The whole incident was triggered by President He finally developing real bullet muscles. He went around showing them off to everyone, which naturally led him to boast to his good friend, Director Lu. Forget about bullet muscles, Director Lu’s abdominal muscles existed only in legend; eating a few extra meals of roast goose over the holidays would even give rise to a happy little belly, forcing him to cry out for his husband to take him along on morning jogs.
President He didn’t just show off his bullet muscles to Director Lu; he also bragged about the standing carry position. Having yearned for this specific position for over a decade, he finally got a taste of it. More importantly, because he had (at least in his own mind) the reinforcement of those muscles, he held the carry quite steadily. With a blissful marital life, President He was immensely proud of himself.
Not to be outdone, Director Lu bragged to President He about the wheelbarrow position, claiming that his own Old Xie possessed extraordinary arm strength and could wheelbarrow very steadily. Hearing this, President He could not help but ask in confusion, “Who is pushing?”
“He pushes.”
“Who is pushing whom?”
“I push him. He is strong, so he can support himself on the ground steadily.”
“You can push him?”
“Of course.”
As President He continued to chat with him, he felt a wave of dizziness. He knew Lu Guang Ming was the one on the bottom, but it was the first time he learned that Xie Jia Hua was also on the bottom sometimes. Lu Guang Ming could be interested in Senior Inspector Xie’s buttocks, so why had his Brother Liu Yi never shown any interest in his?
Are my buttocks not attractive?!
After going home and taking a shower, President He kept checking himself out in the mirror. Are they sagging? Are they loose? Not at all. What’s more, back when these buttocks were still pink and tender, no one showered them with care either!
The realization that “Brother Liu Yi loves me but has no interest in my buttocks” made President He feel a bit dejected. Although he knew it might be because Xia Liu Yi was a pure bottom, wouldn’t a bottom occasionally want to be on top too?
With a troubled mind, he began to get distracted even during lovemaking. That night, Xia Liu Yi was riding on top of him, galloping across the battlefield. After a satisfying climax, while clutching his “steed” and enjoying the afterglow, he suddenly heard the steed ask wistfully, “Brother Liu Yi, have you ever thought about topping me?”
“Hmm… what?”
“Topping me.”
Xia Liu Yi backed away a little and looked at him for a good while, “Huh?”
He Chu San flipped over, pinned him underneath, and said aggressively, “Mingzi can top Senior Inspector Xie, you know. Don’t you want to top me?”
Xia Liu Yi did not quite catch the latter part of the sentence, starting instead to burst into laughter at the first part: “Mingzi topping Xie Jia Hua, hahahahaha!”
“Don’t laugh in bed because of other people!” He Chu San grabbed his shoulders and shook him vigorously.
“You were the one who brought them up first, hahahaha…”
“I am asking you if you want to top me!” He Chu San continued to shake him.
Xia Liu Yi was truly dying of laughter, “Hahahahaha! Are you serious?”
“Do you want to or not?!”
“Hahaha, cough, it is true that I have never thought about it.” As soon as he said it, he saw the Best Actor He turn away, curl up into a ball, and start “acting.” He quickly laughed and went to embrace He Chu San, “As long as you find it comfortable, that’s all that matters. I really have never thought about it… hahaha! Are you going to smother yourself to death? What on earth is there to be unhappy about?”
He Chu San’a voice came out muffled from under the pillow, “If you like someone, shouldn’t you want to top them?”
Xia Liu Yi uncharacteristically tried to reason with him, “I am very strong. On the off chance that I hurt you, it is still better that you have the superior technique.”
“This is not a matter of who has better technique!” He Chu San threw off the pillow and sat up. “I am such a handsome guy,” he first lifted his arm to reveal his bullet muscles, then turned over and pouted his buttocks, “and so sexy. Don’t you want to top me?”
Xia Liu Yi laughed so hard he was rolling on the bed, “You brat, what are you doing? You’re killing me with laughter!”
