[Chinese Webseries 2016] Heroin Web Series 上癮网络剧

[Guest skeletonworks]

17 minutes ago, xix19xix said:

 

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She is really hot though. At least he has taste  Well, I am happy as long as both of them are well and successful. Don't care if he is straight or otherwise.

 

 

Actually I'd be lying if I said I didn't die a little when I first learned about it. But I consoled myself "who's here who is already in a relationship/married but still fanboy/fangirl about Johnny or Zhouzhou?? Right??"  Same goes to our human Johnny. Love Zhouzhou but that doesn't mean he can't like whatever he likes. 

[xix19xix]

11 minutes ago, skeletonworks said:

 

Actually I'd be lying if I said I didn't die a little when I first learned about it. But I consoled myself "who's here who is already in a relationship/married but still fanboy/fangirl about Johnny or Zhouzhou?? Right??"  Same goes to our human Johnny. Love Zhouzhou but that doesn't mean he can't like whatever he likes. 

 

Don't forget his post on the bent steel pipes too  

[unicornsoup]

20 minutes ago, skeletonworks said:

Actually I'd be lying if I said I didn't die a little when I first learned about it. But I consoled myself "who's here who is already in a relationship/married but still fanboy/fangirl about Johnny or Zhouzhou?? Right??"  Same goes to our human Johnny. Love Zhouzhou but that doesn't mean he can't like whatever he likes. 

 

If you look at who JY follow on Instgram, you will have a pretty good idea where his taste runs. Victoria Secret anyone? Haha

50 minutes ago, mrsaturn said:

@bearology oh yeah i forgot about it but i still need more. Lol

Sigh just hope that things will get better for both of them from now onwards and that we will get to see them together soon and hoping for more hints (and big surprise that we hoped for) during zz seoul concert.

 

Sweetheart, its not going to happen. Sorry dear. Unless you want both of them to commit career suicide. Hug. 

[gayyoxx]

Haha, right on the spot, @skeletonworks. My partner tolerates my fanboying because I support them to be together. Otherwise... XD So, no buying photobook for me 

Anyway, while I think every partnership/marriage has to find comfort and trust that your significant othee would not run to the first good looking man/woman he/she meet, JY and ZZ are working and living in the entertainment industry where people with face and body like gods and goddesses are everywhere. Heck, even they are magnets attracting worshippers (us, ). Their challenges would be higher than, say, mine in my environment. 

Just for today, which one would make ZZ feel more insecure:

1/ JY's liking that woman's IG.

2/ JY's looking that male model with godlike body.

3/ JY are being friendly with Dolce and Gabbana, two well known, successful gay men who might be interested in him.

The list goes on and on  

Unless JY and ZZ develop mutual trust, commitment and respect toward one another, their relationship won't last long. Yet I believe that their shared experiences, their ups and downs, their constant battle against sparft et al are forging their bond stronger and make it more than physical.

[yjhx86]

My life is complete.... #mylife #gone someone is in MILAN... someone is wearing MILANO shirt.. OKAY........ 

@aeislaeigh thank you for the photobook pics! I can't wait to get mine, it says its on the way via UPS, it will be here Monday?! +_+ @abbraccio91 I ordered ZZ deluxe album via taobao and taobaofocus and its on the way T_T so happy for you! its beautiful. @bearology that fan art is sooo cute T_T @xix19xix bent steel pipes.... AHHHHHHHHHHHH........ @matthew2312 I SWEAR I only looked for JY... (sure.. right...)

@skeletonworks WELL-SAID! I agree with you 200% We are wishing and hoping and praying.

More new pics of JY from MILAN / D&G 

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Previous pics without SOHU logo

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Did anyone post this? Sorry if this is a repost: men's uno HK posted a pic of JY from D&G show. absolutely LOVED Men's UNO work with JY&ZZ... hope they work together again.

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[Franz Grant]

25 minutes ago, skeletonworks said:

"who's here who is already in a relationship/married but still fanboy/fangirl about Johnny or Zhouzhou?? Right??" 

 

Maybe not many, but some!

I like them and can relate.

This is a 24/7 reality show and I am determined to stay here for the next 7 1/2 years.

[Guest skeletonworks]

9 minutes ago, KKmegan said:

If you look at who JY follow on Instgram, you will have a pretty good idea where his taste runs. Victoria Secret anyone? Haha

Sweetheart, its not going to happen. Sorry dear. Unless you want both of them to commit career suicide. Hug. 

 

I know who he follows and we have discussed this like what 600-700 pages back? @thoron also noted that he follows hunks with 6 packs too.  I think a lot of us who have been here for quite some time already know about this fact and Zhouzhou's gestures about Johnny's ideal in Ellemen was not foreign to us. 

