The allure of hot lips

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Chapter 1
As winter drew to a close, a rare and devastating snowfall was blanketing the northern part of the American East Coast.
This catastrophic snowfall had brought the normally bustling city to a standstill, with broken power lines plunging everything into darkness.
As repair work dragged on, news reports were filled with the rising number of people freezing to death. The airport had been closed three days prior, and major roads connecting Manhattan and its surrounding areas were experiencing skidding accidents. Cut off from the outside world, the city had lost its usual convenience and efficiency, replaced by complete paralysis.
Meanwhile, in Sunshine Base, an upscale residential area on the outskirts of New York, heavy snow continued to fall. On the snow-covered hills stood a grand, European-style castle, surrounded by a vast forest and a large, naturally formed English-style garden.
The owners of this mansion were two young brothers.
The blond older brother, nicknamed "Strong," is actually named Johnson Anrufredo Marco Reynolds. He is a strikingly masculine young man with handsome, sharp features. His most striking feature is his cyan-gray eyes; when he glares at you with a sharp gaze, it sends a chill down your spine.
His 18-year-old brother, Ken Angelo, is the opposite of Strong. Ken possesses beautiful long, jet-black hair and a stunningly beautiful physique. His flower-like beauty is beyond description.
Although they call each other brothers, they are not related by blood. Strong is Ken's adopted son, specially chosen by Ken's father, Drew Haul Reynolds, for his beloved son.
Two years ago, following his father's dying wish, Strong became the president of "Reynolds," a massive conglomerate based in New York with a global expansion goal. He is also the highest-ranking leader of an American social organization—the "commander" of an illegal social organization. With the assistance of a group of outstanding individuals around him, and by fully utilizing his innate magnanimity and talent, he was able to lead this massive organization to continuous growth and strength.
Ken Angelo was the son of Drew, known as the "Emperor" of American business, and the daughter of the leader of the largest French Mafia organization. To prevent assassination by rival organizations, Drew specifically adopted Ken, the orphaned son of his most trusted confidant, Licard Judge, to solidify their bloodline and strengthen their power. Within the entire organization, no one disagreed with their leadership.
In the evening, Ken was in his first-floor study/studio facing the courtyard, facing a desktop computer. Leaning back in his chair, his elegant fingers tapped the keyboard and moved the mouse back and forth, his eyes fixed on the constant stream of intelligence reports on the screen. Then, Ken spoke on the phone to someone.
The other person was also one of the victims of the recent snowstorm, although they worked in the same place as Ken. However, in such severe weather, even helicopters couldn't fly, and he had been stuck at home for three days.
Out of necessity, Qiang had to use his home computer to access company emails. Through this email, he simultaneously accessed intelligence on another personal computer, his eyes glued to the constantly arriving emails.
Giving instructions to subordinates was also done via computer or telephone. Many others were in the same situation as Qiang, trapped in their suburban homes and unable to go to work. Among his direct subordinates, perhaps only a few people under the second secretary, Marcus Starley, who lived on Manhattan Island, were able to come to work.
Facing Sixth Street in Manhattan, the Reynolds headquarters took advantage of the renovation to change its name to "Doru Reynolds." "Doru" is French for "tower," a fitting name for its towering skyscraper and ultra-high-rise building entirely covered in glass curtain walls.
Doru… Reynolds' basement has its own generator, allowing the building to maintain normal operations for several days even if the entire city experiences a power outage.
A similar system is installed at the mansion in Sunshine Base, ensuring the mansion can still supply its own power while the surrounding area is still without electricity.
"Even if the snow were even a tenth less, I still wouldn't be able to go out,"
Qiang sighed softly, staring at the screen. In the ashtray on his desk, piled high with documents, lay a stubbed-out cigarette; Qiang was already resigned to not being able to go to work tomorrow. He extinguished the cigarette, finished his mailing and receiving tasks, and shut down the system.
With enough firewood burning on the fireplace, Qiang nestled into the sofa, his long legs straddling the armrests. He looked up at the ceiling to relax for a moment, then yawned. After sitting in front of the computer for almost half a day, his brain and eyes were exhausted. Qiang thought to himself, "It would be easier to just go to the office, even if I had to force myself!" He was bored anyway.
Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. Qiang, who was reading an economics magazine, responded that someone should come in. A moment later, one of the two doors was gently opened, and a beautiful woman in her forties entered.
This woman's name was Rena, the housekeeper living in the mansion. Her husband was one of the organization's highest-ranking officials, serving as Ken and Qiang's head secretary, Becky Terra.
"Excuse me, boss, I've brought you coffee."
Rena carried a silver tray with a high-end Colombian celadon coffee cup and saucer set. After placing them on the coffee table, she scanned the room for Ken.
"Huh? Isn't Mr. Ken here with you?"
"Ken said he was looking for something, so he went to the front. I think he's probably in Drew's room!"
Qiang said, savoring his coffee, the aroma of Kirin coffee filling his nostrils.
"Jian is in Mr. Drew's room? What could be making him so anxious?"
The previous commander had passed away a few years ago due to a brain tumor. Since then, Jian rarely went to his father's room, so what Jian was looking for must be something very precious! Rena's expression showed some surprise.
"Nothing much! It's not the first time that guy has done this."
Qiang answered, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "I remember, he seemed to have mentioned something about the treasure of an Arab king..."
He continued, "What's going on! Is he bored after being locked up at home for three days? Doesn't he have anything more interesting to do? This guy can't stay in one place for that long."
Qiang suddenly remembered Jian's appearance when he left, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He knew his brother's personality too well; how could he possibly tolerate the monotonous and boring work involving computers! However, he didn't complain at all today, only leaving a sentence before leaving.
"Call me if you need anything. I'm going to the study upstairs to find a book."
Thinking of this, Qiang put the cup back on the coffee table and stood up.
"Well then, I'll go prepare dinner for the two masters,"
Rena said politely as she walked out of the room.
Night was gradually enveloping the outside world. Although spring was approaching and the days should be longer, in this inclement weather, evening came exceptionally quickly. I forced myself to put on the feather coat hanging on the back of the chair, turned on the antique lamp, and headed down the corridor.
It was a spacious three-story house. In the center of the main hall stood a large, intricately crafted round table, adorned with magnificent real flowers. Huge clocks and mirrors hung on the walls, complementing each other perfectly. Stylish high tables were decorated with expensive antique jars and artworks. An Italian-made table stood in the hall, flanked by white arched columns. The next meeting room contained a grand piano, paired with a beautifully shaped chair. Each space here had a distinct atmosphere.
Directly opposite at the far end was a wide staircase leading to the basement, equipped with an air-raid shelter and a shooting range for emergencies.
Passing through the meeting room in the corridor, the building split into two sides; on the left was a small room used as a conference room. Inside, there's a billiard table that doubles as a recreation room, and to the right is a kitchen that also serves as a small dining area. There are also various rooms specifically for family gatherings. Separated from the service room and corridor is the master bedroom, a private space shared by Ken and Qiang.
The second floor contains guest rooms and a study. Drew's bedroom remains furnished as it was in life. The third floor is the top floor, with many other unused rooms—a residence perfectly adequate for Ken and Qiang.
Qiang went to the study on the second floor to find a book, then walked through the beautifully railed corridor before heading to the right side of the house.
At that moment, Ken was in his father's bedroom, wearing a light cherry blossom-colored shirt, black trousers, and a matching short jacket, sitting cross-legged on the bed organizing things.
