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Dr. Jiang Yexue doesn’t take patients, but Murong Chuyi is an exception.
He’s the only person Jiang Yexue will set time aside for among his busy schedule teaching medical students at the university—the only one he’ll sit down with and talk through a check-up. He does this because he knows Murong Chuyi will never open himself up to another person, and would never trust another doctor, and for that, Murong Chuyi is eternally grateful.
Murong Chuyi has a reputation. He isn’t really sure where or when it began, but before anyone even meets him, they already know that Murong Chuyi is heartless. Murong Chuyi is tactless. Murong Chuyi will not consider your feelings, or treat you with respect, or be kind to you. He has long since stopped trying to clear himself of this misconception and instead keeps to himself. Murong Chuyi arrives at work daily, quietly and efficiently completes his tasks, and returns home every day. Opening himself up to a stranger to discuss personal health problems is impossible for him.
Luckily, Jiang Yexue has known him since they were children, since before they even knew they were half-brothers, and the rumors of his unpleasant nature are worthless to him. So of course, when Murong Chuyi’s problems begin, he takes them to Jiang Yexue.
Since a little over a year ago, Murong Chuyi has been dealing with an embarrassing issue. Every few days, he’s suddenly overtaken by intense and almost painful arousal.
The first time, he does his best to ignore it. The second time, he takes himself into his hand in an attempt at finding relief. The third time, after finishing into his hand twice and reaching a trembling, experimental finger behind him, he finally musters up the courage to pay Jiang Yexue a visit.
It takes him a while to explain his problem to Jiang Yexue.
The whole thing is mortifying. He can’t look his little nephew in the eyes when he finally spits the words out, face burning with shame. But then, Jiang Yexue gently and kindly takes his hand and smiles at him, telling him it’s alright, there is nothing to be ashamed of, I’ll do what I can to help. And Murong Chuyi wonders why he was so afraid to open up to his brother in the first place.
Later that same day, Jiang Yexue gives Murong Chuyi an unlabeled bottle, telling him that inside is a custom-formulated medicine that might be able to help alleviate his symptoms. He simply has to take it nightly, and report any symptoms or observations back to Jiang Yexue to help him improve the formula.
For a while, it works. Murong Chuyi nearly makes it two weeks without another incident.
When the first wave of arousal hits him as he walks home from his office late one night though, he nearly cries. He isn’t sure how he makes it home, just that the next thing he knows, he’s sobbing into his pillow as he seeks relief.
He tells Jiang Yexue as much, emphasizing that he can’t remember a significant part of the night—his memory really is fragmented, and the parts that he does remember are so shameless he can’t bring himself to speak them aloud.
Jiang Yexue adjusts the formula as best as he can, but leaves Murong Chuyi with one more suggestion: set up cameras in his room so that if his memory ever fails him again, he can watch the recordings to help him describe the incident to Jiang Yexue.
Once again, the new formula works up until it doesn’t. This time, it takes almost three weeks. Murong Chuyi plays the video recording on his laptop, face furiously red, as he takes note to report back to Jiang Yexue. He adjusts the formula again.
This cycle continues for over a year. Jiang Yexue assures Murong Chuyi that he is doing his best to find the right formula to cure him, and at times, it really seems like progress is being made.
The longest stretch Murong Chuyi goes without an incident is nearly six blessedly calm weeks. It nearly shatters him when his body begins to burn with a horribly familiar heat after that reprieve.
Each time, Jiang Yexue listens to Murong Chuyi recount his symptoms and adjusts his formula without a word of complaint. Murong Chuyi can see when faint shadows start to appear under his eyes toward the end of the semester, and yet, his brother never once mentions his doubtlessly heavy workload.
No one else would do this much for Murong Chuyi.
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Jiang Yexue twists the cap closed on his latest custom-formulated drug for Murong Chuyi. His brother accepts it with thanks, looking vaguely guilty. Jiang Yexue only smiles at him in a way that he knows deepens the dark shadows forming under his eyes. Murong Chuyi wishes him luck on the upcoming final exam season, reminds him not to work himself too hard, and excuses himself from his home.
The shadows aren’t from course preparation.
He has perfectly capable teaching assistants to handle the exam review and tutoring sessions. No, his recent sleepless nights are the result of working out the final touches to this latest iteration of Murong Chuyi’s “medicine.” The one that will be the beginning of the end to his years-long plan to take Chuyi for himself and himself alone.
