ICSTC CH28: Tidal Warning

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Listen to “Blur Ur Sight” by Dahl while reading.

“If you think it’s disgusting, then forget it…” Seeing that he hadn’t moved, Luo Ye’s voice dropped to a barely audible whisper.

“Me? Disgusted?” Chi Zhiyue chuckled softly at the thought. Luo Ye was too dazed to see the look in his eyes; if he could, he would easily catch the sheer, ravenous hunger simmering behind them.

Disgusted?

He would have loved nothing more than to strip Luo Ye completely bare, take that stiff, beautiful cock into his mouth, and lick, lap, and swallow every inch of it.

He wanted Luo Ye’s first experience getting his dick sucked by a man to feel so intoxicatingly good that his entire body melted, spilling his hot seed straight down Chi Zhiyue’s throat.

Yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

When beastmen entered their heat, they were driven by a primal urge to seek a mate, just like creatures in nature documentaries. But in a modernized world, numerous laws and regulations had been enacted either to protect or curb those in heat.

It all hinged on whether the individual posed a danger to others. Someone like the violently beaten Bai Cheng fell into the category requiring immediate intervention.

Meanwhile, Luo Ye, who wouldn’t lay a finger on anyone right now, was the type that needed protection.

Luo Ye stared at him through heavy-lidded eyes, continuing to plead, “Then help me…”

Chi Zhiyue swallowed hard and shook his head. “You aren’t in your right mind right now. Once you sober up, you’re definitely going to regret this.”

“I am in my right mind… This is your house, and you’re Chi Zhiyue,” Luo Ye murmured, his eyes falling shut. “A high-angle shot adds presence; a low-angle shot builds tension. Don’t cut between similar framings from the same angle, and use jump cuts to smooth the transition.”

Chi Zhiyue: “…”

Luo Ye: “See? Perfectly clear.”

Chi Zhiyue: “A little too clear.”

With a soft sigh, Chi Zhiyue quietly pulled the bedroom door shut, walked over, and sat on the edge of the mattress, making the bed dip slightly under his weight.

He cupped Luo Ye’s cheek. The fever had come down a little compared to before. In a gentle voice, he asked, “Does it just feel swollen and achy right now?”

Luo Ye nuzzled into the cool palm, his gaze downcast as he murmured weakly, “Still burning hot. Not my whole body, but my chest and down there are on fire. I don’t have any strength.”

His mind was sharp, yet the sweltering fever raging inside left him completely unmoored. His heart hammered at ten times its normal rate, leaving him feeling as if he had just stepped out of a suffocating sauna—even lifting an arm took everything out of him.

No wonder my heart wouldn’t stop racing at the amusement park. It was the heat all along.

As the thought crossed his mind, another sharp wave of pain tore through him.

Luo Ye let out a pained whimper, curling his body inward as his brows knit together. “It hurts so much… why does it ache like this…”

Down there was agonizing, feeling as though countless thin needles were burrowing into his vas deferens—intensely itchy and stabbing with pain.

Unable to bear it any longer, he unashamedly shoved down the gray boxers already damp with pre-cum, allowing his cock to spring free.

The shaft, matching his skin tone, stood rock-hard and straight. The tip was flushed a delicate red, and prominent veins coiled along the shaft, looking so swollen it seemed ready to burst.

Luo Ye wrapped a hand around his own length, stroking upward from the root. His fingers clenched and unclenched in an urgent rhythm, yet because he was so thoroughly drained of strength, the movements were weak and erratic; the fleeting friction only aggravated the torment.

His ragged breathing filled the quiet room. A sheen of fine sweat coated his forehead, his eyelids half-shut, his lips parted.

“Chi Zhiyue… what’s wrong with me…” Luo Ye’s voice was hoarse, punctuated by heavy gasps. “It really won’t come out…”

Watching the trembling length between Luo Ye’s fingers, Chi Zhiyue reached forward, gently resting his hand over the back of Luo Ye’s. His voice fell low: “Will you let me touch you?”

Having another man touch him there for the first time felt undeniably bizarre, but the sensation was instantly drowned out by the ache.

Facing what felt like the brink of death, what did a little touch matter? He could just treat it like a doctor’s exam. Two grown men had nothing to be afraid of; it wasn’t like Chi Zhiyue was going to eat him alive.

