Chapter 87: “Xi Yun, It Hurts.” As for What To Do Next, Do I Still Need To…
Shirt stays—a small tool used to secure the hem of a shirt.
Both men and women can use them, employing physical means to prevent the shirt hem from shifting during movement, used to keep one’s attire neat and proper, often in formal settings.
Where there is a need, there is a market, and naturally, there is more than one type of shirt stay. The ones Le Can used were a common type—leg stays.
Leather black leg rings with three straps in different positions, the tops of the straps equipped with silver metal clips. At first glance, they didn’t look like anything proper, but in this regard, it was a matter of perspective…
The wine-red shirt Le Can was wearing shouldn’t have been paired with shirt stays.
The top, two sizes too large, vaguely traced the youth’s figure. His sleeves were half-rolled, the top two buttons of his collar undone—the picture of a dissolute and unrestrained man.
Others didn’t know, but Le Can did. In invisible corners, the cold metal clips were loosely hanging onto the hem of his shirt tucked into his clothes, failing to provide any of the intended fixing function.
As for why he wore a small item he didn’t need?
The straddling posture forced his legs to tense, and the clothes fitted tightly to the lines of his body. In this situation, beneath the black trousers that usually didn’t reveal anything, the little secret hidden by the owner was suddenly exposed.
In the darkness, Le Can led Xi Yun’s large, well-defined hand to his leg, bringing it to touch this uneven spot.
[It hurts here…]
A black band two fingers wide was sunken into the fair and plump flesh, constricting a place that rarely saw the sun, rubbing this delicate patch until it was red.
Le Can felt a gentle force stroke the sore and itchy spot. He leaned his head on the man’s broad shoulder, closing his eyes and comfortably letting out a sigh from his nose.
[My head is so dizzy. I wonder which good person could help me take these off?]
The movement that had just made Le Can comfortable stopped. He slowly opened his eyes in the darkness, looking at the man wearing the silver half-mask, who was as silent as a statue.
The moonlight outside was like water, slowly enveloping the two who were in intimate proximity within the room.
“What? You don’t know where to start?”
He pointed out the other’s distress, yet it also seemed to have a double meaning, playfully mocking something in the shadows.
After a long silence, Xi Yun lowered his head, his lips gently falling upon the playful brow of the youth in his arms, finally acknowledging his embarrassment in silence.
“Yaoyao…”
Shirt stays are worn under clothing. If they were to be removed, it was completely self-evident what needed to be removed first.
The aftereffects of the champagne finally showed; Le Can was already somewhat drunkenly limp, and after another bout of kissing, his consciousness seemed to have lightly entered the clouds.
At this moment, as Xi Yun’s raspy, low voice rang out, Le Can’s spine felt as if its bones had been removed. A numbing sensation, like an electric current, passed through him…
He tilted his head, rubbing his itchy ear back and forth against Xi Yun’s neck. There was the intention of relieving the itch through the rubbing, but more so, it was to express dissatisfaction.
[No, no! It’s no use calling me.]
On a cool night at sea, the warm body temperature was comparable to a winter quilt. Added to the drunkenness and full-body weakness, Le Can didn’t want to move at all.
Finally, he pulled the large palm around his waist, bringing it back to his waist where the only button was fastened, and together they undid the round button.
Beneath the button was the zipper…
A voice tinged with accusation and a feigned sob rang out in the quiet room: “Xi Yun, it hurts.”
A light sigh was heard, followed by the sound of the smooth metal zipper being pulled down. Then came a series of rustling sounds, and a light piece of black clothing slid from the edge of the wheelchair, silently piling up on the carpet.
His body was lifted and then lowered; Le Can’s posture was changed by Xi Yun from straddling to sitting sideways. Two well-proportioned, slender, yet fair and fleshy long legs were pressed together, hanging to one side.
Xi Yun, whose eyes were still closed, appeared calm on the surface. In reality, because of the previous movements, his heart was racing. His X-ray vision—which had been recovering over several days—uncontrollably experienced a brief loss of control!
Under the dim moonlight, the jade-like legs seemed to emit a faint white glow, moist and holy. But in the middle of the legs, the leather black leg rings glinted with the unique luster of leather, adding a touch of eroticism to that holiness…
Under the effect of his ability, the images presented in his mind were clear in every detail. Whether it was the dark red marks constricted by the leg rings or the scene where the leather pressed into the flesh, appearing full of desire…
Xi Yun’s Adam’s apple rolled, and while his breathing was erratic, he quickly turned his face away.
Le Can, who had needed to keep his back straight while straddling, gave up the strength in his waist and abdomen while sitting sideways, truly turning into a “limp noodle” as he treated himself as an ornament.
He opened his misty eyes a crack, and upon seeing the “see no evil” Xi Yun, he burst out laughing.
Le Can raised his chin, his mouth biting the edge of the silver half-mask. Holding a thin piece of metal in his teeth, his hands caressed the perfectly smooth jawline beneath, bit by bit using force to lift the mask.
The hands used to steady the man didn’t use much force because Xi Yun had no intention of struggling or refusing. He quietly kept his eyes closed, permitting all the youth’s actions.
With a clatter, the mask—pushed off by his tongue—hit the floor.
Le Can lightly licked the strange metallic taste in his mouth, his hands pressing against the man’s jaw with slight force. Xi Yun followed the movement and lowered his head, and his soft lips and tongue once again broke into the other’s mouth.
However, this kiss was very brief.
Before Xi Yun could deepen this sudden kiss, the person who had been messily licking his mouth like a kitten withdrew abruptly.
Xi Yun was left with his mouth open after the warm retreat, cool wind blowing in, a hint of helplessness and longing surfacing in his eyes.
[Xi Yun, you’re so slow.]