His snow-white skin contrasted with thin, red lips; willow-leaf eyebrows framed a beautifully shaped nose; long eyelashes concealed alluring blue eyes; his slender, well-proportioned body possessed not a trace of masculinity, only an unbelievably alluring beauty.
He was looking for a brass kerosene lamp with embossed designs, the designs containing gemstones. At a time when Arabian treasures were attracting attention online, he suddenly remembered seeing something like that in his father's room. During his lifetime, Drew had connections with various leaders and wealthy individuals in the Middle East, and to demonstrate their friendly relations, they would present royal treasures bestowed by a king as gifts; kerosene lamps were among these treasures.
"Strange, I clearly remember it being here..."
After closing the drawer next to the bed, Jian sighed in disappointment. He opened another box that might contain the kerosene lamp, but still found nothing.
Since it was a treasure bestowed by the king, there was no reason to accept it carelessly. So where could it be? Perhaps asking the Reynolds family's butler, Beck, would provide the answer! However, there was no way to bother him at the DC branch in Washington, D.C. With that thought, Ken had no choice but to give up and returned to his bed, casually sitting on the plush blanket.
"..."
Looking around the room, Ken sighed deeply again. While searching for the kerosene lamp, he had inadvertently made a mess of things; the small items and boxes nearby were scattered everywhere. Since he had made the mess, he had to clean it up himself, but the thought of doing so filled him with dread.
He didn't know how long he had been cleaning, but just as he reached to tidy the rumpled blanket, suddenly, his fingers touched something hard under the bed. He rolled up the velvet comforter and the cotton mattress, and a leather, pirate-like treasure chest came into view.
When Ken saw this, a flicker of anticipation rose within him. He took out the dusty box, which didn't even have a key.
He gently brushed off the dust and opened the lid, only to find it wasn't the kerosene lamp he was looking for.
"How come I didn't know there was something like this here?"
A bitter smile crept onto Ken's beautiful face. He remembered his father as a master at preserving things, but he still hadn't expected him to have such a sex toy.
When he took out the soft leather shackles, the key clicked, revealing a stainless steel box with a sterilization label. Inside were medical dilation instruments.
There was also an electric vibrator shaped like a phallus.
The part Ken was pressing on was a beautifully decorated leather scabbard containing a strangely shaped short sword with a blade depicting male characteristics. He wondered if this was something used by women in ancient imperial harems to alleviate their loneliness, or simply a work of art. Regardless of its original purpose, it must be a collectible that Father acquired from Arabia!
"..."
Jian, holding the precious arrow, lay down on the bed beside him, then casually brushed his hair back and took a deep breath, the scent of the leather scabbard shaped like a phallus wafting past his nose.
As he closed his eyes, memories of the past—the time when his father had just awakened his sensuality—surfaced in his mind...
"Ah...no...ah..."
From the deepest room in the dimly lit corridor came shy, creaking sounds. The bed creaked, the door was tightly shut, and a thick atmosphere of lewdness filled the large boudoir.
“Alright, time to go in! My lovely bud has opened so wide! It looks so erotic and tempting, it makes me want to devour it!”
Drew, with his beautifully shaped beard and a smile playing on his lips, whispered in his twelve-year-old son’s ear. Ken was completely naked, his hands bound by leather shackles and his knees restrained by leather straps.
“Ooh…it hurts…it’s about to split open!”
Tears streamed down his slightly flushed cheeks, revealing a small erotic device deeply embedded in his exposed mounds.
“It’s alright, it’s bound to feel strange at first, but you’ll get used to it over time. Look closely, how lewd you look here, take a good look with your own eyes!”
A large hand gently caressed his anus, and Ken slowly opened his eyes. Between his wide-open legs was a mirror, clearly reflecting his narrow bud, which was being constantly enlarged by the erotic device. Seeing his private parts for the first time, their color beautiful and vibrant, and after applying lubricant mixed with a small amount of aphrodisiac, the constant caresses helped him relax. His rose-colored flesh softened instantly, readily accepting the insertion of the sex toy.
"No! Look carefully!"
Shyly, Ken looked away, but his father objected. Then, his father slowly thrust the sex toy in and out.
"Ah... oh, oh... it hurts, stop...!"
His large body made a loud sound, his white chin involuntarily tilting upwards, his narrow sphincter constantly receiving sensitive stimulation, the pain of the friction between his flesh walls growing more intense. Ken's body stiffened, holding his breath. The prolonged sexual activity, coupled with the relentless thrusting of the sex toy, was gradually arousing his youthful sensuality.
"Ah, oh... oh... oh..."
Ken felt as if his intestines had been completely ripped out. Then, his body felt as if it were filled with something, and he swayed unconsciously. The sex toy seemed to have reached the deepest part of Ken's body, and the burning, numbing sensation brought an incredible feeling to Ken's head. This lewd stimulation was pushing his heart to its limit. Gradually, this feeling spread throughout his body, and the original local pain became insignificant and disappeared without a trace.
"Now you're starting to feel it, aren't you? This secret hole is already full of honey!"
Under the teasing of the sex toy, he could see clear liquid flowing from his penis. Drew smiled with satisfaction, while Ken closed his eyes tightly in shame. Drew stopped operating the sex toy and continued to violate his own son's secret anus.
"Ah...ah...wow..."
His breathing was already out of control at this point, followed by one panting breath after another. Ken wanted to escape this lewd stimulation, so he arched his body, but it was futile because his whole body was trapped. He could only turn to the feather pillow to the side.
“Daddy, Drew… ah… ooh!”
Ken thrashed his bound feet, his waist swaying, his face pressed against his wrist as he sobbed softly.
“Such a beautiful sound. Make more and louder sounds, it will bring more pleasure. Then, use your body to remember. The more you struggle, the more it will hurt. You are so beautiful… just looking at your body will arouse a man’s lust. This is your best weapon, you were born with that ability to drive people crazy.”
Drew whispered praises in Ken’s ear as he switched to an even larger sex toy, ravaging his tender flower again.
“Ah… ooh!”
As the pain deepened, Ken let out wave after wave of moans, deeply sucking on the golden, penis-like sex toy. The sex toy was shaped like a short sword with a handle and hilt, its surface made as if veins were about to burst out, with gemstones attached throughout. The size of the sex toy was about the same as that of an average adult male’s penis. However, this was already the highest limit of Ken's narrow flower bud.
"Ugh... have mercy on me! Drew... Daddy..."
The intense sensations of pain and pleasure constantly intertwined and stimulated Ken. Ken finally cried out, begging Drew, but Drew still forced the glans of the sex toy against his prostate, letting its protruding part and the concave and convex parts of the gem rub against his sensitive inner walls.
"Before we become one, bear with it a little longer... okay! Let me help you forget some of the pain!"
Drew grasped the penis waiting for caresses, and then began to kiss it from the tip that was seeping with love juice.
"Ah... ugh... ah..."
With the sex toy constantly stimulating inside his body, and his excited penis being caressed by his tongue and lips, Ken felt an unprecedented burning and pain in his lower abdomen, and his clitoris became even more frantic. When he was being sucked, Ken could no longer help but let out bursts of moans.
"Ahhh...! Wow, ah... ahhh..."
Unconsciously, the lewd pleasure had taken over his body. His spread legs trembled incessantly, and his silky black hair swayed with them. At this moment, his fair naked body appeared even more alluring.
"Alright, you can go now! This is the ultimate pleasure that only a man can experience, it's ejaculation..."
