Chapter 56

Chapter 56

The overhead light wasn’t on, only a small bedside lamp, but it was enough to illuminate most of the bed. The warm yellow light, like a lover’s gaze, fell on them, ambiguous and hazy.

Jiang Chen was held down by Ling Sheng, sitting on the edge of the bed, Ling Sheng straddling him with his legs apart.

He was wearing a white shirt underneath a beige knitted cardigan today; he had already taken the cardigan off in the living room earlier.

Ling Sheng’s fingers moved from top to bottom, undoing the buttons one by one. As the shirt slowly opened, fair and delicate skin and distinct collarbones were gradually revealed. Embracing the fantasy and expectation of what might happen, everything before his eyes became a catalyst. Blood rapidly coursed through his body, pressing on his heart, making his breathing increasingly rapid. The fingers gripping his waist seemed to want to dig into his flesh.

Ling Sheng watched, seemingly intentionally, a smile playing on his lips, his movements becoming even slower.

The two had intimate contact before. Although the lights weren’t on, his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and he could see the general outlines. But Jiang Chen had never seen Ling Sheng’s body in such bright light.

He had lived in a dormitory before. He had seen guys shirtless and running around in their underwear, but never had he been so expectant and excited.

Ling Sheng’s body was slender, a little on the thin side, without Jiang Chen’s obvious muscle contours. But his muscles had just the right amount of flexibility, and his skin was smooth and flawless. Every inch of his muscle was pearly white and delicate. Just looking at it, he could almost feel its smooth texture.

The outline of his chest muscles could be seen through his open shirt, and below were faint abdominal muscles, not blocky but shallow, vertical grooves that visually narrowed his waist.

Ling Sheng wanted to stand up. As soon as he raised his waist, Jiang Chen, thinking he was going to leave, reached out and pressed down on his waist, forcing him back down onto his lap.

Losing his balance, Ling Sheng leaned forward, instinctively pressing his hands forward to steady himself, but his hands landed on a certain spot. Jiang Chen groaned, his abs tensing, and he bent his legs.

This caused Ling Sheng to slide forward, his hands landing on the taut, firm abs, while he was sitting exactly where Jiang Chen had pressed.

Jiang Chen instantly tensed up from the touch. He uncontrollably slid his hands to his back, feeling the warm, soft skin, and pressed his palms against his spine, wanting to pull him in for a kiss.

But Ling Sheng raised a hand to his lips.

“Don’t rush.”

Impossible, he was especially anxious. Jiang Chen felt sweat breaking out on his forehead. The hand pressing on his spine kneaded the flesh in his palm, moving his waist, instinctively grinding against him through their pants.

Ling Sheng was only wearing dress pants. Jiang Chen could feel every movement clearly.

His breathing also became unsteady, but he still restrained his movements, not rushing. In reality, his fingers were trembling as he unbuckled his belt, and under Jiang Chen’s direct and ardent gaze, he felt his waist go weak and his toes curl involuntarily.

Ling Sheng pulled out the belt and threw it onto the floor, then unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper.

He bent his long, straight legs, placing them on either side of Jiang Chen’s hips. Because they were rarely exposed to the sun, unlike Jiang Chen’s who were tanned from playing basketball outside, these legs had no marks at all, only a faint redness on the knees from the fabric.

The muscles in his calves were taut, stretching into distinct lines. Ling Sheng was much more nervous than he showed.

The warm-colored light was soft, as if coating his body with a fuzzy warmth. He was beautiful, like a piece of warm jade, warm to the touch. Ling Sheng seemed calm, but there was still a hint of flinching and apprehension in his eyes.

Jiang Chen stared intently, his eyes filled with an almost obsessive focus. He rubbed the muscles in his calves, as if to help him relax, or perhaps to play with him. His hands moved upwards, the feeling under his palms becoming increasingly soft. He remembered the last time he and Xu Peiya went to buy sweets and bought freshly made mochi. If you pressed your finger lightly into it, it would sink in, and the cream would spill out from between your fingers, leaving pitiful finger marks.

Ling Sheng could no longer remain calm under his caress. He rubbed Jiang Chen’s flushed, burning earlobe, letting out a soft gasp.

Jiang Chen stared for a while, his eyes with a kind of mesmerized focus. He leaned closer, kissing him, his rough tongue scraping across him. Ling Sheng hugged his head, unable to resist leaning in and rubbing against him.

“Do you like it?” Ling Sheng’s voice was uncontrollably trembling as he spoke, the end of his words a little unsteady.

Jiang Chen was still wearing his pajamas. He was kneeling on him, seen clearly.

For the first time in ten years, he was being seen so clearly and completely under the light.

Jiang Chen couldn’t bother answering. He was almost bewitched by what he was seeing. He directly wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed him onto the bed, like a child who had wandered into a candy store. He wanted to touch this, lick that, truly hoping he could grow three heads, six arms, and nine mouths so he could get enough.

“You’re so beautiful…” Jiang Chen’s head nuzzled him, the stubble on his chin scratching the spot he had just been attending to, a tickling, numb, and painful sensation, yet also with a hint of stimulating pleasure.

Ling Sheng had long been softened at the waist by his caresses, the corners of his eyes a faint, flushed red. He pulled him up for a kiss. Jiang Chen lay on top of him, pressing against him, kissing him intensely and desperately. He was completely open and receptive, as if he didn’t care even if Jiang Chen swallowed him whole.

