Encountering a Snake - Chapter 12

v3c12

——You are my homeland.

Having lived three lifetimes, Liu Yan remembered everything with crystal clarity. Naturally, he also remembered these words—the most beautiful declaration of love.

The one who said them was now clinging to him, like a worm burrowing into his flesh, invading his heart.

It all started over two hundred years ago, with a cup of hot tea that set this entanglement in motion.

Liu Yan lowered his gaze and whispered, “You foolish snake.” Yet his arms, like vines, wrapped tightly around the other’s cool, slender body. His chest pressed forward, aligning their warmth into one.

The warmth of the other’s body, sticking to him like fire—not a scorching heat that burns, but a comforting warmth that soothed his chest—felt particularly pleasant. Yi Mo lowered his head and kissed him, his tongue lingering at the compliant parting of his teeth for a moment before slipping inside. It wrapped around Liu Yan’s soft, welcoming tongue, savoring it greedily, as though it were the most delicious delicacy, unwilling to let go.

The tingling pleasure blossomed in Liu Yan’s mouth, and when Yi Mo licked his palate, his body trembled involuntarily, his mind growing hazy. Not until Yi Mo finally released him did Liu Yan, dazed, softly murmur, “Yi Mo.”

“Yi Mo.” He called the name so gently, a whisper yet pronounced with precision.

Through the cycles of reincarnation, the only thing left was still this name.

Yi—Mo—

He called softly, his lips red and swollen, their lines blurred and hidden. His pink tongue, like a nimble little fish, flickered between his pearly teeth, his damp lips opening and closing, the husky, breathless voice making it seem as though just uttering that name brought him to climax.

Yi Mo’s hands trembled slightly. Hearing his name from this person’s mouth, it felt like a blade cutting into his chest, sending a shuddering pain through him, causing blood to flow in an aching tide.

His gaze darkened. With a slight exertion of strength, Yi Mo lifted Liu Yan’s waist, his hands gripping the slender curve firmly. After kneading and stroking, he leaned down to bite the small, already hardened nipple on Liu Yan’s chest.

Liu Yan let out a muffled “Mm,” unsure if it was entirely pleasurable. The sharp pain of Yi Mo’s biting caused him to lift his head and watch. Watching as Yi Mo’s red tongue licked over the sensitive bud on his chest, leaving behind a faint glistening trail, then gently tugging it with his teeth, cradling it in his mouth, and teasing it with his tongue. The sight radiated an indescribable allure.

The sharp pain abruptly transformed into a twisted pleasure, prompting Liu Yan to moan uncontrollably. His lower body rose high, impatiently rubbing against Yi Mo’s abdomen. The tip of his erection was already slick, oozing with clear fluid.

“Impatient already?” Yi Mo looked up, his voice steady.

With everything now settled, and no more fear or anxiety, he found himself unusually calm, patient enough to take things slow.

Liu Yan arched his chest, offering the neglected side. In a low voice, he said, “This side too…”

“Hm?”

“…This side too.” The nipple on his right was already stiff as a small pebble. Liu Yan presented it to Yi Mo’s mouth, his voice dissolving in surrender as he pleaded, “Kiss it.”

Kiss it. That was what he said. Yi Mo lowered his head and viciously bit the nipple offered to him. Liu Yan cried out from the sharp pain, and Yi Mo immediately switched to soothing it with lips and tongue. His tongue swirled over the sensitive bud, leaving Liu Yan trembling in his arms.

Liu Yan closed his eyes, his mind a chaotic blur. He could only act on instinct, offering his chest to Yi Mo’s mouth. The overly abused peaks, with each touch, spread a beelike sting through his flesh. But the subsequent kisses twisted the pain into a sweet itch that seemed to penetrate his very bones, spreading uncontrollably through every nerve, every inch of his body.

Memories of past intimacy, of soul-searing passion, surfaced unbidden. Unthinkingly, he spread his legs, one hooking around Yi Mo’s waist, his hips rising to grind against Yi Mo’s groin.

