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Lin Xiangqi’s hands were soft, a different kind of softness compared to ordinary skin. They were also slightly warmer than usual, and when his fingers curled, a small, warm hollow formed in his palm.

He clearly had no intention of sleeping—nor of letting Lu Cong sleep. Instead, he used his hands, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, like a tease but more like attentive care, because he was doing it with great sincerity.

As he stroked, he asked Lu Cong, “Am I doing it right?”

Lu Cong remained silent, his breathing gradually growing heavier. He looked at Lin Xiangqi with helplessness, a trace of unbearable tension furrowing between his brows.

Lin Xiangqi, not receiving an answer, grew somewhat displeased. He had taken the initiative to serve, yet he wasn’t being praised. His enthusiasm dampened, and he pouted, “Is it that bad? Fine, forget it then.”

With that, he made to pull his hand away.

But Lu Cong quickly grabbed him, pressing his large hand over Lin Xiangqi’s, guiding him to start again slowly.

“You’re doing great,” Lu Cong murmured by his ear, his voice low. “You’ve improved a lot.”

Lin Xiangqi’s cheeks flushed slightly, though he maintained a practiced demeanor on the surface. “Of course. I looked it up online.”

Lu Cong found this amusing. It seemed Lin Xiangqi had recently become obsessed with learning, developing a studious attitude toward everything. He had even gone out of his way to research this.

His usually steady voice carried a hint of breathlessness as he chuckled and asked, “What exactly did you look up?”

“Just…” Lin Xiangqi actually began to think about it.

Suddenly, the object in his hand pulsed with an overwhelming intensity, nearly slipping from his grasp. Flustered, he cupped it with both hands and blurted out a question that nearly made Lu Cong lose control: “How does it move on its own?”

“Did the internet not mention that?” Lu Cong’s voice was hoarse, but he still teased him.

Lin Xiangqi shot him a light glare. “It didn’t go into that much detail. Those kinds of specific questions require payment.”

Lu Cong paused, then suddenly burst into laughter. He pressed Lin Xiangqi down into an embrace, remaining still for a long while, his chest trembling slightly with quiet, amused breaths.

Lin Xiangqi pushed at him, probably aware that he’d said something mood-killing, so he took the initiative to admit his mistake. “I won’t talk anymore. Hurry up and move. Let’s continue.”

Lu Cong looked at him deeply. “Yanyan, why?”

Lu Cong knew asking this now was somewhat of a mood killer. Explaining would be troublesome.

But he felt that if he didn’t ask now, he’d miss yet another good opportunity.

He had already missed too many. He couldn’t afford any more.

Lin Xiangqi answered faster than Lu Cong expected: “Because lying down is easier.”

Lu Cong didn’t let him off, pressing further. “Why are you being so good today? Why help me like this?”

Lin Xiangqi countered, “Is touching you considered helping you?”

Lu Cong pinched his cheek. “Isn’t it?”

“Of course not.” Lin Xiangqi raised an eyebrow. “I’m toying with you.”

Lu Cong was momentarily speechless, then laughed, repeating his words with a mocking tone. “So you’re toying with me.”

“Will you let me play with you?” Lin Xiangqi lifted his chin, bringing his face close to Lu Cong’s lips but not kissing him.

Lu Cong stared at him for a long moment before answering in a low voice, “I will.”

Lin Xiangqi was pleased. He stuck out his soft, pink tongue and teasingly licked Lu Cong’s lips. “So obedient. I’ll reward you.”

Lu Cong’s Adam’s apple bobbed heavily, his gaze darkening with an unfathomable desire. But he didn’t let it erupt, instead watching as Lin Xiangqi provocatively challenged his body with his clumsy methods.

“Lu Cong, lie down,” Lin Xiangqi poked Lu Cong’s firm chest and said, “This position is limiting my performance.”

Lu Cong was very compliant. Whatever Lin Xiangqi asked, he did.

Once lying down, Lin Xiangqi impatiently tugged off the obstructive fabric. His movements were far from gentle, and when he struggled to remove Lu Cong’s shirt—finding it stuck at the shoulders and unable to move Lu Cong’s arm—he grew frustrated and glared. “Move yourself a little!”

Lu Cong smiled faintly but feigned innocence. “Earlier, you said I couldn’t move on my own.”

Lin Xiangqi declared righteously, “Well, I take it back now.”

Finally, with Lu Cong’s cooperation, he managed to strip him. He took a moment to admire Lu Cong’s body, complimenting his well-built muscles, before wrapping his hand around him again.

Compared to the first time, when he’d been startled by Lu Cong’s size, the current Lin Xiangqi was now a man of experience. If one hand wasn’t enough, he could use two.

To prove that he had indeed learned something, Lin Xiangqi pressed his other palm against the tip and rubbed in a slow circle. But his movements were sluggish, a clumsy imitation of what he’d seen, only managing to tease Lu Cong without delivering any real satisfaction.