Secondly, there's no need to burst someone's bubble. A lot of us know deep down that the probability of him attending Zhouzhou's concert is little to none but we can all wish and hope. That's why we are all gathered here.

[unicornsoup]

35 minutes ago, skeletonworks said:

 

I know who he follows and we have discussed this like what 600-700 pages back? @thoron also noted that he follows hunks with 6 packs too.  I think a lot of us who have been here for quite some time already know about this fact and Zhouzhou's gestures about Johnny's ideal in Ellemen was not foreign to us. 

Secondly, there's no need to burst someone's bubble. A lot of us know deep down that the probability of him attending Zhouzhou's concert is little to none but we can all wish and hope. That's why we are all gathered here.

On who he follows on Instagram - it's a comment, not a point of contention. I didn't implied you or anyone else don't know. I'm not sure why that rub you the wrong way but please dont take it the wrong way. 

On JY tuning up at ZZ's concert in Seoul - I would have to stand by what I said. I wasn't trying to burst anyone's bubbles,  but rather merely pointing out the chances are low, given the current climate and situation. Best to look forward to other things at this point.

Peace. 

[unicornsoup]

Dorky ZZ 

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[mrsaturn]

I just watched some part of zz live stream...  And it is very obvious that he couldn't stand the host... It was very awkward.... But zz was nice enough to do what the host requested

[lielee]

Got back like 2 hours ago and I feel like riding a roller-coster reading today's posts (sad cuz what happened to Zhou then happy about Yu's liked pic and all the cpfs comments).

How long will Yu be away? Zhou with the so-obvious t-shirt. I'm saving that runway pics for future use. That Dior and Gucci gifts haven't show up yet.

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I know 0 to none Chinese and no other sns except Twitter (my other life before this) plus I'm a lazy bum with 'eh~' internet connection and seeing all the contributors posting about what is happening around YuZhou made me feel like I need to contribute something too but I couldn't because the above reasons. And I can't change those to make sure that my 1st life stay as my main life (like some senpais that had to stay away from this to focus on their 1st life) while still living the other 2 (my 2nd has become the 3rd life now. Addicted is 2nd).

So I just want to say thank you to you guys (you know who you guys are, and our founder) for providing me with everything YuZhou that I would never know if I have to find it myself.  and  for everyone!

 

Zhou's Beijing fanmeet

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I really thought it would have a page about it but it's just the editor (I guess) talked unofficially about it with other ramblings. Not even a proper small column. Maybe Bangkok (Seoul is still far) will be different.

 

 

Going to scrapbook.

 

[unicornsoup]

I'm still trying to wrap my mind around how this works and what it suppose to mean when both are online. 

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The OP implied they are calling each other.  The first purple heart is ZZ. The second and third is JY work studio. 

[unicornsoup]

18 minutes ago, mrsaturn said:

I just watched some part of zz live stream...  And it is very obvious that he couldn't stand the host... It was very awkward.... But zz was nice enough to do what the host requested

 

ZZ looks rather uncomfortable like you said. But he is always very nice and polite. I adore him so. I hope good things come to him soon!! 

[mrsaturn]

Ah need a clear image of that newspaper article as i want to read what they wrote especially there's jy too!

Anyway now that I rethink the CCTV incident... i think it's quite normal for singer's performance (especially the new ones) not airing in the show.. in fact the trailer didnt said that zz performance will be aired, they just say "who will be on the stage". I guess the fans reacted strongly because of the ban previously which resulted in us thinking that it is the ban/unjust treatment again. As for the CCTV15, either there's some miscommunication or the person posted by mistake (still it is a bit unprofessional especially rumors might spread around that there is sth going on and resulting in other station dont dare to invite zz to their show).

[sandown]

On 18.6.2016 at 11:00 AM, Franz Grant said:

@liesl and others

Things have again turned worse, it is still morning here.

I will make this brief.

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I don't want to dissect real people as well. I second what you wrote. And my remarks were a little sarcastic. But we all have different backgrounds. Male, female, younger, older, gay, straight. Living in Western Europe I know how it feels and what it is still like if you love another man and want to live a normal and happy life together. It is still not easy.

JY is a honest man. But since the awards he has changed. They were forced to take decissions then. Now he acts according to his inner state. He talks and acts like a straight man and with some inner distance to all things that happended. He has walked on. Read the translation from his show. He didn't forget or deny. But he deleted everything that could raise rumours, he talks about a series and his actor colleagues, no names , where he learned to act and now he wants to become better. There is no current relationship, he is in good terms with his family. It all sounds realistic and a little detached. But it is his inner truth now. He has contacts to a lot of influencial people now, who seem to support him and there are a lot of plans for him. But the price is no Timmy and nothing Addicted. And he has come to terms with this.

