As the sky outside the window darkened, a profound silence enveloped the
surroundings.
Inside the room, the only sound was the beating of their hearts, as both
men rested in silence, without speaking.
After a while, Xiao Bao tentatively nudged him, "Isn't it my turn now?"
Huai En lifted his head, glaring, "What are you thinking?"
Xiao Bao, still somewhat intimidated by him, sulked under his gaze, "We're both
men, none of us lacking anything. Why should it always be you on top?"
Huai En gritted his teeth in anger, "Don't even think about it." In his view, he had
already demeaned himself by joining Xiao Bao in their intimate encounters, and Xiao
Bao should be grateful. The idea of having a man on top of him was utterly out of the
question in his lifetime.
Master Xiao Bao, now with his temper flaring, had initially harbored the hope of
reciprocating the favor, expecting a mutual concession. But faced with such a blunt
rejection, he pushed Huai En away, "Do you even have a conscience? Do you know
how much it hurt me? So, you get your pleasure, and I'm just supposed to take it?"
Huai En's face alternated between shades of green and red, pulling his clothes
around him. The brief warmth they had shared seemed to disappear like a breeze,
leaving no trace. With a cold glance, he said, "You brought this upon yourself."
That look, filled with arrogance and disdain, instantly dimmed Xiao Bao's spirits.
For the first time, he felt genuinely wounded by Huai En's harsh words.
I've always been incredibly good to him, never wronging him in any way. In fact,
I've saved his life twice. Yet, not only has he never shown a hint of gratitude, but he
has also consistently responded with harsh words and fists.
There's never been a
break from his aggression, and even after doing such things with him, he shows no
signs of remorse. Instead, it feels like I owe him something. Even now, it's the same.
Just a moment ago, he was overly excited, unable to control his fervor. I didn't want to
let him down; I wanted to be close to him, so I gave in too easily. But after he's done
venting, he distances himself from me completely, as if I was the only one making a
fool of myself from the start. How can someone be so selfish? Never before, like in
this moment, have I felt so demeaned. What exactly am I trying to achieve here?
Huai En looked at Xiao Bao's dejected face, his head bowed, eyelashes misted with a
faint dampness, his lips pursed in a pout, a visage of utter grievance. The sight stirred
a rush of blood, descending to his lower body despite his mind's disdain and repulsion for the person before him.
This left him in a pitiable state, inadvertently nurturing a resentment towards him.
It was all his fault. If it hadn't been for that moment of vulnerability, that despicable
encounter, how could he have fallen so deep into carnal obsession? He had always
disliked being close to others, but since something had happened with Xiao Bao, he
felt a reckless abandon, thinking one more or one less time made no difference.
No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, he knew deep down he very much
wanted to engage in that act with Xiao Bao.
Far from quenching his desires, it only
fueled them more, leaving him to wonder how long this useless torment would
continue.
After all, he was flesh and blood, unable to transcend his sensual cravings. His
anger only made him seem more petulant, better to surrender to his primal desires.
And yet, he was far from satisfied; in fact, he felt an even greater thirst. It was
somewhat manageable when he was not allowed to touch, as he could lie to himself.
But once he had a taste, he truly couldn't control himself.
Thinking thus, his hand already reached Xiao Bao's face, and he bit down hard on
his neck.
Caught off guard, Xiao Bao screamed, then became confused by this ambiguous
action.
Huai En dared not meet his eyes, simply using force to push Xiao Bao down and
pressed himself on top.
Xiao Bao angrily said, "What the fuck do you want now? I'm not delivering anymore."
Huai En suddenly found his puffed-up cheeks amusing and couldn't help but laugh,
leaving Xiao Bao stunned. He had seen many expressions on Huai En's face-ferocious, violent, indifferent, even passionate, but it was his first time seeing Huai En smile.
That smile, like begonias welcoming spring, magnolias and osmanthus blooming
together, was truly breathtaking.
Xiao Bao was staring blankly with his eyes wide and mouth agape, a sight so
endearing that he couldn't help but find... adorable. His lips, with their rosy tint,
thicker on top and thinner at the bottom, bore an innocent expression when pressed
together tightly, and when parted, they appealed to... Appealed that part of him...
Huai En could no longer resist, he lunged forward, sealing his lips with a kiss,
awkwardly sucking and licking those soft petals. As Xiao Bao came to realize what
was happening, countless flowers seemed to bloom before his eyes, and the gloomy
skies instantly brightened, making him feel as if he was in a fairyland, his heart so
elated it felt like it could soar.
Huai En was kissing him! Kissing him! Kissing him!
No matter how he had treated him before, this proactive kiss made him so happy he
couldn't contain himself. He felt that all the grievances of the past were worth it, that
all his previous efforts had been rewarded.
Huai En smiled at him and then kissed
him, what did that mean! Perhaps he had started to like him a bit too.
Xiaobao summoned up a lifetime of experience and skill to return the precious kiss, his deft tongue licking over every inch of Huai En's mouth, crystallized juices running down the corners of his mouth, both of them hard and swollen with the excitement of a kiss.
Panting, they parted, and Huai En at once lifted his legs without further hesitation.
Alarmed, Xiaobao called out, "Wait wait wait, let me come once, baby, please.
Huai en glared at him and simply ignored him, lifting his leg over his shoulder and
not rushing in, instead looking at his wet rear hole with interest.
Xiao Bao's face was suffocatingly red, kicking his legs chaotically, "You...what are
you doing...don't be a hooligan."
Xiao Bao never expected that Huai En, this seemingly innocent one, would outdo
him in boldness. He watched as Huai En skillfully grabbed pillows and blankets,
propping them under him, elevating his position with a surprising audacity.
Raising his buttocks high, Huai en began to carefully admire his hole that wasn't yet
closed, and slowly inserted his fingers.
Xiao Bao felt a jolt through his body and struggled to flee, but Huai En held him
down, rendering him immovable as if he had discovered some novel and interesting
toy.
He continued to probe within the dark recess, incessantly digging and fiddling.
Watching the entrance, now inverted and showing fresh, crimson flesh, pulse and
trickle out his substance, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Xiao Bao really wanted to cry. Damn it, he had laid himself open for you, served as
your practice target, and even allowed you to observe and learn. How had he never
realized before that Huai En, when faced with such matters, could be so utterly
depraved? He had once thought of him as a serene and ascetic soul, detached from
worldly desires, looking like he was above the fray of human indulgence. Clearly, he
had been pent up too long.
Huai En, thoroughly entertained, couldn't hold back any longer and grasped his own
member, slowly penetrating Xiao Bao.
This time, it was easier than before.
Although the feeling of swelling below was
truly uncomfortable, Xiao Bao thought about the possibility that Huai En might have
grown fond of him, and felt that he could endure anything. Although he couldn't
embrace Huai En as he wished, being able to have such close physical contact with
him was equally wonderful. More than wonderful, it was indescribably delightful.
Huai En grabbed his legs and pulled them close to his own lower body, moving his
hips from slow to fast. Both of their lower bodies were drenched, and the nearly fused
thrusting was accompanied by the splashing sound of water. Xiao Bao could distinctly
feel Huai En's scrotum hitting against his buttocks with each movement, indicating
how deep the penetration was.
Xiao Bao's cries of inability to endure would rise from time to time, but he just
clutched the blanket tightly without struggling further. The high heat from the friction was too enticing; he knew that no man could stop in such a moment.
Although he did
not feel comfortable, seeing Huai En's intoxicated expression provided at least some mental satisfaction.
Huai En seemed to have endless stamina, changing positions all night and
tormenting the person beneath him until Xiao Bao gradually lost consciousness again.
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