Lack of Love

 

Yan Hao immediately grabbed his hand and pushed it  back into his own thigh.

Zhong Qiran struggled for a moment. He let out a soft whimper, perhaps expressing his dissatisfaction.

Yan Hao whispered in his ear, “Behave, and I’ll reward you later.”

Zhong Qiran obediently settled down.

This wasn’t the first time Yan Hao had seen Zhong Qiran in a drunken state. When they first met, although they understood each other’s feelings, their relationship hadn’t made any significant progress. So one day, Yan Hao invited him out for drinks, taking advantage of the alcohol to engage in mutually consensual activities. Yan Hao was very open about his intentions, wearing them on his face, and he wouldn’t force Zhong Qiran if he wasn’t willing. However, Zhong Qiran didn’t refuse; instead, he agreed. They went to a bar together, having reserved a room in advance. Yan Hao didn’t plan on getting Zhong Qiran drunk, but he had no idea that his alcohol tolerance was so low, and after a few drinks, he couldn’t handle it.

After all, it was their first time, and Yan Hao couldn’t tell that he was drunk. He just noticed that Zhong Qiran’s behavior was slightly different from usual, more… uninhibited. While he was still wondering if Zhong Qiran was really drunk, the latter unexpectedly kissed him in front of everyone.

Both of them had relatively quiet and low-key personalities, and they didn’t go to those chaotic places. The place they met was just an ordinary bar. So this kiss attracted a lot of attention, simply because it was between two men.

Not only did Zhong Qiran kiss him, but he also slipped his tongue inside. Yan Hao was stunned for several seconds, clearly seeing the unabashed affection in Zhong Qiran’s eyes.

Without saying a word, Yan Hao grabbed him and hurried towards the direction of the hotel. As soon as they entered the room, the two immediately became entangled with each other.

That night, Zhong Qiran was very proactive, and it felt incredibly wonderful.

He always thought Zhong Qiran was sober, but the next day when he woke up, Zhong Qiran actually said he blacked out from drinking. Zhong Qiran explained that his alcohol tolerance was poor, and whenever he got drunk, he would behave like that, expressing all the things he wanted to say and do. If he didn’t say them, he would feel unhappy. The first time he got drunk was probably in junior high school. It was because his final exam grades were not ideal, and he had to attend classes during the summer break to make up for it. He was scolded by his parents and felt upset. In a moment of impulsiveness, he found some alcohol his father had hidden and drank it. He didn’t know what happened afterwards, but his father told him that he kept holding onto his own arm and crying, saying things like how the teacher looked down on him. At that time, he vaguely sensed his own sexual orientation, and perhaps it was inadvertently revealed to his parents. Similar incidents happened a few more times, and he realized just how poor his alcohol tolerance was.

Yan Hao remained silent for a while after listening, then asked him, “Since you knew all this, why did you still agree to my invitation?”

Zhong Qiran replied calmly, “I just wanted to tell you my true feelings.”

Yan Hao still remembered from the previous night, while they were intimate, Zhong Qiran held onto him and whispered his love. Those words still lingered in his ears, making his ears burn hot. He had heard countless confessions before, but this was undoubtedly the most touching one.

When the recollection ended, the car had already stopped at the entrance of the hotel. Yan Hao helped Zhong Qiran out of the car and went to the counter to book a room.

The impulse this time felt like the first time. As soon as Yan Hao closed the door, Zhong Qiran proactively hugged his neck, wanting to kiss him.

But Yan Hao pressed him against the wall, using a questioning tone, he asked, “Zhong Qiran, do you like me?”

Even though Zhong Qiran had admitted it verbally before, he couldn’t help but feel scared. He was afraid that Zhong Qiran was only staying because of his illness, afraid that Zhong Qiran didn’t love him as much as before. Because even after reconciliation, the cracks in their relationship still existed, no matter how much they tried to mend them, they couldn’t fully conceal them. He had already lost this person once before, and he couldn’t imagine how he would react if it happened a second time.