With Timmy things are different. He signed with a company that produced the series. He still wants to perform all the songs Addicted related. He has a lot of CP fans. People who are backing him up in the business are few. His inner state is also different. He seemed much more affected. He is on his way back to normal. But he lost his smile, a lot of weight, went into protest mode and hyperactivity and showed a new side of him  which I never saw before. Look how sweet, soft and loving he can be now (sadly only now when playing with cats). Songs he is performing now and talking about are all breakup related. To me he seems to be lonely. It is possible that old memories came back after another separation. To me he broke up after a long struggle. He didn't see a future.

 

 

Let us give ZZ a big group hug!!

 

@Franz Grant : Are you refering to the "Full translation for Youku All Star Full version - 75mins" izziehudson posted?

Tari Tari said: " What's the difference between JY and ZZ? Why did fans, government, tv, etc, treat ZZ worse? He did nothing wrong." I don´t really know but I have two theories:

1. JY markets himself much better than ZZ is marketed and JY is more experienced. If JY stands in front of an audience, during interviews and photoshoots he always seems to be very relaxed, calm and confident. And because being a model before he knows very well which postures and looks the photographers, the situations and the fans expect. And he delivers that. Looking at JY in all these situations he apperars to be authentic on an unconscious level. His personality, his appearance and his image fit together. Quite contrary is ZZ. If one compares pictures of him before and during filming addicted with current ones. I think there is a difference. Before he was a kind of rocker, more manly, a typical young man etc. and now often  he is the supercute kitten people like to call "wifey" and often he appears to be not as confident as JY is. In one of the first pages of this thread someone wrote "ZZ could be both seme or uke". I agree with that. But would anybody still say so today? While I am thinking JY is authentic I don´t think that ZZs image currently is. Because personality, appearance and image are not really matching together with him at the moment this creates a certain insecurity for him and makes him appear a bit weak. Don´t misunderstand me. I really like ZZ and it angers me if people call him wifey. It is the job of his managment to create an image that fits with him. 

2. Now its going to be difficult and I hope I wont create misunderstandings. Traditionally men are percieved to be active and giving and women being passive and receiving. This gets problematic with same sex relationships. Some people have the prejudice that being same sex orientated and being the top/active part is more manly than being the passive / bottom part in that relationship.  With JY being pretty manly and appearing to be dominating its clear what people probably think ZZs part is in that rumored homosexual relationship. This gets more problematic in a homophobic society if a man is perceived to be the passive (female) part in that homosexual relationship. I would not be surprised if thats one of the reasons why ZZ is treated worse than JY. Even the fans call him wifey! What do you think what other people might call him who are not even fans?

Same sex means husband + husband! Especially between men both roles are possible. Same sex doesn´t mean husband and wifey. And by looking at the older ZZ pictures its so obvious: Maybe he is in love with a guy. But he is not a wife! He is a man!

 

[unicornsoup]

21 minutes ago, sandown said:

Same sex means husband + husband! Especially between men both roles are possible. Same sex doesn´t mean husband and wifey. And by looking at the older ZZ pictures its so obvious: Maybe he is in love with a guy. But he is not a wife! He is a man! 

 

 

Concur!!  I wish the fans stop feminising him. He is a man and identifies himself as one. Calling him wifey when he doesn't identify himself as a woman is incredibly awkward for him and can typecast him negatively. 

[mrsaturn]

22 minutes ago, KKmegan said:

I'm still trying to wrap my mind around how this works and what it suppose to mean when both are online. 

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The OP implied they are calling each other.  The first purple heart is ZZ. The second and third is JY work studio. 

Apparently fans are saying there's some bug issue with the stalking app. It is said that if you login to your weibo and call someone, the app will show you online. There was one incident where jy got off from plane and was calling someone and the app showed both jy and zz online on weibo. But no proof yet however the coincidence is too high

[kmmyzz]

ZZ, you're so transparent  He read another message with JY's name being mentioned (but not the rest!)

Not sure what he meant, from KR translation, OP asked "If I screamed Huang Jing Yu, will you answer me (emoticon)"

but this could be a mistranslation because CHN -> KR -> ENG 

Sorry for no credit as I got this from twitter but this picture is due to the OP herself!

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@Scandani @ximichem and @gashupingo for better translation hehe love you 

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@sohocomo auntie ohh auntie, how did you I am lacking sugar these days? Thank you for tagging me, am now reading while fanning self. Must calm down, must!

Random gif for beloved auntie (gotta bring back the gold, ay?)

