Blooming Flowers, Silent Sorrow

Chapter 28

Xiao Bao gasped for air beside Huai En, his recent exhilaration not quenching his desire but deepening it instead. Huai En had, with difficulty, come to accept him, and Xiao Bao saw this as an opportunity to go all out...

With this in mind, Xiao Bao busied himself with both mouth and hands. He propped himself up and intermittently licked at the tender spot on Huai En's chest while his hand moved down to massage the soft flesh at the base of Huai En's thigh. Huai En, inexperienced in these matters, was overwhelmed by Xiao Bao's skilled techniques, feeling an urgent heat and realizing he couldn't wait any longer.

He caught one of Xiao Bao's hands and flipped him underneath, looking into Xiao Bao's astonished eyes with a sense of triumph and pleasure as if snatching meat right from someone's mouth.

"What are you..."

"You think something like this can trap me."

"Then how come you..." Xiao Bao didn't want to ask any further, realizing the futility. He saw something unmistakably clear in Huai En's eyes, recalling their last encounter, felt a chill down his spine, and pushed the person on top, wanting to flee, "Let me go, I'm not playing anymore."

Huai En wasn't about to let him run away at such a moment, but unfortunately, his body had just recovered and his limbs were still somewhat weak. It took a great deal of effort to restrain him. He struggled to fit between Xiao Bao's legs, suddenly unable to remember how they had done it last time, and hesitated, frozen in place.

His desire was clamoring, desperately seeking an outlet, yet at this critical moment, he hesitated.

His arms firmly held the person beneath him still, not moving, his eyes intensely focused on him.

Xiao Bao couldn't break free and wanted to catch his breath. He noticed the look in Huai En's eyes and suddenly felt an urge to slap him twice. His eyes conveyed his desire, but he remained silent, waiting for Xiao Bao to give in, to speak first, to make the first move. "What the fuck is this? You're a person, don't you have any dignity? And me, should I have no shame? Even if I had none, it wouldn't mean I'd eagerly invite a man to take me..."

The two remained in a standoff for a while, the tense sensation beneath Huai En compelling him to act. He observed Xiao Bao's eyes — defiant and wide, dark, bright, and gleaming with a pure spirit, while his thick lashes trembled slightly with each rapid breath. Unable to resist, Huai En leaned down and gently licked beside Xiao Bao's eye, which instantly made Xiao Bao surrender completely.

"Fuck it, I'm the one eagerly in love with you. Letting you have your way again can be seen as a selfless dedication to love," Xiao Bao thought, unable to withstand Huai En's stubborn yet expectant gaze. Xiao Bao lifted his lower body and gently rubbed against him, sparking a flame that instantly spread like wildfire. Huai En groaned, lifted Xiao Bao's legs, and surged forward.

Xiao Bao let out a scream and cursed, "Fuck, hold on, hold on, do you have to be this rough?" Remembering the terrifying experience from before, Xiao Bao was still heart palpitations, willingly spreading his legs for him, showing just how much he liked him.

Xiao Bao took out that bottle of ointment, his face so red it seemed it could bleed, "Use this... apply it first."

Huai En looked at him, not understanding.

Xiao Bao, mortified, wished he could crawl into a crack in the bed, dealing with such an inexperienced guy, what else could he expect?

He had no choice but to scoop out a bit, closing his eyes as he touched his own back door.

Huai En, finally catching on, watched Xiao Bao's actions. His face flushed with embarrassment as Xiao Bao, with his eyes closed, rubbed and massaged that narrow entrance, stimulating Huai En to the point where a clear fluid began to seep from the front. His lower body swollen and unbearable, clearly Xiao Bao was moving too slowly for him, he didn't want to wait another moment, snatched the porcelain bottle, scooped some onto his hand, and spread it on Xiao Bao's back entrance, then eagerly his fingers made their way inside.

