Chapter 21

It was only when that finger slipped inside him that Ye Ji’an gained a concrete understanding of “anal intercourse.”

Of course, he had done his homework. Just two days after Liang Xiao had kissed him for the first time, he had taken advantage of a lunch break to hide in the bright and tidy company restroom. With a mix of curiosity and anticipation, he sat on the toilet lid and opened the internet. Those videos always seemed a bit mysterious, with blurry thumbnails and no titles; he had to fast-forward to get a rough idea of the content. For instance, a muscular white guy being internally ejaculated by a pair of black twins, with a close-up of a bleeding backside to show the situation inside.

Unfortunately, the company’s internet speed was too fast, and the VPN was quick as well. As soon as Ye Ji’an released the progress slider, he was immediately confronted with that shocking scene, without even half a second to buffer. Startled, he quickly closed the webpage and deleted his browsing history.

Afterward, he crossed one leg over the other, staring at the tips of his leather shoes while contemplating life on the toilet for over ten minutes.

At that moment, his mind was numb, but his body had little reaction. Ye Ji’an hadn’t seen clearly and hadn’t derived any sexual stimulation from those exaggerated images; he only felt pity for the actors. If he were to say he was scared, that wouldn’t be entirely true. In this relationship that belonged to him, he knew he was most likely the shou, but he also knew that Liang Xiao wouldn’t treat him like that.

If it hurt, then it hurt. A girl would feel pain the first time too; what was he, a man in his thirties who had been battered by society, to be so delicate? But at least… he hoped he wouldn’t bleed.

Bleeding could mean affecting his work. Taking more than a day off would mean a salary deduction. That was how Ye Ji’an thought.

Fast forward.

Now, it seemed his estimation was correct, and those unnecessary worries were just that—unnecessary. Liang Xiao was indeed cherishing him, quite a lot. His index finger broke through the folds, entering slowly and shallowly. The area around the entrance had already been moistened by Liang Xiao’s careful ministrations for quite some time, making it soft enough, and now it was sufficiently lubricated. Ye Ji’an didn’t feel much pain; instead, it was more of an incredible sensation. The feeling of being penetrated was so distinct and clear; it was really happening. The thin hardness of the fingernail, the warmth of the fingertip, and those distinct knuckles, all separated by a layer of slippery wetness, gradually pushed into his body, expanding a tender area that was being stimulated for the first time with a sharpness.

At the same time, he was left with only that gray sweater, his bare bottom sticking up, kneeling on the carpet. Liang Xiao sat cross-legged beside him, holding him from behind, lifting his small belly, kissing the back of his ear as if to comfort him. Ye Ji’an tried to steady his breathing, suppressing his small shivers. He could feel that the finger was almost all the way in, pressing against the intestinal wall with a bit of force, as if searching for something.

He must be looking for the prostate, Ye Ji’an thought. After all, I’ve done my research. Somehow, he felt a bit scared. Why was Liang Xiao just holding him and not reaching inside his clothes, or at least pinching his waist? As he pondered this, Ye Ji’an reached down to touch the hand on his small belly, guiding it upward. Just as he moved it to his ribs, it was caught by Liang Xiao’s reverse grip. Liang Xiao was still the same, devoid of any affectionate intent, simply wanting to support him.

“Senior, focus. Just concentrate on this,” he said softly, while the finger inside Ye Ji’an’s rear moved slightly. “If you feel anything, call out to me. If it hurts, you must say.”

Ye Ji’an responded with a soft “mm,” unable to produce any other sound. He felt himself sweating too quickly, soaking the carpet. The more Liang Xiao did to him from behind, the less he was willing to touch him, and his heart raced faster. His ears were deafened, and he couldn’t make sense of what was on the television; all he could hear was the wet squelching sound, and liquid flowing down his thighs, giving him the illusion that he was also full and juicy. It felt as if all the nerves in his body were concentrated on that small opening that had been opened, immersing him in sensation. Because of this, when that wave of tingling passed over him, fleeting and sudden, Ye Ji’an couldn’t help but cry out.