At the start, Jiang Yexue’s plans weren’t so detailed. He would simply do whatever he could to keep anyone away from his uncle. His Chuyi. He would impersonate Murong Chuyi on social media, drive away anyone who dared approach him, and quietly encourage the rumors that began to spread.
Anything to keep Murong Chuyi to himself.
The pair was always so close, it was a surprise to many when Jiang Yexue decided to pursue chemistry and medicine instead of following Murong Chuyi into engineering. Murong Chuyi had looked so proud of him the day he earned his medical degree. If only he had known the reason that Jiang Yexue was even interested in medicine at all.
There are no magical love potions in this world. No spells he can cast, no demons he can bargain with, no way for him to peel open Murong Chuyi’s heart and bury a piece of himself inside it. So, as a teen, his cursor hovering over a few checkboxes that would determine the course of his education and the rest of his life, Jiang Yexue thought of Murong Chuyi.
There are no magical love potions, but there are medicines, drugs, and various substances that can alter the mind and body. He cannot cast a spell and inspire blind obedience, but he can use the prestige of a medical degree to write a prescription and offer suggestions on how one may live a healthier lifestyle. He can’t leave a piece of himself in Murong Chuyi’s heart—not without severe risks that he isn’t willing to take with his dear brother—but he can put something else inside him.
The drugs are the result of years of work. He spent every minute that he wasn’t working on his official research projects developing something that he could use to drive Murong Chuyi into his arms—and in the end, it was indeed his arms that Murong Chuyi ran to.
Murong Chuyi has no one else he can turn to. Jiang Yexue has made sure of that. Just for a little added security, however, Jiang Yexue still makes sure to include a few drops of his own blood into each batch of medicine that he makes.
He made sure to test it thoroughly before slipping the first dose into Murong Chuyi’s drink over dinner one night, of course. Several lab mice and rabbits mysteriously passed before they were able to be used in the experiments that they were officially scheduled for. And if some of his assistants fell terribly ill on occasion…well, students always tend to overwork themselves during exam weeks.
That first dose was a small amount, just enough for Jiang Yexue to monitor Murong Chuyi’s response. Each person is unique, after all, and Jiang Yexue had to make sure everything was perfect. Slowly, he raised the dose until they finally had an effect.
Of course, Murong Chuyi wouldn’t dare to come forward after just one incident. It’s a fact that pains Jiang Yexue to this day, but that will be a problem for another time. He will teach Murong Chuyi that he can come to his little brother for anything.
Three times. Murong Chuyi recounts the first three times that he fell victim to the effects of Jiang Yexue’s medicines. Jiang Yexue listens attentively, asks a few clarifying questions, and comforts his poor brother. He hands Murong Chuyi the next dose of the drug, telling him to take it regularly to stave off the symptoms of whatever ailment is plaguing him.
At night, Jiang Yexue closes his eyes and lets the memory of Murong Chuyi stiffly and shamefully recounting his actions blanket him and lull him into a deep, restful sleep.
When the drugs take control of his body the next time, Murong Chuyi returns to Jiang Yexue’s office with barely-restrained tears in his eyes. He struggles to recall what exactly transpired, so Jiang Yexue soothes him, assuring him that he can still formulate a new medicine for him, but it will really help him if Murong Chuyi can give him a more accurate account of the symptoms.
“Perhaps you could install a camera in your room? That way, if you forget, you can play the recording and tell me what you saw.”
Murong Chuyi installs the cameras, and Jiang Yexue has the feed secretly routed to his laptop.
He quickly runs out of storage space for all of the videos, but a new external storage is a small price to pay to see his brother writhe and sob as his body cries out to be touched. It helps keep him sated as he slowly raises the dose of the drugs he continues to place in Murong Chuyi’s hands.
The wait is long, but Jiang Yexue knows it will be worth it. Murong Chuyi will be perfectly prepared for Jiang Yexue and only Jiang Yexue. His blood ensures that. Only his body can quell the searing heat that rages through Murong Chuyi.
Jiang Yexue’s hands almost tremble in excitement as he closes Murong Chuyi’s fingers around the bottle containing the final dose of the drug.
“Here is the new formulation, Chuyi. As usual, take the same amount once at the same time every morning, and remember to call me if anything out of the ordinary starts happening,” he instructs.
Murong Chuyi nods and thanks him, leaving to return to his home. Jiang Yexue does the same. And then he waits.
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Jiang Yexue is awoken by the sound of the ringtone he specifically set for Murong Chuyi blaring through his phone speakers. Murong Chuyi avoids phone calls as much as possible, so Jiang Yexue knows whatever this is, it must be important—it must be serious.