"Ah..." Xiao Bao gasped, "Gently, gently... ah..." Before he could adjust, Huai En had already inserted a second finger, causing Xiao Bao to jerk in pain.

"Ah... be gentle... stop, it hurts!!" Huai En had no such patience, enduring as he inserted a third finger, his self-control finally breaking. Pulling out his fingers, and without giving Xiao Bao a moment to catch his breath, he grabbed his own hardness, as rigid as iron, and thrust it in fiercely.

"Ah!!!!!" The pain made Xiao Bao scream out loud, tears instantly streaming down his face. He regretted it now, wondering why he had to act like a lover before, he should have resisted to the end. There's a stark difference in his mind between being overpowered despite resistance and willingly submitting; the latter made him feel like he was too damn cheap, too damn foolish.

His crying pleas for mercy were nothing but an aphrodisiac to Huai En's ears. That tight entrance seemed magical, tightly wrapping and clinging to him as he entered, desperately sucking him in to stay as he pulled back. This primal act of entering and retreating was fatally attractive, driving him out of control.

Xiao Bao buried his head deep in the blanket, sobbing, his fingers clutching the blanket turning pale from exertion. Huai En became dissatisfied with his rigid posture, feeling it wasn't deep enough. He withdrew, pulling Xiao Bao's legs onto his shoulders at an angle, then thrust hard to the hilt. Xiao Bao's voice changed with the sudden force.

As Huai En vigorously moved, his hands were busy groping Xiao Bao. Despite being chubby, Xiao Bao's skin was tight and smooth, feeling neither greasy nor fatty in his hands, just silky and soft. Each grab left a stark red mark against the fair skin, especially noticeable on the buttocks, which Huai En kneaded forcefully, reveling in the soft, slippery sensation that made his blood surge.

Huai En's hands slowly found Xiao Bao's entrance, caressing the gateway to his desire, evoking an indescribable state of mind. His desire for this person shocked him; no matter how forcefully he claimed him, it still felt insufficient, never deep enough. This craving drove him to stretch the tender opening to its limits, the tight embrace around his desire left no room, yet he forced another finger inside, pulling sideways. His desire pushed further in, and Xiao Bao screamed out in agony, "Don't, it hurts, you bastard, ah ah ah! Don't, let me go, please, I'm done, please, let me go, let me go."

Huai En was startled by Xiao Bao's sudden resistance, the tears streaking down his face and the pain and plea in his eyes making him somewhat reluctant.

He withdrew his finger, turning Xiao Bao over to lie on his back, pulling a pillow under his waist and spreading his legs wide to his chest in a humiliating position that allowed Xiao Bao to clearly see his own tender, red flesh turned inside out and Huai En's manhood slowly entering the slightly open crevice and burying deep inside him.

The lewd scene stimulated Xiao Bao, whose pain had kept him limp, to slowly respond. With one hand tightly clutching the blanket and the other caressing his own desire, he attempted to distract himself from the alien pain rampaging inside him.

Huai En's lean hips struck Xiao Bao's canal with a provoking speed, making Xiao Bao's body shoot upwards. Unable to distinguish between pain and something else, he only felt the violent pace threatening to shatter him. As Huai En continued, Xiao Bao let out pained moans, the best aphrodisiac to Huai En's ears. He felt nothing but waves of insane pleasure spreading from the center of his desire throughout his body, plunging him into the clouds. The tight passage that enveloped him seemed to tighten endlessly until it forced him to climax.

The hot fluid shot inside Xiao Bao without spilling, the high temperature making Xiao Bao straighten his waist, his body convulsing uncontrollably as his own desire peaked and released in the next moment.

Huai En lay on top of Xiao Bao, breathing heavily, his hands possessively wrapped around Xiao Bao's waist, listening to the rapid heartbeat against his chest, unsure if it was his own or Xiao Bao's.

Xiao Bao's legs were spread wide and dangling limply, too weak to close, his body too exhausted to move.