Luo Ye swiftly reasoned his way out of his hesitation. Setting his jaw, he hooked his little finger around Chi Zhiyue’s. “Touch it, then. I don’t have any strength left…”

“Tell me if it hurts. I don’t know what it feels like, after all.” Before he had even finished speaking, Chi Zhiyue’s large hand closed over the heat, taking over where Luo Ye’s had left off.

Luo Ye’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He didn’t say another word.

Chi Zhiyue’s fingers were thicker than Luo Ye’s; when he wrapped his palm around the shaft, he engulfed it completely.

He began slowly stroking up from the base, using his thumb to gently rub the sensitive area around the slit at the tip, before gliding back down in a steady, measured cadence.

Luo Ye’s breathing grew heavier by the second, his chest heaving. The stabbing ache along his shaft gradually faded, replaced by an unbearable, tingling ache of pleasure.

He leaned back against the headboard, parting his thighs slightly wider to give Chi Zhiyue better access.

Chi Zhiyue braced his other hand on the mattress, leaning his upper body forward. His broad chest drew closer, hovering just over Luo Ye without pressing down.

He dipped his head and placed a soft kiss on Luo Ye’s cheek, his lips lingering against the warm skin for a couple of seconds before pulling back.

Caught off guard, Luo Ye stiffened. “What are you doing?”

Chi Zhiyue brushed aside the stray hair clinging to Luo Ye’s cheek, tilting his head slightly. “Can I kiss you? I heard from a doctor that kissing makes it feel better.”

The word “doctor” carried an undeniable authority over any physical ailment.

Luo Ye didn’t doubt it for a second. What’s more, Chi Zhiyue was looking at him with such an earnest, pitiful gaze, while the hand wrapped around his lifeblood hadn’t loosened its grip in the slightest.

If he refused, what if the man squeezed too hard and snapped it?

Panting softly, Luo Ye nodded. “Just do whatever makes you comfortable.”

Receiving his permission, Chi Zhiyue curved his lips into a faint smile. He trailed kisses down the side of Luo Ye’s face, passing beneath his earlobe until the tips of their noses gently bumped together.

Their hot, ragged breaths tangled in the narrow space between them.

Without a second thought, Chi Zhiyue pressed his lips over Luo Ye’s, his tongue teasing along the seam of his mouth.

Drawn along by the motion, Luo Ye parted his teeth. The moment the tip of his tongue peeked out, Chi Zhiyue took it gently into his mouth, sucking on it in a slow, deep rhythm.

Luo Ye had assumed kissing was just closing your eyes and pressing lips together, but he was completely mistaken.

Chi Zhiyue’s tongue was thick and scorchingly hot, winding around his own like a supple snake. It pressed firmly against the roof of his mouth, gliding over his gums and inner cheeks, intent on tasting every single corner of his mouth.

The slick, wet heat blew his mind into a blinding white fog.

“Mmh…” Luo Ye let out a muffled groan, his body shivering instinctively.

It truly was their first real kiss—clumsy, lacking all technique and restraint.

He grabbed Chi Zhiyue’s wrist, wanting him to slow down, but the moment he parted his lips to speak, he was sealed shut once more.

Chi Zhiyue swung a knee onto the bed, shifting his weight over. With his other hand continuing to stroke the hardening length, his thumb deliberately traced the contours of the swollen glans over and over.

The numbing pleasure sparked from that contact rippled through his entire body. Unable to close his mouth, Luo Ye could only keep it parted, passively enduring the deep, relentless sweeps of the other man’s tongue against the root of his own.

Wet, messy sounds echoed through the quiet room. Saliva spilled uncontrollably from the corners of their lips, drawing thin, glistening threads between them.

Since it was the first time either of them had indulged like this, their rhythm was far from polished, kissing so intensely that they completely forgot to breathe.

It wasn’t until Luo Ye thumped a fist against Chi Zhiyue’s chest that the man finally let him go.

“Hah…” Gulping down precious oxygen, Luo Ye drew a heavy breath and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Holy shit, I almost suffocated! Can’t you take it easy?”

Chi Zhiyue had zero interest in listening. His eyes remained glued to Luo Ye’s glistening, swollen lips as he whispered a tender plea: “Let’s do it again. If we pace our breathing this time, it’ll feel even better for you.”

It really had felt amazing just now; Luo Ye couldn’t deny that.

He glanced down at the hand still wrapped around his cock. After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally relented. “…Fine, but you have to remember to breathe.”

“Mhm, definitely.” Chi Zhiyue’s lips descended once again.