Just a single “ah,” but the breath behind his ear suddenly became hot. Liang Xiao’s voice was filled with evident delight. “Here? Is it here?” he asked, sitting up straight, his fingertips finding the right spot and pressing gently yet firmly. “It’s very soft here.”

Ye Ji’an wanted to see how happy he looked at that moment, but he found himself too embarrassed to turn around, so he buried his head and mumbled, “Yes, yes, it’s here.” He intertwined his fingers with the hand on his small belly, tightening his grip as he added, “I’m not in pain.”

Liang Xiao didn’t say anything, just lifted his sweater, kissing down his back from the spine to the small of his back, then back to the tailbone, his tongue teasingly brushing over his skin. This was true foreplay. Ye Ji’an gasped more urgently, electricity coursing through his body, and every moving lick and kiss became the center of an electric field. He didn’t want to make that strange sound again, so he bit his lip tightly. If Liang Xiao went down a little further to kiss that hard-to-speak-of area, looking at him so clearly, Ye Ji’an was sure his teeth would sink into flesh, and he wouldn’t lift his head again, living his life like an ostrich.

Fortunately, Liang Xiao didn’t. His warm breath, soft lips, and his ability to gauge the situation were just right; he stopped at the tailbone. “Black Sabbath,” he said, naming the band, and then he inserted a second finger.

This time, there was no hesitation, as if he was already familiar with the flexibility of this narrow passage. It entered smoothly, the two fingers curling slightly together, expanding just like before, grinding against that soft flesh that had been excavated.

Ye Ji’an dug his fingers into the carpet, instinctively tightening the muscles of his buttocks.

“Relax,” Liang Xiao reminded him, but what he was doing was anything but relaxing. He directly grasped the soft thing hanging between Ye Ji’an’s legs, meticulously stroking it. Before long, a third finger was pushed inside.

Ye Ji’an immediately fell into a daze. Without needing to guess, he quickly became hard and swollen, just like the last time in the public restroom, because he was being touched like this, being touched by Liang Xiao. But the feeling of being filled and even stretched in his rear was even harder to ignore. The sounds of liquid being excavated were so clear, crashing against him like waves. Ye Ji’an could no longer imagine what kind of disoriented state he was in now, the sensitive spot being repeatedly stimulated, leaving his throat dry and itchy.

That place, a soft little area, could surely be called an acupoint; otherwise, Ye Ji’an couldn’t understand why he felt as if he had been pressed on an acupoint, unable to move, yet a strong surge was building inside him, as if he would ejaculate at any moment or lose control. Was it pleasure? Ye Ji’an couldn’t say. Kisses fell on his waist and spine, but suddenly the fingers withdrew, both the ones in front and behind, the outside and the inside. The sudden emptiness hit Ye Ji’an like a ton of bricks. He held his breath, hearing the sound of a package being opened.

Reluctant to keep his face buried like this, he finally turned his head. Liang Xiao had only taken off part of his clothes, just pulled down a section of his pants, and had already put on a condom.

“You… are you going in?” Ye Ji’an asked, his eyes curving.

Liang Xiao’s cheeks were already flushed, but he still looked at him earnestly. “I can’t wait,” he said, as if it were only natural.

To Ye Ji’an, this sounded no different from the earlier compliment about his looks, and his face grew even hotter. He turned his back, trying to grasp the two cheeks of his buttocks, eagerly and shyly arching his waist to present the small opening that was already dripping.

Liang Xiao seemed a bit surprised. “Senior, are you also impatient?” He squeezed some lubricant onto himself, then rubbed it along Ye Ji’an’s crack, applying even more of that softened viscous liquid, as if it were about to drip down. In this situation, making eye contact was already the limit; Ye Ji’an didn’t want to answer his question. “Don’t dawdle,” he said, pursing his lips.

