Toon Chapter 27

“I missed you too…” Lian Sheng’s butt was supported by the man’s large hands, and his legs were tightly wrapped around the other’s waist. This was the first time he had been away from Zhou Lingchun for so long, and he was already missing him terribly. Seeing Zhou Lingchun shed a tear was like a match lighting a string of firecrackers; big, pearl-sized tears suddenly started pouring from his eyes with a crackling sound.

Zhou Lingchun adjusted him higher, freeing a hand to wipe his tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry.”

Lian Sheng hugged Zhou Lingchun’s neck, burying his head into the man’s shoulder, and said with a sob, “We’ve been apart for so long, what’s wrong with me crying for a bit? You won’t even let me cry.”

Zhou Lingchun slowly stroked Lian Sheng’s back, watching the rear of the car that was already far away and about to disappear. “Auntie is gone?”

“Mhm…”

Lian Sheng cried, soaking the side of Zhou Lingchun’s neck, his face streaked with tears. When he was done crying, he rested his chin on the man’s shoulder, finding it a bit uncomfortable. “Why are you thinner? Didn’t you eat properly while I was gone?”

“I ate.”

Lian Sheng looked at the man’s sharp profile, feeling a pang of heartache. “Then you need to eat more now that I’m back… If you’re too thin, it’s uncomfortable for my face to rest here.” He reached out to feel the muscles on Zhou Lingchun’s arm again. Through the clothes, the area seemed even harder, filled with a sense of power. Lian Sheng felt a little relieved; at least Zhou Lingchun could still carry him.

“Okay.”

The tear tracks on Lian Sheng’s cheeks hadn’t even dried yet, but he grinned. “Now that I’ve been gone, you know how important it is for your wife to be home, right? You’re listening to me obediently this time. Before, you used to scold me when I told you things.”

“…”

After saying that, he suddenly pouted and whispered, “I won’t cause trouble for you anymore either. I’ll listen to you obediently.”

Zhou Lingchun had heard words like this at least five, if not ten, times before. They were as ineffective as when Lian Sheng had promised that afternoon to let him do whatever he wanted that night, only to suddenly change his mind and refuse to let him touch even a finger. But he knew that whenever Lian Sheng said something like this, it meant he was feeling suddenly sad and guilty.

Zhou Lingchun answered seriously, as always, “You don’t need to be obedient. Just be happy.”

Lian Sheng’s eyes narrowed. “Zhou Lingchun, you’re so good to me…”

Such similar words couldn’t help but make Zhou Lingchun recall the summer, when Lian Sheng was clamoring for popsicles from the town. He would wait by the door in the middle of the day, and as soon as he saw a figure, he would rush over, showering him with sweet talk, finally sucking on the popsicle contentedly while draped over the man’s back.

A cold gust of winter wind blew past, and Zhou Lingchun realized that they had spent another year leaning on each other like this.

The two of them were pressed tightly together through their thick clothes. Their faces were cold, but their hearts were warm. The vines that had grown on the stone path in the summer were now withered and yellow in the winter, and the surrounding fields had changed crops.

They walked down the road in an intimate embrace, passing through spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Every weed, every stone, and even the insects sleeping underground waiting for spring’s revival had witnessed them.

As soon as they arrived home, seeing the familiar place, Lian Sheng became as unrestrained as a small leopard reclaiming its territory. He ordered Zhou Lingchun to hang up all the clothes he had brought in the closet one by one. He then lay down on the bed, sucking on a piece of candy and cuddling the cat that had run over.

The warm sunlight shone through the window onto his face. He squinted and rolled over.

His foot was lifted, and realizing that Zhou Lingchun was taking off his shoes, Lian Sheng let the man do it. After all, the man had always waited on him like this. As soon as one shoe was off, Lian Sheng remembered something and struggled with the other foot. “No, I can’t take it off yet. I need to go see Grandma when she wakes up.”

Zhou Lingchun knew that Lian Sheng had delicate skin and would complain about discomfort if he wore shoes for too long. He lowered his head and skillfully took off the other shoe, his movements full of tenderness. “Grandma wakes up late. You can wear something else later.” After removing the shoes, he placed a pair of slippers under the bed for Lian Sheng.

Lian Sheng then used the soles of his feet to push himself and roll further into the bed. The movement was too big, and Orange, displeased, jumped off the windowsill, landing on the floor with a thud. Zhou Lingchun quickly closed the window, looked at the small bundle of a person on the bed, and then scooped Lian Sheng up to kiss him.

