Xiaobao felt a buzzing in his head, as if all the blood in his body had instantly surged to the top of his skull. He felt as if he had been stripped of his pants in the middle of the street, so embarrassed that he wanted to cry.
As the only son of the wealthiest man in Jiangnan, from officials in four provinces to the common people, many depended on his family for their livelihood. No one had ever dared to treat him with such indignity. Yet, in Huaien's eyes, he seemed no different from the lowliest entertainers in the pleasure quarters, even worse, offering himself without expecting anything in return.
He truly felt that Huai en only came close to him when he needed to vent.
After using him, he could just be cast aside, to be picked up again when needed. And he couldn't even express his grievances, or else he'd be met with cold indifference or even violence.
He loved him, thus he tolerated his selfishness and his capriciousness.
But could it be that this person truly had no heart? Just a moment ago, he comforted himself, thinking of the righteousness of giving without expecting anything in return, and how difficult it was to achieve that.
Seeing Xiaobao lower his head with a flushed face, Huai en thought he was shy. Feeling a surge of desire, he picked him up and pressed him onto the bed.
Huai en's hands eagerly tore at Xiaobao's clothes, kissing and nibbling delicately on the skin of his chest and neck, while one hand ventured into his pants to roughly knead his buttocks. Slowly, he took a tender nipple into his mouth, and his hand moved lower to gently probe and tease Xiaobao's entrance.
Xiaobao felt both ashamed and sad, knowing resistance was futile.
Thinking of the ordeal to come and his miserable situation, he couldn't help but feel a wave of sorrow, his eyes souring as he raised an arm to cover them, the other hand clutching tightly at the bedsheets, resigning himself to Huai en's will.
Huai en, seeing his actions, was not surprised. Xiaobao had cried in front of him more than once, especially in bed, always begging through his tears.
He knew Xiaobao was delicate and prone to crying, so it wouldn't be unusual for him not to shed tears. He didn't mind, especially now, with his desires burning fiercely, leaving no room for anything else in his mind.
Huan En squeezed between Xiaobao's legs, his body pressing heavily on Xiaobao's. He buried his head, taking the round little lump into his mouth.
His tongue licked it repeatedly, then he slowly used his teeth to rub back and forth, making it wet and sticky. The pinkish lump was now covered in lascivious moisture. Xiaobao squirmed uncomfortably under his touch, wriggling back and forth. Huan En inserted his hands between Xiaobao's thighs, spreading them apart and pressing them on each side. Xiaobao shuddered with his movements, looking even more pitiful.
Huan En lowered his head and looked at the soft, drooping thing between Xiaobao's legs. His slender fingers slid down the soft sack, feeling the gradual tightening in the cold air. With every fold, he could clearly see the pinkish hue inside. He could immediately insert himself into it, stirring vigorously inside, as it enveloped him tightly, draining all his energy. He would stretch it to its maximum, revealing a deep passage until it couldn't close even after he withdrew, slowly leaking his fluids, declaring that it all belonged to him alone!
Huan En's lower body throbbed with a painful swell, his erection towering upwards. The moist tip rubbed against Xiaobao's thighs incessantly but didn't penetrate. He remembered that if he didn't open it up properly, Xiaobao would be in a lot of pain, unable to walk properly the next day.
So, patiently, he used his fingers to slowly stretch him out. This place was just too tight; even inserting one finger was difficult. He kept massaging around the opening, gradually inserting his finger and circling inside, expanding it. The moist, soft, warm passage made him constantly fantasize about the feeling when his other self went in. He looked at his lower body; his phallus was already bulging with veins, really pushing the limit.
With one hand, he lifted Xiaobao's hips, guiding his own member towards that tight opening. Though tight, the lubrication worked well.
When he managed to enter just the tip, Xiaobao gasped, his whole body tensing up. Huan En massaged his buttocks, urging him to relax. As
Xiaobao began to relax and take a breath, Huan En felt the softness there and thrust in with determination.
