War Prisoner

Wave after wave of peculiar feelings washed over him, emanating from his sensitive back entrance to sweep through his entire body. Su Yi clutched at the brocade mattress with a death grip and the knuckles of his fist turned white. How could this be? How was it possible that just because that body part was being teased and rubbed, his entire body was beginning to heat up uncontrollably, even his heart seemed to be giving a tremor in response to each and every movement of that finger. Don’t tell me... Don't tell me that I was born with an inherently licentious body? Even when another man is... it will also... it will also respond with such a lack of self-control.