This time was noticeably better than the first. Instead of plunging in recklessly, he took his time rubbing and teasing, leaving them plenty of room to catch their breath.

The tip of Luo Ye’s tongue grew numb from the suction, tangled completely in the other’s embrace.

“Mmh… ah…”

Schlick… squelch…

The kiss turned Luo Ye’s legs to jelly, tremors racking his frame. His grip on Chi Zhiyue’s wrist went slack, his hand slipping limp onto the mattress.

Every breath he drew was filled with Chi Zhiyue’s scent, his mind reduced to a hazy blur of intoxicating pleasure and breathless heat.

Kissing a guy doesn’t feel nearly as weird as I imagined, Luo Ye thought faintly.

Perhaps it was the influence of the heat. Beyond the initial awkwardness, he had gradually grown used to it, and by now, he could accept it completely.

Aside from the sounds of their kissing, a soft, wet friction echoed as the hand stroked the rigid cock. Chi Zhiyue hadn’t paused for a second, his palm sliding smoothly up and down the length at a pace far steadier than when Luo Ye had tried to handle it himself.

Every time he stroked to the very top, his fingers would swirl over the head in gentle circles before sliding all the way back down, tending to the entire shaft.

Because Luo Ye had already leaked a generous amount of pre-cum, Chi Zhiyue’s palm was slick and glistening, making the friction even smoother.

Seven or eight minutes later, their lips finally parted. Chi Zhiyue gave Luo Ye’s lower lip an affectionate nip, drawing the languid kiss to an end.

“Doesn’t that feel a lot better?” Chi Zhiyue didn’t pull away, intentionally keeping their hot breaths mingled as his eyes stayed locked on Luo Ye’s face.

“It does feel good.” Luo Ye answered with the straightforward mindset of an utter straight guy—whatever he was asked, he answered plainly.

When he instinctively licked his lips, he belatedly realized how swollen they had become.

Tugging at Chi Zhiyue’s cuff, Luo Ye warned him with all seriousness, “Kiss lighter next time, otherwise I won’t know how to explain this to my brother when I get home.”

The corner of Chi Zhiyue’s mouth curled into a faint smile. His fingertip grazed Luo Ye’s lips. “So you’re hoping there’s a next time too.”

Luo Ye took it completely in stride, stating as if it were the most natural thing in the world, “Aren’t we supposed to be acting like a couple for these two months? What kind of couple doesn’t kiss? Besides, you’re already helping me with… what’s a little kiss compared to that…”

Toward the end, as Chi Zhiyue resumed his rhythm down below, his words were drowned out by rising gasps.

Chi Zhiyue’s eyes curved with delight. Leaning in, he pecked Luo Ye’s lips before trailing kisses downward—skimming across his jaw, following the clean line of his jawbone, and settling against his throat.

The skin along the neck was delicate. Chi Zhiyue kissed it with exquisite care, dragging his lips across the surface before gently parting them to take a small patch of skin into his mouth. He sucked softly, careful not to leave a lingering mark.

Luo Ye shrank his neck back with a low whimper, his fingers clutching at the bedsheets.

Without a word, Chi Zhiyue simply continued peppering kisses along his neck, one after another, his lips shifting from the left side to the right, before tracing down toward his collarbone.

Luo Ye’s legs trembled faintly, the fabric bunched around his knees shaking along with them. He rested a hand on Chi Zhiyue’s shoulder, bunching the fabric of the man’s shirt in his fist.

“Ngh…”

Sensing his body tightening, Chi Zhiyue picked up the tempo slightly. His fingers tightened their grip, working the most sensitive couple of inches near the top with extra attention.

“Does it feel good?” Chi Zhiyue murmured against Luo Ye’s neck, his breath ghosting hot over the skin.

Luo Ye nodded, his voice broken and breathless: “Mmh… feels really good… don’t stop…”

Chi Zhiyue had no intention of stopping. He kept kissing him back and forth, over and over.

Leaving the neck, he returned to Luo Ye’s cheeks, kissing the corner of his eye before moving to the other side of his face.

All the while, his hand stroked the scorching, rock-hard shaft with practiced rhythm.

The cock twitched violently within Chi Zhiyue’s palm, clear fluid beading at the slit and trickling down between his fingers.

Luo Ye’s hips bucked upward on their own accord, rolling into Chi Zhiyue’s hand.

Matching his rhythm, Chi Zhiyue quickened his strokes, his palm tightening as he glided up and down with seamless friction.