Drew grabbed his erect penis and increased the speed of his thrusts. At that moment, Ken's young and soft body displayed infinite charm, and the extreme stimulation brought him a feeling of being on the verge of death for a moment.
After that, as Ken gradually regained consciousness, it was the beginning of his training. His father's body began to torment him.
After continuous kisses, Drew began to conquer his clitoris. Drew had never touched such a young body before. Therefore, the unfamiliar feeling gave him an unprecedentedly wonderful pleasure.
Every night, when Ken was held by his father, under the stimulation of the body, he gradually experienced the pleasure and joy of anal sex. As for the lewd learning, it began after Qiang joined them as companions. For several months afterward, they had been making love almost every night.
"Daddy Drew..."
Ken hadn't thought of his father in a long time, and at this moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest.
As he moved his hand from the top of his clothes down to his groin, a sweet pain surged in his lower abdomen. Ken brought the sex toy to his mouth, the front button of his coat already undone, his fingers moving down his pants, where it was already hard, seemingly waiting for a wonderful caress.
"Mmm..."
He leaned back on the bed, his fair chin raised. As his fingers moved slightly, the wonderful stimulation made his lower body want to pull out. However, the intoxicating sweetness didn't last long, as Ken was startled awake by a sudden knock on the door.
"Ken, are you in there?"
The door opened as the voice rang out. Looking at his face, Ken slowly relaxed from his initial shock, removed his hand from between his legs, and slowly stood up.
"It's like this, it seems Haddy's shop is open."
Qiang looked around, a wry smile on his face, as he approached, seemingly aware that the boxes near the bed had been ransacked.
"Qiang—..."
Ken sat on the bed, his pale eyes looking at Qiang with a sullen expression, like a helpless child trying to say something.
"What's wrong? Hmm...?"
He suddenly hugged Qiang tightly, like honey. In that instant, he took Qiang's lips, and the two of them fell onto the velvet sheets. Qiang tried to stand up, but Ken pressed him down, his tongue probing deep into his mouth. Although he didn't know what was happening, Qiang responded to his temptation with his tongue.
"Mmm..."
As their lips parted slightly, their tongues still clung to each other, their tongues greedily meeting again. They slowly entered that intoxicating sensual world, mouth to mouth.
Soon, Jian guided Qiang's hand to his crotch, caressing him. Sensing Jian's intention, Qiang deepened his sucking, then tightly grasped the manhood Jian's fingers touched.
"Wow... ooh... ah..."
Flustered breaths echoed in the dim room. Qiang skillfully stroked Jian's penis while sucking on his exposed nipples. After repeatedly rotating the seemingly pitiful nipples, Jian finally couldn't help but tremble and let out a joyful gasp. Just then, the hand on Qiang's crotch slowly grasped Qiang's penis.
"What's wrong? Suddenly..."
Qiang, who had been lying on the bed, straightened his knees. He suppressed the stirring in his groin and gently cupped Jian's head for comfort. Ken then wrapped his tongue around Qiang's erect penis and replied, "Ugh... um, I suddenly remembered Drew's father."
"Is that so..."
Qiang looked around and sighed. The bed looked like it had been smeared with cream, with a sword and shackles shaped like a penis on it. Seeing this, Qiang immediately understood Ken's current mood.
"Are you angry?"
"Is there any need? Even though he and I aren't related by blood, Drew is still my father. How can a son be angry with or jealous of his father?"
Qiang pressed Jian's shoulder and then let go.
"So, Drew is very special, huh? Whether it's you or me."
Jian hurriedly hugged Qiang's waist, letting Qiang familiarly pull down his pants from behind. In that instant, his snow-white buttocks were revealed.
"If Drew hadn't adopted me, I wouldn't be standing here today. Look, your place is already bulging and soaking wet!"
Qiang smiled and gently stroked his buttocks, then used his hands to separate his clitoris before bringing his sexy lips to his.
"Ah... wow... ooh... um, ooh..."
He used his tongue to spread saliva into his beautifully shaped and narrow anal wall, and the sweet and wonderful stimulation kept surging through Jian's body. Ken gripped the vibrator tightly, a sweet moan escaping his lips. His heavy shirt was rolled up, and sweat trickled down his pale back and through his dark hair.
The bond between Drew and Ken was an unbreakable fact. Especially their relationship, which transcended father-son affection, that spiritual and physical connection, remained vividly etched in Ken's heart. Despite this
, Qiang felt no unhappiness. He knew that Ken's longing for Drew contained no romantic feelings, but rather a fatherly longing. However, in Ken's world, Qiang was the only man he ever loved, an unchangeable fact. Therefore, Ken never forced himself to forget him, nor did he ever compare the two. Conversely, Qiang loved Drew as if he were a foster father.
"Ah...come on...I want Qiang."
His secret place was already wet with saliva, and as the fingers released the tension in his sphincter, Ken pleaded passionately like a lover. He writhed and struggled on the bed, so Qiang got up and, still dressed, parted Ken's thighs from behind, stroking his wet clitoris with his penis.
"Mmm..."
It had been waiting for his visit. Ken closed his eyes, the constantly contracting, rose-colored, narrow secret passage seeming to strongly entice Qiang to enter. He pressed his burning male member against the entrance, then slowly added his weight to it.
"Ah... Ugh!"
The moment the glans entered his flesh, the piercing pain made Ken groan. Although he was very used to anal sex, the narrow opening still made him constantly experience the mutual sensation of heat and pain when Qiang's large penis first entered.
After the pain subsided, Ken's body could begin to feel the dazzling pleasure. Therefore, when a little pain could bring such pleasure, the pain was nothing at all.
"Wah... Wah... Wah... Wah..."
The constant panting echoed in the slightly dusty room. The bed, unused for years, creaked with each powerful thrust of his hips. The panting, combined with the rhythmic movements, and the intense passion that caused sweat to dance on his limbs, the relentless thrusting drawing his penis in again and again. His arms, supporting his body, felt as if they were about to break. He gripped the vibrator tightly in his hand, rubbing it against his face while making soft, seductive sounds.
The lewd sounds continuously fueled Qiang's lust. A sudden impulse made him embrace Jian's slender waist, sitting cross-legged, his upper body erect for easy entry.
"Ahhh..."
Qiang thrust deeply inside him. Jian arched his back, resting the back of his head on Qiang's shoulder, his lips parted. Then, he touched his long eyelashes.
“Qiang—that mirror…”
Qiang was about to take off his pants when Jian pointed to the beautifully decorated, meticulously crafted mirror on the dressing table.
“Mirror? What about the mirror?”
Qiang stretched out his arm, took the mirror, and handed it to Jian, who then placed it between his spread legs.
“Oh, I see!”
After understanding his intention, Qiang placed his hand between Jian’s legs, and Jian’s legs spread wider and wider.
“Ah… ooh!”
Jian’s body trembled incessantly, his head tilted back again, his hip joints were repeatedly torn apart, and his anus, moistened by saliva and semen, had been penetrated to its deepest point by Qiang’s penis. This lewd scene was clearly reflected in the mirror.
“How do you feel? Tell me!”
Qiang whispered in Jian’s ear.
"Ah...ah...it's inside me...it's like this...so deep..."
Ken slowly opened his eyes, the blush on his cheeks still lingering. He looked into Qiang's eyes as if trying to tell him something. The two of them had always been excited by creating different sexual games. Ken once again forcefully took Qiang's male characteristics into his mouth.