Liang Xiao laughed. He was already hard enough, rubbing himself against the open crack of Ye Ji’an’s buttocks, slick and messy. Each time he passed that slightly open hole, he would pause, feeling it tighten around the tip of his head. “I really want to see you naked, facing me,” he said, pressing Ye Ji’an’s waist down a bit more to raise his butt higher. “But the first time might make you shy; it might scare you.”

“I won’t be…” Ye Ji’an’s voice had already turned soft. “You’re not even taking off your clothes.”

Liang Xiao was still smiling, suddenly beginning to enter. He actually wanted to lean down and embrace Ye Ji’an, to hold all his trembling in his arms, but he couldn’t. He had to observe the process of entering, to observe Ye Ji’an’s state. “Does it hurt?” he asked, trying to push in a little bit. He knew this was the most difficult part. Pushing in deeper, the insides relaxed, and it wouldn’t be as tight as the anal opening, but just in this state that was almost there was enough to make his heart race. Watching the folds of the opening being pushed apart, trembling around his throbbing member, Liang Xiao felt as if his soul was about to be sucked in. “Look at me, Senior.”

Ye Ji’an’s dazed gaze focused a bit, his face pale, but his eyes were fixated on Liang Xiao’s face. “It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt.”

Liang Xiao was momentarily stunned. “I’m in so much pain; it’s too tight,” he said, having inserted half but not caring much about it anymore. Accepting this fact, he finally leaned down to embrace him, pressing Ye Ji’an completely beneath him. “…Senior, you’re in more pain than I am; I know.”

“No…” Ye Ji’an gasped, seemingly trying hard to relax, not wanting to cause him pain, but his body instinctively curled up into Liang Xiao’s embrace. “Hurry, all the way in.”

This time, Liang Xiao was obedient, slowly pushing in, even nudging him with his nose. “Don’t bite your lip; bite me.”

Ye Ji’an felt his eyes moisten inexplicably, opening his red mouth to receive the kisses, his neck stiff, saliva difficult to swallow, flowing down his cheeks and chin. He was indeed in pain; every inch that entered was a fiery stimulation, and even the sensation that felt like pleasure from the glands being pressed couldn’t be offset. Yet he didn’t feel wronged, nor was he anxious; he just wanted to adapt quickly, to let Liang Xiao move inside him sooner.

Soon, his wish was granted. The instinctive feeling of rejection in his rear faded significantly, and the pain was smoothed over by the feeling of fullness and embrace, a vague comfort. Liang Xiao knelt behind him, spreading his legs, rhythmically thrusting his hips, gradually speeding up.

Ye Ji’an hadn’t expected that once this action began, he would become like this. His entire head went blank as he was thrust down, his butt still raised high, while his upper body completely slumped into the soft carpet. Liang Xiao’s breathing grew heavier, reaching over to grasp his hands, as if wanting to pin his wrists behind him. But Ye Ji’an, in turn, pulled at his sweater, almost struggling to gather it up to his chest.

Liang Xiao thought he was just hot or wanted to show off more of his tattoos, finding it cute. The sounds of their bodies colliding became louder, more reckless, and he even freed one hand to stroke the half-hard member that was swinging back and forth from the impact. But then Ye Ji’an pushed himself up, directly taking off his sweater and tossing it aside.

“Senior?” Liang Xiao steadied his waist, a bit dazed.

Those tattoos were too spicy. They danced in his eyes, burning in his vision. They shimmered on the soft wool carpet, like a beautiful painting on a cloud.

Ye Ji’an’s body softened again, as if he couldn’t hold himself up for even half a second. “Aren’t you going to make me look even better?” he turned his face, beaming red at him. “…But if you don’t face me, how can you see clearly?”

Saying this, he even reached out, pulling Liang Xiao down a bit so that his butt could lower, making it easier to turn around. He genuinely wanted to come from the front. As he bent his knees and twisted a little, he suddenly felt something unusual in his rear, as if it had become particularly hard and full in an instant. Then Liang Xiao pressed down hard, leaving him unable to move. “I came, Senior,” Liang Xiao said softly.