“…” The brat wrapped himself in the quilt, nearly driven to death by anger at this hopeless bottom!
He Chu San remained angry until the next morning. He couldn’t bear to throw a tantrum at Xia Liu Yi, so he just sighed and groaned to himself like a resentful wife. He let out a sigh while brushing his teeth, another while eating breakfast, and yet another while reading the newspaper.
Every time he sighed, Xia Liu Yi would burst into loud laughter—Xia Liu Yi completely failed to understand his obsession with this matter! Where on earth would you find a grown man so deeply preoccupied with begging to be topped?
President He went off to work. Househusband Xia went to find Cui Dong Dong for some fishing. Cui Dong Dong had just recently returned from Bali with a perfectly even tan; dressed entirely in black and sitting in the car, her entire body blended seamlessly with the black car seat, save for her eyes and white teeth. Xia Liu Yi watched as those rows of white teeth moved up and down: “Fish for what?! This old lady feels like throwing up the moment I see seafood now! Let’s go, let’s go, let’s find Xiao Ma for some hot pot!”
Chairman Ma sounded exceptionally thrilled on the other end of the line: “Can I bring a family member?”
“No!!” Xia Liu Yi and Cui Dong Dong roared into the receiver in unison.
Xiao Ma dragged his feet and dawdled for twenty minutes before finally coming downstairs, making the Big Boss and the Lady Boss wait. When he sat in the car, there was still a fresh hickey on his face. The moment he got in, Cui Dong Dong scolded him: “Why would you bring family to a brothers’ gathering? Do you want to chat or not? Will holding back your sappy affection for half a day kill you?”
“Sister Dong, there are things you don’t know. Susin just returned from the United States the day before yesterday and is incredibly clingy! But it’s actually good to be separated from him for a while; I’ve been drained dry by him these past two days, hehe!” Xiao Ma wore a face filled with joy and excessive indulgence.
The three of them went to the market together to pick out ingredients before heading to Xia Liu Yi and He Chu San’s new apartment for hot pot. Two years ago, the entire floor of the old apartment building had been set on fire by Househusband Xia; now, in this new apartment, a fire protection system was visibly installed in the kitchen and dining room.
As soon as the smoke from the soup pot started to rise, the fire protection system began to beep incessantly, followed immediately by a call from security inquiring about it. Xia Liu Yi calmly got up to answer the call and canceled the fire alarm. Less than five seconds later, He Chu San’s inquiring call came through as well.
“Nothing’s wrong, I’m having hot pot with Dong Dong and Xiao Ma… Don’t come back, family members are not welcome.”
President He let out a massive sigh on the other end. That dejected aura was clearly audible even to Cui Dong Dong and Xiao Ma.
As the soup pot billowed with white steam, Cui Dong Dong filled up the beer and started a heart-to-heart talk: “Boss, come on, spill it. What relationship problems are you having?”
Xiao Ma was the first to offer consolation: “Boss, A’San is both smart and reasonable. If there’s any problem, you can communicate with him…”
The Big Boss glared at him impatiently: “Shut up.” The Lady Boss even threatened him: “You are not allowed to tip off Sammy-boy!”
Xiao Ma sat back dejectedly to scald beef in the hot pot.
“It’s not really a big problem,” Xia Liu Yi rubbed the slight stubble growing on his chin, pondering how to bring it up. However, having been old comrades for over twenty years, there was nothing they couldn’t talk about. “Well… have Xiao Luo and Susin ever told you that they ‘want to be on top’?”
Cui Dong Dong asked: “By ‘on top’, do you mean riding on top or ‘doing it’?”
“Doing it.”
Cui Dong Dong shrugged, “Every day. If she doesn’t do it, how am I supposed to feel good? Lesbians are not the same as you gay guys, alright?”