"Ugh! Ken, slower, let it feel the stimulation first."
Qiang's handsome face suddenly furrowed, his hot and wet anal walls already showing impatience and twitching. The caresses on his body made Qiang's lower abdomen gradually feel hot, followed by an ever-increasing desire. Since this position did not require the use of the waist strength, he only needed to use the strength of his wrists and the rebound of the bed to rock up and down. On the other hand, Qiang did not stop stroking Ken's penis.
"Ah...Qiang--! So good...so...comfortable..."
His shirt gradually slipped off his shoulders and fell to his elbows.
"Ah... ooh, ahhh..." Just
as Ken was teetering on the brink, Qiang's fingers lightly pinched his hardened nipples, sending a sharp electric current through Ken's body. Ken's body trembled slightly, his tongue freezing in place, unable to utter a sound. He desperately clung to Qiang's blond hair.
"Ah... ooh...! Ah... ya, Qiang—..."
The sweet, numbing, lewd stimulation gradually reached its peak. The flames danced across their bodies, and the sweet pleasure of their lovemaking made Ken unable to hold back his silvery voice, the resounding sound seemingly providing background music for his beautiful, disheveled black hair!
The lewdness did not bring Ken any defilement; immersed in deep carnal desire, Ken only appeared more angelic after the waves of lovemaking. Ken's excitement constantly fueled Qiang's desire; only when Ken experienced pleasure could Qiang himself obtain even more intense pleasure from him.
Drew had trained the seemingly perfect Ken to an exceptional degree. He possessed an incredible magic that drew those who embraced him, and Ken completely followed his desires in love, as if he were the only person in the world, and everyone else was nonexistent. Qiang believed that Ken was the happiest person he could be, and that Drew allowed him and Ken to share this kind of love, both physically and emotionally. Furthermore, given that he was the leader of two enormous organizations, Qiang felt nothing but gratitude towards Drew for giving him this life, and he never felt any jealousy towards him.
"Ah, wow... wow..."
The two changed positions again. Jian, lying on his back, opened his eyes, while Qiang, holding Jian's thighs, thrust vigorously. Jian, in turn, clung tightly to Qiang's neck, his entire body able to feel Qiang's passion and tenderness. Finally, he breathed heavily, intoxicated by his dazzling and wonderful pleasure.
As Qiang increased his speed, the creaking of the bed grew louder and louder. When their chaotic breathing resonated, their souls became one. The fulfillment of their desires allowed them to share this joyful moment.
The powerful impact surged through Jian's entire body, and tears glistened beneath his eyelids. His sensuality had reached its limit.
"Qiang...! I'm coming... I'm already... come quickly!"
When he reached his climax, he let out a satisfied scream, his slender and supple body responding to the approaching orgasm.
"Qiang, come too... ahhh..."
His spread thighs spasmed, and as Jian received the highest stimulation, Qiang's hands cupped his white nectar.
"Ugh..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qiang also reached his climax at the same time. However, this time, unlike usual when he ejaculated inside his rectum, he pulled out before climaxing, letting the white fluid erupt outside. In that instant, a dazed expression appeared on Qiang's handsome face.
"Wow... wow... wow..."
After regaining his senses, Jian closed his eyes and leaned on Qiang's shoulder to catch his breath. After Qiang got up, he straightened his shirt and sat on a corner of the bed. Then, he took out a cigarette from his shirt pocket. As he lit it with a lighter, Jian looked up.
"Qiang?"
Was he dissatisfied with only one climax? His tone was a little strange. Jian looked at Qiang with his green eyes.
"Don't look at me like that. If I ejaculated inside, I would have to take a shower? If I take a shower, Mrs. Reina will have to wait a long time."
Qiang answered after exhaling a puff of smoke, because Reina could only finish her workday and go home after preparing dinner for two. Although she treated the two men like her own sons, she wouldn't complain even if there were delays. However, they couldn't sacrifice her rest time for their own pleasure.
"Then, let's continue tonight!"
Jian sat there, playing with Qiang's trousers that he had just taken off with his feet.
"Taking them off and putting them back on, do whatever you like, just don't look so serious!"
Qiang smiled wryly and stubbed out his cigarette. He vented his dissatisfaction on his next action, forcibly pressing Jian's head down and then giving him a deep kiss.
"By the way, what are you looking for? Could it be this?"
Jian hurriedly shook his head with a wry smile, denying it. After putting on his boots, he finally got off the bed.
"Come on, no way! I was looking for an oil lamp, an Arabic thing. I clearly remember it being in this room."
Jian, while placing the sex toys and shackles under his arm, continued listlessly,
"Well, it doesn't matter how it is, but we need to get it tidied up quickly."
Just as he finished speaking, Qiang darted out of his adoptive father's bedroom, remembering his later tasks and having to leave the mess behind. Just then, Jian called him back.
"...Am I supposed to clean it up by myself?"
"You made it messy, of course you clean it up! I came to find you halfway through my work, and besides, I have a mountain of work to finish!"
Jian watched Qiang return. Although he said he had a lot of work to do, Qiang didn't complain at all. Jian then smiled and stood up.
"But, it'll be faster if two people do it together!"
"..."
Qiang stopped by the door. He slowly walked back, looking at his beautiful lover Jian with an innocent expression.
“Didn’t we say we couldn’t keep Mrs. Rena waiting too long?”
Ken casually closed the organ lid and pulled Qiang’s hand. Qiang sighed helplessly; he couldn’t do anything about Ken and could only start tidying up from the place closest to him.
“…Really, why do I…”
It’s always like this, Qiang grumbled as he tidied up. Having lived with Ken for so long, on the way here, if he had known things would turn out this way, Qiang would have regretted it too late.
“While you’re complaining, don’t stop what you’re doing. Didn’t you want to finish tidying up quickly?”
Hearing Qiang’s words, Ken answered him while closing the leather treasure chest containing the sex toys.
“You! Still so unlovable.”
Qiang glared at him, and Ken couldn’t help but laugh, knowing what he was thinking.
“Are you two here?”
Just as they were tidying up in the dormitory, Rena called them from outside. She must have prepared dinner for two but didn’t see them, so she had to come out to see what they were doing.
"Look at this massager!"
Qiang pulled out a round bed massager to show her. Rena just smiled wryly; after all, she was a woman who had worked in Reyrules' house for a long time and knew a bit about things, so she wasn't surprised. As for the physical relationship between Jian and Qiang, and even the fact that Jian's sex life was trained by Drew, it was already an open secret among the organization's cadres.
"..."
Jian's cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked at Qiang with his neck slightly hunched. Qiang brushed his hair in response to his gaze.
"Well then, let's go! Tonight we have Mr. Jian's favorite rabbit meat!"
Rena opened the door and led the two to the small canteen they always used.
"What's that box for?"
Qiang asked Jian, puzzled by the box he was carrying as they went down the stairs.
"I won't tell you now, I'll tell you later."
Jian's answer was somewhat suggestive. Then he looked at Qiang with shining eyes, said, "Ah, I'm so hungry!" and walked briskly down the stairs.
"..."
Looking at his younger brother's back—wearing a black shirt, with a long, slender back and long hair—Qiang felt a little suspicious, even a bad premonition. He quickly changed his mind and followed.
"Becker just called. I told him you were on the second floor, and he said he'd call back later,"
Rena said, cutting a piece of rabbit thigh meat onto Qiang's plate while recalling the phone call.
"Hmm, it shouldn't be anything urgent!"
