GDRG CH23

Shi Xueqing was kissing someone in his dream.

A broad, large hand pinched his cheeks, forcing his mouth open. A domineering and intense aura drove straight in, invading the moist mucous membranes of his oral cavity. Shi Xueqing whimpered, trying to push away the other’s strong shoulders, but touched muscles as hard as iron.

Just as his fingers hesitated, the tip of his tongue was caught by that person, sucked forcefully, domineering and aggressive, as if wanting to devour him whole.

So much so that the bright red, soft tip of his tongue, serving as the sweet appetizer, was to be eaten clean.

That kind of stimulation was too intense for an inexperienced mouth. Shi Xueqing trembled, feeling the other’s violation of him. His body was pressed down, unable to move.

Their bodies embraced tightly, mouths exchanging moist, dense fluids.

The moment their lips separated, the saliva Shi Xueqing couldn’t hold back dripped down uncontrollably. His head was dizzy with heat, his cheeks burning red; he could barely open his eyes, his nose and mouth filled with the aura of another person far stronger than him, full of oppression and desire.

That person pressed on his arm, palm rubbing his fair skin again and again. There were calluses between the fingers of that hand, and rough calluses on the palm too—training marks left from gripping rocks while rock climbing. But at this moment, they rubbed against him like sandpaper, giving him the trance-like illusion that he was being unfolded by someone.

“Ah… Ah!”

Suddenly, Shi Xueqing cried out. The side of his neck was sucked forcefully by someone. Beneath that thin layer of skin was the beating, blue pulse.

It was the most fragile part of the human body, where life could be most easily taken away.

But it was also Shi Xueqing’s most sensitive part.

Shi Xueqing couldn’t help but want to hide, but was grabbed by that person. Amidst heavy breathing, the two pressed closer together. Shi Xueqing suddenly felt the other’s hard abs and was stunned.

How does a rich woman have abs?

Shi Xueqing always felt he didn’t have much muscle; he was just thin, fitting the identity of a frail artistic youth. Moreover, he felt his figure was also very beautiful, something to be proud of.

Completely different from that stranger with abs.

That person grabbed Shi Xueqing, relentlessly continuing to suck and kiss his neck. Shi Xueqing trembled feeling the heat of this kiss, his whole body going soft.

Fireworks exploded immediately in his drunken head, like gunpowder accumulated for a long time finally reaching the moment of exploding into a sky full of stars. Shi Xueqing was just nineteen, thinking only of working and money, and prided himself on being a long-haired artistic man, not having heavy desires due to life’s pressures.

But after all, he was young. Between hot kisses, Shi Xueqing’s cheeks burned, gradually swallowed by this blazing sweetness.

Even his fingers were kissed soft. Shi Xueqing’s eyes lost focus amidst the soft fabrics; he couldn’t get up, so he could only let that person continue to kiss him. The flame ignited by the kisses spread in his mind.

The summer night turned into a fireball, transmitted from that person’s kiss, burning him clean along his nerve endings. The heavy fireball landed on his lips, and finally in his blood.

Tremors of neurons rippled on his skin. He tried his best to think of some sentences related to lust, but his mind was blank. Ten thousand roses seemed to bloom on his neck, someone kissing in the rose field.

That person was still pinching his chin, leaving his handprint, constantly tightening and releasing as if measuring the width, as if probing an inescapable situation.

“Various hatreds, sweet loves, and desires pass through you…”*

Shi Xueqing finally thought of a sentence from Yukio Mishima. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

That hand holding his chin didn’t seem to belong to a woman.

But belonged to a… more dominant, stronger than him, with a stronger male aura…

Man.

Shi Xueqing trembled. He hadn’t reacted from his drunkenness yet, just looked down blankly. The contrast between that person’s palm and his skin color was strong. One was healthy wheat color, the other delicate fairness.

And that color which should have been fair… was now flushed with a heavy pink.