The two then turned their gazes toward Xiao Ma, whose young face flushed red: “Well, cough, isn’t it because my buttocks hurt sometimes…”
“Oh wow.” The two let out exclamations of sigh, feeling exactly as if a fat mountain pig they had raised was suddenly ravished by a blind cabbage.
Dong Dong asked: “Boss, you’re asking this because you want to top Sammy-boy, and he is unwilling?”
Xiao Ma asked: “Boss, you’re asking this because Sammy-boy wants to top you, and you are unwilling?”
As the two spoke in perfect unison, Xiao Ma looked suspiciously at Cui Dong Dong. Cui Dong Dong looked at Xiao Ma speechlessly.
Xiao Ma held his forehead and fell into deep thought for a moment.
Immediately following that, he went on a rampage: “Aaaah—!!!! He A’San, you bastard son of a bitch—!!!! So all these years, you’ve been the one bullying our Boss, aaaaah—!!! I am going to kill you—!!!”
Xia Liu Yi silently covered his ears. Cui Dong Dong stood up and shoved Xiao Ma into the toilet, closing the door and locking it.
“Aaaah—!” Xiao Ma was so angry that he began to pound on the wall inside.
Across a few walls, against the background noise of Xiao Ma’s roars, Xia Liu Yi helplessly confided in Cui Dong Dong: “He is very willing; he was the one who brought it up proactively. When I said I didn’t have that desire, he became incredibly heartbroken.”
“Pfft!”
“Don’t just laugh! I’m afraid that I’ll be clumsy and hurt him! Besides, I… as you know, I used to be ‘impotent’ with women. What if I am ‘impotent’ with him too? Wouldn’t that be extremely awkward?”
“Have you ever been ‘impotent’ in front of him?”
“Well, no. Our, cough, things are quite good.”
“Then that’s settled!” Cui Dong Dong clapped her hands. “Between the two of you, he is always the proactive one. Over time, he is bound to doubt himself: Why don’t you want to take the initiative? Is it because he isn’t good enough? Is his body not alluring? To profess your love and maintain domestic harmony, you should assert your husbandly authority and just do him once!”
It sounded simple, but “doing him” was incredibly difficult.
After finishing the hot pot and sending Cui Dong Dong and Xiao Ma on their way, the former Big Boss Xia spent the whole afternoon at home practicing boxing.
The punching bag boomed loudly under his assault, caving in with every punch; the more he fought, the more apprehensive he became. He knew full well that he didn’t know his own strength. When he normally put on a show of “hitting” A’San, he would desperately hold himself back, using only enough force to tease a cat or dog. But “making out” was just like boxing; if the mood struck and he got carried away by pure pleasure without controlling his strength, what was he supposed to do?
That brat really possessed the audacity of a bear and the courage of a leopard to dare provoke the Big Boss!!
He Chu San was currently in a meeting at his company. He said to the general manager who was reporting to him, “Wait a moment.” Then, he gracefully pulled out a tissue, turned around, and let out a massive sneeze that shocked the entire board of directors.
He felt that he had been plagued by terrible luck recently. First, his attempt to boast to Mingzi failed (???), then his attempt to beg his husband to top him went fruitless (???). Sneezing during a meeting and ruining his image was bad enough (???), but after the meeting, he received a phone call from Brother Xiao Ma, who unleashed a torrent of scolding right in his face (???).
Brother Xiao Ma hadn’t scolded him in over a decade.
President He felt immensely wronged. Am I no longer Brother Xiao Ma’s darling A’San?
He was so worried that he wasn’t even Brother Liu Yi’s darling A’San anymore that he left the company early after the meeting. As the assistant drove the car, he made a phone call from the back seat, full of tender affection: “Are you at the fruit market? Should I come pick you up? Shall we go out for French food tonight?”
“I’m at home. Come back for dinner.” Xia Liu Yi sounded very serious on the other end.
Why did it sound like he was about to hold a family meeting? Recalling that harsh scolding from Brother Xiao Ma, President He’s heart began to thump with anxiety.
