“And then what should I do?” Li Jinglong kissed the shell of Hongjun’s ear.
Finally Hongjun melted, moaning, “Fuck me harder…”
Li Jinglong drove in deep again.
“Ah!” Hongjun cried out, his voice trembling with shock and pleasure. His breathy pants and whines fed the animalistic desire simmering in Li Jinglong; he tilted Hongjun’s chin up and kissed him hungrily once more. He thrust unforgivingly, madly, and Hongjun whimpered into his mouth, clutching Li Jinglong’s firm, muscular arms as he wrapped his legs around his waist. Li Jinglong didn’t stop for even a second, fucking into him over and over until Hongjun broke their kiss to keen loudly, his body racked with tremors. He felt like he was about to piss himself.
“I can’t!” he cried. “Ah—!”
What spilled from him wasn’t piss, but come. Pleasure shuddered through him as the dam broke, his twitching cock covering his chest in a mess of his own spend. As his climax took him, he clenched tight around Li Jinglong, drawing a low moan from him.
Hongjun felt it when Li Jinglong came inside him. Experiencing such pleasure together brought a deep satisfaction, like being submerged in a pool of love.
When they had both gathered themselves, Li Jinglong heaved a long sigh. He propped himself up on his elbows and kissed Hongjun again.
Hongjun was exhausted; his body felt limp, and the flush had yet to recede from his neck and chest. He stared dazedly up at Li Jinglong, who said, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Hongjun said softly, gazing into his eyes.
“I love you.”
“I know.” Hongjun began to laugh.
“I love you!” Li Jinglong declared. “I love you, you hear me?” His expression was a mix of exasperation and joy; he looked so young right now, like he’d gone back in time.
“I know!” Hongjun answered. He pressed a hand against Li Jinglong’s chest. “Pull out.”
“No.” Li Jinglong flatly refused, rendering Hongjun speechless. Instead, he embraced Hongjun and pushed in deeper.
Hongjun was quick to beg for mercy. “No, no—that feels weird!”
“I won’t move,” Li Jinglong said. “Just let me hold you like this.”
After two failed attempts, Li Jinglong had finally managed this maneuver successfully—he was reluctant to pull out, lest Hongjun refuse him the next time he tried. Now that he’d come down from his climax, Hongjun wanted nothing more than to rest a minute, yet Li Jinglong refused to detach himself.
“Do you love me or not?” Li Jinglong demanded.
Resigned, Hongjun stopped protesting. Fortunately, Li Jinglong had softened significantly after coming twice. As long as he didn’t move, it was all right. Li Jinglong shifted onto his side and draped Hongjun’s leg over his waist as he pulled him close, angling his hips to sit more snugly inside Hongjun.
After panting for a while, Hongjun felt his heart begin to slow. Li Jinglong pressed a kiss to his lips. “Let’s have a chat,” he suggested.
“About what?” Hongjun asked, wondering how he could convince this clingy bastard to let him go for a bit.
“Say you miss me, something like that,” Li Jinglong replied. “Do you like Gege more now?”
Hongjun caressed his face. “I do.”
They had been so lost in their own desire that only now did they realize—they seemed to have done something quite scandalous.
“Marry me, then?” Li Jinglong asked earnestly. Hongjun’s breath quickened. Li Jinglong said, “If you don’t reply, I’ll take it as a yes.”
At the same moment, Hongjun felt Li Jinglong stiffen inside him again.
“Pull out,” Hongjun begged. “You’re hard again.”
Gripping Hongjun’s hips to keep him in place, Li Jinglong flipped them so that he was once again pressing Hongjun down into the bed. “First promise me you’ll be my wife.”
Hongjun’s eyes went wide. Li Jinglong started thrusting again, brooking no refusal. Hongjun had only come once; he felt an instant surge of arousal again. “O—okay,” he stuttered.
Li Jinglong wrapped his arms around him, pressing chest to chest. “What should you call me?”
“What should I call… Ah!”
Li Jinglong considered briefly. “I still prefer ‘Gege.’ Call me that.”
“Ge—Gege.” Hongjun was once again drowning in pleasure. Exhausted and overstimulated, he whined, “No… No more!”
Li Jinglong pulled him upright, then lay back on the bed so Hongjun was straddling his hips. “Do it yourself—unless you’re too tired and don’t want it.”
