Lack of Love

Zhong Qiran remembered that this was what he had packed for Yan Hao.

“When did you…?” Before he could finish his sentence, Yan Hao’s kiss landed accurately on his lips.

Zhong Qiran still had the photo frame in his hand and momentarily forgot to let go. He stood there stiffly, unable to even push the other person away.

Yan Hao effortlessly unbuttoned his pajamas and caressed the warm skin underneath. He took the photo from Zhong Qiran’s hand and pressed against the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.

When their lips separated again, Zhong Qiran was almost stripped bare, even his underwear was taken off.

As Yan Hao’s hand gripped what was between his legs, Zhong Qiran couldn’t help but let out a moan. Under Yan Hao’s skillful touch, his arousal quickly grew firm.Yan Hao knew how Zhong Qiran liked it. The expression and reaction he displayed while indulging in desire were filled with a soft sensuality. This was exactly what Yan Hao wanted to see, the expression that only Zhong Qiran would reveal to him.

 Zhong Qiran’s breath became even more heavier. He couldn’t control the whimpering moans that escaped him, and his mind was almost blank. “I’m about to come…”

At that moment, Yan Hao suddenly let go.

Zhong Qiran was on the verge of climax, his eyes were filled with a watery sheen as he uncomfortably pressed his body against Yan Hao’s and rubbed against him, seeking more caresses. “Continue… I want more…”

Yan Hao lifted him up and placed him on the bed.

This time was different from the previous encounter in the small cabin. The temperature around them was comfortable, and the bed was soft. Moreover, they had plenty of time. Yan Hao quickly removed his own clothes and pressed his naked body against Zhong Qiran’s. He remembered the feeling of their skin touching, which would make him feel safe and warm.

Zhong Qiran didn’t struggle too much and obediently allowed Yan Hao to caress him, occasionally emitting alluring soft moans in response to his movements.

Yan Hao’s fingertips glided over Zhong Qiran’s nipples and felt him slightly tremble. So his hand returned to play with that adorable protrusion, moving back and forth. “Do you like it when I touch you like this?”

Zhong Qiran squirmed, and his reaction seemed to be even more intense. He felt that Yan Hao became a bit more naughty in bed. “Don’t say it like that…”he said with a shy chuckle.

Deep down, he understood that Yan Hao just wanted to evoke his own sensations through his reactions. Just like someone who has lost their sense of taste relies on others’ expressions to judge the deliciousness of food, or a person who can’t see relies on touch to understand the size and shape of objects. And Yan Hao would explore his  body because he was probably the only key that could trigger his emotions. But asking such a thing in bed seemed too embarrassing.

However, Yan Hao earnestly said, “You know this is important to me. Only when you’re comfortable can I feel good.”

Zhong Qiran was almost defenseless.

They say that unintentional sweet words have the strongest impact, and now it seemed absolutely true.

Yan Hao evoked pleasure from Zhong Qiran’s reaction, and he wanted to try something else so he straightened up and took out the lubricant placed on the bedside table, squeezed some into his hand and evenly spread it on Zhong Qiran’s rear entrance before slowly inserting his finger.

“Mmm…” This action forced another muffled groan from Zhong Qiran. He had some experience after all, so he quickly adapted to the expansion.

As Yan Hao inserted a second finger ,he began to press on the sensitive spot inside him. Zhong Qiran felt a tingling sensation in his lower abdomen, rendering his body weak and powerless. He could feel the effect of Yan Hao’s actions, as a small amount of transparent prostate fluid leaked from the tip of his crotch.

“Did I hurt you last time?” Yan Hao asked.

“Stop talking…” Tears were about to burst from Zhong Qiran’s eyes. “I want it…”

“Hold on, I don’t want to hurt you.” Yan Hao patiently continued applying pressure for a while before removing his fingers. The expansion was effective, and Zhong Qiran managed to fully accommodate Yan Hao’s crotch. He only felt the swelling sensation of being completely filled, without any discomfort.

Yan Hao held him for a moment before slowly starting to move. The cold and viscous lubricant had warmed up from their body heat, producing a sputtering sound.