The temperature in the bedroom seemed to spike higher with every second. Luo Ye’s gasps grew louder, punctuated by ragged groans he couldn’t keep down.

Ten minutes later, Luo Ye grabbed Chi Zhiyue’s shoulders tightly, his entire body stiffening like a drawn bow. “I’m… I’m gonna cum…”

“Go ahead,” Chi Zhiyue murmured softly. “I’ve got you.”

His hand maintained a swift, steady rhythm, thumb pressing and massaging the head to push Luo Ye right over the edge.

A jolt like pure electricity shot from the base of his spine straight into his brain. “Ha… ah…”

With a low cry, his hips snapped forward. The cock pulsed violently in Chi Zhiyue’s grip, spurting thick, white ropes of semen.

Some landed across Chi Zhiyue’s fingers, some splattered onto Luo Ye’s own thighs, while the rest dripped slowly down the length of the shaft.

Having spent his load, Luo Ye went completely limp, staring blankly up at the ceiling. Due to the lingering heat, his cock remained semi-erect.

Yet a wave of profound relief washed over his entire body, his head clearing considerably. Recalling the messy state he had been in, and realizing they had been kissing for so long, any normal man would have developed some kind of reaction by now.

His gaze drifted downward toward Chi Zhiyue’s lap.

Sure enough, a massive tent was pitched beneath the fabric.

Just as Chi Zhiyue reached for a tissue to wipe his hands, Luo Ye’s palm came down over his thigh. Chi Zhiyue stiffened instantly, his brows drawing together as he looked at Luo Ye.

With flushed cheeks and a faintly smug grin, Luo Ye said, “You helped me out, so it’s only fair I help you once too.”

Moving his hand aside, Chi Zhiyue replied evenly, “Just get some rest. I can handle it myself.”

“Hey, you’ve already seen mine. It feels like a total rip-off if I don’t get to see yours,” Luo Ye turned his head away. “We’re both guys, what’s there to be afraid of?”

“…” Chi Zhiyue cast a brief glance downward.

Remembering something, Luo Ye patted Chi Zhiyue’s shoulder, speaking in all earnestness: “Mine is pretty impressive, you don’t need to feel insecure about losing to me.”

“Me? Insecure?” Chi Zhiyue raised an eyebrow. Tossing the tissue aside, he leaned his body forward, closing the distance between them once more.

“As long as you don’t regret what you just said after your heat ends.”

Lowering his head, his lips glided back to Luo Ye’s neck, nuzzling and kissing him hungrily.

As he kissed him, one hand reached for his own waistband. Undoing the button and pulling down the zipper, he yanked down his trousers and underwear in one swift motion, letting his cock spring free.

Luo Ye glanced down, nearly cursing out loud.

Holy shit, is he even human?! That monster was thicker and straighter than his own, easily over twenty centimeters long.

Luo Ye’s mind went completely blank. Shoving at Chi Zhiyue’s chest, he stammered, “Wait, how about you handle it yourse—”

“No waiting,” Chi Zhiyue cut him off smoothly. “You’re an older brother too. An older brother has to keep his word.”

Giving Luo Ye’s neck one final nuzzle, Chi Zhiyue slowly straightened his torso. His hand reached down toward Luo Ye’s legs, hooking behind his knees. With firm pressure, he lifted Luo Ye’s legs upward, folding them back until his ankles rested beside his own ears.

A terrible premonition hit Luo Ye: “Hey, what kind of position is this?!”

Kneeling on the bed, Chi Zhiyue pressed a dense flurry of kisses onto Luo Ye’s ankles. “Why do you look so good everywhere? Your legs are gorgeous, your body is gorgeous.”

Great. He’s not listening to a single word.

Chi Zhiyue pulled Luo Ye down off the pillows, leaving his upper back flat against the mattress and his hips slightly suspended in the air.

Luo Ye could only watch helplessly as Chi Zhiyue wedged that thick, imposing cock right between his thighs, pressing flush against his own semi-hard length before slowly thrusting his hips forward.

The two shafts pressed tightly against each other, grinding together length to length.

Still in the middle of his heat, Luo Ye was overwhelmingly sensitive. Having a cock rubbing directly against his lower abdomen instantly scrambled his thoughts. Struggling to sit up, he gasped, “Fuck!! Stop!”

Chi Zhiyue looked at him with an innocent gaze. “Didn’t you tell me to cum?”

“Not like this!!” Luo Ye tried to shield the area with his hands.