Zhong Qiran stared at him for a moment, then shook his head. Before Yan Hao could react, Zhong Qiran said , “I love you. Can’t you feel it?”

Yan Hao’s hand trembled, but it strangely calmed down as soon as he touched Zhong Qiran’s face.

The two of them stood in front of the door, kissing for a while, pulling at each other’s clothes. Zhong Qiran thought about going to the bed, but Yan Hao pulled him into the bathroom.

The bathroom had a glass partition, allowing them to see the entire room from inside.

Yan Hao pressed him against the glass, and after a brief hesitation, he eagerly penetrated him..

Zhong Qiran let out a pained cry, and unfiltered moans escaped his mouth. Lately, they had been pretending to have relationship problems, and it had been a while since they had been intimate. Yan Hao used to be gentle, but this time he was somewhat rough.

“Ah…” The initial thrusts forced painful cries from Zhong Qiran. He wanted to grab onto something, but there was nothing to hold onto. In front of him, there was only glass, and his hand, which had been placed there, weakly fell.

Yan Hao noticed it and held his hands from behind, as if immobilizing his entire body. The thrusting motion became smoother, with increasing force, and the physical impact and sound of water became clearer.

“Hmm…” Zhong Qiran furrowed his brow. While the discomfort had subsided, his own member remained soft, showing no signs of arousal. Due to the alcohol, his body was not as sensitive as usual. There was pleasure, but he needed more stimulation. “Touch me…”

Zhong Qiran pleaded in a hoarse voice, as if experiencing both pleasure and pain.

Yan Hao reached out and grasped his crotch, skillfully stimulating it. Although Yan Hao didn’t want to stop, standing position was inconvenient for movement. He decisively withdrew and said, “Let’s go to the bed…”

Yan Hao half-lying on the bed, let Zhong Qiran straddle him. Zhong Qiran showed no shyness as usual. He sat down while facing him, displaying an indulgent and unrestrained posture, not holding back his passionate moans. He actively pleasured Yan Hao orally while simultaneously masturbating himself, seeking pleasure from both ends.

Yan Hao asked, “Does it feel good like this?”

“It feels good…”

Sexual pleasure is maximized through mutual cooperation.

Yan Hao bent his knees and half-sat up, using more convenient movements to continue stimulating the sensitive spot inside Zhong Qiran. 

Zhong Qiran let out a deep whimper and after being penetrated dozens of times, he finally reached climax with a cry of surprise. Considering his intoxicated state, achieving orgasm once was already quite a struggle.

Unexpectedly, Yan Hao flipped over and pressed him down again.

As soon as Zhong Qiran touched the bed, he felt like falling asleep. Naturally, he couldn’t go for another round. “I can’t anymore…”

Yan Hao, affected by alcohol, lasted longer than usual. In this state, he couldn’t let it subside on its own, so he said, “You sleep.”

Zhong Qiran grunted a few times and was about to fall asleep when he suddenly felt Yan Hao intruding again, “Hmm…”

His body instinctively responded to Yan Hao’s needs, contracting and tightening.

Yan Hao only moved a few times before waking Zhong Qiran up again.

Zhong Qiran moaned in both pleasure and pain, “Faster, faster…”

“Ah…”

Zhong Qiran compiled, and as a result, he was pinned to the bed and brought to climax once more.

Finally, the two of them didn’t clean up and fell asleep together.

When Zhong Qiran woke up, he had no idea where he was. He remembered getting in the car with Yan Hao, and after relaxing, he couldn’t recall anything that happened afterward.

Yan Hao pulled him back onto the bed, hugged him from behind, 

Both of them were naked, so it was not difficult to imagine what had happened last night. They then took a shower together.

Yan Hao asked him, “Aren’t you curious about what happened last night?”

Zhong Qiran replied with a double entendre, “Isn’t it obvious? Do I need to ask?”

Yan Hao looked at him for a moment and suddenly said, “I haven’t given you an answer to your question from yesterday.”

“What question?”

Yan Hao said with a serious expression, “When it comes to love, you can feel it after doing it several times.”