As Liu Yan moved closer, Yi Mo readily accepted him. However, with Liu Yan lost in his daze, his movements grew erratic. Yi Mo continued teasing his chest while holding his erratically thrusting hips steady. Lowering his own hips, Yi Mo’s hardness pressed directly against the crevice between Liu Yan’s thighs. The lack of any barrier allowed their bodies to fit seamlessly, as if branding each other with their heat and texture.

This action elicited uncontrollable moans from Liu Yan. His face flushed a deep red as he tilted his head back in apparent embarrassment, eyes tightly shut. Even his neck turned pink, like watered-down ink blooming on white paper—vivid and irresistible.

Yi Mo leaned closer, sinking his teeth into Liu Yan’s throat at the delicate curve of his collarbone. The thin layer of resilient flesh barely concealed the hard bone beneath, matching Yi Mo’s sharp teeth perfectly. He bit down, leaving a mark, before rubbing over it with his lips. Then, he switched to sucking, leaving trails of dampness in his wake. Liu Yan let out a sticky, drawn-out hum of “Mm,” his voice thick with pleasure.

Beads of sweat began to form on Liu Yan’s skin, salty and faintly warm on the tongue. Yi Mo licked at his neck, occasionally switching to nibbling. Each bite was hard, as if intent on devouring him entirely, only to soften into soothing licks before breaking the skin.

Liu Yan moaned, his hips grinding more vigorously.

At this moment, there were no peach blossoms on Liu Yan’s body. There was no dazzling scenery from a millennium ago when Yi Mo had first hatched. Yet, he seemed vividly alive, exuding a scent capable of inciting male desire.

Yi Mo gripped his waist, lifting him to straddle his lap. His hardened length pressed into the shadowed crease between Liu Yan’s thighs. Yi Mo looked down at Liu Yan’s own member, standing rigid for some time now. A thick sheen of liquid coated its length, leaving it slick and glossy. Its pale hue, untouched by others, and sparse hair only accentuated its youthful purity.

This body, Yi Mo thought, was one he had cultivated himself. No one else had touched it. No one else had marked it. It belonged entirely to him.

From childhood to now, Yi Mo had been the one to care for it—bathing him, feeding him, tending to him. Never had he allowed the slightest harm to mar this skin.

The only exception was the time he personally dug out the cinnabar mark from Liu Yan’s chest.

Yi Mo’s gaze lingered on Liu Yan’s chest. It glistened with moisture, the nipples red and swollen. The cinnabar mark, however, was gone. All that remained was a smooth expanse of perfect skin, without any trace of past injury.

Yi Mo pressed a kiss to the spot where the crimson mark once lay. His touch was gentle and deliberate, as if in apology.

Liu Yan’s dazed consciousness seemed to stir at the gesture. He lowered his head, gazing at the man kissing his chest. After pressing his lips together, he finally chuckled softly. “You just think I’m stupid…”

Yi Mo raised his head, not bothering to lie. “I did, at first.”

“I know.” Liu Yan lowered his gaze and kissed his forehead. “Later, you said you liked fools.”

Yi Mo caressed his waist, speaking softly, “I made you remember three lifetimes without asking. Do you blame me?”

Liu Yan smiled and shook his head, holding his face as he leaned in and whispered, “If I stayed a fool, wouldn’t I always let you bully me?”

Wouldn’t it be just that—bullied into submission!

The two of them simultaneously thought of the “coming-of-age ceremony” from not long ago. One was burning with passion, the other naively clueless, enduring even pleasure with a pitiful air.

Liu Yan couldn’t help but knock him lightly on the head and said, “You’re just bullying me for being a fool!”

Yi Mo grabbed his hand tightly, holding it firmly in his own as he answered with an air of complete justification, “If I don’t bully you, who else would I bully?”

Liu Yan was left speechless. After a while, he resigned himself to it. Let him bully someone else? Of course, he wouldn’t allow that. Wasn’t he just destined to be bullied? Thinking about it made him a little resentful, and he wiggled his hips, rubbing against the shadowed bulk nestled between his buttocks. Narrowing his eyes, he said, “You promised not to bully me.”

Yi Mo should have felt ashamed, but instead, he acted somewhat aggrieved. “I couldn’t help it!”

