Chapter 100: Enamored by the Little Vixen
It was just a gentle peck.
Only children were obsessed with the mere touching of lips. He loved Wen Rong; he wanted to do more with him, to explore him deeply, and to establish secrets that no outsider could know.
“Wen Rong,” Leon asked, pressing against Wen Rong’s cheek. “Does kissing make you feel good?”
“Does it feel good for you, Senior?” Wen Rong asked back.
“There is a sense of satisfaction.”
“But that feeling isn’t the ‘comfort’ I’m talking about; that’s excitement. Actually, when a person feels truly comfortable, it often comes from hidden senses.”
“Where are Senior’s hidden senses?”
“Touching yourself is different from being touched by someone else. Senior doesn’t know where it would feel good either; no one has ever helped Senior look for them.”
“Do you want me to help you find them, Senior?”
“Why don’t you let Senior help you find yours first?”
Leon released Wen Rong’s face, his fingertips drumming on Wen Rong’s cervical spine as if typing on a keyboard.
Two butterfly bones on his back rose up, moving rhythmically.
He asked, knowing the answer perfectly well, “When I touch here, does your back tingle? Do you get goosebumps and feel the urge to take a deep breath?”
“…Yes.”
“Then let that breath out.”
The exhaled breath brushed against his ear. Leon’s fingertips paused for half a second. He closed his eyes briefly before saying, “Very good. Do you feel comfortable now?”
“…”
“Is it uncomfortable?”
“…It feels good.”
“I can hear your heartbeat.”
“Do you want to try other places?”
Leon lowered his eyes, swallowed his saliva, and looked expectantly as his hand slid down the spine.
Like a general on a battlefield: Step into the forbidden zone! Caress every inch of land in the forbidden zone! Plant the flag!
Thump, thump, thump. His heart blew the horn of victory, and saliva secreted excessively from sheer joy.
Suddenly, before the land of victory was reached, a finger slipped inside his shirt first. A fingernail scraped diagonally across the flesh of his chest and hooked lightly.
Leon met Wen Rong’s teasing eyes.
“63 minutes and 45 seconds. That golden-haired man pressed his boyfriend against the sink just like this.”
Similar words, traveling across time and space.
“If Senior took off his clothes, you should look even better than him.”
The cunning enemy wanted to steal his home base.
Pfft.
Leon turned his head and laughed, temporarily abandoning his plan to invade the forbidden zone. He surrendered, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand.
His smartwatch was still being tightly gripped. His shirt piled up at his elbows. Leon took another sip at Wen Rong’s lips, the elasticity of skin and flesh creating an erotic sound.
“Are you curious about what it feels like for a man to have sex with another man?”
“Senior has watched so much; are you curious?”
“Curious.”
Leon deliberately lowered his head to touch Wen Rong’s brow. “Curious about what kind of sensation such a collision would have.”
Wen Rong hooked his lips, his expression unreadable between disgust and delight. “How lewd.”
“Looking at it now, compared to the watch, this reveals our feelings much better… Can you let go of Senior’s hand for a moment? Senior wants to carry you to the bed.”
“I can walk myself.”
Leon pressed his exposed chest against Wen Rong. “At a time like this, you should use Senior to your heart’s content.”
The mirror reflected a smooth, bare back, with a groove recessed down the middle being brushed by well-defined knuckles.
Wen Rong got goosebumps, inhaled deeply, and exhaled heavily.
“The moment I let go of Senior’s hand, Senior started behaving dishonestly.”
“Mhm, you caught me.”
“Then I punish Senior to carry me to the bed.”
Wen Rong raised his arms and climbed up, hanging onto Leon actively. Like climbing a tree, he shimmied upwards until his gaze went from eye-level to looking down from above.
Leon supported him. “This is clearly a reward.”
“En, rewarding Senior.”
Wen Rong thought that Senior’s eyes were very beautiful when he laughed. They gave off the feeling of a clear sky and a sunny, breezy day.
Even as the world spun and they sank into the soft bed, he couldn’t look away.
His breathing was rapid. He didn’t even know when the sensation of vibration had changed.
Wen Rong looked down and saw the smartwatch firmly strapped to his own wrist, wrapped within Senior’s palm.
“Senior also wants to know how fast your heart is beating.”
Rather than wanting to know, it was more like shackles. He was pinned there firmly, unable to move a muscle.
“Your heart is beating so fast; it’s vibrating constantly.”