Yet Lin Xiangqi believed he was doing everything correctly, replicating the techniques from online tutorials. When he felt Lu Cong’s body tremble slightly, his breathing grow heavier, and a wetness seep from the tip, Lin Xiangqi sped up, eagerly asking, “Does it feel good?”

Lu Cong looked at him with a mix of amusement and resignation.

How to put it…

This technique… “Good” wasn’t quite the word. “Torture” was more accurate.

Because Lin Xiangqi’s stamina was truly terrible.

He couldn’t keep up the pace for long. After a few earnest strokes, his arms would grow sore, and he’d unconsciously slow down.

Lu Cong didn’t rush him.

Watching Lin Xiangqi’s expressions as he did this was far more enjoyable than enduring his flashy but ineffective techniques.

Whether it was Lin Xiangqi’s unabashed enthusiasm or his clumsy yet earnest efforts that pleased him, Lu Cong couldn’t say. But he had no intention of crushing Lin Xiangqi’s eagerness, so he indulged him with a sigh. “Mmm, feels good.”

Lin Xiangqi was proud.

Lin Xiangqi redoubled his efforts.

Lin Xiangqi employed a series of techniques on Lu Cong one after another.

However, the so-called “techniques” he had learned were rather alarming.

Without any lubricant, it was essentially just rough friction and tugging on Lu Cong’s sensitive areas.

There were even one or two moments when Lu Cong genuinely felt like he was about to lose it.

But the look on Lin Xiangqi’s face was so earnest—those beautiful eyes fixed intently on little Lu in his hands.

The visual impact outweighed the physical discomfort.

Lu Cong couldn’t help but be aroused.

Truthfully, he didn’t care whether Lin Xiangqi had actually mastered any real techniques or if he would even manage to bring him pleasure tonight. If anything, he suspected Lin Xiangqi was probably just fooling around, perhaps even teasing him on purpose.

But for Lu Cong, this was already more than enough.

Lin Xiangqi wasn’t avoiding him, wasn’t afraid of him, and was even taking the initiative to do something like this for him. Even if it hurt, Lu Cong would still say it felt good.

What he had always wanted wasn’t much to begin with.

“…Ahh.”

After a while, Lin Xiangqi began to let out lazy little whimpers, pouting as he hinted to Lu Cong, “My hand is so sore; I’m so tired.”

Well, it wasn’t really a hint.

This was practically a blatant signal telling Lu Cong to hurry up and finish.

Lu Cong chuckled, propping himself up. In reality, he hadn’t even been fully immersed in the moment, so it was easy to pull himself out of it. He took Lin Xiangqi’s hand and gently massaged it, saying, “If you’re tired, let’s sleep, okay?”

“But you haven’t finished yet.” Lin Xiangqi wanted to keep trying, but Lu Cong wouldn’t let go, so he could only explain, “It’s been so long—I’ve been keeping track; it’s been over twenty minutes, and you still haven’t…”

“Mmm, that’s my problem.” Lu Cong sat cross-legged, pulling Lin Xiangqi into his arms. He kissed his forehead, his eyes, and his sulky little pout, smiling as he said, “You worked hard. Thank you, Yanyan.”

Such a polite Lu Cong.

Such an unhappy Lin Xiangqi.

Nestled in Lu Cong’s embrace and comforted by his kisses, Lin Xiangqi still seemed dissatisfied. Propping himself up on Lu Cong’s thighs, he said, “I learned one more trick. Let me try it, okay?”

Lu Cong held absolutely no expectations for whatever techniques Lin Xiangqi had picked up.

But seeing the determined look on his face, Lu Cong knew that if he didn’t let him play to his heart’s content, they wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight. He could only silently apologize to his own body and indulge Lin Xiangqi: “Alright, go ahead.”

After all, there were only so many ways to use one’s hands, and Lin Xiangqi hadn’t prepared any other tools. With just his soft little hands, he probably couldn’t do anything too extreme.

Lu Cong agreed purely to humor him.

When Lin Xiangqi told him to move back and lean against the headboard, Lu Cong maintained his calm and composed expression. He knew Lin Xiangqi’s skills were limited—it shouldn’t be so intense that he’d need the headboard for support—but he obliged anyway.

The alarm clock on the nightstand showed 12:48 AM. Worried that Lin Xiangqi wouldn’t get enough rest and would feel awful waking up early the next day, Lu Cong reminded him, “Yanyan, it’s almost one. Let’s just play a little longer and then—”

Before he could finish, his words caught in his throat as he looked down—

Lin Xiangqi was clumsily trying to take him into his mouth, only to realize it was a bit too difficult. So he used his hand to steady himself and tentatively licked it. When he heard Lu Cong call his name, his tongue was still pressed against it as he lifted his eyes with some effort to look at Lu Cong: “Mmm?”