Hongjun sat up straight and reached behind him. He was shocked to discover only half of Li Jinglong’s cock was inside, despite how deep he was. Shivers raced up his spine. He did want Li Jinglong to pull out—but he felt empty without that heat inside him. Unable to resist, he lowered his hips, letting that massive girth fill him to the brim.
Li Jinglong chuckled. “Want more?”
As Hongjun warred with himself, Li Jinglong said, “If you want it, then take it. Do it yourself.”
Face flushed, Hongjun furrowed his brow as he hovered over Li Jinglong’s hips. He could feel the head of Li Jinglong’s cock bumping against that spot in him that made his scalp tingle. Li Jinglong nudged Hongjun’s legs wider and gripped his waist, instructing him to rock lightly atop him. Hongjun cried out—in this position, Li Jinglong’s length pressed directly against that spot, grinding mercilessly. A few moments were all it took for violent tremors to overtake him, and he moaned loudly, begging for mercy.
Li Jinglong motioned for Hongjun to turn around so they were chest to back, facing the mirror. His cock was still inside Hongjun as he repositioned himself to take him from behind. “Look up,” he said.
Hongjun glimpsed their reflections. Shame rose in him at the sight of his spread legs, erect cock, and Li Jinglong’s girth stretching him from behind, and he turned his face aside. “Don’t—don’t do that.”
After another kiss, Li Jinglong asked softly, “Can Gege put all of it in?”
Before Hongjun could answer, he snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt.
Hongjun’s eyes went round. He could feel Li Jinglong’s cock pierce him through, pressing snug against the deepest part of him, as if on the verge of forcing something open.
“Don’t!” Hongjun wailed. “It’s too deep… No—wait!”
Li Jinglong held his breath, and Hongjun panted, not daring to move. He felt like some unknown place inside him had been breached as Li Jinglong drove in, impaling him to the core. Almost all of Li Jinglong’s length was inside him now. His belly ached, but in the next instant he felt a strange surge of pleasure.
Seeing Hongjun jerk upright, taut as a bowstring, Li Jinglong grew nervous. “Does it hurt?”
Hongjun couldn’t name what he was feeling. He gasped out, “It’s too deep!”
Li Jinglong began to rock his hips slowly. Hongjun sobbed; an inexplicable sensation surged over him as Li Jinglong filled him to the brim. He no longer felt simple pleasure when Li Jinglong’s cock rammed against that spot; instead, he felt electricity arc through him as Li Jinglong forced him open, lighting his nerves on fire and driving him out of his mind.
To Li Jinglong, it seemed as if Hongjun had given himself over to him completely. He didn’t dare move too violently; he fucked Hongjun gently, listening for every gasp and moan. Gaze slack, Hongjun tilted his head to look at Li Jinglong, his lips lightly parted and his eyes glassy, as if overcome by a dizzy spell. Seeing him like this, Li Jinglong couldn’t resist kissing him fiercely.
Neither knew how long they went on this way until Hongjun moaned, “I… I’m gonna come.”
The jut of Li Jinglong’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Together,” he murmured. “I’ll give it to you—I’ll give you everything.”
Li Jinglong quickened his pace, and Hongjun came first, spilling pearly fluid onto the sheets. Li Jinglong scooped up his come and pressed his fingers to Hongjun’s lips, and Hongjun, barely conscious, sucked them clean. The sensation tipped Li Jinglong over the edge, and he spilled inside him.
At last he gingerly pulled out, his breathing coming in heavy pants. Stomach aching dully, Hongjun complained, “You went too deep.”
“I won’t next time.” Li Jinglong, upon returning to his senses, thought he’d gone overboard as well. He gathered Hongjun into his arms and kissed him. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Hongjun said. In those final moments, he had entrusted himself entirely to Li Jinglong, holding nothing back. Even now, he shuddered lightly as wave upon wave of lingering passion washed over him.
“Look out the window,” Li Jinglong suggested. “We’ve left Chang’an.”
“I’ll pass.” Hongjun buried his face in Li Jinglong’s chest. “I’m so tired…”
“Do you want to put it inside me too?” Li Jinglong asked softly, arm snug around Hongjun. “I’ll do anything for you. It doesn’t matter who’s in what position.”
Hongjun burst out laughing. He nuzzled into Li Jinglong’s chest, peeking at him one-eyed with the gaze of a man drunk on love. Li Jinglong brushed his lips against his cheek and pulled the blankets over them.
“Not right now,” Hongjun said.
“Mm.” Li Jinglong kissed him again and again. The ship sailed gently down the Yellow River, rocking Hongjun into a sound sleep.