Chapter 27 (M)

At this point, Ye Ji’an thought, there was no way he could keep his dignity any longer. Liang Xiao didn’t hesitate either. He turned off the music, and it seemed he had suddenly shed his gentlemanly reserve. His brows relaxed, and his hand slipped under Ye Ji’an’s knee, firmly pinching the flesh on his thigh, making him shift his weight. He kissed Ye Ji’an’s lips a couple of times. Just as Ye Ji’an was reaching down, preparing to slip his hand into the waistband, Liang Xiao suddenly lifted him off his lap.

Ye Ji’an almost lost his balance. Before he could figure out what was happening, Liang Xiao rolled his wheelchair back, revealing the empty space under the desk, squeezed between the drawers, just enough for a person to fit.

“Come on,” he raised his eyebrows, looking at Ye Ji’an frankly. “There’s no carpet here, so Senior, your bare knees might feel a bit hard and cold on the floor.”

Ye Ji’an rubbed his cheeks. “It’s fine,” he whispered, feeling incredibly embarrassed. Liang Xiao’s gaze suddenly became intense, focused entirely on him, especially on his smooth legs, as if he could see through the invitation.

“The room is quite warm,” he explained, trying to sound more at ease as he undid a couple of buttons. Liang Xiao remained silent, smiling slightly, continuing to look at him openly. Ye Ji’an lowered himself to kneel beside the desk, then turned to face the gray-blue sweatpants and the spread legs.

“Senior, you need to improve from last time,” Liang Xiao said, lowering his wrist to gently caress Ye Ji’an’s lips. When Ye Ji’an looked up, he met Liang Xiao’s gaze, which seemed to be slowly burning. “I’ll do my best…” Ye Ji’an said, pulling down the waistband and using his lips to brush against Liang Xiao’s fingertips, his heart racing as he recalled the last time.

It was the last day of that wild vacation. He had knelt under the shower, helping Liang Xiao, and with a few experiences under his belt, he had become more skilled and bold. But he had been caught off guard by the hot water, choking a few times, and his perfect blowjob was interrupted by a series of violent coughs, his eyes watering, which was not a proud memory.

But this time would be different. No hot water to cause trouble. I will avenge my humiliation. Ye Ji’an thought, pushing the sweatpants down to Liang Xiao’s knees and dealing with the underwear. When the half-erect member appeared, he took it in his hand, took a deep breath, and leaned in.

He held the base, pressing his cheek against the shaft, starting with a gentle lick from the sac. He knew Liang Xiao liked this beginning. The warm, heavy shaft pressed against his skin, brushing his nose and eyelids. Ye Ji’an half-closed his eyes, his mouth focused on the base, moving up with kisses, wetting each vein with saliva. He enjoyed the process of teasing this old friend to full hardness and liked the way it shaped his face and lips.

Just as he was about to take the head into his mouth, a hand suddenly gripped the back of his head. Ye Ji’an instinctively gasped, fearing Liang Xiao would thrust too deep, but he didn’t. Instead, Liang Xiao whispered, “A bit deeper…” His voice was dry, and Ye Ji’an mumbled in response, taking the head into his mouth and swallowing further. His shoulders were pushed, “Under the desk,” Liang Xiao said. Ye Ji’an, confused, pulled his shoulders back, his knees grinding on the floor, the chair’s wheels rolling. They moved closer to the desk, and Ye Ji’an’s head almost hit the edge, but Liang Xiao’s hand protected him.

Under the desk, it was indeed spacious, enough for Ye Ji’an to spread his knees and sit on his heels. This way, only his head and a small part of his arm were visible, buried between Liang Xiao’s legs.

So, “deeper” meant this. Ye Ji’an suddenly understood and heard the sound of paper rustling. He squinted up to see Liang Xiao actually picking up a book to read, looking like a good student. It was Mills’ “Econometric Models of Financial Time Series,” the cover hanging loose, pages worn, partially covering Liang Xiao’s face, leaving only his forehead and bangs visible.

Ye Ji’an had struggled with this book in school and now found it even more hateful. As if to punish Liang Xiao’s lack of focus, he gave a hard suck, taking it halfway, then using his teeth to nibble. Liang Xiao actually laughed, slowly turning the pages with one hand. “I used to study and write here, at this desk,” he said, his hand caressing Ye Ji’an’s neck, rubbing his hair. “Can you feel it, Senior?”