He just couldn’t stop wanting to bully you! Yi Mo remained shameless, raising his hips slightly so his hard length brushed against the tight entrance.

He was entirely oblivious to how he resembled a young boy now—teasing the one he liked until they were almost in tears, then acting aggrieved himself. Look how fun this is! Why are you crying?

Liu Yan shivered and softened in his arms, his mind thoroughly dazed. He was completely at his wit’s end. The way of the world had always been that one thing counters another. And for the two of them, they were mutual nemeses.

In the end, he muttered, “Wicked snake!” Liu Yan scolded him.

—Wicked snake.

Though it was meant as a scolding, Yi Mo heard a mixture of reproach and surrender in his voice. His heart warmed inexplicably as he gripped Liu Yan’s waist, looking down to see his hardness buried entirely in the shadow of Liu Yan’s cleft. Even though he hadn’t entered yet, he could distinctly feel the heat and softness there.

“I want to go in,” Yi Mo said, then began to thrust upward. At first, he only made small motions, but soon the movements grew larger, lifting Liu Yan’s pale body up and down in his embrace, like waves undulating under the moonlight. Liu Yan kept his eyes closed. He had tasted that sensation before and was already aflame with lust. Just a few words and motions left him limp in Yi Mo’s arms, his body melting as he murmured, “Come in…”

He didn’t care anymore, not even if it tore him apart.

Yi Mo shook his head, burying himself against Liu Yan’s chest, biting and kissing as he said, “Your body hasn’t been through it before. You might really bleed.” Besides, he hadn’t fully matured yet; he was only seventeen.

Hearing this, Liu Yan’s face flushed crimson as if it were about to drip blood. His whole body felt like it was burning, and even his most private part, teased for so long, was feverishly hot, clenching and unclenching in the shadow of his cleft. Liu Yan reached between them, lifting himself slightly as he grasped Yi Mo’s length, guiding it to his entrance. Turning his face aside, he muttered, “I want it…”

“What do you want?” Yi Mo hadn’t expected him to be so forthright. A fiery heat surged within him, but he couldn’t help twisting the words. “Do you want me to deflower you?”

“…” Liu Yan thought to himself, this snake is truly wicked to the core!

“Do you?” Yi Mo pressed again.

“…Mm.” The sound was so soft it could barely be heard. Liu Yan felt as if he were being roasted alive by the searing heat surging within him.

Yi Mo had only meant to tease him, but when Liu Yan actually agreed, his mind went blank. Grabbing the sandalwood box he had used earlier, he scooped out a generous amount, smeared it on himself, and reached behind Liu Yan. Rubbing the slick substance against his entrance, he slid a finger in, probing deeply before withdrawing and quickly adding a second finger.

Liu Yan’s face flushed bright red as he took a sharp breath. “Forget it, just put it in already.”

Yi Mo froze for a moment, his voice hoarse as he replied, “I can’t.”

Liu Yan wrapped his arms around Yi Mo’s neck, leaning in to lick his earlobe, his voice husky and enticing. “It’s so itchy inside.”

Words whispered in the throes of passion were the most seductive, and coming from the one he had held dear in his heart for centuries, they would melt even iron into pliant softness.

How could Yi Mo hold back any longer?

Even Liu Yan felt a twisted sense of delight at his own shamelessness. His body softened almost completely, his senses focused solely on the tight entrance being prodded and the aching fullness swelling in front.

“It’ll hurt you,” Yi Mo murmured, holding onto a shred of reason despite everything. His concern only proved how deeply he cared for Liu Yan.

“…” Liu Yan shifted his hips, rubbing against the tip of Yi Mo’s length. His mind was a haze as he pleaded, “It itches—come in and ease it.”

The next second, the one uttering such provocative words was lifted by the waist. Yi Mo abandoned all pretense of gentleness, aligning his engorged length with the twitching entrance. Holding the reddened waist firmly, he slowly lowered Liu Yan’s pliant body onto him. Liu Yan’s soft pants ceased abruptly, his eyes squeezing shut as a muffled moan escaped. Without hesitation, he sank his hips, impaling himself fully.

To the root.