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A big round of applause for @lielee's answer! A d*ck is called cucumber in the novel but it's literally not a cucumber, same as ZZ is called wifey but he's not a woman nor that fans intend to see him as a woman. We can call both of them hubby, yes of course, but how to differentiate them then? Hubby A and hubby B? Taller hubby and shorter hubby? Singer hubby and model hubby?

[sohocomo]

Whew!!!   Finally!! (It's been a really long week)

Tagging:  @aeislaeigh  @bearology  @talesinindigo  @Scandani - all of you share the blame here  

  @ximichem @kmmyzz @gayyoxx - just because

Personal opinion side note/disclaimer:

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The most effective sex toy in the world...is the human mind!

 

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JingYu squirmed, the plastic sheet under him sticking to his skin. Skin made tacky by a thin sheen of nervous perspiration that had broken out all over his body. What had he gotten himself into? What had he agreed to exactly? His ears strained to hear...anything. His eyelids fluttered rapidly, but his sight was only darkness, the blindfold WeiZhou had tied around his head blocking out all light. JingYu tried to bend his arms, relieve some of the pressure on his shoulders. The rope around his wrists dug into his skin, though, as it strained against the knot WeiZhou had tied around the leg of the sofa. JingYu knew WeiZhou was nearby. He could feel the presence on his skin, even if there was no physical touch to confirm it. When warm, whisping breath blew on his ear, accompanied by the soft rustle of fingers on his hair, JingYu shivered, his senses concentrated by those denied.

"JingYu, do you trust me?"

The nervousness JingYu had initially felt had lessened with WeiZhou’s presence near him and all but disappeared when a warm hand rested on his cheek, a thumb slowly tracing the edge of the blindfold, back and forth. JingYu licked his lips, his tongue drawing his bottom lip between his teeth, as he nodded his head ever so slightly.

“I trust you.”

JingYu’s voice was thick and gravelly as he answered, his throat suddenly tightening under the emotional pressure. It had been his suggestion for WeiZhou to tie him after all. They had both hinted at the idea previously. Their relationship was one of such equality, the simple idea of one of them being completely in control of the other was intriguing to say the least. So JingYu had offered himself up, curious as to what WeiZhou would do, and how he himself would react.

The blindfold was a different story, though. This was such a complete deprivation, not being able to see WeiZhou’s face, look into WeiZhou’s eyes. How was JingYu to know WeiZhou’s emotions, thoughts, reactions if he couldn’t see them? JingYu had tried to protest when WeiZhou first drew the cloth around his head. The last thing JingYu saw before it was pulled over his eyes was WeiZhou’s lips, tongue flicking at the corner, hovering above his face. That image now stayed imprinted on the screen of darkness behind the blindfold.

JingYu whimpered a small protest when WeiZhou’s touch disappeared from his face. The whimper turned into a moan, though, as he felt WeiZhou’s leg against his ribcage, and WeiZhou’s hands frame his head.

“You have to trust me, JingYu. Not because you don’t have a choice. But because I need you to. I need you to trust me. No matter what happens, no matter what I do, you have to trust me. Completely.”

JingYu noted a hint, just a hint, of annoyance in WeiZhou’s voice. If he had thought WeiZhou would use this opportunity with a sense of trepidation or uncertainty, he realized at this moment how wrong he was. And this gave him strength for some reason. Knowing that WeiZhou was certain, made him certain. This time his voice left his throat clear and strong.

“I trust you, Zhou.”

WeiZhou responded by pressing his lips to JingYu’s, his tongue breaking through to taste along teeth and gum, before pushing further to take in all of JingYu’s flavor. Unable to use his hands to pull WeiZhou to him, JingYu put all of his effort into his mouth, trying to force himself closer with his lips and tongue. He was so focused on their kiss, it wasn’t until WeiZhou pulled away that JingYu realized there was now something in his ears. He could only faintly hear WeiZhou saying “trust me” before music blocked out all other sounds. The unfamiliar song filled his head with a slow, sliding rhythm, punctuated by heavy throbs of bass and percussion. He could only make out a few words of the English lyrics, but that didn’t matter. Even if he didn’t understand a single word, the song was still sensual, seductive, the suggestive intent obvious in the singer’s voice, breathy one moment, growling the next.

JingYu felt he was slipping into a murky bog, unsure of what lay under the surface but powerless to pull himself free from the mire. Unable to move, unable to see, now unable to hear, JingYu’s body had gradually compensated for each lost sense. So much so, that he actually felt a stab of pain, as though a thin layer of his skin was ripped off, when WeiZhou moved his leg away from where it had rested against JingYu’s side. As WeiZhou’s presence completely vanished from JingYu’s perception, panic began to creep through his cells. He knew WeiZhou was still in the room, that WeiZhou had certainly not abandoned him in his current state, but his body would not listen to his mind’s reasoning and strained to re-establish some sense of connection to its partner. JingYu squirmed and shifted and kicked, his hands gripping the rope above his head. Beads of sweat began running down his face, pooling on his abdomen, as he fought to contain his emotions. If only he could see where WeiZhou was, what he was doing, what kind of light was in his eyes at that moment.