“…You can’t do two things at once now,” Ye Ji’an protested, though he had started the conversation about the past, wanting to relive and explore. But now, with only a bit of light from above and the cold seeping into his skin, he felt enclosed, needing Liang Xiao to put the book away and look at him. So he moved passionately, trying to take the member deeper, hard and firm, pressing against his throat, scraping his sensitive oral mucosa. The fullness came quickly, and Ye Ji’an tried to relax his jaw and throat, taking it in like a piece of candy, from top to bottom, finally adjusting his breathing. He looked up at Liang Xiao, who finally closed the book but still held it, his lips pressed together, looking at him deeply.

“Don’t hold it…” Ye Ji’an spat out the member, his chest pressing against Liang Xiao’s knees, lunging at his legs to grab the book. Liang Xiao let go of the book, dropping it on the desk, and grabbed his wrist. “Senior, don’t spit it out,” he said, pushing Ye Ji’an down, parting his lips and teeth, and forcing it back in. Ye Ji’an almost coughed but held it in, his eyes watering, saliva dripping down his chin.

He reminded himself to avenge his humiliation, straightening his back, hands bracing on Liang Xiao’s legs, picking up where he left off, using only his mouth to bear the increasing weight, humming involuntarily, his lips feeling hot and wet, almost on fire. Liang Xiao’s breathing grew heavy, his face flushed, looking down at him intently, reaching to rub his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes.

Ye Ji’an found this very effective. He still hadn’t taken it all in, swallowing excess fluid, preparing to try a depth he hadn’t reached before. But a knock on the door interrupted him.

Ye Ji’an thought he had misheard and didn’t stop. Then he heard a voice, muffled by the wooden door and the desk’s panel, not far behind him.

“Are you asleep?” a familiar voice, the Chairman, “Sorry, son, Dad just got back.”

Liang Xiao pinched Ye Ji’an’s earlobe, responding normally, “How’s Uncle Liu?”

“Stroke, but he’s stable for now,” the Chairman paused, “Where’s Xiao Ye? Can I come in?”

“Sure,” Liang Xiao said, and Ye Ji’an’s mind went blank. Before he could protest, Liang Xiao pressed his neck, making him take it all in, his mouth filled, unable to make a sound. As the door opened, Liang Xiao moved forward, close to the desk. Ye Ji’an was almost entirely hidden in the darkness, shielded by Liang Xiao.

“Just you here? Where is he?” the Chairman didn’t enter, standing by the door, laughing.

The soothing touch on his neck disappeared, and Ye Ji’an heard the sound of pages turning, his body tingling. He breathed softly, suppressing his trembling, “He’s hungry, went to get something to eat,” Liang Xiao yawned, putting down the thick book, “He should be downstairs.”

“Alright, Hu-ma is probably still up,” the Chairman cleared his throat, sounding authoritative, “Why aren’t you with him?”

“I’m too tired,” Liang Xiao said, lying on the desk.

“Ah, you two should get some sleep! Uncle Liu had a stroke in his fifties, a warning,” the Chairman said, tiredly, the doorframe creaking as he leaned against it, the sound of his watch hitting the wood, “I might be next if I keep this up. I won’t bother you, remember to get up early and have breakfast with me.”

“Sure, goodnight,” Liang Xiao said sweetly, smiling, but Ye Ji’an felt like crying. Although Liang Xiao hadn’t held his neck to keep him in place, he still remained, the member still in his mouth, struggling to breathe. The darkness made him feel very wronged. Hearing the door close and footsteps fading, he couldn’t hold back, leaning on Liang Xiao’s legs, whimpering. Liang Xiao rolled back his chair, lifting him from under the armpits. Ye Ji’an, weak from kneeling, collapsed, sitting in Liang Xiao’s lap.

“Angry?” Liang Xiao kissed his eyes, then rubbed the red marks on his knees from the floor.

“You’re too bold…” Ye Ji’an, his thigh across Liang Xiao’s, felt the hard, warm member pressing against his side, shyly hugging Liang Xiao’s shoulders, “What if he saw us?”

