Morning and Chapter 34

Although the snow was romantic, it was still cold. The two of them held hands and hurried back into the car, where they shared another kiss across the handbrake. Chang Ming’an had never known that the simple contact of lips and tongues could feel so good. It left his whole body tingling, like sinking into a hot bath in the middle of winter or tasting ice cream on a summer afternoon, melting his willpower until even the steadiest resolve began to falter.

When they got home He Mu kicked off his shoes, slipped into slippers, and quickly washed his face. His bare skin still glistened with water, and his curly hair clung to his forehead. Chang Ming’an turned on the air conditioner, made two cups of hot milk tea, and stood by the bay window in the bedroom watching the snow. He Mu slipped his still-cold, damp hands under Chang Ming’an’s clothes and pressed them against his lower abdomen. The muscles there tensed at once, whether from the chill or the sudden touch, revealing clear definition.

Curious, He Mu pressed against his back, scratched lightly at the abs with his fingers, and asked, “Can I take a look?”

Chang Ming’an’s heart raced with pleasure. He pulled the mischievous hand away, warmed it between his own palms, then bent his head and bit gently at He Mu’s lips and tongue. He Mu hummed softly, teasing the roof of Chang Ming’an’s mouth with the tip of his tongue until it tickled. Chang Ming’an wrapped both arms around He Mu’s waist and sat on the edge of the bay window. He Mu no longer held back. He straddled Chang Ming’an’s lap, hugged his neck, and kissed him deeply, shifting forward until his buttocks pressed directly against the half-hard length beneath him.

Chang Ming’an drew in a sharp breath, then chuckled low in his throat. His hand slid under He Mu’s hoodie, stroking the soft, pliant waist. His thumb circled the navel until He Mu’s whole body went weak. Taking the lead, Chang Ming’an pressed his tongue against He Mu’s, pushing it back into his mouth and sucking with slow, deliberate desire. He Mu grew aroused as well, feeling the hard heat pressing insistently against him.

“Wait… wait a minute—”

Remembering something, He Mu pushed against Chang Ming’an’s chest. Their lips had barely parted before Chang Ming’an leaned in again. He Mu turned his head, but Chang Ming’an simply followed, kissing along his cheek to his ear, then taking the lobe between his lips and murmuring, “What are you waiting for…”

He Mu’s face burned. He pushed again. “Just wait a minute.”

Seeing that he was serious, Chang Ming’an relented. He tugged lightly at He Mu’s ear and asked with a troubled look, “What’s wrong?”

He Mu climbed off him, pulled him up, and pressed him down to sit on the bed. He switched off the light with a sharp click and said into the sudden dimness, “Wait a moment. Don’t turn the light on.”

Chang Ming’an found his lips in the dark, kissed him once more, and answered gently, “All right. But hurry.”

He Mu knew Chang Ming’an had only ever been attracted to women and worried he might feel uncomfortable. Blushing hard, he hurried to the bathroom to prepare himself. He hadn’t expected things to move so quickly and had no proper lubricant on hand, so he borrowed a jar of Vaseline. He stripped off his pants, bare white legs exposed, and carefully worked himself open until he was thoroughly wet and soft. Only then did he make his unsteady way back to the bedroom.

Chang Ming’an sat waiting on the bed. He watched the door open and close again. In the darkness they could see only outlines. He started to rise, but He Mu pressed him back down. He felt He Mu climb onto the mattress, spread his legs, and kneel astride him.

Chang Ming’an’s hands met smooth, slightly cool skin that was not soft and yielding but held a quiet strength.

They resumed their slow, lingering kisses. Chang Ming’an’s palm traveled up one thigh until it met He Mu’s hand. Following the movement he found He Mu’s fingers already inside himself, working the entrance wet and pliant. Without hesitation Chang Ming’an slipped two of his own fingers in. The tight heat closed around them at once.

“Hmm…”

The low sound made Chang Ming’an’s blood surge. He wanted to hear it again.

He Mu withdrew his own fingers, still slick, and began to open Chang Ming’an’s pants. He freed the heavy length and stroked it carefully up and down. As he did so his back arched and another soft cry escaped him. Chang Ming’an’s fingers had found a sensitive place. Like a child with a new toy he explored it curiously, adding more fingers, thrusting gently while his mouth kept soft hold of He Mu’s tongue. Drool slipped down He Mu’s chin as he struggled for breath.

Gasping, he managed, “It’s… it’s okay now…”

Chang Ming’an teased, “What can I do?”

He Mu rose onto his knees, letting the fingers slip free of the thoroughly prepared entrance. He lined himself up with the thick head, one hand steadying it, the other bracing on Chang Ming’an’s shoulder. In the dark he rubbed his lips against the bridge of Chang Ming’an’s nose and breathed hotly against his skin. “You can put it in now, Teacher Chang.”

Chang Ming’an’s mind went blank, as though struck by a heavy blow. By the time thought returned he was already gripping He Mu’s waist with both hands and thrusting upward. Half of him sank inside. He Mu cried out and collapsed against him, clinging to his neck like driftwood on open water, rising and falling with every movement.

“Be gentle,” He Mu pleaded. “Please… be gentle.”

Chang Ming’an spread him open and pressed deeper until he was fully seated, then let out a long, shaky sigh. His hands were damp with sweat. He nuzzled against He Mu’s face and whispered, “Does it hurt? Does it hurt?”

The preparation had been careful. Though it had been a long time, He Mu felt only a heavy stretch, not true pain. Still he answered in a soft, plaintive voice, “It hurts. You’re too big. It hurts a lot.”

Chang Ming’an had never been with a man before, yet he knew He Mu was far from unhappy. The soft inner walls clenched and fluttered around him like many small mouths. He Mu’s own length was hard, pressing against his abdomen through the remaining clothes. The delicate way He Mu spoke only made him want to tease further.

Holding He Mu’s hips, Chang Ming’an drew halfway out, found the spot his fingers had discovered earlier, and thrust in hard. He Mu gasped and then moaned, soft broken sounds that were not loud yet intensely provocative.

“Does it still hurt?”

Chang Ming’an asked between heavy breaths, his voice low, rough, and hungry, as though he wanted to devour him whole.

He Mu shook his head and nodded at the same time, unable to form words, only scratching lightly at Chang Ming’an’s neck and back. Chang Ming’an rolled them over, pinning him to the mattress. He pushed the remaining shirt up and began to suck and bite at his chest, tongue circling the tight nipples while his hips kept a relentless rhythm, slow at first, then faster, the wet sound of skin meeting skin filling the dark room.

Yet his mouth stayed tender, traveling from chest back to face, kissing cheeks, the tip of the nose, lips, eyelids, murmuring between kisses, “Does it hurt? Does it hurt or does it feel good, hmm?”

He Mu’s legs were spread wide, helpless. He groaned, “No… it doesn’t hurt… it feels good…”

Chang Ming’an reached for the hard length between them, but He Mu turned away, mumbling, “No… don’t touch me…”

In the end he could not hold out. Climax took him under the double assault. Chang Ming’an followed a moment later, yet soon hardened again. He turned He Mu onto his stomach, kissed along his spine, and nipped gently downward, leaving a trail of dark marks.

He Mu lay slumped against the sheets, reaching back to hold him, whispering between each thrust, “I like you… I like you…”

Chang Ming’an bit his lip tenderly, then sank deep once more and sighed against his ear, “Me too. I like you too.”