“It’s alright, I won’t hurt you,” Chi Zhiyue promised softly. His free hand reached down to catch the hem of Luo Ye’s shirt, tugging it upward until it bunched just beneath his ribcage.

Luo Ye’s eight-pack was laid completely bare—every muscle defined, the lines carved deep. His waist tapered down tightly, firm and flat, with a light film of sweat glistening across the skin.

How can someone be this beautiful?

Chi Zhiyue’s gaze drank in that taut abdomen. His cock throbbed harder, grinding against the flesh without a moment’s pause.

“Ah… mmh…” Luo Ye panted, his eyes half-closed. Reaching backward over his head, he clutched the pillow in a white-knuckled grip.

Chi Zhiyue started off slow, thrusting steadily forward. The thick shaft slid in and out between his thighs, squeezing their lengths together with every stroke, the heads rubbing against each other.

Gradually, Chi Zhiyue’s rhythm accelerated, his hips snapping forward with force, producing soft, wet slaps.

The friction grew fiercer, clear pre-cum welling from the tips and slicking the space between his thighs and his lower belly.

“Ah… ngh… so good…”

Having just ejaculated, Luo Ye was already exhausted. All he could register was the slick, scorching heat between his legs, every rolling grind sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

It genuinely felt incredible.

“It feels so good…”

Chi Zhiyue let out low, ragged pants, his broad chest heaving. His grip behind Luo Ye’s knees tightened, hoisting his legs higher to press their bodies even closer together.

The kisses trailing over his ankles grew rougher and more urgent.

Luo Ye’s mind was wiped completely blank, swallowed whole by pure sensation, the heat between his legs swelling unbearable.

A single thought looped endlessly in his dazed mind: Fuck, this feels way too good… so hot… I can’t, I’m gonna cum again… it feels so damn good…

Chi Zhiyue was nearing the edge as well. After several frantic, driving thrusts, his hips snapped forward hard, and both of them spilled over at once.

Luo Ye’s cock pulsed first, spurting spurts of white seed that splattered across his exposed stomach, trickling down the grooves of his abs.

Chi Zhiyue’s cock erupted right between his thighs, hot semen coating the slick crease.

The two remained collapsed together, their breathing ragged and uneven, their softening lengths resting in the mess between his thighs.

The bedroom was thick with the scent of their release, the bedding thoroughly disheveled, the lingering heat refusing to dissipate.

Having come twice, Luo Ye felt so completely sated and drained that he didn’t want to move a single muscle, his eyelids slowly drooping shut.

By the time Luo Ye woke up again, the room had plunged into pitch-black darkness. Not a sliver of light filtered through the window; only the duvet draped over him offered a soft, cozy warmth.

“Huh?… What time is it?” Luo Ye pushed himself up groggily, pulling back the blanket on instinct.

At some point, his trousers had been swapped for a pair of loose, comfortable black pajama pants, and his top had been replaced with long-sleeved loungewear that draped past his wrists.

His heart gave a sudden jump. Tugging up the hem of the shirt, he found his abdomen completely clean—every trace of the mess had been thoroughly wiped away.

The drowsy haze clouding his brain shattered the instant he saw his bare stomach, the chaotic events of a few hours ago rushing back like a tidal wave.

He… he actually did that with Chi Zhiyue…

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!!!

Luo Ye threw himself backward, his skull smacking squarely against the solid wooden headboard with a dull, heavy thud.

The sharp pain made him grab the back of his head on the spot, letting out a strangled yell: “Ow! Fuck!”

Before the cry could even fade, the bedroom door was shoved open.

The overhead light flicked on, the blinding brightness making Luo Ye squint instinctively.

Dressed in a matching set of pajamas, Chi Zhiyue rushed into the room, dropping into a crouch beside the mattress to place a palm over his forehead.

“What happened?! Does something hurt again?” Chi Zhiyue’s voice was laced with panic, his entire posture wound tight with worry.

Looking at the gentle, fretful Chi Zhiyue before him, the image of the man drenched in sweat from hours earlier flashed through his mind, the two figures overlapping and blurring together.

Am I the only one freaking out here? Why is this guy acting so calm?

It had to be the lingering aftereffects of the heat making his emotions a tangled mess.

Luo Ye lowered his gaze, picking at his own fingers as he mumbled, “Nothing… I’m just hungry.”

Chi Zhiyue blinked, withdrawing his hand as a warm, gentle smile spread across his face. “Let’s get something to eat first, then.”