“He won’t see,” Liang Xiao kissed him from his forehead to his lips, his voice clear, “Senior, you’re behind the wood, in front of me… you’re a little animal in a cage, so quiet, so well-behaved, no one can see.”

“What a lousy metaphor,” Ye Ji’an laughed, lightly hitting his back.

“And you did a great job just now, much better,” Liang Xiao said, pulling down Ye Ji’an’s underwear, his wet and sweaty fingers rubbing his crease, deliberately touching his already erect member, “Did you find it stimulating?”

“A little,” Ye Ji’an squeezed his legs, closing his eyes, nodding foolishly.

“Then I was right, weren’t you hungry?”

“Um…” Ye Ji’an blushed, avoiding his gaze.

“Then let me kiss you,” Liang Xiao’s breath moved from his lips to his chin, nibbling his lower lip, easily parting his lips. Ye Ji’an relaxed, clinging to his neck, while Liang Xiao kissed him thoroughly, making him tighten his grip. He reached into the drawer, took something out, and opened it. A warm, slippery substance was applied to his anus, and only then did Ye Ji’an release his lips, looking down at his legs.

A white cream.

Most of it was on his buttocks, some still in Liang Xiao’s palm. “It’s face cream,” Liang Xiao said softly, “Very gentle.”

Ye Ji’an glanced at the desk, and sure enough, the face cream was there, the La Mer gel cream, which Liang Xiao used to moisturize his face in Beijing’s dry climate.

“Damn, this is too expensive!” Ye Ji’an tried to pull away, almost losing his balance. The warm substance flowed between his legs, with a pleasant scent, and as Liang Xiao’s fingers entered him, he realized the jar was almost empty, costing thousands of dollars. Liang Xiao didn’t seem to care, already inside with two fingers. “Wow, it’s so soft inside,” he held Ye Ji’an’s waist, pressing him against his chest, kissing his ear, “Have you prepared yourself?”

“Um, I did, in the shower, I wanted to do it in the room where you grew up,” Ye Ji’an shivered, blinking, “Just come in, that’s all.” He started stroking the large member rubbing against his thigh.

Liang Xiao wasn’t in a hurry, adding a third finger, teasing the most sensitive spot inside, making Ye Ji’an arch his back, desperately seeking kisses. When even the kisses couldn’t satisfy him, his moans became harder to control, and the expensive preparation finally ended. Liang Xiao lifted him by the waist, laying him on the bed.

Ye Ji’an obediently spread his legs, but he was too embarrassed to look at Liang Xiao, curling up. His shirt was still on, with only a few buttons left, and he gathered the courage to unbutton it completely, the fabric flaring to the sides, revealing his damp chest. The bed sank as Liang Xiao climbed on top, his pullover and sweatpants off, kneeling at the edge, holding Ye Ji’an’s ankles, then sliding to his knees, spreading his legs wider. The dampness in his crease met the air, feeling cool, “Come on,” Ye Ji’an hooked his legs around Liang Xiao’s back, pulling him closer, “Hurry up.”

Liang Xiao looked at him intently, hesitating, then regained his composure, matching Ye Ji’an’s breathing, inserting carefully to avoid hurting him. The face cream worked well, smoother than lube, and as Ye Ji’an inhaled, it seemed to draw him in, inserting to the hilt.

“Does it hurt?” Liang Xiao supported Ye Ji’an’s buttocks, lifting them slightly to adjust the angle.

“Just a bit, it’s too deep,” Ye Ji’an bit his lip, smiling, his chest heaving, as if trying to open himself up, “Move a bit, you need to move for me to adjust.”

Liang Xiao, of course, had experience. He knew how to grind to make Ye Ji’an comfortable. This was the first time in his life he wasn’t using a condom, and the skin-to-skin sensation was incredibly hot and intimate, making his blood surge, every cell feeling extra sensitive. The disadvantage of this position was that his knees were almost together, and he couldn’t see much of the penetration. So Liang Xiao moved Ye Ji’an’s legs to his sides, where they naturally wrapped around, exposing the wet, tender area.