He quickly shakes himself awake and reaches blindly for the phone, letting a relieved breath out when he manages to take the call before it gets sent to voicemail. He brings the phone to his ear and is about to greet Murong Chuyi, when he hears ragged panting followed by a miserable whine on the other end of the phone.
Jiang Yexue is immediately on his toes because it’s finally happening. This must be his plans coming to fruition.
His cock jumps in his pants the more the noises continue, but he manages to recollect himself from the arousal before speaking. “Chuyi, what’s wrong?” he asks, forcing his voice to sound as genuinely confused and concerned as possible.
There’s a pause on the other end of the line, the only sounds he can hear being Murong Chuyi’s staggered breaths before he’s finally able to grit out a response. “I…Jiang Yexue…” he pauses, and Jiang Yexue can’t help secretly smiling on the other end because he knows Murong Chuyi is trying to figure out just how to explain his affliction. “I took my medicine but it stopped working. The…symptoms are back and they’re hitting harder than ever. There is absolutely nothing that can be done to get rid of this thing. I’ve tried everything!” There’s another pause on the line and something that sounds a lot like a frustrated moan before he continues. “I also have a fever and. Um. There’s a new symptom. I am…wet. From behind. I don’t know why.”
Jiang Yexue smiles to himself, knowing exactly why, but he feigns concern the way he’s been doing for oh so long before reassuring Murong Chuyi. “Chuyi, while your affliction isn’t unheard of, this is a rarer symptom. Thankfully, I have seen this before and have a cure in mind…but I don’t think you’ll like it.”
Murong Chuyi’s breath catches audibly in his throat. There’s silence on both ends for a moment, before Murong Chuyi’s worried voice floats through the line again, hitching slightly into a tone close to desperation. “Brother, what do you mean? How could I like it any less than my current affliction? I’ll do anything!”
Jiang Yexue shivers in anticipation. “Anything?” he asks quietly as his heart pounds like a trapped beast in his chest.
Chuyi makes a muffled noise of agreement before responding without skipping a single beat, absolutely sure of himself. “Y–es! Yes! Anything!”
Jiang Yexues cock jumps in his pants with arousal at the confirmation that this is really happening, but he responds with a feigned calmness to his voice. “Chuyi, hold on tight. I’m heading out the door now. Don’t you worry, okay? Brother will be there soon.”
He doesn’t even lock the door on the way out.
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Jiang Yexue drives the 45 minutes to Murong Chuyi’s house in record time, taking only 20 minutes. He peels into the parking lot, not bothering to lock his car door and basically flying into the house.
The scent of hot, stuffy sex surrounds him the moment he opens the door.
He basks in it as he looks around for a moment, trying to remember the last time he’d been invited into Murong Chuyi’s house, thinking that it must be fate that this would be the reason he’d be invited back after so long. He shivers with desire and wonders where Chuyi is, when he suddenly hears muffled whimpers coming from the closed door of the master bedroom.
He follows the sound as it gets louder, until he’s at the foot of the bedroom door. He shuffles his feet outside, taking the sounds in and working up the confidence to step inside because he knows full well what he’s going to find behind the door. The seconds turn to minutes as he hypes himself up, but Murong Chuyi’s pained moans get louder with every passing moment. He can’t afford to wait anymore.
This is it, he thinks, and then he pushes the door open, letting the scent of Murong Chuyi’s heated arousal hit him like a ten ton truck.
The room is dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp on Murong Chuyi’s bedside table. The lamp, however, is placed in a way which makes the light fall on Murong Chuyi beautifully, illuminating his sweaty writhing body with a romantic glow.
Jiang Yexue nearly moans out loud.
Murong Chuyi looks a mess, his skin pink and flushed with visible heat as sweat rolls down his mostly nude body. He’s in nothing but a pair of white, soaked-through briefs that leave almost nothing to the imagination. It makes Jiang Yexue tremble with his own desire as he watches.
His dear sweet brother is so caught up in his heat that he hasn't even noticed Jiang Yexue is there, so Jiang Yexue takes the opportunity to watch as Chuyi writhes desperately on the messy sweaty sheets with a hand in his briefs.
After a while, Jiang Yexue clears his throat to alert his brother that his savior has finally arrived.
Murong Chuyi jumps from the surprise, and he forces a smile out, his expression showing a pained look of genuine thanks when Jiang Yexue speaks. “Chuyi, are you still willing to do anything to cure this affliction?” he asks.