The inner voice wrapped in dissatisfaction crashed into his ears.
Le Can, who had finally fumbled out of his trousers after much dallying, kicked his legs to emphasize the task that Xi Yun seemed to have forgotten after doing half of it.
“Hmm, uncomfortable…”
For someone who didn’t often wear shirt stays, this was a difficult attempt, the experience much like putting on new shoes.
On one side was the new material that hadn’t yet softened, and on the other was the tender skin that hadn’t undergone any training; the softer latter was bound to suffer.
Xi Yun pursed his thin lips, reaching out to grab one strap and pulling it down with force.
The clip holding the shirt edge was yanked off, the two sides of the metal colliding and making a crisp sound.
This sound seemed to open something, followed by the click-clack sounds of clips being pulled off, ringing out one after another in the silent night.
The youth leaning in Xi Yun’s arms with closed eyes, seemingly asleep, had the curve of his lips slowly deepen.
Once some things take the first step, the rest isn’t that difficult. And once some bottom lines are lowered, a single retreat leads to retreating again and again…
One leg ring, three clips. After Xi Yun had pulled off a total of six clips, his stopping fingers silently clenched in mid-air before slowly relaxing.
His slender and powerful fingers touched the surface of the black leather. After pausing for a few seconds, they slipped between the leg ring and the warm skin, hooking the item—which didn’t have much elasticity—and slowly pulling it down.
The soft and bouncy skin was grazed, and then the feeling of restraint on the leg disappeared.
“Yaoyao, lift your leg.”
The youth resting with his eyes closed gave a light hum but didn’t move. Le Can heard him but was too lazy to move… Xi Yun’s lowered brow was incredibly soft.
He reached out to pull the person deeper into his arms. Then, his large, well-defined palm propped up the soft, fair leg and bent it, while his other hand took off the leg ring that had moved to the ankle.
Using the same method, Xi Yun gently and meticulously removed the leg ring from Le Can’s other leg.
The moment all the restraints were removed, the youth who had been drowsing in the man’s arms suddenly sat up.
The hand that was still grabbing the back of his knee was inevitably caught between them when his legs became entangled.
Under Xi Yun’s closed eyelids, his eyes shook violently. He tried to withdraw his hand, but how could Le Can, who had done this intentionally, let go so easily?
He pressed his knee into the inner part of Xi Yun’s elbow, using clever force to push it down. On the other side, his hands propped up Xi Yun’s chin to force the other to look up, then he opened his mouth and bit into the other’s mouth and nose bridge with increasing force.
“The clothes are off. As for what to do next, do I still need to teach you?”
It was clearly a question, yet it held a clear instruction. The tone of disappointment and the rising pitch made it obvious at first hearing that he was saying the opposite.
Xi Yun felt the gnawing on his face. Its presence was strong yet not painful, instead bringing a hard-to-endure itch to the heart.
He gave a sigh of surrender, his free hand propping up Le Can’s head, lowering his head to seal it with a kiss. And his other, imprisoned hand, as the youth turned into a pool of spring water, also sought upward as he wished.
Fine beads of sweat broke out on Le Can’s nose and forehead.
At a certain moment, the supple waist suddenly arched, and the small beads of sweat collided and merged, finally sliding down under the weight.
The words and inner voice that had clearly rung in Xi Yun’s ears not long ago were all crushed into broken sounds. He tilted his head in a good mood, a series of kisses falling accurately.
His X-ray vision had long since opened without being restricted by its owner, and even though Xi Yun never opened his eyes from start to finish, he didn’t miss a single subtle reaction of the person in his arms.
Even as the culprit, the person applying pleasure and pain, the rhythm in Xi Yun’s hands did not speed up step by step.
He maliciously pushed Le Can to his limit, then cut off the extreme experience. Amidst a series of genuine cries of curses and acts of spoiled behavior from the youth, he slowly gave comfort.
After all, this was a two-person journey; the two of them couldn’t be too far apart. In this journey, even if Le Can’s endurance and stamina were lacking, Xi Yun wanted to reach the destination together with him.
At the moment the fireworks outside the window and the fireworks in their minds exploded simultaneously, Le Can opened his mouth and bit down hard on Xi Yun’s shoulder.
Feeling the sharp pain on his shoulder, Xi Yun slowly withdrew his hand, leisurely using a tissue to slowly wipe away the extra water marks on the surface.
He spread out the blanket from the nearby sofa, wrapping up the youth—whose shirt was completely open and whose body was covered in red marks—and held him in his arms again.
“Xi Yun, are you ‘no good’?!”
He had thought that after the manual gear, he would wait for a new way of driving, but…
Having recovered his strength, Le Can pushed aside the blanket on him, his peach blossom eyes rounding as he looked with disbelief at the man who had clearly already inserted two fingers but ultimately withdrew them.
Xi Yun gave a light sigh and pulled the person back into his arms.
“It was my oversight, Yaoyao… there’s nothing here we can use.”
Recalling Xi Yun’s size, Le Can’s waist reflexively shook. But the next second, he reacted quickly, the corners of his eyes arching upward, his amber eyes carrying clear suspicion.
“Did you do it on purpose?”
Knowing clearly that he was coming to find him today, everything was properly prepared, except for the things necessary for a “non-vegetarian” sleep… Le Can found it hard not to be suspicious.
Xi Yun pressed down the furry head that was raised before his chest, leading Le Can to look toward the window.
In the pitch-black night sky, a grand and brilliant fireworks show had begun at some unknown time. Brilliant and colorful sparks scattered and bloomed in layers, so beautiful it was dazzling.
“Yes.”
Xi Yun had done it on purpose.
“I just didn’t want you to miss these fireworks.”
A grand show he had meticulously planned, a show of fireworks that was being delivered very late…
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