Sticky saliva slowly flowed from their parted mouths. Ling Sheng was kissed to the point of being a little oxygen-deprived. With great effort, he moved away slightly, gasped for breath, and said, “Drawer… drawer.”

Jiang Chen crawled over and opened the drawer. He only glanced at it before scooping up everything inside and throwing it onto the bed.

They were all still new, unopened.

Jiang Chen knelt on the bed, naturally recognizing the small, square boxes. He then looked at the words written on the bottle. He roughly knew what it was but didn’t know how to use it.

“I’ll teach you.” Ling Sheng reached out and pulled the bottle over, tearing off the packaging, but his hands were sweaty and trembling, and he couldn’t open the bottle for a moment.

Jiang Chen was also a little anxious. He snatched the bottle from his hand. He hadn’t used it before and was in a hurry, almost violently breaking the bottle. When he finally managed to open it, the liquid inside flowed onto his hand, dripping onto the sheets and Ling Sheng’s body. He was a little at a loss, instinctively looking at Ling Sheng.

Ling Sheng’s forehead was also covered in sweat. He didn’t say much, casually capped the bottle and threw it onto the floor, grabbing his wrist.

Jiang Chen’s hands were big, his fingers long and powerful, capable of gripping a basketball with one hand. Once, Hua Shao had dropped a ring into a drain on the ground. He tried several times but couldn’t get it out. In the end, Jiang Chen helped him retrieve it. His middle finger went into the pipe, feeling along the inner wall. His fingertip quickly touched the ring, and he reached further in, lightly hooking it out.

Ling Sheng hadn’t had any in a long time either, and now, with the lights on, facing the boy he loved most, the psychological stimulation alone was already enough. No skills were needed; Ling Sheng’s reaction was already exceptionally strong.

Jiang Chen paused for a moment, but when he saw Ling Sheng looking over with watery eyes, the expression in them pleading and exceptionally alluring, it instantly aroused the desire to mistreat him in his body. He had never thought he would enjoy seeing someone cry.

Ling Sheng quickly couldn’t take it anymore. His head was tilted back, his neck stretched into a beautiful line. His hand abruptly pressed down on Jiang Chen’s wrist, as if trying to stop him, but he was just holding on tightly.

“Is it good?” Jiang Chen loved seeing Ling Sheng like this, even better than last time, better than any time before. He leaned down, kissing him, even unable to resist biting him with his teeth. But his movements didn’t stop either, “Brother, you’re so beautiful. You’re too beautiful. I really wish you wouldn’t wear clothes, just like this.”

Jiang Chen would never normally say such things, but he discovered that Ling Sheng liked hearing it. Because every time he said it, every time he called him brother, his body trembled more and more violently. Seeing Ling Sheng happy beneath him even surpassed the desire to possess him.

“Brother, did you hear me? Do you like me like this? I’ll listen to you. However you like me, that’s how I’ll be.” Jiang Chen bit his lips, licking his teeth, swallowing the moans at the corner of his mouth.

Ling Sheng panted heavily for a while, gripping his hand tightly, stopping his movements. Just as Jiang Chen was puzzled, he raised his wet eyes, smiling faintly but extremely beautifully, “I like you.”

…

The lights weren’t turned off all night. Ling Sheng was always indulgent. He only slept for half an hour before being woken up again by the person who was too excited to sleep. Jiang Chen was like a treasure hunter who had finally obtained a long-coveted treasure. Even when he held it in his arms, he couldn’t help but kiss and touch it from time to time, reluctant to sleep, reluctant to close his eyes.

Plus, he had already slept during the day and was stimulated by Ling Sheng’s confession. His entire being, from body to mind, was extremely excited. He was exhausted to the point of falling asleep face down, only to be woken up from that position.

Ling Sheng opened his eyes several times, and Jiang Chen’s eyes were always wide and bright, without a trace of sleepiness.

He couldn’t take it anymore but couldn’t bear to refuse, so he simply closed his eyes and let him do as he pleased.

When he woke up again, the lights were off and the curtains were drawn, but he could tell it was daylight outside. He moved slightly and felt soreness and numbness throughout his body.

Ling Sheng wanted to change position, but as soon as he moved, he felt like he had no sensation in his waist. So he sighed and reached out to pat the hand that had been wrapped around his waist.

The person behind him was awakened by his pat, first nuzzling the back of his neck before speaking lazily and contentedly, “Awake?”

Ling Sheng grunted in agreement, the hand on his lower abdomen moving gently, circling as if giving him a massage. He felt his lower abdomen twitch, the soreness making him feel like his bones had melted.

“I need to clean up.” Ling Sheng turned over with great effort, and the two finally separated.

“I cleaned you up.” Jiang Chen hugged him, showering his face with kisses. “You didn’t wake up.”

Ling Sheng didn’t remember. He asked what time it was. Jiang Chen grabbed his phone and looked:

4:32 PM.

A whole day and night had passed.

Ling Sheng couldn’t help but admire his boyfriend’s stamina. He still had no strength in his body.

“I checked online, cleaned you up, and went out to buy medicine to apply to you. I’ll need to apply it again later.” Jiang Chen’s eyes flickered as he said this, “It was my first time… I was a little too excited last night. You didn’t wake up all day.”

Ling Sheng looked at his guilty expression, smiled, reached out to hook his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. “Last night was great.”