Murong Chuyi is suddenly overtaken with a strange look of caution. A few moments that feel infinite pass before he finally answers. “...yes…” he pauses as Jiang Yexue approaches the bed. “Jiang Yexue??”
“Chuyi,” he starts as he reaches the bed and stands over Murong Chuyi. “We’re brothers, and I hope you know I will never judge you over something like this.” He extends his hand and caresses Murong Chuyi’s face, slowly sliding it down to his neck and collar and applying a bit of pressure. Murong Chuyi shivers. “I only have your best interest at heart today, and I hope that in the future when all is said and done, you’ll be able to see this simply for what it is—a medical learning experience.”
Murong Chuyi’s red rimmed eyes widen as Jiang Yexue’s hand trails lower over his sweat soaked body, coming to rest over his sensitive puffy nipples. “Jiang Yexue??” he asks, and the question ends on a moan as Jiang Yexue pinches one and rolls it between his index finger and thumb.
“If your illness is treated successfully after this, it will prove so many of my theories and research.” He puts a knee up on the bed and brings his other hand towards Murong Chuyi, letting it rest against his hip. “I hate to see you suffer. This will help me know how to adjust your treatment to better suit your needs.”
Murong Chuyi’s eyes widen impossibly further as the realization of what the so-called cure entails hits him. Jiang Yexue can see the visible panic on his face, but he knows that Murong Chuyi’s erection and wet ass show no signs of waning, and he’s not worried about Chuyi saying no.
His thoughts are confirmed when Murong Chuyi’s eyes quickly fall shut as he responds with four short words. “Okay. I trust you.”
It’s more than enough, and Jiang Yexue immediately lets go of all restraint in his hands as he begins to explore his brother’s body the way he’s always wanted to. “Chuyi, brother,” he breathes deeply as his finger gently slides across the crease between his crotch and thigh, rubbing over the delicate skin there. “I realize the fact that we’re related makes this uncomfortable for us, but….I need you to let go and at least pretend.” he says as he slides the hand up to rub over Murong Chuyi’s trembling, wet erection where it lies trapped beneath his briefs.
He presses down lightly over it, and Murong Chuyi moans loudly, unable to control himself. “Let yourself enjoy this Chuyi. Brother will make this as pleasurable as possible for you.” Jiang Yexue breathes, then he uses his other hand to grab Murong Chuyi’s briefs by the elastic band and pull them off in one quick movement, letting his pretty cock spring free so it slaps against his belly.
Jiang Yexue brings the soaked briefs up to his face and inhales the scent deeply, committing it to memory before he pulls them away and tosses them off the bed. He licks his lips and pulls his own clothes off quickly, his sight never leaving Murong Chuyi’s trembling naked body. There’s a large wet spot under his ass, and Jiang Yexue desperately wants to open Chuyi’s legs and gaze upon the part of him that he’s dreamed about for so long. He knows that patience is a virtue though, and he resigns himself to build up to it, not wanting to scare Murong Chuyi too much.
“Brother, I’m going to touch you now. Please don’t fight the pleasure—let yourself enjoy it.” he says, and then he wraps his fingers firmly around Murong Chuyi’s cock.
“AHH!” Murong Chuyi nearly screams. His whole body bucks upward with a sob, and he thrusts into the grip desperately. Jiang Yexue tightens his grip and strokes his thumb over the leaking tip as he readjusts himself so he’s straddling Murong Chuyi’s thighs.
“That’s it baby.” he whispers as he begins to stroke Murong Chuyi’s cock with one hand and his own raging erection with the other. “Chuyi, we're going to heal you. Don’t be afraid.”
Murong Chuyi trembles and Jiang Yexue simply can’t help himself at the sight. He leans forward, angling his body so his cock rubs against Murong Chuyi’s, causing them both to moan loudly. He thrusts his own erection against Chuyi’s slippery wet cock for a moment before maneuvering his hand between their bodies and wrapping it around both their cocks at once.
“JIANG YEXUE PLEASE!” Murong Chuyi screams as he throws his head back. The sound is everything Jiang Yexue has ever wanted and then some. He’d imagined Murong Chuyi’s moans of pleasure for years, wondering what they’d sound like, but he never thought that they’d exceed his wildest fantasies. He has to loosen his hand slightly as he begins to thrust slowly for fear of coming too quick, but Murong Chuyi takes absolutely no notice of his struggle as he succumbs to the pleasure.