JingYu battled himself through song after song filling his hearing, countless minutes of struggle filled isolation. His emotional assurance finally beat his physical desperation, leaving him spent and weary. Through all of this he had not uttered a sound, but now, as his skin began to tingle with anticipation of a perceived presence, he called out.

“ZhouZhou?”

His voice sounded distant with the music still filling his ears. He couldn’t even be sure if he had whispered or shouted. The sudden pressure of a hand on his chest made him flinch, the unexpected physical contact shocking his nerves and drawing the breath out of his lungs. Just as quickly as it had appeared, the hand on his skin vanished, causing a whimper to escape JingYu’s lips at the empty feeling that was left. There was a long pause of nothingness before JingYu’s leg kicked instinctively as a feather light touch of a finger traced along the inside of his knee. He shook when fingers pinched and then lips flitted over the sensitive skin of the underside of his arm, from the crook of his elbow toward the back of his shoulder. And then a thumb circling over a nipple with increasing pressure. And then a hand gripping the muscle along the inside of his thigh. And then a tongue, hot and firm, tracing around his navel, teeth nipping into the skin on his stomach.

With each new touch, each new sensation crawling through his skin, JingYu gasped and whimpered and moaned. Unsure of what to expect next, of where and how WeiZhou would touch him next, JingYu became so disoriented that the feel of WeiZhou’s mouth opening over his toes registered a bit higher up in JingYu’s body, his hips rocking of their own accord in search of the pleasure he felt. He could not see or hear, but JingYu felt WeiZhou chuckling against his foot, the staccato of warm air rolling along his muscles, relaxing him even as his skin grew tighter around him.

WeiZhou sat up, grinning slightly as JingYu moaned with his disappearance. Sitting on his knees, WeiZhou simply stared at JingYu, just as he had done earlier during that long time of isolation. This was why he had suddenly decided to blindfold JingYu. If they had been able to see each other, to look into each other’s eyes, WeiZhou would have been unable to do this. For him, this was not so much about testing JingYu’s limits, but more so his own. How far could he push himself in pushing the man he loved? How much did he trust himself in accepting the trust JingYu gave him? WeiZhou exhaled deeply as he leaned his head to JingYu’s chest, resting his ear over the rapidly beating muscle inside that cavity. His head lifted and fell with the heavy breaths that then blew over his hair, sending it tickling across his forehead. WeiZhou reached a finger to trace over JingYu’s lips, a soothing touch for himself as well as JingYu.

It was WeiZhou’s turn to be caught by surprise, though, when JingYu pursed his lips around WeiZhou’s finger, sucking it into his mouth, where his tongue wrapped and circled, encasing the only part of WeiZhou he could touch in wet heat. The shiver that ran through WeiZhou’s limbs was mirrored in JingYu, each man finding their own delight in the intimate contact between mouth and digit. The voluntary act by Jingyu breathed life into WeiZhou’s faltering resolve. He sat up, forced another finger between JingYu’s lips, pressed down on JingYu’s tongue, before pulling his hand away slowly. The long withdrawal of his fingers pulled saliva with them, which gathered at the corner of JingYu’s mouth. WeiZhou leaned down again, this time to catch the stream from JingYu’s lips with the tip of his tongue. Having felt WeiZhou’s breath mingling with his own, JingYu opened his mouth wide, a groan squeezing from his throat, as his tongue lapped against air searching for WeiZhou. He groaned again when his search continued in vain, but continue he did. Even after silence came over him, the earbuds pulled from his ears and tossed aside, JingYu could still feel WeiZhou’s breath on his lips and so kept reaching for him with the only part of his body he could.

“God, JingYu, do you want me to kiss you that much? Wagging your tongue in the air like a dog, are you that desperate to taste me?”

JingYu trembled, not because of the words WeiZhou used, but the tone in which they were said. The voice deep, lustful, tinged with excitement and condescension. JingYu did not think his blood could boil through his veins any more, but boil it did, raging through him with fire and fury.

“ZhouZhou,” he begged, over and over, his tongue reaching out between every word, “Zhou, Zhou, ZhouZhou.”

“Stick your tongue out. Don’t move it.”