Upon returning home, he saw that Xia Liu Yi had stewed pigeon soup with sweet and bitter apricot kernels, yet Xia Liu Yi was eating the pigeon himself and only allowed He Chu San to drink the soup.
Xia Liu Yi had also steamed a fish, and then smacked away He Chu San’s hand when he reached out with his chopsticks: “Eat less meat.”
“???”
Xia Liu Yi’s face flushed a bit: “I’m afraid you might vomit tonight. The first time is a bit… pressing on the stomach.”
He Chu San’s eyes went wide. His sharp brain worked at lightning speed; reacting almost within half a second, he threw down his bowls and chopsticks, turned around, and bolted.
“What are you doing? You’re not eating?!”
“Not eating anymore! I am going to take a shower!!”
He Chu San went to wash up with unbridled joy. First of all, he needed to perform an enema so that he could enjoy his first night clean and pure. The experience of performing an enema for the first time was incredibly novel and bizarre. He lay in the bathtub with a rubber tube clamped between his buttocks, desperately trying to suppress any noise. On the contrary, Xia Liu Yi was banging right on the door from outside: “A’San? A’San? Are you alright?”
“Don’t come in. Go downstairs to shower,” He Chu San directed him. They lived in a duplex apartment; downstairs contained the guest room and Xia Liu Yi’s gym, which had an extra bathroom.
“It’s not even seven o’clock yet,” Xia Liu Yi was caught between laughter and tears. “I was also planning to take you out for a stroll after dinner, and I even ordered roses. Don’t you love that damn ‘romance’ the most? Do you not even want romance anymore?”
“Who’s talking about romance with you?” He Chu San’s stomach was already starting to bloat, with the contents churning inside. He endured the discomfort to speak the truth, “Hurry up and shower. I’m afraid you might regret it later.”
“How could I possibly regret it?!” Xia Liu Yi was amused.
Having driven Xia Liu Yi away, He Chu San continued to endure the urge while sending a text message to Lu Guang Ming: “My husband is going to top me.”
On the other side of the phone, Lu Guang Ming, who was currently in the middle of a strategy meeting at the ICAC, spat his mouthful of coffee all over his subordinates’ faces.
He Chu San climbed out of the bathtub tremblingly and moved over to sit on the toilet and wait. Suddenly, his phone dinged; Lu Guang Ming replied: “It’s only seven o’clock?! Are you two engaging in daytime debauchery?!”
“Are you jealous?”
“Who’s jealous of whom? I was deflowered by my husband when I was twenty-three, and I deflowered my husband at twenty-five. What about you?”
“…”
He had actually lost again.
Having abstained from sex his entire life and now tasting defeat for the first time, He Chu San sat on the toilet shivering. It was mainly because of his belly; it was full to the brim with liquid, making him incredibly uncomfortable. He snapped his flip phone shut, stood up, and leaned against the sink to endure the urge.
Xia Liu Yi unexpectedly knocked on the door from the outside again: “A’San?”
“Why haven’t you left yet?” He Chu San’s voice was shaking.
“I’m worried about you. What on earth are you doing? I’ll come in and help you.” Xia Liu Yi twisted the door handle with a creak, but He Chu San had locked the door from the inside.
“Leave me alone, don’t come in,” He Chu San refused to let him see this pathetic state, “You… ah!”
A heavy thud echoed from inside.
“A’San?!” Xia Liu Yi snapped the fragile door lock in one motion and strode right in. Because his legs were weak and his feet were slippery, He Chu San had slipped and fallen. He was currently curled up on the floor holding his stomach; seeing him come in, his face turned green: “I told you not to come in… ahhh it’s coming out! Hurry up and help me over there!”
Xia Liu Yi carried him over to sit on the toilet, and he frantically drove Xia Liu Yi out again: “Don’t look!”
Xia Liu Yi could only stand outside again, closing the broken bathroom door, and chuckled from outside: “What part of you have I not seen?”