He grips tightly at the sheets, his whole body shaking as Jiang Yexue strokes them through it together, and Jiang Yexue can’t help but have a sneaking suspicion that this might actually be the first time Murong Chuyi has ever been touched by another person. He’d spent a lot of time in the past wondering about this, but judging by his reactions, Jiang Yexue is sure that his dear sweet brother is actually a virgin.
The realization sends a violent tremor of desire through him because he’s about to take his brother’s virginity. He bucks up into his fist faster, whole body on fire as Chuyi thrusts into his hand simultaneously, finally overcome and unable to stop himself from furthering his own desire for release.
It’s wet and slippery and Jiang Yexue feels that this could easily become an addiction to him because there’s no other thing he’d rather do than be here, blanketing himself over Murong Chuyi and dirtying him. Something about secretly knowing he’s the first and only one to stain Murong Chuyi like this is again, almost enough to have him nearly come prematurely. Fearing he won’t be able to last enough to fuck Murong Chuyi, he pulls away, leaving only his hand over Chuyi’s flushed cock.
He strokes him for a long time, alternating between slow and gentle and fast and rough, until Murong Chuyi’s back arches off the bed and his body tightens. It’s the telltale sign of an impending orgasm, and Jiang Yexue immediately releases his cock, drawing a cry of anguished surprise from Murong Chuyi. “BROTHER?! WHY?!”
Jiang Yexue doesn’t answer, instead staring down at the growing wet spot between Murong Chuyi’s legs. Confused at the sudden lack of stimulation, Murong Chuyi tries to sit up, but Jiang Yexue reacts quickly, sliding a knee between Murong Chuyi’s legs and pushing him back down against the pillows.
Murong Chuyi is easy to maneuver and goes without resistance, letting himself fall backwards. Jiang Yexue takes the opportunity to move his other knee into the space between Murong Chuyi’s legs, forcing Chuyi’s legs open with his knees as he gets comfortable.
There’s some resistance though, and Jiang Yexue looks up to see Murong Chuyi blushing furiously. He smiles and tries to reassure him. “Chuyi, it’s okay. I promise I’ll be gentle.” He decides that this is the perfect moment to verify his suspicion regarding Murong Chuyi’s virginity status and masquerade it as thoughtfulness. “Brother…is this your first time?”
Murong Chuyi closes his eyes, the redness in his face spreading to his neck and collar as he nods. “I’ll go slow.” he reassures, and then he looks back down and spreads Murong Chuyi’s legs open, exposing his pretty, untouched entrance for the first time.
Jiang Yexue’s breath catches when he sees the state of it. It’s pink and shining wet as it leaks with wetness from the induced heat, and Jiang Yexue’s cock gives another violent jump where it hangs heavy between his legs. Jiang Yexue spreads Murong Chuyi’s legs even further, exposing it as best as he can, and it tightens reactively.
Jiang Yexue can’t wait to bury his cock in it.
He brings his finger to Chuyi’s wet entrance and circles it softly as he coos reassuring words. “It’s okay Chuyi, it won’t hurt, I promise. Let me make you feel good.” Murong Chuyi gasps for breath, and Jiang Yexue looks up only to see him nod yes again.
It’s all he needs, and he pushes his finger forward until his finger slips past the resistance of the muscle, breaching Murong Chuyi for the first time. It pulls a loud, ragged, moan from Murong Chuyi, and Jiang Yexue pulls his finger out and pushes it back in, euphoric at the way Murong Chuyi’s inner walls constrict around the digit.
He’s impossibly tight, and it makes Jiang Yexue rabid with desire. He pumps his finger in and out quicker, letting Murong Chuyi’s moans guide him, using them as cues for which places to stroke again and how to curve the finger while inside him. The slick wetness keeps leaking from him, and soon enough, Murong Chuyi begins to meet his finger’s thrusts, grinding his hips down over it.
Jiang Yexue adds another finger.
He curls them inside him, bending them so they stroke over that particular spot that makes Murong Chuyi tremble with pleasure every time it’s touched. His hole twitches around the two fingers knuckle deep inside him, and Jiang Yexue has never been this desperate to feel that around his cock. He sweats as he thrusts his hand in, adding a third finger without warning, making Murong Chuyi cry out with need.
When Murong Chuyi is reduced to whimpers, Jiang Yexue’s control finally snaps.
He pulls his fingers out roughly, bringing them up to his mouth for a taste before he pumps his cock twice and readjusts himself so he blankets Murong Chuyi completely and his cock is flush against his wet, trembling hole.