And that hand, even the knuckles were huge. The neck under the chin appeared so slender under that hand, as if it could be easily grasped.

Shi Xueqing was stunned by that powerful contrast. He thought, how could a man’s hand be on my chin?

Why don’t I feel… repulsed?

Instead, I can’t help panting, as if completely swallowed by waves.

He pondered this question dazedly, but his body unconsciously rubbed against the other. Not involving any literature or art, just eagerly wanting a thrill.

So.

Soon, it was too late for everything.

…

After a long time, Shi Xueqing lay on his back, completely losing strength, trembling uncontrollably. Besides that, his lips had been held, tongue dominantly invaded, sweeping every part of his oral cavity like a whirlwind.

A strange tongue moved in and out of his mouth, sometimes forcefully playing with his oral mucosa, sometimes maliciously scraping his gums. Shi Xueqing’s wails in his throat were also blocked by this kiss; he whimpered continuously until tears fell.

That tongue and lips finally retreated. There was a bit of fresh air in the heat. Shi Xueqing choked with sobs until those lips began to kiss his tears.

This unprecedented intimate contact panicked him. He wanted to dodge as if burned, but was held down by the lips. He seemed to hear the other person saying to endure it, it would be over soon.

Shi Xueqing didn’t believe it. But holding back tears, he nodded. Even drunk to unconsciousness, he had the instinct to temporarily act obedient.

Finally, in the interval of catching breath, Shi Xueqing found a chance. He turned over to run, but the back of his neck was grabbed by a hand like an iron hoop.

Instantly, he was grabbed back.

“Wu!”

That mouth wanted to kiss him again. Shi Xueqing whimpered, turned his head, and bit the other’s lip.

That person hissed in pain, with a hint of anger. Shi Xueqing felt those lips coming closer again, about to bite, like a small beast baring its fangs and claws in revenge at a dead end.

But his mouth suddenly bit onto a long wallet.

The wallet seemed to be a crocodile skin Hermes.

There must be a lot of money in the wallet. Shi Xueqing was stunned, suddenly joyful. Suddenly he realized that wallet was worth several thousand dollars, and started not daring to use his teeth again, whimpering, only daring to purse it with his lips.

He heard the other person chuckle low, seemingly satisfied with his reaction.

Shi Xueqing bit the wallet, dizzy, forgetting everything for a moment. As if a light flashed in his chaotic head, he felt this wallet belonged to him, and for a moment wanted to flee with the wallet in his mouth.

Shi Xueqing wanted to run again. But that person said: “Want to leave after taking my wallet?”

Before he could react, the back of his neck was touched by hot lips again. Suddenly, the person speaking bit him hard.

“Really dishonest,” that person said. “Since you took the wallet, don’t think about running.”

Shi Xueqing screamed from the attack of those sharp teeth.

…

Xing Jun had never had such intimate contact with anyone.

He was thrown to the US by his parents when he was fourteen. He had been competitive since childhood and refused to be outdone by locals even when thrown into a strange country. Throughout his high school years in the US, he learned fitness, used his fists to deal with anyone harboring malice towards him, and was eventually admitted to a renowned Ivy League school.

During his undergraduate years, his school was in a rural area, and going into the city required an hour’s drive. The only things Xing Jun grew in this bitter cold place were means to fight for family property, and increasingly abundant desire for revenge and wariness. From his sophomore year, he flew back and forth between fighting for family property and attending school every day. Encountering such things at the age of peak physiological strength, he forcibly suppressed all desires and never had any romantic thoughts.

After graduation, Xing Jun succeeded in fighting for the family property and started running a company. At the same time, his persecution paranoia gradually worsened. Even if someone hit on him on the street, he would suspect if that person had ulterior motives—either a move left by his biological father and stepmother whom he threw into a nursing home, or a gold digger who knew his net worth and came to steal his money.

Under such a strong psychological cause, Xing Jun found no outlet. Perhaps his obsession with rock climbing and boxing after work also had this reason. Otherwise, his abs wouldn’t be trained so tough.