“This is my first time, such a beautiful first time. Can’t you let me maintain some of my image and make a dashing appearance?”
“No matter what you look like, you look dashing to me, alright? What are you afraid of?” It was a rare occasion for Xia Liu Yi to say such mushy sweet nothings, resulting in He Chu San making no sound inside for a long while. He waited for a long time until He Chu San gave a hesitant cry of pain: “Brother Liu-Yi.”
Xia Liu Yi rushed in immediately, “What’s wrong?!”
“There is still a little bit of the oil inside that just won’t come out no matter what. It hurts so much, I feel terrible.”
“Let me see, let me see. I told you not to mess around on your own!”
“I’ve done it for you so many times…”
“Am I the same as you? Look at your sensitive stomach! How many bags did you use? And you are so tight back there!”
“Gently, gently. It hurts…”
The two of them scrambled around in a mess for a long while. Xia Liu Yi’s heart ached for him, causing a thin layer of sweat to break out on his forehead. He finally washed He Chu San clean, set him aside, and took a quick shower himself. He Chu San sat by the edge of the bathtub wrapped in a bath towel waiting for him, shifting his buttocks unevenly and slightly knitting his brows.
“Does it feel this uncomfortable every time you perform an enema?”
“I don’t feel uncomfortable; you’re the only one who does. How about we just don’t do it?”
“Are you really going to regret it?!”
“When did I regret it! Wasn’t it just because I was afraid you’d be in pain!”
“At a time like this, you should say very forcefully and overbearingly, ‘Hehehe! You finally understand how I feel! Tonight, I will definitely top you until your soul scatters and your limbs go limp, making you look like a broken rag doll!’”
“…”
“Then I’ll say, ‘The tables have turned, just you wait. Tomorrow, I’ll top you until you can’t get out of bed.’”
“…”
“And then you would deliver a fierce, deep thrust, rendering my stubborn mouth unable to say another word.”
“Best Actor He! Return that novel Xin Xin gave you tomorrow!”
After washing up, Xia Liu Yi picked up the Best Actor He, who had just finished acting out his scene, in a princess carry and brought him back to the bedroom. He Chu San acted like a delicate, clinging little bird in his arms: “Where are my roses?”
Xia Liu Yi went out to bring in a large bouquet of roses and placed them in the vase by the bedside. Only then was He Chu San satisfied; he picked out a rose to hold between his lips, pushed the pillows and quilt on the bed to the side, and struck a mermaid-like side-lying pose, blinking his eyes at Xia Liu Yi, his palms patting the bed. “Come on, come on.”
There he was, posing like a mermaid holding a rose in his mouth, thinking he looked sexy and seductive. Xia Liu Yi, however, was under immense psychological pressure. He knelt on the bed with extreme caution; facing this big baby whom he feared would break if dropped and melt if kept in his mouth, for a moment, he was thoroughly bewildered, not knowing where to begin.
Especially those few cries of pain He Chu San let out in the bathroom just now had practically broken his heart. He parted the two long legs of “Mermaid He” and looked at that critical entrance—this looked way too small!
The Big Boss had been super excited the first time he chopped someone, but his hands were shaking the first time he topped someone. He poured out more than half a bottle of lubricant, getting the sheets all sticky and greasy, and cautiously probed a thumb inside to stroke him. A few light pants overflowed from He Chu San’s nose, sounding quite enjoyable, so Xia Liu Yi boldly continued to insert his index and middle fingers to expand him, feeling along the tight and moist canal walls to find his prostate.
He Chu San shouted louder and louder: “Mmm… ah… so good…”
Sweat began to seep out on Xia Liu Yi’s forehead: “I haven’t even touched it yet! Stop acting!”
He Chu San’s cries made Xia Liu Yi’s scalp tingle; he simply lunged forward first and sealed He Chu San’s mouth. The two bit and kissed each other for a good while, before Xia Liu Yi said, “Stop messing around, I’m really afraid of hurting you.”
