patch from precum was clearly visible on Li Jun’s trunks in the footage. He watched himself pull down the fabric, freeing Li Jun’s cock. He licked the tip of his hardness, gathering the precum dripping down the shaft. The sight of his own pink tongue licking that hard cock and savoring the taste made Yu Wen’s face burn.

He saw himself take Li Jun into his mouth, his actions clumsy but eager. Li Jun’s fingers in Yu Wen’s hair tightened as he gasped in pleasure, his back arched. Yu Wen couldn’t turn his gaze away. Wet and obscene sounds mixed with Li Jun’s panting breath filled the room.

On screen, his past self pulled off briefly, panting, before fumbling with his own pants. He ground down against Li Jun, their bodies sliding together, and kissed him deeply. The kiss was messy and desperate, all teeth and tongue. Li Jun’s hands roamed down his back, gripping his hips.

"Do you want it?" Li Jun whispered into his ear.