Xiaobao let out a short sob and then sealed the rest of his moans in his mouth.
The pleasure of being tightly wrapped and sucked in spread throughout his body. Huan En let out a satisfied long sigh and slowly moved in and out of the passage a few times, allowing Xiaobao to adjust to him before starting a torrential thrusting. Huan En's slender waist moved frantically back and forth, and Xiaobao was pushed forward by his vigorous movements.
Huan En then firmly held Xiaobao's hips to pull him back, ensuring that each thrust went deeper and was more thorough. Finally, he planted both hands on Xiaobao's sides, trapping his thighs between his arms and his lower body. This position left Xiaobao with nowhere to hide, making it even easier for Huan En to penetrate deeply with every thrust.
Xiaobao initially whimpered, but later he bit his lip tightly, refusing to make a sound.
Lost in his carnal desires, Huan En didn't even notice Xiaobao's abnormality until after the first climax. As he lay next to Xiaobao resting, he realized that Xiaobao was different today—neither initiating nor crying out. Usually, Xiaobao would tend to his own desires halfway through, but today... Huan En glanced down and saw that Xiaobao's member still hung lifelessly between his legs.
Huan En sensed something was wrong. He propped himself up and saw Xiaobao still covering his face with his arm. He pulled his arm away and was shocked to find Xiaobao's face streaked with tears, his eyes swollen and red, his nostrils flaring rapidly. There were small specks of blood on his lips. He had seen Xiaobao cry before, but never with such profound sadness.
Huan En felt like his heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand, making it difficult to breathe. He had never seen Xiaobao like this before, and he started to panic.
"What... what's wrong? Are you in pain?" Huan En leaned in to inspect Xiaobao's groin, being careful not to cause any further harm.
Xiaobao's tears flowed even more violently. Under normal circumstances, he would have faced Huan En's scolding and disdain for such worthless tears. He knew his tears were cheap, and he couldn't blame
Huan En for looking down on him. After all, Huan En didn't see him as a man at all.
Huan En grew impatient. "What's wrong with you? Where does it hurt?
Tell me!"
"You..." Xiaobao's voice was hoarse as he asked softly, "Do you only see me for this..." Asking such a question made him feel like a nagging wife.
He couldn't understand how he, a man, could be reduced to this. In the past, when he was chasing after a certain young lady, he had done things to please her, even humbling himself to the ground. But never had he felt such shame and sadness.
Huan En was puzzled. "What are you talking about?"
Xiaobao looked at him, gritting his teeth, and finally asked the question he had been pondering for so long. "Huan En, can you tell me if there's...
any possibility that you might like me? If you say yes, no matter how long it takes, no matter what happens, I will treat you as well as before, even better than before."
Huan En felt his cheeks burning intensely. He hadn't expected Xiaobao to be so direct with his question, especially since he had just been contemplating how to handle Xiaobao. Now he felt completely clueless, yet Xiaobao seemed to be demanding a... commitment from him. He felt embarrassed and frustrated, as if he had been exposed.
Turning his head away, Huan En didn't want Xiaobao to see his flushed face. "You... you're talking nonsense."
Xiaobao felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, his warmth and affection stabbed through with ice blades. By the time he snapped out of it, tears had blurred his vision.
Through the mist of tears, he saw Huan En's face looming larger in front of him, the tears roughly wiped away.
"Why are you still crying? Are your eyes leaking like a well, or have you lost your manhood? Even women aren't as pathetic as you." His frustration with the tears led him to wonder how someone could be so useless, yet he couldn't bring himself to harm him.
Xiaobao's hand, seemingly guided by its own will, lifted and delivered a slap to Huan En's face.
Caught off guard, Huan En was stunned by the blow. Only belatedly did Xiaobao realize his fear, but it was too late to retract. Summoning his courage, his voice trembling, he exclaimed, "So what if I cry a lot? What's it
to you? If you don't like me, fine, I've known that all along. But you don't have to treat me like this! You don't like me, why do you keep bothering with me? If I touch you, you get mad; if you do something, it lasts all night.