The two of them casually ate the rabbit meat on their plates with knives and forks. Actually, they avoided eating wild animals. But rabbit meat had little gamey smell, especially the thigh, which tasted very similar to chicken, which was why they liked this dish.
Rena prepared a simple, home-cooked meal for the two of them, not a wide variety. The appetizers included salad, followed by main courses of meat or fish, soup, and desserts typically homemade apple pie without pesticides.
"If Beckham's call is urgent, it's fine for us to answer, but if it's not important, he can decide for himself,"
Qiang said, popping a piece of French bread with butter into his mouth.
Jian wholeheartedly agreed with Qiang's opinion. Beckham was a very capable secretary, but his calls were usually at inopportune times. Several times in the past, the two of them had become his victims, although he never disturbed their private time; only in emergencies would he contact them regardless of the time or place.
"That's true,"
Rena smiled, understanding the situation, and also appreciating her husband's hard work.
"Oh, he said something strange! He asked if you two spoke Arabic, why?"
she said, as she served salad to each of them.
"Arabic?"
The two suddenly stopped eating and looked at Rena with incredulous expressions.
"He only said that and then hung up. I don't know what happened..."
Rena answered, putting the salad spoon back into the salad plate.
"He can speak general everyday conversation, but he can't speak the Egyptian and Moroccan dialects. What about Qiang?"
Jian asked Qiang while eating.
"Me too." Qiang said, then downed his spicy red wine in one gulp and put the glass back on the table.
Because Drew was worried about assassination and kidnapping attempts by rival organizations, he didn't allow Jian to receive compulsory education in regular schools. From a very young age, Drew specially selected outstanding individuals from within the organization to tutor Jian. Therefore, by the age of fifteen, Jian was proficient in various subjects, and his knowledge level was no different from that of a top university student.
Among these subjects, Drew especially valued the essential knowledge of rulership, politics, and economics required of a leader. In addition to language, thanks to Drew, Ken is fluent in French, Italian, German, and Japanese, among others, besides English. He only knows Arabic, Spanish, and Russian for basic conversational purposes. Furthermore, in recent years, he has been learning various Asian languages for the company's international expansion plans.
On the other hand, after graduating from a private school related to the organization, Drew needed a respectable academic background to introduce him to the financial world. Therefore, he enrolled him in a prestigious university in New York, graduating first in economics. Of course, his language skills weren't as strong as Ken's.
"Does he want us to negotiate something? Did he mention that speaking Arabic would be more convenient, etc."
While Qiang was speaking, Ken was diligently cutting the poor cheese with a knife.
"Anyway, I can't fly to the Middle East!"
Ken said, propping his cheek with one hand and glancing sideways at Qiang. No wonder he had a bad feeling earlier; his composed face clearly showed suspicion.
“If you’re going, Qiang can go alone.”
Jian cut a small piece of the cheese, which had a distinctive animalistic smell, and placed it in front of Qiang. His eyes seemed to say, “Eat!” Jian had never liked cheese made from goat’s milk, a fact that Rena knew very well. However, on such a snowy day, it was impossible to buy any fresh produce outside, so they had to make do.
Of course, Rena was also strict about her picky eating. Therefore, Jian endured the food until he couldn’t eat the last bite.
“Come on, we haven’t said we’re going!”
Qiang ate the rest of Jian’s cheese with a wry smile. Rena smiled beside him, while Jian downed his glass of wine in one gulp.
“Maybe it’s the people from over there who are coming, and we’re arguing about whether to go or not.”
Although he said this, Qiang knew in his heart that this time they were going to cross the ocean. Moreover, his past experience told him that he had a very ominous premonition.
As usual, the two of them bathed together and then rested in a private room on the right side of the first floor facing the courtyard. There was a swimming pool there, located between the studio and the corridor, next to a spacious living room.
"We'll answer the phone, so you can rest easy. Thank you,"
they would say to Reina after finishing their chores for the day. Qiang thanked Reina and looked up from the sofa by the fireplace, who was looking at a fashion magazine.
On the coffee table next to Ken was some herbal tea, its fragrant aroma reminiscent of apples. Qiang rested his elbows on the sofa armrests, browsing various books while enjoying the aroma of tobacco.
"The rabbit meat was so delicious,"
Ken smiled, running his fingers through his damp hair. The beautiful housekeeper bid them farewell and returned to her quarters next door. Outside
the window, all was quiet, except for the continuous falling snowflakes. The mansion felt so deserted after the lights were turned off, except for the warmth and comfort of their room with the fireplace burning. A bedside lamp was lit on either side of the double bed, casting shadows onto the ceiling.
It was past midnight, and presumably Becky wouldn't call again, so the two of them slipped into bed.
Becky was on a business trip to Washington DC, working on a crucial request from the organization for Rey Ruhr Heavy Chemicals. He needed to consult with various small Middle Eastern countries about sophisticated oil extraction and development facilities, as well as important construction projects like seawater purification. The project was currently in the contract signing stage, but many details still needed to be negotiated. Therefore, Becky remained at the Washington DC branch office next to the embassy.
Although they were somewhat bothered by his mention of not speaking Arabic, they didn't currently have plans to fly to the Middle East, and they didn't want to create unnecessary trouble, so they decided to ignore it. Besides, they didn't want to add too much work.
"Mmm..."
Qiang hugged the reclining Jian and kissed him.
For the two of them, this was the most wonderful thing before sleep, or rather, a ritual to welcome a good night's rest.
Their legs were crossed, their naked bodies pressed together without any gap between their skin, their desire expressed in their greedy lips. Their lips were pressed tightly together, their tongues roaming within, a hot yet sweet stimulation shooting down their spines, saliva binding them together. This was the only kiss allowed between two men in the world, so intense and passionate, and Jian was completely immersed in this desire. He felt most at ease when Qiang held him in his arms.
"...Qiang—"
Jian hesitated between Qiang's lips and collarbone, then hugged his blond hair and called his name.
"What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
Qiang continued to caress him while asking, but Jian replied, "Um, that's not what I meant, but..." He hesitated, looking unsure what to say.
"What is it? Just say it!"
Qiang suddenly moved his lips to Jian's chest, then captured his small nipple, pecking and biting it, his tongue swirling around, until Jian's body finally trembled and he let out a soft sigh. As Qiang gently bit his hardened nipple, Jian swayed his hips even more, then couldn't take it anymore and threw his head back against the feather pillow.
"I was thinking, let's do something different tonight."
"Like what?"
Qiang asked Jian as he moved his tongue to his navel, while Jian vigorously caressed Qiang's cheeks.
"...How about a gentle SM game?"
"SM...?"
Qiang suddenly stopped caressing, his face stiffening, his grayish-blue pupils staring blankly at Jian. Jian then slowly got up from the bed and took out the leather case that was placed to the side.
“Didn’t you want to know what’s inside?”
Ken grinned wickedly, opening the lid with both hands and taking out a shackle with a key—one of the sex toys he’d just seen in Drew’s room.
“…This isn’t appropriate! I’m not interested in this; I prefer regular sex.”
Qiang’s tone was cold, his thoughts written all over his face. Ken knew Qiang wasn’t interested, but he ignored him and handed the shackle to Qiang.
“Of course I know what you’re saying! But it’s just a game; sometimes you need a different kind of stimulation!”
Qiang looked at the shackle Ken had brought and sighed deeply. Between the two shackles, there was a safety strap connecting the two, presumably to prevent hand injuries during resistance. The key was also very finely welded; by any measure, it was something Drew’s father had specially made to discipline his son.