“Chuyi,” he breathes as he presses forward, feeling the tight ring of muscle slowly begin to stretch around the tip of his cock. “You’re so tight.” He can’t help but say, pressing his face against the sweaty crook in Murong Chuyi’s neck as he pushes his cock in deeper slowly.
Murong Chuyi whines and tightens his hole, not used to something so big trying to force itself in, but Jiang Yexue doesn’t stop even as he closes his eyes tight against his neck. “Don’t fight it Chuyi.” he chokes out, trying to restrain himself and keep himself from fucking in like a madnman, but then Murong Chuyi’s hole tightens as if trying to milk the orgasm from him, and Jiang Yexue loses any semblance of control he had left as he slams forward and shoves his cock deep into his brother’s virgin hole.
Murong Chuyi screams, half from pleasure, half from pain as Jiang Yexue moans into his neck. He has half a mind to whisper “Sorry Chuyi, this is for your own good.” before he pulls out and slams back in with the same force, immediately setting a brutal pace that’s rough enough to slam Murong Chuyi back up against the headboard.
Jiang Yexue fucks in deep and hard with every thrust, the pleasure in his gut building with every stroke of his cock into those warm, wet, tight walls that contract over and over, as if begging to be filled with his come.
Jiang Yexue thinks that if that’s what they need, he can deliver. Anything for his beautiful brother.
Desperate as his pleasure builds, he pulls back quickly only to lift Murong Chuyi’s legs over his shoulders and lean back forward, slipping his cock back into his gaped hole and pressing him down as he fucks in and out with little regard for anything else. Murong Chuyi screams as he’s speared open like this, his hands flying to Jiang Yexue’s back, nails subconsciously digging into his skin, but Jiang Yexue can’t be bothered to care by the pain. If anything, it spurs him on further.
The new position makes Murong Chuyi’s inner walls cling even tighter around Jiang Yexue’s cock, and he moans into Chuyi’s neck as he fucks forward, never wanting the divine feeling to end.
It’s reminiscent of the position meant for breeding, and Jiang Yexue suddenly wishes that he could have found a medicine capable of making his desperate brother pregnant. The thought makes his body tighten with desire, causing the heat in his lower stomach to build quickly as he continues to fuck into Murong Chuyi relentlessly.
Murong Chuyi’s hole is wet. So wet, that Jiang Yexue accidentally slips out of him as he thrusts. He takes himself in hand quickly and sharply pushes back into Chuyi’s flushed gape without pause. The angle is slightly different though, and Murong Chuyi stiffens as he’s invaded in the new angle, his body instantly going taught as his orgasm hits him with no warning.
Jiang Yexue doesn’t stop fucking him through it, only lifting his face out of the crook in Murong Chuyi’s neck to watch the expressions on his face as he comes.
Jiang Yexue is overcome by burning desire as he watches the range of expressions of pleasure flit across his brother's face, and before he knows it, he’s coming also, his orgasm milked from him by Murong Chuyi’s pleasure.
He thrusts in one final time and comes hard, filling Murong Chuyi and giving him the temporary cure he so desperately needs, giving them both relief.
Of course, Murong Chuyi’s suffering eases the very moment he’s filled with Jiang Yexue’s come.
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Jiang Yexue lays back against the pillows as Murong Chuyi snuggles into him. Jiang Yexue doesn’t say anything, instead letting his brother snuggle deeper into his arms, keeping him completely unaware of the fact that this is just the second stage of Jiang Yexue’s cure.
“How do you feel?” he asks as he strokes Murong Chuyi’s sweaty hair out of his face, internally giddy over the fact that Murong Chuyi is snuggling him willingly without realizing it. It’s proof that everything is going to plan.
Murong Chuyi doesn’t respond.
Jiang Yexue can’t blame him for being too overwhelmed to speak. The third stage of the cure is meant to simulate feelings of love once the second stage is achieved, obviously causing some internal conflict. It’s no wonder his Chuyi is quiet.
After a while, Jiang Yexue breaks the silence again. “Don’t worry Chuyi,” he says, never stopping his attentive stroking of Murong Chuyi’s hair. “If this is the only thing that helps for now, I don’t mind continuing this type of treatment until we find an alternative.” He conveniently doesn’t mention that the more they entangle each other, the stronger the feelings of love will grow.
Jiang Yexue’s triumphant smile goes unnoticed by Murong Chuyi. “Anything for my brother.”
