Chapter 21

“…”

Fang Yu looked at him. He didn’t agree, and he didn’t disagree.

In the darkness, Yang Lei licked his lips and waited a moment. Then he took it as Fang Yu had already agreed, and his hand slowly reached over, covering Fang Yu’s lower part.

Fang Yu was silent, but he didn’t push Yang Lei’s hand away.

Yang Lei lay it on top, but he didn’t dare move. He was afraid that Fang Yu would resist and would toss his hand away.

The short pause made Yang Lei’s heart beat like a drum. Seeing that Fang Yu didn’t resist, Yang Lei’s hand started to move.

Through the pants, he slowly stroked that full lump, using his fingers to carefully outline the shape of this dormant tiger. He felt the thing inside the pants gradually swelling in his hands, slowly raising its head, bulging.

Yang Lei’s mouth went dry, and his lower part also rose. His breathing became heavier, and he saw that Fang Yu, who had stayed silent, also had a heaving chest.

The unfamiliar muddled impulse, the instinct of physical pleasure, all made these two vigorous young men choose to tacitly accept this absurdity.

Yang Lei gently pulled out Fang Yu’s undershirt. He reached a hand inside with some impatience and restraint, caressing Fang Yu’s body.

“…What are you doing?” Fang Yu finally spoke.

Yang Lei pulled his hand out, moving toward Fang Yu’s already tented lower part, his voice hoarse:

“You’re big… I’ll let it out for you.”

Yang Lei took out Fang Yu’s erection from Fang Yu’s underpants. That thing trembled in his palms, like it had its own life. Yang Lei’s fingers rubbed over the tip, repeatedly stroking. Fang Yu’s breathing suddenly became heavier.

Yang Lei raised his head and glanced, seeing Fang Yu’s eyes in the darkness.

Those eyes were both strange and conflicted, both rational and dazed. Between inner conflict and physical pleasure, Fang Yu clearly chose the latter. He never stopped him.

Yang Lei’s sweat had already soaked through his undershirt. He saw that Fang Yu was also sweating.

This night was too hot. The two men on this bed were also in the hot regions of desire, muddled by the heat rushing to their brain.

Yang Lei took off his own wet undershirt and threw it off the bed. He reached his hand out and pulled up Fang Yu’s undershirt, pulled it off, and threw it aside.

Yang Lei, whose upper body was bare and was only wearing underpants, didn’t hesitate. He turned over and sat on Fang Yu’s legs, impatiently taking his own thing out, rubbing it closely with Fang Yu’s. His naked upper body pressed close to Fang Yu’s also naked chest. Yang Lei put one arm around Fang Yu’s back and hugged him, one hand passionately holding both similarly trembling, huge erections firmly and starting to jerk them off.

This time, he was bolder, wilder, and more experienced than last time. Fang Yu, who had already been brought into pleasure without hesitation by Yang Lei, seemed to have already compromised before physical impulses. To pursue more stimulating friction, Fang Yu reached out a hand and clasped Yang Lei’s back, letting their bodies press closer together, increasing the friction.

The evening lights shone into the window. On a narrow steel bed, there was confusion and absurdity. Two young men only wearing underpants hugged each other tightly. They rubbed and moved their lower bodies, passionately letting out youth’s impatience and madness.

Yang Lei desperately controlled his impulse to kiss Fang Yu. Seeing Fang Yu’s sexy expression of closed eyes and knit brows, he took Fang Yu’s hand, bringing it to the two thick dicks that were rubbing together.

Fang Yu was still somewhat resisting, wanting to cast his hand off. Yang Lei somewhat insistently held it, pressing it on top.

Soon, Fang Yu’s mind was also dazed, and he forcefully started to jerk off.

“…Oh!”

Yang Lei couldn’t stand it anymore and let out a moan. He let go of his hand, fully experiencing the pleasure of being caressed and jerked off by Fang Yu. The stimulation of Fang Yu’s slender, powerful fingers caressing him impacted Yang Lei too intensely. This was even more intense than when he did the real thing with previous girlfriends. It made Yang Lei even more excited than when he entered a woman’s body and thrusted. This pleasure wasn’t just physical; it was more psychological.

Yang Lei opened his hand and hugged Fang Yu tightly, immersed in Fang Yu’s impatient and rough movements. Hearing Fang Yu’s gradually uncontrollably heavy panting, Yang Lei was nearly at the edge of ejaculating.

When this impulse nearly reached the peak, the jerking off and rubbing were all somewhat frenzied. Fang Yu had lost control. He fiercely hugged Yang Lei and flipped over, forcefully pressing Yang Lei’s back on the hard back of the bed. Using the support of the bed’s back, Fang Yu roughly started ramming, grinding, rubbing, and bringing out both people’s harsh pants… In the moment of his climax, Fang Yu pushed forward closely. The two powerful erections were pressed between their stomachs, ejaculating at the same time…

After it was over, both people cleaned up simply, and then sat against the head of the bed. Neither of them spoke.

Fang Yu lit a cigarette, silently smoking.

Yang Lei was still immersed in the great storm just now. This was the most stimulating and most enjoyable sex he had ever experienced. Fang Yu taking the initiative in his impulse, especially made him dazzled.

Yang Lei raised his body, took the cigarette from Fang Yu’s mouth, and put it in his own mouth, inhaling.

After a moment of silence, Yang Lei heard Fang Yu’s voice. His voice was a little heavy.

“…I went too far just now.”

It wasn’t known whether Fang Yu was speaking to Yang Lei or to himself. As the passion cooled down, there was still rationality.

“It’s nothing. That’s what’s exciting.” Yang Lei was smoking, as though very indifferent.

Fang Yu glanced at Yang Lei and couldn’t hold back:

“…You really don’t care?”

“Did you feel good or not? You did. I also felt good. This is just playing around. Feeling good is enough.” Yang Lei didn’t want Fang Yu to think too much. The more Fang Yu thought, the more he wouldn’t do this with him. Only if Fang Yu regarded this as playing around, would he continue with him.

Fang Yu didn’t speak. Yang Lei crinkled his eyes, smoking the cigarette that Fang Yu had smoked.

“Say, is what we’re doing normal?”

After a long time, Fang Yu asked.

“How is it not normal? I think it’s quite normal.” Yang Lei took out the butt of the cigarette, pressing it into the ashtray on the nightstand. He turned his head over, looking at Fang Yu.

“Are we the closest or not?”

“Yes.” Fang Yu didn’t hesitate.

“Are we men?”

“Of course!”

“Men all dare to play! Don’t fucking be like a woman!” Yang Lei said.

“Fuck! …”

Fang Yu cursed with a smile. He seemed to have relaxed…

Yang Lei looked at him, and also smiled. He smiled happily, with complexity…

Translator’s note: This chapter was short, so an additional chapter will be posted early next week.