He Chu San grabbed his hand and guided it to touch his own bullet muscles: “How could that be? I’m very strong! Don’t believe me? How about the two of us try getting in a boxing ring one day?”
Xia Liu Yi: “…”
With those fake flashy moves you practiced in the gym, lasting ten seconds in a boxing ring would count as me letting you off easy!
He Chu San hooked his arms around his neck and acted spoiled clingily: “Stop playing around, just come straight in. If this drags on any longer, I’m going to ejaculate. Feel me, I’m so hard…”
He grabbed Xia Liu Yi’s hand and pressed it against his indeed very erect genitals, wrapping his two legs around Xia Liu Yi’s waist to solicit love. Both of their lower bodies were covered in lubricant, and after rubbing against each other stickily for a while, they suddenly both felt that something was off. Both of them looked down awkwardly—
Xia Liu Er had been rubbed flaccid by He Chu Si.
“…” “…”
At 8:30 PM, the two of them were each rolled up in a corner of the quilt, back to back and butt to butt, both holding their heads in deep thought.
He Chu San took several deep breaths, suppressing them as he exhaled little by little, his aura of dejection glaringly obvious.
“Don’t let your imagination run wild,” Xia Liu Yi said helplessly. “It’s not your problem; it’s that I am ‘impotent’.”
“You were clearly very ‘potent’ last night,” He Chu San grumbled sorrowfully. “Are my buttocks not alluring at all?”
Xia Liu Yi could only reach out to grab one of his butt cheeks, rubbing and even patting it. “Not at all, I like you… your buttocks very much.”
He Chu San wriggled his buttocks to dodge him, curling up into a ball with the quilt. Xia Liu Yi could only turn over and embrace him from behind. After being an old married couple for so many years, Xia Liu Yi could tell that He Chu San was not “acting” right now; he was genuinely very crushed.
Xia Liu Yi sighed, kissing his dejected ear and said, “A’San, you know I love you very much. My feelings for you do not need to be expressed by ‘topping you’.”
“I know,” He Chu San was still dejected, “but I am a gay guy, and you are the only man in my life. I still want to give myself to you.”
“Just give me this part and it’ll be fine.” Xia Liu Yi reached out to hold his organ.
He Chu San also let out a sigh, snuggling relaxedly in his arms and enjoying his gentle stroking. Yet he was still not quite resigned to it; while letting out fragmented airy sounds from his throat, he asked again: “In all these years, have you never once thought about topping me?”
Xia Liu Yi’s hand paused for a moment, and he lowered his head to kiss his shoulder. “If I must answer, actually, yes. When I was in prison, I used to masturbate while thinking about your buttocks, but back then I didn’t realize it meant wanting to top you.”
He Chu San became aroused by his stroking, turning his head to rub his face against him while panting. Moaning, he said, “Brother Liu Yi, ah… you… it’s not that you don’t want to top me, you’re just afraid you won’t be able to control yourself, mm, and hurt me…”
“I really would hurt you.”
“If you don’t try, mm-ah, how would you know… Maybe I’ll actually find it very comfortable, mm-ah, mm, very comfortable, ah, ah!” As he spoke, he ejaculated in Xia Liu Yi’s hand. Xia Liu Yi still stroked him gently, prolonging his pleasure. Panting as he enjoyed the afterglow, he reached down to touch Xia Liu Yi’s organ, discovering that the other party was also standing erect.
“You can make me feel comfortable. Let’s try again, okay?”
Xia Liu Yi was also getting aroused. Keeping the position where they both lay on their sides and he embraced He Chu San from behind, he gently kissed He Chu san’s ear again, “Fine. Then don’t act; say so if it hurts.”
“Okay.”
