He was deeply touched, feeling an endless depth of emotion. Suddenly, he realized
that a certain part of someone him, was growing increasingly hard and hot. Huai En's
breathing became somewhat unsteady.
His fingers had already reached inside, gliding along the inner walls with the aid of
the ointment, causing a sensation of intense warmth.
Xiao Bao turned his head and said, "What are you doing, applying medicine or what?
Now, pull your finger out!!"
Huai En, realizing his action, reluctantly withdrew his finger but continued to
inappropriately knead Xiao Bao's buttocks.
The touches were too sensual, causing
Xiao Bao's face to heat up as if it was about to explode.
Recalling the traumatic experience from the other day, Xiao Bao couldn't bear it any
longer. He slapped Huai En's hand away, "Stop touching me... I've told you, I'm not...
I'm not okay down there..." Finishing his sentence, he felt like crying, wondering how
he had ended up in a situation where he was discussing the current state of his
backside with another man.
Huai En's expression was one of frustration, a look familiar to many men, indicative
of unfulfilled desires.
He took Xiao Bao's hand and placed it inside his shirt, onto his heated skin, asking,
"What should we do?" with an entitled demeanor that suggested Xiao Bao should take responsibility.
Xiao Bao was tempted to hit him, questioning what he was supposed to do in such a situation. It wasn't as if he had invited himself into Huai En's room or had done
anything to provoke him.
However, considering his own predicament, Xiao Bao suggested, albeit reluctantly,
"How about I help you relieve yourself?"
Huai En didn't object, unceremoniously moving Xiao Bao further into the bed and
lying down beside him.
Truth be told, Xiao Bao felt a rush of excitement. Admiring the beauty under the
moonlight, he found Huai En increasingly attractive. Holding such a breathtakingly
beautiful person in his arms, Xiao Bao felt his life as a man was complete.
Being so close to Huai En was something Xiao Bao had never dared to dream of
before. Regardless of physical satisfaction, his heart was filled with joy. This was an
unprecedented experience for him; lying in bed was usually just for business, but this
was the first time he had someone he could just look at and hold closely, feeling an
intimate bond and happiness.
Huai En indeed possessed many admirable qualities. He was not only skilled in
martial arts and possessed great courage but also appeared to be a person of a cool
exterior yet warm heart. Xiaobao believed that once Huai En truly fell for someone, he
would be utterly devoted. Xiaobao was determined to be that person.
Moved by his feelings, Xiaobao leaned in to kiss Huai En. Huai En frowned slightly
but did not resist, allowing Xiaobao to kiss and gently bite his lips while Xiaobao's
hands wandered under Huai En's clothes, caressing his skin.
Huai En found he quite liked the feel of Xiaobao's body—soft, smooth, and emitting
a fresh, warm scent. The sight of Xiaobao's fair, delicate skin marked by red imprints
from his touch was pleasing, and holding Xiaobao felt comfortable. Huai En didn't
know if all humans felt like this to the touch and wasn't curious to find out.
To him, such physical aspects were meaningless. Beauty was superficial; beneath the skin, three inches down, were merely bones. His mother had been renowned for her beauty in the Jiangnan region, and he had been acknowledged for his handsome appearance from a young age, but he saw no benefit in such superficial judgments.
People who judged by appearances were shallow. Initially, Xiaobao's appearance had
triggered Huai En's aversion.
However, Huai En recognized that the person in his arms was no different from the
despicable figure he had once detested—lustful, vulgar, and inept. Yet, something was
different now.
Huai En could no longer ponder on these thoughts as Xiaobao's hand rhythmically
stroked his genitalia, occasionally touching the sensitive tip, making Huai En struggle
to control his urge to dominate the person on top of him.
Seeing Huai En lost in the moment brought joy to Xiaobao. As someone who never
missed an opportunity despite repeated failures, Xiaobao continued his fervent
ministrations while stealthily applying some ointment and exploring further with his
hand, taking advantage of Huai En's distracted state to intensify their intimacy
without Huai En's immediate realization.
Xiao Bao mustered the courage to gently poke inside with his finger. Immediately,
Huai En reacted as if electrocuted, springing up and kicking Xiao Bao off the bed.
(Kipzi - ah the old finger up the butt. )
Landing on his already sore buttocks, Xiao Bao yelped incoherently, curling up and
rolling on the ground in pain.
Huai En, with a dark expression, stepped down and gave him another light kick,
asking, "What were you trying to do?"
Tears streaking his face, Xiao Bao looked up at him pitifully, "Aren't you human? My
injury hasn't even healed. What difference does it make if you do it once more? You've
done it several times already."