JingYu complied instantly, WeiZhou’s hand gripping his chin to keep it still. Instead of WeiZhou’s mouth on his, JingYu felt the strong breeze of WeiZhou’s breath fill his open orifice. Fighting to hold still, JingYu couldn’t fight the groan that began from the soles of his feet and escaped past the barrier of WeiZhou’s breath. Fighting to hold still, JingYu felt the inside of his mouth and surface of his tongue becoming uncomfortably dry. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep his mouth open. If WeiZhou wasn’t going to kiss him, if he wouldn’t give him at least that much, why should he continue to torture himself?

JingYu nearly sobbed when the tip of WeiZhou’s tongue began to slide back and forth, zigzagging across the surface of JingYu’s, leaving behind a heavy trail of moisture that slid towards his throat. When he reached the tip, WeiZhou pursed his lips around the point, gently sucking at it, a large bubble of wetness remaining to flow downward as he pulled himself away. JingYu lay still, the taste of WeiZhou creeping over his taste buds, before pulling his tongue back, using that taste to moisten the dryness within. It was as though his entire body filled with that taste WeiZhou left behind, consoling JingYu when he again felt WeiZhou’s presence leave him.

“Don’t stop saying my name, JingYu.”

JingYu moaned at the soft tracing of a fingernail along his jaw.

“The way you say my name sounds like you want me so much you’re willing to beg. Is that it, JingYu? Are you willing to beg for me?”

WeiZhou’s name was barely able to pass through JingYu’s lips as all air clenched in his lungs with WeiZhou’s tongue licking at his neck suddenly. JingYu swallowed hard, tried again, but this time the sound stopped in his throat when WeiZhou pulled at his Adam’s apple with his mouth.

“Try harder, JingYu. Say my name. Beg for me. Beg for me to touch you, and I’ll show you how much it means to me.”

JingYu began to struggle, his legs pushing and flailing to move his body this way and that. He could sense WeiZhou over him, but could only search to connect to him.

“ZhouZhou, please. Where are you?”

“Say it, JingYu. Tell me what you want.”

JingYu grunted as he continued to stretch and strain to find WeiZhou, his desires fueling his desperation.

“You,” he nearly shouted. “ZhouZhou, please, just touch me. Zhou.”

“Where? How?”

Jingyu groaned at being asked another question. He truly believed he would lose his mind if this continued much longer.

“Anywhere! Everywhere!” JingYu’s voice grew increasingly louder, even as it became more and more strained. “Damn it, Zhou. I can’t see you! At least let me feel you. Please!! ZhouZhou!!”

JingYu gasped when WeiZhou’s voice landed directly on his ear, soft and teasing.

“You mean, like this?”

WeiZhou must have been directly over him, straddling him, for the next moment JingYu felt something strike against the pit of his stomach. Unbelievably hot, incredibly rigid, WeiZhou’s moan as heavy and drawn out as the object that dragged across JingYu’s waist, the movement of air in the room highlighting the thin line of moisture left in its wake. WeiZhou’s voice drifted from above JingYu, thick and raspy with uncontrolled suppression.

“That’s what you do to me, JingYu. Just you saying my name, does that.”

JingYu growled and began thrashing about. Sense and reason was flushed from him by the all too brief intimate touch. An otherworldly voice emerged from his lips, begging, demanding, crying, WeiZhou’s name a constant chant.

WeiZhou stared down upon the out of control being beneath him, his arms and legs beginning to tremble with the effort to hold himself above JingYu. He had begun to weaken, not because of weariness, but more so because of wariness. He pushed himself up to stand over JingYu again, his legs spread wide on either side of the struggling man below. How far was he willing to push JingYu? And himself? He felt guilt at causing JingYu to lose himself like this, to struggle and fight and hurt for a single touch. But WeiZhou also experienced immense pleasure knowing that it was because of him. Because of JingYu’s desire, JingYu’s need, for him. If WeiZhou ever witnessed someone causing JingYu to be in pain for any reason, any reason at all, WeiZhou would go so far as to fight them to the death. When he was the source of the pain, though...WeiZhou thrilled, and ached, at this. This internal clash left him speechless and immobile, until, finally, witnessing JingYu’s desperation took his breath away with an aching grip around his chest.

WeiZhou allowed his knees to buckle, his hands slamming to the floor near JingYu’s head, his body covering JingYu’s in one, swift movement. JingYu shrieked and his body began to convulse beneath WeiZhou. It was too much at once.  His frantic emotional state compounded by the long periods of physical isolation had excited his nerves to the extent that one small touch, one finger even teasing the hair on his head, would have been like a match thrown into a can of gasoline. The entire warmth and weight of WeiZhou against him so suddenly was an atomic bomb.