Lu Cong struggled to choose between rationality and desire, not entirely firm as he said, “…You don’t know how to do this. Don’t force yourself.”

But he should have known—Lin Xiangqi was the type to dig in his heels even more when told something like that.

Hadn’t he seen it done before, even if he hadn’t done it himself?

Last time, Lu Cong had done it for him. As someone who’d experienced it firsthand, Lin Xiangqi should have at least picked up the basics by observation.

Besides, if he could even handle math, how could he not figure this out?

So Lin Xiangqi opened his mouth even wider, putting in extra effort. Fortunately, the human mouth was quite adaptable, so even though Xiao Lu’s head looked as thick as Lin Xiangqi’s wrist, he eventually managed to take it in. Still, his cheeks ached, his jaw strained, and swallowing was anything but easy.

Lu Cong had long known that Lin Xiangqi had a shallow throat—if he went too deep during a kiss, Lin Xiangqi would get uncomfortable, his whole body going weak, his breathing uneven. Yet now, he was diligently trying to take Lu Cong in, even though more than half remained outside, the sensitive tip already brushing against his tongue.

Lu Cong could tell Lin Xiangqi wanted to pull away, but he didn’t. He toughed it out through the most uncomfortable part.

It was only in moments like these that Lu Cong realized he had no self-control whatsoever.

All that composure and restraint he was so praised for collapsed under the weight of Lin Xiangqi’s damp, pleading eyes, revealing the truest part of himself beneath.

He didn’t hypocritically push Lin Xiangqi away. Instead, he followed his instincts, reaching out to stroke Lin Xiangqi’s hair with the utmost tenderness.

Lu Cong’s entire body burned, his lower half taut, veins bulging from the epicenter like an enraged masterpiece. The diligent little artist worked clumsily, stirring the ink until more and more flames spilled forth.

Lin Xiangqi gleefully noticed that Lu Cong was responding much faster this time.

Unfortunately, as Lu Cong’s excitement grew, the strain on his mouth also became more painful. His jaw felt like it was about to dislocate, so he looked up at Lu Cong pitifully, hoping he’d realize his mouth had reached its limit and couldn’t take any more.

The moment their eyes met, Lu Cong’s brow furrowed deeply. His fingers tangled in Lin Xiangqi’s hair as he suppressed a groan, his voice hoarse as he ordered, “That’s enough. Move away.”

Lu Cong rarely used such a commanding tone, and it sounded harsh.

But Lin Xiangqi didn’t realize Lu Cong wasn’t trying to scold him—he was just at his limit, every word spoken with difficulty.

Unfortunately, Lin Xiangqi was a little too slow to pull away. A thick, intensely scented surge of warmth flooded his throat. He scrambled back, coughing as his eyes reddened from the choking sensation.

Lu Cong’s expression was unreadable as he held his hand out to Lin Xiangqi’s mouth. “Spit it out.”

Lin Xiangqi pitifully stuck out his tongue to show Lu Cong the inside of his mouth—there was nothing left. He said miserably, “…I already swallowed it.”

Lu Cong’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He didn’t speak for a long moment before silently getting up to fetch Lin Xiangqi a glass of water, watching him drink it all, then leading the dazed Lin Xiangqi to rinse his mouth.

Lin Xiangqi didn’t know what was wrong with Lu Cong, but judging by the increasingly scorching pheromones in the air, he probably wasn’t very calm.

He was tucked into bed, and then Lu Cong brought over some ointment, applying it to the slight split at the corner of his mouth. Surrounded by Lu Cong’s pheromones, Lin Xiangqi didn’t feel any pain, obediently letting Lu Cong tend to him.

After a long while, Lu Cong turned off the lights and lay down as well, wrapping his arms around Lin Xiangqi from behind.

From start to finish, he never once commented on Lin Xiangqi’s technique, leaving Lin Xiangqi feeling rather uneasy.

Just before drifting off, Lin Xiangqi whispered, “Do you think I did well?”

Lu Cong held him tighter, his lips brushing against Lin Xiangqi’s pheromone gland as he replied, “Yes.”

It was a simple answer, and Lin Xiangqi couldn’t tell if it was just perfunctory.

But he was too exhausted—he’d spent the whole day learning and then spent the entire night demonstrating his new tricks for Lu Cong. He didn’t have the energy to press further, so he simply fell into a deep sleep.

Around three or four in the morning, Lin Xiangqi woke up once.

The Alpha’s pheromones had faded, leaving him unsettled in his dreams.

Instinctively, he turned to hug Lu Cong, only to find the bed empty.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he glanced around and noticed the bathroom door was closed, the light on, and the sound of running water inside.

Lu Cong was showering.

Lin Xiangqi didn’t understand why he’d choose to shower at this hour and wanted to ask when Lu Cong came out.

But Lu Cong took so long that Lin Xiangqi fell back asleep before he even emerged.