Unfortunately, Huai En was less than compassionate, and Xiao Bao's righteous
indignation fell on deaf ears.
Grabbing the collar of his shirt, Huai En flung him back onto the bed and began
undressing, remarking, "It seems you've recovered quite well."
Terrified, Xiao Bao's fantasies of a willing and undressing beauty faded, and he
desperately waved his hands, "No, no, no, please, it really hasn't healed. I won't dare
again, I truly won't, please, Lord Huai En, spare me, spare me." Xiao Bao was almost
kneeling in plea.
Huai En ignored his pleas, dropped his clothes, and advanced, causing Xiao Bao to
scream and shrink back into the bed.
Grabbing his ankles, Huai En pulled him out, "What are you afraid of? I'll be gentle,
just three times."
Xiao Bao screamed, "Nonsense! You don't know the meaning of gentle. You hurt me
terribly. With your terrible skills, three times? You're trying to kill me."
Huai En froze, his face darkening ominously.
He realized he enjoyed doing this with Jin Xiao Bao, but Jin Xiao Bao did not enjoy it
with him. Yet, why was that? After all, Jin Xiao Bao had once confessed his affection
for him.
This really hurt, didn't it? With such a small and superficial wound, how much could
it possibly hurt? He had grown up accustomed to injuries, never once complaining about the pain. Why then did Jin Xiaobao seem so delicate?
Moreover, he mentioned his lack of skill, something he couldn't understand. Did this
activity also require technique?
With too many unanswered questions, his mood quickly soured.
He asked in a deep voice, "Do you dislike doing this with me?"
Xiaobao was left speechless.
"If you say you like me, then why don't you enjoy doing it with me?"
Stammering, Xiaobao said, "I...I like you... It's not that I dislike doing...this with
you...but it...hurts, so...I can't do it right now..."
Huai En's expression softened slightly; he understood that Jin Xiaobao was indeed
too pampered, unable to bear even the slightest injury.
He then asked, "What do you mean by my lack of skill?"
"Uh..." Xiaobao cautiously began, "It means...if the technique was better...it
wouldn't hurt."
"Really? How should it be done?"
Xiaobao, attempting to please, started to smile, "If you let me do it once, you'll..."
Upon seeing Huai En's darkening expression, he immediately fell silent.
Seeing the assertive stance of Huai En's lower body, Xiaobao realized his situation
was more perilous than fortunate.
Thus, with a resigned courage, preferring it over inability to proceed, he suggested,
"Let's try something new today."
"Let's try something new today," Xiaobao suggested. Huai En looked at him, puzzled.
"Sit down," Xiaobao said, pulling his hand and pushing him onto the bed.
Swallowing hard and mentally preparing himself, Xiaobao reminded himself that
this was the person he liked, even though it was another man.
Huai En watched as Xiaobao, kneeling on the bed, closed his eyes, lowered his
head, and took him into his mouth.
The dual stimulation of sight and touch made Huai En moan involuntarily, his voice
low and trembling, stirring emotions. For a moment, Xiaobao didn't mind having a
man's part in his mouth, focused solely on making him feel good.
Although Xiaobao lacked experience in this, he was well-versed in being on the
receiving end of such attentions.
His tongue skillfully moved over Huai En, circling, then stroking up and down,
causing Huai En's thighs to tremble. Huai En grasped Xiaobao's hair, steadying him
as he began to move, which was difficult for Xiaobao. His mouth was full of saliva and
the large piece, and he couldn't spit it out.
That piece kept pushing into his throat,
and Xiaobao hadn't anticipated Huai En's ability to quickly adapt and excel. He
regretted introducing such a novelty.
Xiaobao's warm, moist mouth was no less intense than other methods, revealing to
Huai En the variety in such acts. Excited beyond control, Huai En felt immense
satisfaction, both physically and emotionally.
Knowing Huai En's stamina, Xiaobao comforted himself, reasoning that he wouldn't need his mouth for eating anytime soon, so it was a win-win situation.
As they were intensely engaged, a sudden rapid knocking at the door forcefully
interrupted them.
"Young master!! Wake up!! Please wake up!! Young master!!! Wake up!!"
Xiaobao, reminded of his duty, tried to get up, but Huai En, not willing to stop at
such a moment, held his head down, continuing his motions.
"Young master!! Please wake up!! The master is having an asthma attack!! He's
delirious!! Get up now!!"
Xiaobao, his eyes wide in shock, somehow found the strength to push Huai En away
and jumped up.