WeiZhou was momentarily frightened at the force of JingYu’s reaction, feeling himself lifted into the air with each crash of limbs against the floor. There was a loud scraping sound as the pulling of the rope around the sofa leg moved the heavy piece of furniture closer to them. WeiZhou’s fear was replaced by a delighted intrigue as a warm ooze on his thigh and *ss registered its existence. WeiZhou smiled when he realized what was happening against him. He had purposely angled his descent so as not to make contact with JingYu’s engorged flesh for this exact reason. Caressing JingYu’s cheek, he cooed gently, doing what he could to calm and soothe. Pressing his lips against JingYu’s forehead, WeiZhou felt the body under him begin to still, small spasms occasionally shaking into him. JingYu still called WeiZhou’s name, over and over and over, but now weak and whispery, the effort to shape his lips almost too much for him in the wake of his body’s detonation.

“Shh, shh,” WeiZhou breathed against JingYu’s lips. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m right here.”

He continued to stroke and soothe, his fingers running through JingYu’s hair, cradling his jaw. JingYu’s panting breaths bathed his face in warmth and the innermost scent that was explicitly JingYu. WeiZhou cautiously lowered his face further, hesitantly taking those breaths into himself, afraid at how JingYu might react to the feel of WeiZhou’s mouth fully against his. To WeiZhou’s relief, JingYu only moaned and raised his head to deepen the contact. Lips and tongues forced themselves together through the thin barrier of saliva thickened and sticky from exertion and effort. WeiZhou’s moan joined JingYu’s as he realized how much depriving JingYu had excited him.

JingYu squirmed against WeiZhou, his body still yearning for more touch and connection to heal the raw burning in his nerves. At this moment, if he could have climbed into and covered himself in WeiZhou, it would not be enough to satisfy his longing. He continued to strain to feel more of the man who lay atop him.

“What is it, JingYu? Tell me. What do you want?” The words spoken into JingYu’s neck sent tingling sensations throughout his skin.

“Zhou, the blindfold.” JingYu groaned, the pressure of WeiZhou moving against him sliding towards his hips. “I need to see you.”

WeiZhou’s scoff hit JingYu like knives. “Not yet,” was all he said, his feet sliding against JingYu’s legs, urging for them to spread, as his body continued its descent. A groan ripped through JingYu as the friction of WeiZhou against him highlighted the fact that his orgasm had done nothing to quench his sensitivity and desire. WeiZhou noticed this as well, slowing his movements, grinding his hips into JingYu with a deliberate intensity. WeiZhou suddenly caught JingYu’s head and kissed him with a force that echoed the movements of his pelvis. JingYu began to struggle against the rope that bound his hands above his head, the need to hold WeiZhou in his arms so powerful the blindfold over his eyes began to grow damp against his skin.

When WeiZhou pulled his lips from JingYu’s, they both gasped and struggled to maintain themselves. JingYu’s control over his senses began to slip away again when WeiZhou continued the slide against him. Every sensitivity that had been escalated by the lack of WeiZhou’s touch was now regenerated in JingYu with his touch. As WeiZhou slid his body to a rest between JingYu’s legs, JingYu began calling out his name again. His thighs squeezed WeiZhou’s shoulders, his feet attempted a caressing touch on WeiZhou’s legs and hips. He still couldn’t see. He didn’t know what WeiZhou would do to him next. How long it would take before WeiZhou chose to end his torture.

The sudden feel of WeiZhou’s teeth on his thigh sent JingYu into spasms. With each nibble and bite, WeiZhou chewed his way toward the juncture of leg and torso, his mouth latching onto the smooth skin in the crease, coarse hairs tickling at the edge of his lip. JingYu writhed and groaned, the close proximity to his most sensitive skin an aggressive and painful tease. WeiZhou suddenly raised his head and ran a finger over the spot where his mouth had been.

“Now that’s a love bite,” an obvious tone of self-satisfactory glee in those words.

JingYu grunted as the skin above his other leg was subjected to the same treatment. Lips, teeth, tongue all pulling and marking him. They always tried to be careful not to leave obvious signs of their passionate moments. Even if they did not have the careers they did, neither man was so bold as to want to walk around with questionable scratches or bruising. In this spot, though, on this patch of skin, WeiZhou made the effort to mark JingYu as his. Even though no one else would ever see it. He, and JingYu, would know it was there.

Sensing WeiZhou suddenly sitting up, JingYu instinctively pressed his legs together to maintain contact, a sudden fear gripping him that WeiZhou would again disappear from his presence. WeiZhou chuckled and ran his hand back and forth over JingYu’s thigh.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

JingYu let out a shaky sigh, slightly embarrassed that his panic was so noticeable.

“Zhou,” his voice was hoarse and shaky, “Zhou, let me see you. I can’t...I can’t take this anymore.”