I'm in pain, yet you won't let me cry. Why don't you try lying down there yourself for once?!" His voice choked with emotion towards the end, thick with nasal congestion.
Huan En remained stunned, unable to react.
Xiaobao, without restraint, cleared his throat and ranted through tears, "You're nothing but despicable! You lack any sense of decency! How did I ever see anything in you? I treated you so well, yet you're so ungrateful! If you're bothered by me, why didn't you just push me away? Why do you keep burdening me all the time? Since you didn't want to be on the bottom, I was willing! I didn't want to pressure you, but you're taking advantage of me too much! I must owe you something in a past life!" With each word, he felt increasingly pitiful, crying out loud without holding back, as if he needed to let out all the pent-up grievances.
Huan En watched Xiaobao cry openly on the bed like a child, unable to summon any anger. If it were anyone else being so disrespectful to him, he would have dealt with them harshly. Yet Xiaobao's tearful outpouring only made him feel intensely uncomfortable.
Xiaobao now held a different place in his heart. Even if their relationship didn't mirror that of his parents, he couldn't fathom engaging in such intimacy with anyone else in his lifetime, nor could he summon the same level of patience for another.
He acknowledged that he had caused Xiaobao pain because of his own feelings for him, even though he didn't fully understand what it meant to like someone, especially Xiaobao.
Unable to provide an immediate answer, his only desire was to cease Xiaobao's tears and alleviate his distress. Xiaobao had long yearned for him to treat him with the affection his father showed his mother, to reciprocate that "liking." Given this, why not grant him that?
Huan En lifted Xiaobao into his arms, holding him close, and whispered softly, "Please, stop crying, Xiaobao. I need to share something with you."
Gradually, Xiaobao's sobs subsided, allowing a moment of calm.
Huan En leaned in closer, his voice barely audible as he confessed, "Regarding what you said earlier... I believe I can develop feelings for you..."
Xiaobao turned to him abruptly, but Huan En's gaze darted away, too bashful to meet his eyes.
"I'm uncertain about what it truly means to like someone, but I vow not to treat anyone else as I have treated you. If I were to develop feelings for anyone, it would undoubtedly be you. Would that be acceptable to you?"
Xiaobao's expression was one of utter disbelief, unable to comprehend what he had just heard.
"Do you grasp the significance? It's only you I feel this way about. If... in the future... I could be your... partner... in the manner of a spouse... I believe I could..." Huan En struggled to express himself, feeling a mix of embarrassment and urgency. He wanted to convey his willingness to treat Xiaobao as his significant other, though uncertain if he could offer the "liking" Xiaobao desired. Nevertheless, Xiaobao would always be the one he saw as his partner.
Without warning, Xiaobao's hands reached up to grip Huan En's shoulders, his voice quivering with the sudden rush of hope as he asked, "Is it truly possible?"
Huan En nodded solemnly, his commitment evident.
Xiaobao felt like he might faint at any moment. If this were a dream, he wouldn't have to face the cruel awakening. He had dreamt countless times of Huan En liking him, but it had never come true. So now, he couldn't fully believe this was real.
His eyes began to sting again, threatening to blur everything. He feared that once he could see clearly, the beautiful scene before him would vanish.
Huan En held Xiaobao's waist tightly, gently licking away the tears forming at the corners of his eyes. "Xiaobao, it's true. I wouldn't lie to you."
This tender feeling in his heart flowed quietly, so unfamiliar that it made him somewhat afraid. Yet, the overwhelming warmth was too beautiful, giving him a sense of truly being alive. His heart swelled with it, and he realized that aside from the person in his arms, he had no desires for anyone or anything else in the world. Was this what contentment felt like?
Kipzi - For what he said about women ._. The rest was cute though.