The two of them rustled around under the quilt to do some more expansion, their chests and backs pressed tightly together. Xia Liu Yi lifted He Chu San’s thigh from the side from behind, his finger probing that even wetter and softer entrance. After squeezing a lot of lubricant on his own organ, he cautiously squeezed in little by little.
Thin sweat seeped out on He Chu San’s forehead. He panted and spoke in a low voice, “It feels a bit uncomfortable. It’s so big.”
“Mm, I’ll be gentler. You are too tight.”
“Who told you… mm… not to top me over ten years ago… If you had stretched me out back then, mm… it wouldn’t be tight now, ah!!”
Xia Liu Yi made a sudden, deep thrust, causing him to instantly clutch the quilt and gasp out loud.
“Don’t say those kinds of words to seduce me.” Provoked by him, Xia Liu Yi nearly started thrusting forcefully, managing to hold back his movements with great difficulty, gritting his teeth in restraint.
The brat still courted death to tease him: “Brother Liu Yi, mm… a bit deeper…”
“He Chu San!”
His exasperated calling of his name caused He Chu San to shrink his neck and giggle softly. The place where the two connected trembled, making them both even more unable to hold back.
Xia Liu Yi really couldn’t take it anymore. Kissing the back of He Chu San’a neck, he said, “I am really going to start.”
He Chu San didn’t speak either; he just arched his back and raised his hips to nudge him while laughing. He Chu San had maintained himself extremely well over the years; the skin on his back and shoulders was white and smooth, his damp bangs drooping softly against his temples. When he turned his head to be kissed, his eyes were moist and full of affection, still faintly resembling his youthful self.
The youth blinked his eyes and deliberately pinched a rose petal to hold in his mouth.
Xia Liu Yi truly couldn’t hold back anymore; he bit away the petal in one bite and chewed it in his mouth. He lifted him up face-to-face and began a broad and sweeping offensive. He Chu San’s breathing suddenly became rapid; he buried his head to bite Xia Liu Yi’s shoulder for a while, and then began to kiss his neck and face wildly.
Xia Liu Yi’s technique really couldn’t be called good, but his movements were as gentle as he could possibly make them. They were much like those over-boiled chicken soups, burnt steaks, overly salty steamed fish, half-cooked rice, and shirts and trousers ironed with holes in them—at a glance, it was all clumsy love. Just thinking about the tragic fact that Xia Liu Yi was selflessly dedicating himself and willing to “be the top for love” made He Chu San so excited that his limbs went weak and he was about to ejaculate. Being gently caressed by him made him feel sore and weak all over, unable to endure it.
That thick instrument of his scaldingly filled He Chu San’s insides. The thrusting was completely disorganized, yet occasionally turned gentle because of He Chu San’s pants and moans. The moment He Chu San thought about such a fine thing lying dormant for so many years without any use, he felt it was a pity. He reached down to touch the place where the two connected, his slender fingers encircling the shaft to measure its diameter, while letting out fragmented gasps of shock from his throat, amazed that he could swallow such a huge, magnificent thing.
“Ah… ahh… Brother Liu Yi… I… I…” He Chu San was still not used to speaking while being topped fiercely.
Xia Liu Yi gently kissed him, “Mm? What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable?”
“No… mm… I feel like I am quite… ah, right there!”
He couldn’t even finish his sentence. He felt that he was actually quite suited to being on the bottom, being able to take it so smoothly on the first try. However, the scalp-tingling pleasure triggered by the grinding of his sensitive spot instantly rendered him speechless. So comfortable, so good! The pleasure point of being a bottom was indeed different from being a top! The pleasure exploded in waves like electric shocks, as if his soul was about to be topped!
He knitted his brows in a burst of loud, uncontrollable cries of shock. Topped until his legs were locked tight, his lower back kept arching upward. Before long, he felt a snap-like pain mixed within the blossoming fireworks of pleasure.
“My waist… ah, my waist…”
Xia Liu Yi quickly placed two more pillows under his waist, which couldn’t withstand the tossing, while he himself was also extremely out of breath—whenever He Chu San’s waist hurt, he would clench him tightly. It was too tight, as if He Chu San wanted to suck his entire being into his body.