“Soon” was the only answer, causing a grumble in JingYu’s chest. He buried his face against his arm trying to hide his exasperation. At that moment an idea struck him. JingYu began to rub his face on his arm. Perhaps, if he angled and maneuvered just right, he could dislodge the blindfold from over his eyes. JingYu yelped as a sharp slap on his leg ended his efforts.

“I said soon.”

He was prepared to protest, ready to argue and complain, until he felt WeiZhou stretching onto his stomach between his legs again, hands coaxing on JingYu’s thighs to open and bend. The soft breeze of WeiZhou’s breath told JingYu where he faced. JingYu stopped breathing in anticipation. But still he waited. WeiZhou did not move for many long moments. Finally JingYu had to gasp for air.

At that exact moment, WeiZhou forced JingYu to open to him, causing a shuddering cascade of sensation through JingYu’s limbs. Teeth again attacked JingYu’s thigh, distracting him from the pressure WeiZhou’s hand motions were building inside of him. It had been quite some time since JingYu had been in this position. He tried to force himself to relax, even as WeiZhou’s mouth chewed closer to his center, and ignited the fire of sensitivity in his nerves yet again. JingYu struggled to remain calm, but still lost in the mire of not being able to see or touch WeiZhou, he soon balanced on the edge of overload.

In one smooth dual motion, WeiZhou sucked JingYu’s sex into his mouth as he forced a second finger beside the first. The doubled intensity unleashed itself through JingYu’s lungs with a howl that shook the very air in the room. JingYu’s panting breaths took the shape of WeiZhou’s name as he fought for his sanity. His head began to roll back and forth between his upstretched arms, as WeiZhou buried his face against JingYu while his fingers continued to push and spread inside of him. Everything merged into one sense of stimulation that JingYu could not, and would not, try to divide. Unable to move his arms to push at WeiZhou, JingYu could only call out to him, but he had already pulled his mouth away knowingly. JingYu lost the fight to keep his wits in that moment, his body bucking against the force that overtook him.

Without giving JingYu time for his sanity to return, WeiZhou grabbed JingYu’s leg and pulled it straight against his own head. The soft, abstract patterns WeiZhou’s lips created on the back of JingYu’s knee drew a sigh from the wasted man. The last cascade of pleasure that rolled through JingYu masked the movement of WeiZhou’s hand forcing his leg wide. JingYu’s gasp and groan mirrored the sharp push then slow slide of WeiZhou into him. WeiZhou kept still for a moment, taking the time to fully appreciate the feeling of being surrounded inside of JingYu, surrounded in heat and desire and lust.

When WeiZhou began to pull himself back, the movement also pulled his name from JingYu’s lips. WeiZhou shivered under the combined sensation and emotion JingYu’s body and voice stirred in him. Whatever self control he had exhibited up to this point vanished at that moment with JingYu saying his name. WeiZhou threw himself into JingYu over and over, each movement within JingYu punctuated by his name from JingYu’s mouth.

Choking sobs began to replace the chant of “Zhou, Zhou, Zhou” as JingYu’s body and soul reached their limit. He began to thrash under WeiZhou, his body unwilling to withstand another tide of fire along his nerves, while his heart and soul cried out for more than just physical pleasure. JingYu barely recognized the moment WeiZhou’s lips crashed against his. If not for hearing the words, “JingYu, look at me,” he would not have realized that he no longer wore the blindfold. Blinking rapidly to clear his vision, JingYu looked upon WeiZhou’s face, and instantly came with a force that brought WeiZhou into insanity with him.

It took some time for both men to recover their senses. WeiZhou carefully reached above JingYu’s head to work loose the knot in the rope that had bound him. Once free, JingYu groaned at the protest of movement from his shoulders, but forced himself to ignore it, finally able to touch WeiZhou again. JingYu’s sudden roll, trapping WeiZhou beneath him, surprised both of them. JingYu spent countless minutes simply staring at WeiZhou, his hands caressing every inch they could reach, delighting in regaining the abilities denied to him for that small amount of time. For this moment, JingYu simply wanted to see and feel.

“I’m guessing you’re okay.” WeiZhou finally asked amidst the silence.

JingYu only nodded before placing a kiss on WeiZhou’s forehead.

“Anything you want to say or tell me or anything?”

JingYu held WeiZhou’s gaze with his as he dropped his lips to slowly and steadily revive himself on the kiss of this man who meant more than anything in the world. A smile played across his lips when he finally answered WeiZhou’s question.

“How do you want to prove you trust me?”

 

 

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The translation is correct. The OP asked if I shout Huang Jingyu, do you dare to reply?

Apparently many fans messaged zz with jy name. In fact many fans messaged zz that jy liked the girl photo on instagram and zz read it!