Wen Rong bent his knee and pressed it between himself and Leon. “Senior is acting like a tyrant taking what he wants by force.”
“How is it ‘acting’? Senior really wants to forcefully pin you here and do many things.”
The two looked at each other and smiled, like best friends having a heart-to-heart talk, unable to hold back any secrets when the conversation hit its peak.
Wen Rong turned his head, picked up a petal from the bed with his mouth, and with a whoosh, blew the petal onto Leon’s face.
“When I booked the hotel, I specifically called and asked them to sprinkle rose petals on the bed for me.”
“So it was all your arrangement. Senior felt awkward about it for nothing.”
“Because there are many accidents, and I don’t know when I might die… Before an accident comes, I want to forcefully pin Senior here and do many things.”
The azure pupils suddenly constricted.
The watch vibrated. Wen Rong’s heart beat fast. He was aroused. His fair skin couldn’t hide it; the blood rushed turbulently, leaving pink traces everywhere.
Lying naked on the bed like this, chin raised high, his slender neck was shockingly beautiful.
Leon was completely enamored, his soul upside down.
He urgently grabbed the ankle he should have touched at noon, his fingertips inadvertently catching a flower petal.
“We can’t do it tonight, because we have to go to the amusement park tomorrow.”
“As payment for making Senior endure, remember to cry out a little louder.”
The sky was just turning bright.
The sound of a cart moving with difficulty over the carpet woke him up.
Because he had shed physiological tears last night, Wen Rong’s eyes hurt. It took him ten seconds to prop his eyelids open.
“You can get up for breakfast.”
It was Senior’s voice.
He propped himself up on the bed dizzily, trying to sit up. A hand reached out first to support his back, helping him sit upright.
“I…” Wen Rong opened his mouth, only to find his voice was hoarse.
—Because he had to cry out a little louder.
Senior was excessive last night.
Using the tip of his nose to press against Wen Rong’s lower abdomen, leaving a dark water stain on the sweatpants.
Rubbing him, grinding against him, squeezing him. He was being tortured to madness, yet Senior leisurely asked, “Wen Rong, do you know what the idiom ‘scratching an itch from outside the boot’ means?”
His brain thought intermittently, and his mouth answered in a mess: “Speaking… essay… Senior… so uncomfortable.”
“You haven’t finished saying it.”
“Speech, essay failing to grasp the main point.”
“And the literal meaning?”
“Separated by… boots… I remember… it’s a derogatory term.”
“En, but sometimes, it’s a good word.”
“Senior, I want to—”
Wen Rong finally understood why, back in school, many students would go to internet cafes even if they had to skip class.
When driven by intense desire, even if he told himself he couldn’t indulge, his body wouldn’t listen to commands.
He couldn’t conceive that resolving it himself in front of Senior was a shameful thing; he just wanted it to end a little faster.
But both his hands were trapped, unable to move.
Countless times he lifted his body, wanting to cater to it, but bumping into anything was like drinking poison to quench thirst, entering an even more unbearable state.
His throat opened and closed, squeezing out breathy sounds.
“You can be a little louder.”
“I…”
Wen Rong’s mind went blank, watching the ceiling light split from one into many.
“Senior,” he panted, a little dissatisfaction rising in his heart.
Senior was too bad; he couldn’t just sit and wait for death.
“Hm?”
“Can I call you Wifey?”
“…”
The air went silent for a moment. A shadow covered him, the light blurring around the edges of golden hair. Wen Rong couldn’t see Senior’s expression clearly at that moment.
The two were deadlocked for a few seconds before laughter poured down, smashing into his face.
“Almost fell for it.”
Almost meant he hadn’t fallen for it yet.
Wen Rong straightened his back, struggling to hook his chin over Senior’s nape.
His fragile Adam’s apple touched lightly. It tickled.
It drilled into the heart.
He leaned close to Senior’s ear and panted, “Wifey, you seem… smaller than m—”
“…”
“…”
The heavy night was silent. The wall lamp elongated their overlapping shadows, falling onto the wall as a mass of suddenly stiffened black.
In an instant, Wen Rong’s shoulders were pushed into the soft bed, the back of his head rocking against the pillow.
The ceiling light returned to his vision. His lower body went cool as his sweatpants covered the night light.
The room was invaded by that darkness on the wall, and Wen Rong fell into a wet, scorching heat.
Very deep.