Lian Sheng clung tightly to the man again like an octopus, his weight causing the man’s waist to bend. His small tongue tangled with the man’s tongue. After a few stirs, his tongue felt tired, so he obediently opened his mouth and let the man devour him, his inner thighs constantly rubbing against the other’s waist.

The friction through the clothes tickled Zhou Lingchun’s waist. He reached out and pressed down on Lian Sheng’s thigh. Lian Sheng took the opportunity to turn his face away and gasp, complaining, “You finally remembered to kiss my mouth! Before, you couldn’t wait to kiss me on the road, but now we’ve been home for so long before you finally do this!”

His chin was pinched and turned back to face Zhou Lingchun’s dark, deep eyes, which held a lust more intense than the night in the mountains. After a few seconds of eye contact, the man said nothing and fiercely kissed the wet, clever mouth again. This time, the kissing was much rougher, making smacking sounds of saliva, as if he wanted to tear the person apart and swallow him whole. As he bent over and leaned above Lian Sheng, he resembled a fierce beast from the mountains suddenly pinning down a white rabbit with its claws.

Zhou Lingchun had been holding back from touching him, mindful of the cold and wanting Lian Sheng’s body to warm up. Besides, who goes straight to bed the moment they get home in the daytime? It would make it seem like he was only craving Lian Sheng’s body.

But Lian Sheng was clearly craving Zhou Lingchun’s body. Pinned down and kissed, his hands were not idle. His soft, delicate hands slipped under the man’s clothes to feel the abdominal muscles on his strong waist a few times. Satisfied, he went straight down. One hand tugged at the man’s pants, and the other slipped inside to feel the man’s cock. The heavy weight truly felt like a large eggplant. He stroked the man’s hardening member and spoke seductively to the visibly heavy-breathing Zhou Lingchun, “Are you even a man? We’ve been apart for so long, and you won’t give it to me when I want it.”

Although the weather was cold, Zhou Lingchun was hot and sweating all over. Provoked, he immediately reached out and pulled the curtain, then yanked Lian Sheng’s pants halfway down and flipped him over, exposing a pale, tender butt. He couldn’t resist slapping it. The force wasn’t great, but the “smack” sound was embarrassing. He said, “Don’t you know if I’m a man?”

Lian Sheng wasn’t angry about being spanked. With his pants halfway down, only his butt and two thighs were exposed. He was lying on the edge of the bed, sticking out his butt like a puppy, tempting the man. “Of course I know, you’re my man.”

The man reached down between Lian Sheng’s legs. The little hole there was already wet, but it was still extremely tight; even two fingers would be difficult to insert. Since they hadn’t done it in a long time, if he went in like this, Lian Sheng would surely cry out in pain again. Zhou Lingchun knelt directly on the floor, using his hands to spread the two thighs confined by the pants, and buried his head to lick Lian Sheng’s little cunt. He licked from the wet opening to the clitoral tip in the front, sucking and licking the pink, tender hole.

This scene was incredibly stimulating, more so than if they were both naked and doing the deed in bed. In broad daylight, with their clothes mostly on, one was kneeling on the edge of the bed moaning seductively, and the other was kneeling on the floor, fully clothed, licking the cunt.

It was just like when they used to sneak around outside; if someone came, they could just pull up their pants as if nothing had happened.

“Mmm… Wuu…”

The spot below was both sore and itchy. The soft yet powerful tongue penetrated the hole and stirred, specifically sweeping over the sensitive areas. Lian Sheng felt numb all over, his hole contracting and his body trembling. He pressed his hips down onto the man’s tongue, wanting the man to lick deeper, as if his entire soul was spinning and dancing on the tip of the man’s tongue.

He whimpered and groaned, his hole licked wet and soft, wetting his inner thighs. Just thinking about their position made more clear fluid leak out.

Suddenly, a dog barked outside the door. Lian Sheng bit the quilt, and his hole clamped down hard on the man’s tongue, squeezing out some fluid. Then the barking grew distant; someone must have passed by outside and the dog chased after them. Lian Sheng relaxed and hummed softly, “Husband, you’re licking me to death…”

“Mmm… No, you can’t eat there…”

He trembled even harder, crying out “Ah! Ah!” uncontrollably. The tip of his clit was sucked into the man’s mouth, and a gush of musky fluid immediately sprayed out from his hole.

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