Saying so, he slipped Ning He's robe down to expose his exquisitely defined shoulder blades and reflexively pressed his lips against them, then kneaded the fine parts in the youth's delicate neck. Hidden from view, the man planted small marks on the white skin, his eyes lowered to cover the darkness that was roiling with the urge to bite through this nape until he could gnaw on the boy's bones and engrave his mark in the deepest part of him. With these fantasies and the view that he was enjoying, his breathing became heavier and heavier and eventually, he had to conduct the massage with one hand as he was using the other to comfort himself.