Ye Ji’an’s eyes widened, his waist instinctively arching. This half-lying position was uncomfortable, especially with that thing that seemed not to soften at all still lodged inside him. Moreover, was this what it felt like to be filled? Perhaps because it wasn’t obvious through the condom, he hadn’t expected it and couldn’t help but ponder what it would be like without it, directly filling him. His head suddenly felt light. “You… already came?” he stammered.

“Because you suddenly did that!” Liang Xiao’s frowning expression was extremely aggrieved. He silently pulled out, tore off the tight condom, tied it up, and covered his face with the back of his hand. “What’s going on?”

Ye Ji’an was released, finally able to lie back. He covered his wet buttocks with his hands, his wrists clamped between his legs, his toes curling against Liang Xiao’s sweater. “Are you shy?”

“No,” Liang Xiao immediately replied, glaring at him angrily, then quickly put on another condom.

Ye Ji’an was taken aback. He hadn’t even caught his breath yet when his hand covering his butt was removed. Liang Xiao placed a pillow behind his waist, directly holding his knees and spreading his legs apart. “You want me to see, so I have to take a good look,” he said softly.

Then, Ye Ji’an felt a coolness between his legs, followed by warmth. That feeling of being filled surged back, even hotter than before, with less pain. Clearly, he had just come once, and Liang Xiao hadn’t even given himself a few thrusts, yet he had regained that hardness so quickly, thrusting deep inside him. Ye Ji’an couldn’t help but let out a sound. He felt completely restrained, Liang Xiao’s hips pressing against his thighs, forcing him to open his legs completely.

The sticky pubic hair brushed against the opening, and Liang Xiao lowered his eyelashes, staring unblinkingly into his eyes, his voice still carrying the languor of post-orgasm. “Is this okay?”

“Why are you so hard again?” Ye Ji’an said, not exaggerating. He felt as if his butt was molded to the shape of that thing. He wrapped his arms around Liang Xiao’s neck, afraid to be reckless, his voice trembling.

“Because you look so good,” Liang Xiao said with a smile, kissing his collarbone, biting gently, gradually increasing the pressure just like his thrusts. “You can look even better.” Saying this, he grasped the member wedged between them, stroking it in the way Ye Ji’an liked.

With the rhythm and intensity building, Ye Ji’an felt as if he were about to tremble. He couldn’t tell whether that toothache-like pleasure came from the front or the back; he just felt extremely comfortable, filled with some unrealistic romantic thoughts. He felt that at this moment, he had completely surrendered, entirely belonging to the person who was vigorously thrusting into him. Thus, that sweetness threatened to drown him, and the embrace couldn’t dissolve it. He wanted to wrap his legs around Liang Xiao’s waist, but he couldn’t muster much strength, only able to weakly sway, while his arms clung tightly to the broad shoulders in front of him, seeking a place to anchor his weight.

Liang Xiao held him tighter, thrusting harder and deeper, wordlessly, only the increasingly loud “slap” sounds echoed, each thrust softening him, mixing with the wetness. “The carpet,” Ye Ji’an suddenly widened his unfocused eyes, panicking as he spoke. “The carpet is going to get dirty!”

“Doesn’t matter,” Liang Xiao silenced him with a biting kiss.

Ye Ji’an thought to himself, how could it not matter? It was so expensive and hard to clean. However, his mind quickly emptied. He knew he was about to ejaculate, yet he was still being kissed, only able to make muffled sounds. This feeling was both tantalizing and terrifying. He instinctively arched his chest, his fingers gripping the long fibers of the carpet, watching his soul float away, hazily flying under the chandelier, above Liang Xiao’s head. Suddenly, he stumbled, and he came all over Liang Xiao’s hand.

“Is it comfortable?” Liang Xiao laughed, his smile shining brightly. Slowing down the rhythm, but thrusting more thoroughly, beads of sweat dripped onto Ye Ji’an’s lips.