Looking down, Liang Xiao saw the small, tender opening, struggling to take him in, the surrounding folds stretched and coated with the white cream, dripping down his buttocks, the fire in his head burning hotter. He slowly moved his hips, gradually speeding up, the member finding a warmer, more flexible place, as if it belonged there, never wanting to leave.

As they entered a deeper rhythm, the sound of his hips slapping against Ye Ji’an’s buttocks echoed, and he stopped focusing on the penetration, looking at Ye Ji’an’s face. It was drenched in sweat, red all over, his eyes redder, Ye Ji’an gripping the sheets, still looking at him intently, almost mesmerized, “I said… you finally, ah…! Finally didn’t use a condom, with me!”

“Do you like it?” Liang Xiao leaned in, hugging him, his arms supporting his back, the shirt bunched up, as if he could lift Ye Ji’an at any moment, “This isn’t good.”

He thrust harder.

“But I like it…” Ye Ji’an hugged him back, licking the sweat from his chin, “Don’t say you don’t like it.”

Liang Xiao’s mind went blank. Indeed, he couldn’t deny it. When he came to his senses, he really did lift Ye Ji’an, supporting his slippery buttocks, which wasn’t easy, as Ye Ji’an wasn’t much shorter and had well-toned muscles from years of exercise. But Liang Xiao didn’t want to put him down. He decided to start running more and work on his arms, carrying Ye Ji’an to his hammock, his shirt slipping off, hanging loosely, his body sliding but still clinging to Liang Xiao, making it easier for him.

Once they started moving, the angle and depth of penetration became unpredictable, the member thrusting upward, making Ye Ji’an tremble, eagerly seeking kisses to avoid calling out too loudly. The wetness between their legs flowed, sticking to their skin, as if trying to form threads, “Damn, I’m about to cum.” Ye Ji’an clung to Liang Xiao’s shoulders, his voice strained, craving the soothing touch on his back.

But just as Liang Xiao was about to place him in the hammock and pull out, Ye Ji’an couldn’t control his climax, cumming on his own stomach, his empty anus contracting, revealing its need. The hammock was about a meter and a half off the ground, and he lay on his side, swaying, burying his red face, legs together, but his buttocks still exposed, the small, wet opening pulsing, clearly visible to Liang Xiao.

“What do we do now…” Ye Ji’an covered his face with his hand, speaking muffled, “Can we do it here?”

“This is a double hammock,” Liang Xiao climbed in.

Ye Ji’an softened his back to make room, lifting a leg to wrap around Liang Xiao, letting the wet member collide with his leg root, “Let’s keep going,” he laughed, lying on Liang Xiao’s chest, “If we fall, we’ll fall together.”

“We won’t fall,” Liang Xiao laughed, speaking seriously, “But it’s hard to do it this way, I can’t use much force.”

“How can we do it better?” Ye Ji’an opened his wet eyes, frowning in thought.

Liang Xiao lay flat, patting his hips, his innocent expression almost seductive, “Senior, come on top, and it will be easier.”

Ye Ji’an took a few seconds to understand, his face reddening even more, down to his chest, “I understand.” He agreed, supporting his weak body, shedding the bothersome shirt, straddling Liang Xiao, guiding the member into his entrance. They had done this position many times, but this time felt different. As soon as the head entered, Ye Ji’an was already panting, but he continued, taking it all in, his eyes vacant, lips blood-red from biting. Liang Xiao held his hand, and he clung to it, looking down at the member he had just cum on, lying on Liang Xiao’s stomach, afraid to move, as even a slight tremor would make the hammock shake.

“It’s okay, Senior, you’re very safe,” Liang Xiao patiently brushed his fingers between Ye Ji’an’s, smiling brightly at him. “Even if we roll around up here, we won’t fall off.”

“Yes, it’s too big,” Ye Ji’an seemed a bit hesitant, trying to sway his waist back and forth. “Why is it so… hard this time?”

“Because I haven’t creampied yet,” Liang Xiao said matter-of-factly.

Ye Ji’an shot him a light glare, knowing he couldn’t keep being so timid, making someone hold back. He wanted to feel good quickly too, so he set aside his lack of support and began to move his body freely. He suddenly realized that on this turbulent yet soft surface, Liang Xiao was his only point of support. Once that thought emerged, his movements became even more indulgent. Although it felt like his insides were being stirred, and the gradually hardening lower half was swinging back and forth with a bit of a throbbing pain, Ye Ji’an began to feel extremely pleasant at some point, even letting out happy sighs.