“You! What do you mean you need stimulation… Haven’t you had enough stimulation by now? Didn’t you get raped by Black Panther before? Do you really like this kind of stimulation?”
Qiang threw the shackles onto the sheets, caressing Jian’s hair as he did so.
“Oh! That wasn’t what I wanted. Besides, being raped by Black Panther was something I couldn’t resist! Moreover, that’s Angel Void, a pervert.”
A key suddenly jingled, and Jian picked it up, saying helplessly, “What can I do!”
“So! What I want to do is… something different.”
Jian knelt down, then smiled wickedly at Qiang, his green pupils becoming even more alluring. Qiang, unaware of the meaning, remained indifferent. Jian raised Qiang’s hands and gently kissed him.
“This time, the one being bound isn’t me.”
“Ah… um?”
A bad premonition suddenly swept through Qiang’s chest. In the next instant, Qiang was heavily pressed down onto the feather pillow. He tried to sit up, but Jian sat on top of him like a horse. To prevent Qiang from getting up, Jian quickly grabbed his wrist and skillfully fastened it with a shackle.
"Hey...!"
Qiang tried to escape in surprise. However, Jian's prank showed no sign of stopping. A smile appeared on his face as he locked the shackle, then locked the other wrist as well.
"What are you doing?"
Qiang was now sprawled out on the feather pillow, glaring fiercely at Jian.
"That expression won't work. From now on, you have to follow my instructions."
Jian found Qiang's writhing on the bed very amusing, then touched Qiang's lips with his finger.
"Didn't I tell you? This is just a game, so just enjoy it."
His pale green eyes gazed at Qiang, his moist lips spreading intense passion across Qiang's cheek.
"Ah! Let me go! Don't do this!"
Qiang judged that Jian wouldn't let him go easily, so he cried out in despair. In fact, just as Jian said, this was just a game. That is to say, Qiang didn't need to resist so seriously. Moreover, this was just the beginning of foreplay.
"Hoo... Now, open your mouth, Qiang—"
Jian shifted his body, wrapped one arm around Qiang's head, and gave him his first command. As soon as Qiang opened his mouth, Jian couldn't wait to press his lips to his and explore with his tongue. Slightly out of breath, Jian demanded a deeper and more intense kiss. Qiang, who had always been in control, was now in Jian's place; they were now playing a game of reversed roles.
"Hoo...!"
Qiang's chin lifted slightly, and the crackling sound of burning wood echoed from the roaring fire in the fireplace.
"Can you feel it, Qiang—"
Jian's body curled between Qiang's open legs, burying his head between his thighs and looking up at him as he asked. His slender fingers gently grasped Qiang's glans, from which a clear, lustful fluid was gradually seeping. Understanding Qiang's sensations, Jian, his tongue slick with saliva, kissed and caressed it.
"Isn't this wonderful!"
Qiang appeared calm, but he deliberately concealed his flustered state; it was part of the game, after all, Qiang knew what Jian wanted.
"So, how about this?"
His tongue roamed between Qiang's lower abdomen and penis, sometimes taking the glans into his mouth, sometimes licking his shaft. Qiang's lower abdomen throbbed rapidly. Though his brow was furrowed, his voice betrayed his feelings. Qiang clenched his teeth, his wrists creaking and rubbing under the restraints.
"I love Qiang's face right now!"
Unlike their usual sexual games, Jian was unusually excited, and Qiang's cheeks flushed crimson. Jian rose and stroked his face, utterly delighted by Qiang's pained and bewildered expression.
“Qiang…”
Jian called Qiang’s name softly in a sweet and tender voice. Even though he wasn’t touching Qiang’s body, Qiang’s lower body was uncontrollable, his throbbing glans throbbing and pulsating.
“…Come on!”
Qiang called out breathlessly. Jian, sensing his intention, turned his body to face the opposite direction. He gently placed his cheek on Qiang’s waist and then slowly breathed into the narrow valley between his mounds, his lewd manner causing Qiang’s waist to sway up and down again. When Qiang’s tongue touched his clitoris, Jian immediately closed his eyes, quietly enjoying his sweet caresses.
“Ah…Wow…Ah…”
Qiang’s oral sex skillfully drew out Jian’s most erogenous zone. As the tongue penetrated deeper, Jian’s narrow and hard anal walls were relieved of their tension, the sweet stimulation making Jian’s lower body creak. Although the restraint on his wrists made him feel very uncomfortable, it did make his erogenous zones extremely sensitive.
"Qiang--'s... is already erect."
Ken reached down to Qiang's lower abdomen, grasped his erect penis, and licked it again with his lips and tongue, moistened with saliva. As Ken raised his hips, Qiang also took Ken's penis into his mouth. The love juice secreted from his prostate had an intoxicating taste, like poppy flowers, so his tongue took the alluring penis in even deeper.
"Mmm... mmm..."
From the saliva-soaked mucous membrane, sounds of lustful fluids emanated. Their breaths mingled, their lips and tongues intertwined, unwilling to separate for a long time.
"I... now want Qiang—"
Ken suddenly turned around, facing Qiang, and straddled him. Then, his fingers slowly slid up to Qiang's waist, pressing his opening tightly against Qiang's glans. Qiang watched this scene clearly, while Ken couldn't say a word; all he needed was to watch him silently.
"Ah... Ugh!"
The moment the glans entered the sphincter and penetrated the opening, Jian cried out in pain. As before, the tension in the sphincter could not be relieved at this moment, and the pain was only increasing. His beautiful body stiffened and arched, his willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed, and his slightly parted lips trembled slightly.
"Jian, don't push yourself too hard, it hurts, doesn't it? Let's wait until it's a little wetter!"
Qiang looked at the situation and asked Jian with pity, tilting his head and shaking his head.
"It's okay, it will stop hurting soon... Ugh..."
His snow-white neck tilted back, and Jian slowly lowered himself to his waist, burying Qiang's penis completely inside him. The opening of the sphincter did not relax the sensitive flesh; it tightly surrounded Qiang's manhood, and a burning pain surged in Qiang's lower abdomen.
"...Qiang—kneel."
Jian spoke through the pain, and Qiang did as he was told. Then Jian bound his knees again from behind. Then, she knelt down and opened his crotch, presenting her most private parts to Qiang without any cover. The exposed flesh, now devoid of mystery, was moistened by her lover's saliva, and he entered it deeply once more.
"Wow... Ahh... Ahhh..."
As the pain gradually subsided, Jian began to slowly sway his hips. This made Qiang's penis feel even deeper and tighter, while Qiang frowned.
A creaking sound filled the air as the bed shook again, Jian's long hair seemingly dancing gracefully in the air. Jian even used the massager, swaying his body with his hips, and Qiang used his knees to assist Jian.
"Ahhh... Qiang—Qiang—..."
With each breath, Jian let his voice continue to flow freely. Ken was currently enveloped by an incredible feeling. Although Qiang's penis was ravaging Ken's clitoris, Qiang felt nothing at this moment. For the first time, he felt as if he were being embraced by Ken's body. This inexplicable feeling filled Qiang with unprecedented excitement and agitation.
However, it seemed as if something was missing. Ken thought to himself as he breathed heavily. Although his body had reached an extraordinary level of excitement and stimulation, what was it that was unsatisfying?
"Qiang—..."