Ye Ji’an extended his tongue, licking a couple of times, tasting something salty yet sweet. “Mm…” He shyly tucked his chin, grabbing a tissue from the coffee table to wipe Liang Xiao’s hands, but he barely managed a few swipes. Liang Xiao didn’t care at all, directly wiping the rest on Ye Ji’an’s belly, then took off his shirt, bending down to embrace him, their skin pressed together.

“I still want a while,” he stated clearly.

Ye Ji’an shrugged his shoulders, leaning closer to his lips for a kiss, his voice laced with laughter. “Then, go ahead.”

This sounded quite bold, but once it was put into action, he realized it was indeed a big talk. The aftershocks of climax still lingered in his body, and Ye Ji’an’s rear unconsciously contracted, being forcefully expanded again and again by Liang Xiao’s member. The degree to which his opening was stretched made him feel that if Liang Xiao withdrew for too long, it would be uncomfortable. He felt dazed, as if his butt was about to break, but the pleasure remained. The front was soft and neglected, yet the pleasure persisted. Why was that… Ye Ji’an had no time to think. He was even too lazy to care about his own dangling member, only able to cry out loudly, “Ah…! Ah!” He called Liang Xiao’s name, as if after that earlier episode, all his shyness could be cast aside. His body was now completely open; they just needed to enjoy themselves together.

Yet Liang Xiao remained relatively quiet, only kissing him recklessly, sometimes his brows, sometimes his lips and nose, as if he wanted to devour him, holding him tightly, squeezing his ribs until they hurt. Ye Ji’an could feel that madness, as if it were about to blow the roof off. He trembled, enjoying it, curling his toes and opening his legs to welcome it.

It felt endless, the thrusts concentrated on that tender spot, yet so captivating. This time, the climax clearly lasted longer than the last, with a greater volume, and Ye Ji’an could feel it. Afterward, Liang Xiao didn’t rush to pull out, instead holding Ye Ji’an on his side, leisurely swaying together, his fingers idly exploring the wet crack, as if he were about to insert something in there, making that little hole even bigger.

“Don’t mess around…” Ye Ji’an blushed and pushed him away. Their legs tangled together, slick with sweat, and other fluids flowed between them, yet Ye Ji’an felt quite comfortable.

“I’ve discovered that Senior is really soft and hot. I really like it,” Liang Xiao said, rubbing his fluffy bangs against him, earnestly sharing his new discovery. “Your face and lips are so red, your eyes are like stars; it’s just like that, even better.”

In a daze, the sound from the television returned to Ye Ji’an’s ears. He could catch it now; he heard the host counting down, nineteen, eighteen, seven. This year was really about to pass completely, and he couldn’t grasp even a little tail. “I like it too.”

“Hmm?”

“You.” Ye Ji’an lifted his eyelids.

Three, two, one.

The television was filled with cheers, making it feel as if the entire nation was celebrating. Outside, the sound of fireworks echoed, so close that it seemed to burst right through the window.

“Isn’t it beautiful? There are seven kinds,” Liang Xiao said, turning his chin to look. The corridor was transparent, and the balcony had floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the stunning colors.

“Did you… arrange this?”

“Because we’re seven years apart? I don’t know what I was thinking back then. I just felt that if Senior couldn’t see the fireworks while cooking, it would be such a pity,” Liang Xiao said, narrowing his eyes playfully as he pinched his waist. Without changing his position, he continued to move inside him, then spoke in the same tone he used to greet him at work, “Happy New Year, Senior.”

Ye Ji’an turned his face back, lazily squinting his eyes and smiling at him. “Mm, wishing you prosperity.”

Liang Xiao licked the beads of sweat on him and pronounced clearly, “Ge, Happy New Year.”

“Very… mm, very happy…” The sensitivity surging from his private parts was overwhelming, almost as if it were too familiar. Ye Ji’an realized he was quickly aroused again, unable to voice it, and instead leaned in, greedily kissing his lips.

Liang Xiao couldn’t help but laugh at the kiss, pulling him tightly as if he wanted to press him into his own body. “You have to keep liking me this New Year.”