“I’m close…”
“Ahhhh! Ah!”
He Chu San’s voice went hoarse for the last few cries. He clawed desperately at Xia Liu Yi’s back, subsequently ejaculating into Xia Liu Yi’s hand. Xia Liu Yi, breathing heavily, pulled out of his body, bringing out a large amount of white fluid with him. He then flipped them over with his arms around him, letting He Chu San lie prone on top of him.
He Chu San panted for a long while without managing to catch his breath, until Xia Liu Yi, growing a bit worried, kissed his eyes and urged him to open them.
“Are you alright? Hmm?”
“Oh my God…” He Chu San sighed with his eyes closed.
“Hmm?”
“Being a bottom feels so good. No wonder Mingzi looks so radiant and glowing.”
Xia Liu Yi gave his buttocks a gentle slap: “Don’t mention him in bed.”
He Chu San burst into a hearty laugh and lowered his head to nibble on his nipple: “Mmm, I want more later!”
“Can you even handle it?” Xia Liu Yi pressed down on his lower back, instantly receiving a string of tragic wails: “It hurts, hurts, hurts, ahhhh!”
This scholar boy who sat in the office every day would likely be so sore in his waist tomorrow that he wouldn’t be able to get out of bed. Xia Liu Yi helplessly felt that it was still better for him to shoulder more of the burden of being on the bottom; at least his own waist was soft and his legs were flexible, making it no difficult task at all for his knees to be pressed right up to his face.
Yet He Chu San was happy and unsatisfied: “Then let’s do it from behind later, I’ll lie on my stomach.” He even went to provoke Xia Liu Er, which was still hard: “Look at how high-spirited you are!”
“Don’t mess around.”
“Hahaha…”
The two of them fooled around under the quilt for a while, touching and pinching each other. He Chu San lay back prone in Xia Liu Yi’s arms, looking at the moonlight outside the window as he began to calculate: “How about from now on, I’ll be on top on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, you’ll be on top on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and we’ll take rotating breaks on weekends.”
“I’m fine with that, but can your waist take it?”
“I’ll go find my coach and tell him I want to train my waist specifically. No, I’m going to practice yoga!”
Xia Liu Yi was amused by him and pinched his buttocks again, “Don’t mess around, you silly boy. Once or twice on occasion is enough. As long as I am with you, I am fine with anything. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
He Chu San lifted his head to look at him, his eyes sparkling incredibly bright. After watching him for a while, he let out a sigh, lunged forward to kiss him, and said: “Between the two of us, who is actually the sillier one.”
He did not answer He Chu San, but only returned the kiss tenderly. He knew He Chu San understood: he did not care at all about the manner in which they made love; his only concern was the person he shared skin-to-skin intimacy with. As long as he was with He Chu San, he was exceptionally happy and content. He truly had no other demands out of life.
As He Chu San kissed him, he began to bite him with a hint of anger. He understood that although Xia Liu Yi had changed a great deal over the years, he still hadn’t changed his most headache-inducing essence—many years ago when the two of them fought, He Chu San told him that he “only lived for Azure Dragon and Xiao Man, living without himself.” But in reality, he now lived only for He Chu San as well. He did not care about his own feelings at all; as long as He Chu San was good, he was very good.
“Silly Brother Liu Yi…”
Xia Liu Yi let him bite away, still not answering—knowing he was clumsy with words, the more he spoke, the more he’d just provoke people.
As He Chu San continued kissing him, he said: “Then let’s do it twice more tonight.”
“Once.”
“Thrice.”
“Once.”
“Hmph! Then this one time, you have to make me feel so good that I faint away.”
“…”
“(Nasal tone) Did you hear me or not, Brother Liu Yi?”
“Alright, alright, alright.”
The Hopeless Bottom, END.
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