At first, Zhong Qiran only felt a cool sensation, but now he felt the heat. His vision became somewhat blurry, and a strong sense of pleasure surged at the point of connection. His hands unconsciously climbed onto Yan Hao’s shoulders, unable to determine whether he wanted to push away or yearned for more.

 Zhong Qiran exclaimed in pleasure and his body trembled violently when a certain place was touched.

He let out a series of broken moans as tears streamed down his face.

Yan Hao bent his legs, exposing the point where their bodies joined.

“No, mm…”

The wet and sticky lubricating fluid completely melted away, mixed with transparent fluids flowing down along the crevice, dripping onto the bed sheet. Yan Hao continued his movements while staring at that place, thrusting faster and harder.

“Don’t look…” Zhong Qiran reached out to cover Yan Hao’s line of sight but was held down with both hands by his side.

 After thrusting forcefully for a while, Yan Hao suddenly slowed down. He felt the tight and warm walls enveloping him, breathing heavily as if reluctant to leave. When Zhong Qiran was about to ejaculate, he abruptly stopped.

Zhong Qiran was extremely uncomfortable, tears were forced out, and he was filled with unsatisfied desires, yearning for more. “Stop torturing me… let me climax… please…”

 His hands were tightly held down by Yan Hao, preventing him from touching himself, while waves of pleasure kept coming from behind. The large tip of Yan Hao’s crotch pressed against a sensitive spot, driving him to the edge, making him unable to control his vocalizations. He couldn’t care less at this moment. In order to find release as soon as possible, he even actively matched Yan Hao’s thrusting movements.

With their coordination, his pleasure quickly reached its peak, and suddenly everything went white before reaching climax solely from behind.

The milky fluid spilled onto their lower abdomens, adding an erotic sense to the already sweet and ambiguous scent in the air.

Zhong Qiran gasped for air and could still feel Yan Hao moving inside him. His body was exceptionally sensitive after climaxing, and every impact from him made him tremble uncontrollably.

After a few more rounds of pleasurable torment, Zhong Qiran felt Yan Hao release inside him.

After being tossed around for so long, he thought it was finally over. After a brief pause, he tried to push the man away and get up to take another shower. However, as soon as he made a move, he immediately felt Yan Hao still-erect inside him.

“You…”

Yan Hao pressed him back onto the bed, his lower body slowly pressing against him. “Do you know why I chose tonight? You’re flying the day after tomorrow, so you won’t be getting out of bed tomorrow.”

Despite Zhong Qiran’s protests, he was once again drawn into the realm of desire by Yan

Yan Hao grabbed his legs and turned his body halfway. Zhong Qiran lay on the bed, weakly moaning as the man moved in a doggy-style position.

He held onto his waist and lifted it higher, pushing deeper.

“No… I can’t…” Zhong Qiran had no means of escape but still attempted to struggle and flee.

“No more… I can’t…” The simultaneous stimulation from both ends left Zhong Qiran powerless to resist. What had softened in a short time was once again aroused in Yan Hao’s hand, even though he couldn’t climax again so soon, he still became excited and released fluids.

Yan Hao could only feel Zhong Qiran tightly gripping him, and this electrifying pleasure grew stronger, almost overwhelming him.

Zhong Qiran cried out as he was once again being taken, feeling both increasingly comfortable and unbearably tormented. “I can’t…… stop…”

“Don’t worry…” Yan Hao changed positions again, sitting him on top and slowly thrusting upward. “We have the whole night. In the end, you’ll beg me not to let you climax…”

Yan Hao used to treat him like this only when he had been holding back for too long, but even then he had some self-control. However, the current Yan Hao had lost this basic restraint, operating with terrifying efficiency and dictatorial dominance.

As expected, the next day Zhong Qiran couldn’t get out of bed early . He stayed on Yan Hao’s bed the whole day, and was met with disdainful and disgusted looks from his mother as he walked downstairs.

He didn’t care anymore.

The urgent matter at hand was that if he didn’t want to be toyed with to death by Yan Hao, he had to make him understand what self-control meant.