Senior took his hand to touch the arc raised on his neck. In the intervals, he smiled dotingly. “Little Little Rong can reach here. Indeed very—”
Boom. His brain exploded. His body went completely out of control. Instinctively, he wanted to kick everything away, but he was suddenly grabbed. The ticklish sensation of finger pads sliding over his soles came through.
His whole body convulsed.
That extreme pleasure, even upon recollection, made his lower abdomen tighten.
“Come, drink some water.”
Reality and memory intertwined. Wen Rong took the water glass in a daze, moistening his hoarse throat.
“Why does it look like your soul hasn’t returned? Do you want Senior to help you wash up?”
Wen Rong shook his head subconsciously, but then, due to his overall fatigue, nodded. “Yes.”
Although it was a bit excessive, it was very comfortable, so he could reward Senior.
He found a reason very simply.
“If only you could rely on Senior like this in the future.”
Wen Rong repeated what he had said after it ended last night, “Next time, I want to torture Senior too.”
Senior Leon answered “Okay,” just like last night.
Wen Rong bent his legs, trying to stand up, when he heard the voice again: “We can go to the secret base.”
Wait, wasn’t Shi Ye and the others right next door?!
As if seeing through his thoughts, the smile on Senior Leon’s face deepened. “In order not to be discovered by them, neither of us is allowed to make a sound when the time comes.”
Wen Rong: “…”
He had to admit, in this aspect, he was still no match for Senior, who had watched countless films.
“Come on, hang onto Senior. Senior will wash the little vixen.”
This was the first time in Wen Rong’s memory that he had been “served” by someone. The towel was soft, pressing steadily against his face. He opened his mouth, and the toothbrush scraped over every tooth, feeling a bit ticklish.
It would be nice if it could be like this forever.
Wen Rong only thought about it for a moment. He had studied politics and history as a child and knew how important technology was to a country. As a researcher, Senior had many responsibilities and couldn’t take care of him forever.
And Senior was a very smart person. Since he chose to do this kind of work, it must be because he liked it.
Wen Rong didn’t want Senior to give up his ideals for him.
…
After breakfast, the two set off for the theme park. Since they had bought express passes for every attraction, they finished checking them all off in one morning.
Wen Rong sat on a roadside bench, searching for what else they could play while resting.
As he searched, his peripheral vision sharply caught a familiar shadow in the crowd.
At first, he didn’t pay attention, but his brain kept recalling it. The shadow deepened layer by layer like painted lacquer, the outline becoming clearer and clearer.
Huh?
Wen Rong looked up abruptly and locked eyes with the person spying in the dark.
The person hastily turned their face away, wanting to run.
Wen Rong took out his phone and made a call.
One second.
Two seconds.
Hung up actively.
“Senior,” Wen Rong spoke.
“Hm?”
“I saw Shi Ye.”
Leon chuckled lightly. “Expected. He definitely drove here overnight. Maybe we can admire his dark circles later.”
“Seems we can’t date alone anymore.”
“Didn’t we already have our date last night?”
Leon looked down at Wen Rong’s phone; the screen showed Shi Ye calling back.
“Ask him to come over. Being alone in an amusement park seems a bit pitiful.”
So Wen Rong picked up the phone. “We saw you.”
A black shadow poked its head out from behind a wall. The body was too conspicuous, a head taller than the passersby.
Wen Rong thought that if he didn’t speak again, Shi Ye would definitely shrink his head back to ponder, hesitate, and worry.
Shi Ye’s personality was very strange. Sometimes he was very straightforward, sometimes very awkward. When he was awkward, if you ignored him, he would get emotional, and then go back and forth…
So Wen Rong raised his pitch as much as possible, releasing obvious happiness: “It’s a bit of a surprise. I thought you wouldn’t come… Come over quick, Senior and I are discussing what to eat for lunch.”
Shi Ye finally walked out from behind the wall, approaching step by halting step. He took off his baseball cap embarrassedly and rubbed his hair.
It was already a buzzcut; it hadn’t grown much in half a month, so it was prickly.
He glanced at Wen Rong carefully, his eyelids trembling.
Afraid that Wen Rong and Leon had defined their relationship last night. Afraid that Wen Rong and Leon had become intimate. Afraid that Wen Rong was angry at him for disturbing the date.
“I…”
Wen Rong’s eyes curved. “Shi Ye, what do you want to eat for lunch?”
All explanations were swallowed back into his stomach. Shi Ye let out a breath.
He would continue to like Wen Rong.
Only like Wen Rong.
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