Chapter 97:
Young Love
HONGJUN CLUTCHED at Li Jinglong’s back as he almost suffocated under his kisses. Li Jinglong caged him in, fitting his long, trouser-clad legs between Hongjun’s. Both of them were already aroused. Li Jinglong impatiently began to peel off his own clothing before reaching for Hongjun’s collar.
Immediately, Hongjun was nervous again. “Don’t—”
“I’ve already seen everything.” Li Jinglong gazed down at Hongjun’s collarbones peeking out of his clothes, then looked up, staring deeply into his eyes. “What are you still so shy for? I know you want Gege too—I can tell from the way you look at me.”
Li Jinglong pulled Hongjun up from the bed and led him to stand on the carpet. He stepped back and finished removing his robes, baring his sturdy chest. He yanked his belt off next, and his pants fell to the floor, leaving him naked before Hongjun.
Hongjun was briefly stunned. Li Jinglong was strong, lean but muscular. He had a trim waist and beautifully defined abs, and the monstrosity between his legs—already leaking after prolonged arousal—was an astounding sight. Hongjun’s eyes raked over the powerful physique of the man in front of him. Li Jinglong had the body of a warrior, with musculature as perfect as a leopard’s, and the shaft between his legs was thick and heavy with need. He stood there, unabashedly naked, growing even harder under Hongjun’s gaze.
“Take your clothes off,” Li Jinglong said. “All of them.”
Heart pounding, Hongjun loosened his collar to reveal his chest, then removed his belt. Standing just a step apart, they stared at each other’s bare bodies.
Hongjun was youthful and slender, yet showed a considerable amount of strength in the lean lines of his legs and torso. With his fair skin and defined collarbones, he made a lovely picture. Under Li Jinglong’s hungry gaze, he had already become fully hard. His wasn’t as thick as Li Jinglong’s, nor as long, but he was still quite masculine.
They drank in the sight of each other until Li Jinglong broke the silence. “Come here.”
Hongjun stepped forward, and Li Jinglong caught his hand, pulling him into his arms. He turned them aside until they were facing the mirror. In that bright reflection, their bodies were pressed close, with nothing between them. The sight made Hongjun dizzy. He buried his face in Li Jinglong’s shoulder, then tilted his head slightly, peeking again at their images.
“Still shy?” Li Jinglong asked, voice low.
Hongjun was—but after enduring the thorough scrutiny of Li Jinglong’s gaze a moment ago, he suddenly felt there was no point in hiding. Li Jinglong dragged his hands down Hongjun’s chest and abs before wrapping his fingers around his burning arousal. Hongjun flushed at his touch.
“Why aren’t you touching me?” Li Jinglong said.
Breath quickening, Hongjun took Li Jinglong’s cock in hand. He heard Li Jinglong ask, “Like it?”
Hongjun nodded. Li Jinglong swept him off his feet and laid him back down on the bed, hands braced on either side of him as he gazed down at Hongjun. Hongjun couldn’t resist arching his back to press himself closer. Last time, Li Jinglong had unerringly sought out Hongjun’s most sensitive spots as he stroked him to climax. Hongjun had etched that night into his memory and revisited it countless times since.
“Touch me,” Hongjun pleaded softly, hoping Li Jinglong would do the same again.
“No.” Li Jinglong refused stoically. “Why should I? Always asking Gege to touch you—I didn’t know you were so needy for it.”
Hongjun flushed crimson. But in the next moment, Li Jinglong did something that nearly gave him a nosebleed—he took himself in hand and pressed his thick cock to Hongjun’s, rubbing against him. This felt even better than Li Jinglong’s hand; the sensations were more direct, more powerful. Hongjun moaned.
“Is Gege big?”
“Yes…” Hongjun’s abs were smeared with wetness, though whether it was his or Li Jinglong’s, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was Li Jinglong was on top of him, and they were kissing without a moment’s pause, lips and tongues intertwined. Hongjun clung to Li Jinglong as they gasped for breath, yearning to hold each other so close they merged into one.
Hongjun was nearly at his limit. He splayed a palm on Li Jinglong’s chest and pushed him away to catch his breath. As he quietly studied Li Jinglong’s handsome face, he couldn’t help but recall his dream, where both of them were kids. He reached out to caress Li Jinglong’s cheek, feeling as if the decade that had gone by since the events of that dream had passed in one snap of his fingers.
“What are you thinking about?” Li Jinglong asked.
“You.” Hongjun laughed, then wound his arms around Li Jinglong’s neck and drew him down into another kiss.
When they next broke apart, Li Jinglong asked in a low voice, “Can I put it in?”
Hongjun blinked, perplexed. Put it in? Put it in where? “What?”
“In you,” Li Jinglong said in a whisper. “I want to be inside you.”
Abruptly, Hongjun remembered those acts Li Jinglong had described in detail as they staked out the brothel months ago. Embarrassment once again washed over him—but this time, it was laced with pleasure. He couldn’t have described how it felt even if he’d wanted to; at that moment, words escaped him.
He nodded, swallowing hard. Li Jinglong asked again, “Will you let me?”
“O-okay.” Hongjun’s nerves hummed with apprehension—yet beneath that was a secret anticipation, as if he was about to experience the fullest expression of Li Jinglong’s love for him.
“But how do we do it?” Hongjun touched the considerable length of Li Jinglong’s cock; it seemed like an impossible endeavor.
Li Jinglong climbed off the bed and rummaged through the garments strewn over the ground until he found the small box he’d bought in the marketplace near the pier.
“What’s that?” Hongjun asked.
“Grease.” Li Jinglong scooped up a few fingers’ worth and wiped it on Hongjun’s palm. He motioned for Hongjun to close his hand around his cock and lubricate it. “Be generous.”
The flush on Hongjun’s cheeks spread all the way to the base of his ears. He greased Li Jinglong from head to hilt, measuring his approximate length with his spread fingers—at almost a foot long, he was enormous.
Li Jinglong at last began to feel bashful as he reached a hand between Hongjun’s legs and smeared the remaining grease over his entrance. “Please take care of me,” he teased.
Hongjun burst into laughter at the unexpected quip. Li Jinglong wrapped his arms around him, pressing their foreheads together, and said affectionately, “Try to bear with me.”
“Go on, then.”
Li Jinglong was painfully hard. He positioned himself between Hongjun’s legs and pushed in, stretching Hongjun open.
Hongjun yelped at the unexpected spike of pain. “Ow…it hurts!”
“Just hang on a minute longer—”
“No way! It hurts too much!” Hongjun cried out again, and Li Jinglong slowly pulled out.
Hongjun felt like he’d been about to split open. As he brooded in silence, Li Jinglong laughed. “It’s fine. We can try again next time.”
“Why does it hurt so bad?!”