Ken suddenly stopped moving, pressing his chest against Qiang's body and reaching out to embrace Qiang's head. Ken demanded another deep kiss. Qiang's penis had bent and was now only shallowly inserted. Ken was still not satisfied and continued to kiss Qiang's lips forcefully.
"This can be untied now! The goal has been achieved, hasn't it?!"
When their lips parted, the shackles on Qiang's hands made a clicking sound. Unexpectedly, Qiang had seen through his thoughts in one sentence, and Ken's eyes widened quickly.
"Hmm..."
Ken stood up and pulled Qiang's penis out of his body. The moment the wet glans was pulled from the clitoris, Qiang felt as if the stimulation had vanished from his spine.
"What's wrong?"
Ken asked Qiang while adjusting his breathing.
"I was thinking, it's quite interesting to try something different sometimes..." Qiang, still bound by shackles, still tried to gently stroke Ken's hair before answering his question. Ken knew what Qiang was going to say next without even thinking.
"Hey! Let go!"
Qiang kept urging. Helpless, Ken could only sigh and look at Qiang's shackled hands, which were stretched out straight. Was this the end of their whimsical game? Just then, the phone rang.
"...Probably Becky!"
Both of them suddenly stiffened and looked at the phone on the table at the same time. With all the lights outside off, the sound was extremely jarring. This call couldn't have come at the worst possible time. The shaking of the bed seemed to echo Jian's anger, while Qiang closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.
"This guy clearly knows what we're doing, is he doing this on purpose?"
"I don't think he's that annoying."
Jian hugged one of the feather pillows, glaring resentfully at the phone beside him.
"There's no way around it! Jian, now's not the time for arguing. Are you going to unlock my door or answer the phone?"
Qiang said seriously, but Jian turned his face away, revealing obvious displeasure. He had finally gotten into a good mood, only to be doused with such cold water; how could he not be angry!
"I don't want to! I've decided to have a good talk with him."
Jian's voice was slightly sarcastic, so Qiang sighed deeply and then called out sternly, "Jian!" Qiang understood Jian's mood at this moment, but it must be that Becky had something to say about work, which was why he was calling at this time.
"…Okay, okay! I'll answer it."
Ken threw down the feather pillow and reluctantly answered the phone. Sure enough, it was Becky calling.
"Hey! Do you know what time it is?" "Qiang—? He's here, but his hands are too sore to answer the phone right now."
Ken turned to look at Qiang, whose eyes seemed to be telling him—untie him. He looked him up and down.
"Wait a minute, I'll hand the phone to him."
Qiang was surprised that Ken agreed so easily. Just then, a mischievous, eerie smile appeared on Ken's face.
"…"
When he saw Ken's smile, he felt a surge of tension. Ken must be up to something again.
"Ugh…"
Ken laughed as he put the receiver to Qiang's ear. He looked at the shackles on his hands, then at their intertwined lower limbs, and smiled wickedly. He opened his lips wide, his penis, which hadn't yet reached climax before being interrupted, hesitating. Then, without warning, he put it in his mouth.
"Wow...! You bastard! Stop! Jian!" Qiang
suddenly felt a jolt of electricity through his lower abdomen, and he shouted loudly. But the shout didn't frighten Jian; he continued to skillfully caress and entwine his tongue.
"...Damn it!"
Qiang groaned, unable to bear the tingling, lewd feeling. Then, he heard Becky's voice in his ear.
"I'm so sorry, boss, for bothering you while you're busy."
"Becker, I'm really sorry, could you hang up now and I'll call you back later?"
Hearing Qiang's loud shouts, the familiar voice could only reply "Okay" and then hang up. However, he never forgot that extra greeting.
"Although it's nice to be affectionate, it's already very late, and the two masters should rest early."
"You bastard! You know it's late, and you still call at this hour? Washington DC and New York don't have a time difference!"
After hearing the sound of the phone being hung up, Qiang cursed fiercely into the receiver, while Jian laughed happily beside him, hugging a feather pillow.
"Ah, it's rare to see Qiang blushing like this, hahaha..."
"Who did this! Who... Hey, can you untie this now!"
Qiang couldn't take it anymore, and he urged Jian to untie him, but Jian chuckled as he changed to a belt to tie him up.
“You beast, this will leave marks.”
Qiang’s wrist was being rubbed, and Jian licked the rubbed area with his tongue.
“It’s okay, this is different from being whipped. At least it will disappear immediately and won’t leave any marks. Besides, I don’t have to go to work tomorrow, so don’t worry!”
Jian picked up the shackles beside him, then neatly put them in the box. Qiang watched Jian’s back from behind.
“So, there are these things in the box too!”
Jian took out a short, connected shackle from the box. Upon seeing it, Qiang suddenly felt a surge of anger.
“Ah…? Qiang—!”
Jian cried out in surprise, but in the instant he tried to escape, he was grabbed by Qiang. He was then thrown onto the bed, and his hands were locked from behind.
“I don’t want this! Didn’t Qiang say he didn’t like it?”
Jian then lay on Qiang’s knees, his head bowed, protesting repeatedly.
"Shut up! I've really angered you today, so I'll play along!"
Qiang said loudly, while simultaneously slapping Jian's exposed, snow-white buttocks.
"Ah... um! I don't want this anymore! It hurts!"
Qiang held the naked Jian, showing no mercy to his buttocks.
"Let go of me! I'm not a child anymore! Let go!"
Jian shouted, shaking his legs. But it was no use; Qiang continued slapping him. Jian finally realized Qiang was serious. He began to panic.
"Let go of me! I won't do it again, I won't do it again!"
Jian begged, stroking Qiang's cheek. He finally let out a long breath and stopped slapping.
"Really?"
A deep, authoritative voice commanded, causing Jian to nod repeatedly, his pale green eyes slightly moist.
“Qiang—…”
After Qiang released Jian, Jian immediately got up and wrapped his arms around Qiang’s neck. Qiang then picked up his slender body and placed him on the bed.
“Just like usual, hug me as usual.”
Jian smiled and hugged Qiang’s body, then gently kissed his cheek.
“Ah… ooh, ah… ha…”
Jian’s sweet voice echoed throughout the room. Qiang spread his legs and inserted two fingers into his anus. Then he gently caressed his penis and anus with his lips and tongue. When the anus was stimulated by such caresses, he could no longer help but let his saliva and love juices mix and make wet, lewd sounds. When the fingers went deeper into the prostate, Qiang’s tongue licked the flesh walls of the anus, and Jian’s lower body couldn’t help but feel a sweet numbness.
Jian thought of his father again. The reason he was able to immerse himself in this kind of sex today was also thanks to his father’s training. Strong's caresses were so captivating, Jian's beautiful body was repeatedly moved, and he couldn't help but breathe heavily.
Looking at his lover's alluring posture, Qiang's heart remained excited. Despite his anger, it was only temporary; after the anger subsided, they could still deeply feel each other's love.
"...Qiang!"
Jian wanted Qiang's passionate body. He spread his arms, letting Qiang place his legs on his shoulders. Qiang bent over, letting his burning erection touch Jian's rose-colored bud, then buried it deep within.
"Wow...wow...ah wow..."
With each thrust of the penis, waves of sweet sensation surged up. Then came waves of pleasure, as if an electric current was flowing through his slender body, causing his waist to sway uncontrollably. The penis penetrated even deeper, and Jian couldn't help but let out heavy breathing. Qiang could tell it was an undisguised, lustful, and pleasurable sound.