Liang Xiao’s eyes remained bright and full of joy, his hands gripping Ye Ji’an’s waist, firmly feeling his muscles. Before long, he pulled him down to kiss him, swallowing his breath continuously while speaking, calling him Senior, calling him Ge, and saying he loved him. Their lips opened and closed, intricately and wantonly tracing his outline, from the tip of his nose to the groove above his lips, inch by inch of skin touching skin, down to the lower lip and just a little further, to that tiny indentation.

I’m really going crazy, I’m absolutely going crazy, Ye Ji’an could only think this. He was also saying he loved him, but he realized his pronunciation sounded more like aimless moans. He had to breathe heavily, and his lower half moved wildly as if it would flip the canvas hammock at any moment. He could only do his best to hold Liang Xiao close, the movements from thigh to buttocks to waist felt like a kind of inertia. By the time he came for the second time, his consciousness was already hazy, but the sensation inside him was more pronounced.

Ye Ji’an knew that almost simultaneously, Liang Xiao had creampied inside him.

Happiness came suddenly, and how rare was this climax. Ye Ji’an gasped for a while, struggling to collect his thoughts, still unwilling to let that thing pull out, clinging to Liang Xiao and refusing to come down. “Is it comfortable? Creampie.” He pressed his forehead against Liang Xiao’s, blinking his eyes.

Liang Xiao looked at him bashfully, slowly nodding. “But I feel very conflicted,” he continued, serious as if analyzing a multi-million investment project. “I know unprotected sex isn’t something to advocate, and I think you know that too. Even if you don’t, I have to tell you.”

Ye Ji’an was taken aback. “What’s wrong between couples?” He buried his face in Liang Xiao’s collarbone.

“I feel like this is irresponsible to you, leaving you with all of it inside, and you have to clean up. Maybe you’ll get a fever or get sick,” Liang Xiao stroked his back gently, calming him. “But I also really feel happy.”

“Then tell me, why are you happy?” Ye Ji’an caught his wrist with his other hand.

“Because this is my first time doing this, and it’s with you, Senior. It feels like I’m giving a new version of myself to you,” Liang Xiao tried to express himself clearly, carefully explaining. “I mean, I haven’t done this with my ex-boyfriend… Will you be happy or angry to hear that, Senior?”

“Of course I’m happy! But I also have to seriously tell you, during times like this, it’s best not to think about exes. A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold…” Ye Ji’an held his hand, reaching to touch the place where they were still connected.

“What I mean is,” Liang Xiao became nervous, unusually at a loss for words. He was usually the type who never lacked for words, even with his poor Chinese. “When Roman met you, he must have said something to provoke you, like what we used to do together. He’s that kind of person. But now, in this situation, I’ve only done this with you, and in the future, there will be more things that only we have done together.”

“So I hope, Senior, you won’t feel sad because of his words. Even if you do, don’t keep it bottled up. I also hope… you have confidence in us.” He added.

Ye Ji’an stared wide-eyed at his legs draped over Liang Xiao, stunned for a while. These words, when they reached his ears, even made him forget to pay attention to the gradually filling hardness inside him. He could only hear the heartbeat in that chest beside him, beating violently. He smelled the scent of sweat from both of them, that lingering aroma, and suddenly felt enlightened. He recalled that afternoon when Liang Xiao was surrounded by colleagues, frowning, and what he had heard, and why he had hurriedly found his father to come with such an invitation, a letter from home.

Some things he didn’t say because he didn’t want to waste time and atmosphere on them, making Liang Xiao anxious. But now he realized that his own worries were equally important to Liang Xiao.

“What I wanted to say is, I didn’t express it clearly just now,” Ye Ji’an suppressed his heavy breathing, propping himself up, his knees tightening around Liang Xiao’s waist, smiling down at him. “I love you too.”

Liang Xiao looked back at him, his pupils seeming to widen like a feline’s.

“I’m also particularly confident,” Ye Ji’an leaned in closer, gently brushing aside the damp hair on Liang Xiao’s forehead. “Although I think you’re a little silly, and I’m a big silly.”