Until today.

Perhaps because alcohol swallowed reason, what he did today had a bit of a flavor of revenge and “don’t bully the young poor”.

After everything ended, following his instinct, Xing Jun embraced and kissed Shi Xueqing in his arms. Shi Xueqing couldn’t dodge even if he wanted to; he was trembling and still whimpering.

The green tea who usually pretended to be aloof actually had exceptionally good ligaments. His voice, usually artistic and alienated, was also moving when crying.

Xing Jun had heard a saying that men usually find it hard to feel comfortable at first when being a bottom; mostly it’s uncomfortable.

Shi Xueqing’s crying was different. Compared to discomfort, it had more softness and charm, like sweet cotton candy, completely lacking the deliberately pretentious artistic flavor of usual times.

Perhaps the point that Shi Xueqing was more suitable for hooking up with men than women wasn’t Xing Jun’s unwilling nonsense, but had factual basis. For example, Shi Xueqing really had some unique talents.

Xing Jun stopped thinking. Before falling into sleep, he lowered his head to kiss Shi Xueqing again. Shi Xueqing’s lips were blocked by his kiss, only emitting little bits of hoarse breathy sounds from the corners of his mouth.

His cheeks were unbearably hot. So Xing Jun grabbed Shi Xueqing’s wrist and pressed the back of his hand against his own face.

…

A night passed. Xing Wei and the others had returned from the bar long ago. The sky was just getting light, waves beating on the white sandy beach; a new day belonging to Hawaii finally arrived.

Shi Xueqing was sleeping heavily. He looked wretched, curled up on Xing Jun’s bed. The man, a size bigger than him and like a beast, was temporarily holding him contentedly, letting his entire body curl up in his arms.

Only after a while, the man started frowning in his dream again.

The illusion of temporary satisfaction passed; at this moment, he was still very unsatisfied.

…

It was completely bright.

The curtains were blown open a crack by the sea breeze, illuminating Shi Xueqing’s body on the bed. Eyes closed, breathing weak, he didn’t yet know his miserable fate after waking up.

He could no longer be a clean straight man.

Now, he was a long-haired artistic man who had lost his virginity.

Perhaps because he was too excited, Xing Jun didn’t expect to wake up at nine-thirty. His whole body was tough, and various sensations were still intense.

It was simply as if after years of suppression, the desire to invade was finally awakened.

Thinking of this, he hugged the person in his arms tightly in his semi-conscious state. The snow-white artistic youth was pressed by him but didn’t even talk in his sleep, only emitting a subconscious breathy sound.

Very hoarse.

Xing Jun felt like he hadn’t woken up from the dream yet. He felt very comfortable, warm all over. He reached out and touched the back of Shi Xueqing’s neck.

His head was still a bit dizzy, but Xing Jun wanted to turn him over and kiss him again. However, Shi Xueqing was probably really exhausted. The artistic youth slept heavily; despite Xing Jun’s groping for a long time, he showed no intention of waking up.

“…”

A bit regretful and dull. He had no interest in making a move on a sleeping person.

Just then, his phone rang.

“Brother, breakfast time is almost over, why haven’t you come down yet? We still have to go diving today.” Xing Wei shouted energetically on the other end of the phone, “And Xiao Shi too, I called him, but he didn’t answer.”

Shouted at by his sister’s voice, Xing Jun woke up completely.

Sobered up. He looked at everything in the room, almost unable to believe he really did this.

“I overslept. Before coming down, I’ll go check on him,” Xing Jun said to the phone, pretending nothing happened.

“Oh, then hurry up.”

Xing Wei hung up the phone.

And Xing Jun put down the phone. Finally, he got up and opened the curtains a little.

By the daylight, he truly saw how messy the room was, and smelled how intensely the scent of the two of them, like pheromones, permeated this room.

When Shi Xueqing woke up, he would probably smell these scents too.

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