Jian's soft moans deeply stirred Qiang's heart. With the intense rhythm of love and lust, the burning walls of his anus and Qiang's penis intertwined tightly. As the sphincter gripped that deep male characteristic, the sweet, tingling sensation in Qiang's lower body intensified.
"Ah...ah..."
The new stimulation caused Jian to arch back involuntarily, the sensitive opening on the glans glistening with secreted fluid. He grasped it with his fingers, and Jian's thin body immediately convulsed. He involuntarily gripped the sheet, then leaned against it while shaking his head.
"Ah...so good, so wonderful!"
Long eyelashes concealed moist eyes, and the shock of his body revealed a burning breath. Rapid breathing, profuse sweat, and wildly combed black hair. From his flushed skin emanated his usual perfume and the pungent smell of sweat. The deeper the erotic play went, the more dazzling Jian's beauty became. Just as Drew had hinted to him before, this beautiful body possessed an incredible magic; it was his destiny. No man who held him could ever truly capture him; the most dangerous was the lustful boy himself.
"Ken, lift your waist a little."
Qiang felt his burning lower abdomen about to ejaculate, so Ken lifted his waist off the sheets. Qiang held Ken's waist with one hand, kneeling so they could be tightly connected. The tension made the embrace even tighter, and Qiang, savoring the sensation of the flesh, began to slowly sway his hips.
"Wow... ah... ah... oh..."
As the thrusting increased, Ken cried out repeatedly, which excited Qiang even more, leading him to add more vigorous movements.
"Ahhh... Qiang! Qiang!"
The entire bedroom was filled with joyful cries and soft, panting breaths, their voices mingling and blending together. In that instant, the two reached their peak simultaneously. The dazzling pleasure immersed them in the most blissful sensory world. The immense impact and surging waves pushed them to the ultimate realm once again.
At the climax, both felt disoriented, as if they were in the universe, yet also as if they were about to face death together. Ken nestled in Qiang's arms, and Qiang, just as Ken had hoped, felt happiest when he released his intense desire.
"We should apologize to Beckham,"
Ken said, still basking in the afterglow of satisfaction, as he lay on the feather pillow. Qiang, meanwhile, comfortably lay on the pillow making a phone call.
"Weren't you angry? You're acting like an idiot."
With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Qiang pressed the phone button; he remembered the Washington DC branch's number. After the passion subsided, sleepiness always came quickly. Ken buried half his face in the pillow, his eyes slowly moving with the smoke.
"We must take a day off next Saturday!"
Ken exclaimed suddenly, as if remembering something.
"Because of the snow, most of the unimportant things were canceled. So, we can go to the opera as planned."
Qiang answered Ken's question and then started talking to Beckham on the phone.
"This is Aidai's second performance, so please don't let the work get ruined during this time..."
Ken said sleepily, while Qiang held a cigarette between his fingers, one hand holding the microphone, and the other stroking Ken's hair like petting a cat. Ken was in a good mood and closed his eyes to enjoy the moment.
"Oh, right, where is the kerosene lamp? Ask Becks while you're at it, I'll go look for it again tomorrow."
Ken turned his back to Qiang, it seemed the kerosene lamp issue wasn't over yet. Qiang couldn't help but smile wryly, then pulled the blanket over Ken, who quickly fell asleep. Qiang then turned the volume down and continued his conversation with Becks.
"Huh...? Is it leaving next week?"
As the conversation went on, Qiang's voice grew louder, waking Ken.
"So, what are you going to say to him?"
Qiang was worried Ken would get up, and sure enough, as he expected, Ken was already sitting up and looking at him.
“I understand… It’s alright, I’ll explain to Jian. Thank you for your help.”
Qiang sighed heavily and hung up the phone. Then he tossed his hand, which wasn’t holding a cigarette, aside, as if to say, “There’s really no other way.” He scratched his head awkwardly. After finishing the call with Becky, the atmosphere suddenly became very heavy. After a while, Jian seemed to understand the situation. He looked at Qiang with his pale green eyes, as if waiting for him to explain, although he already knew what Qiang was thinking from his expression. But he still insisted that he say it.
“Jian… you need to listen to me calmly. The plans for next Saturday have to be changed. I have to fly to the Middle East now.”
“…”
Jian didn’t respond to what Qiang said. However, his silence showed his anger. In this situation, nothing Qiang said would make a difference, so he could only remain silent for the time being.
He wanted to change the atmosphere, so he put his cigarette in the ashtray, but Jian slapped his hand.
“Jian…?”
Could it be… As he spoke, Qiang's entire body stiffened, and a sinister smile appeared on Jian's beautiful face. Then, Qiang's mournful cry echoed throughout the room.
"No...no!"
Qiang felt excruciating pain as his left fingernail was pressed against the cigarette butt.
"Goodnight!"
Jian helped Qiang stub out the cigarette in the ashtray, then quickly pulled the blanket back up to cover him, turning his back to Qiang again.
"You beast, it's not my fault!"
Qiang looked back and forth between his red fingernails and Jian, now completely revealing his ugly side. He knew Jian was so angry because he had ruined his vacation plans because of Bekos. Moreover, when he was asked if he could speak Arabic, he had a bad feeling. Now, his feeling had been confirmed.
"..."
Jian opened his eyes from the smoke, and then Qiang sighed, put on his coat, and walked into the corridor. A silence enveloped the quiet corridor, the cold air seemingly frozen. Qiang opened the studio door, turned on the heater, walked to his desk, started the computer, activated the communication system, and continued checking emails. One by one, intelligence reports appeared on the screen; he still had several emails to read!
"The Kingdom of Madigu, is it...?"
It's still a feudal state, a small country in the Middle East. In the past, some nomadic tribes fought a civil war, which was suppressed by neighboring tribes. Thus, their chief became the monarch, the current chief of the Kingdom of Madigu—the Emperor. Qiang had met him once during a visit to the United States. At that time, he hadn't yet become the adopted son of the Reynolds family. Presumably, the kerosene lamp was given to Drew around that time; Ken was only about seven or eight years old then!
"It's strange that on the same day Ken was searching for the kerosene lamp, he also decided to go to the kerosene lamp's homeland..."
Qiang rambled on incoherently, feeling that the day was incredibly long and tiring! Thinking about it this way, if Ken hadn't gone to Drew's father's room to find the kerosene lamp, he wouldn't have missed Beck's call at that time because he was looking for Ken.
"..."
After forcefully typing out the email, he composed himself and returned to his dorm.
"That guy's personality is truly the worst in the world... Otherwise, if I didn't love him so much, I wouldn't be able to associate with him like this."
Qiang thought to himself as he looked at Ken sleeping beside him as if nothing had happened. He stroked his hair, realizing that he was probably the only one who could see Ken's innocent and unguarded sleeping face. Thinking of this, Qiang's eyes filled with boundless love, and then he smiled self-deprecatingly and took off his coat.
"Hey, Ken, I'm coming in!"
Qiang deliberately squeezed into the bed and pulled the blanket over himself. Awakened, Ken sleepily took Qiang's hand, looking worriedly at his slightly red fingernails.
“You don’t need to say anything, just lick it and it will be fine.”
After Qiang finished speaking, Jian smiled with relief. He licked the slight burn mark, while Qiang smiled wryly and hugged Jian’s slender shoulders. Jian
then pressed his cheek tightly against Qiang’s chest. The fire in the heater crackled and popped again, and the two of them enjoyed each other’s body heat and fell asleep, soon drifting into a deep sleep.

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