This shameless man

Shen Qiao was both surprised and embarrassed. Most likely, he was embarrassed, and this sight always pleased Yan Wushi’s gaze. His thin-skinned lover always overreacted to even the most harmless flirting that it was difficult to resist teasing him once again. But right now, Yan Wushi was serious. He even deliberately chose a moment, when there was no room for embarrassment. In his opinion. But looking into A-Qiao’s surprised eyes, still slightly clouded by the veil of recent pleasure, his cheekbones covered with blush, Yan Wushi realized he was mistaken with the boundaries of Shen Qiao’s shyness. “Yan-zongzhu, I’m afraid I can’t fulfill your request.” Shen Qiao bit his already bitten lip, looking away, but the tips of his ears colored with a pinkish tint. “Just a moment ago I was Yan-lang, and now you’re so formal with me again.” Yan Wushi complained, picking up one of his partner’s scattered curls from the crumpled sheets and wrapping it around his finger. Shen Qiao frowned slightly, which, combined with his flushed face and disheveled appearance, looked more charming than stern. He pressed his palms against Yan Wushi’s bare chest, trying to gain at least a little space for himself so that the proximity could not confuse his thoughts. The leader of the Huanyue sect already knew what his lover was going to say. “I’ve done this for you so many times that you should have understood how to do it right,” he interrupted Shen Qiao, not allowing him to justify himself. Shen Qiao remained silent, choosing a tactic that always worked. Only his ears were burning, which seemed like they could replace candles. Not only Yan Wushi get to know him better. Shen Qiao also understood that no matter what he said now, Yan Wushi would turn his words to his advantage. Yan Wushi chuckled, not intending to insist. Now it was enough to just cast a fishing rod, and he would always have time to take the catch. Shen Qiao was more amenable to gentle persuasion than coercion. *** Yan Wushi was used to always getting what he wanted, so he wasn’t very good at persuasion. “Yan-lang…” Shen Qiao’s voice trembled with tension as he tried to restrain the shameful sounds that threatened to escape from his lips. They had been sharing a bed for a long time, but the leader of Xuandu Mountain remained as pure and immaculate as at the first time. And that’s why Yan Wushi never got tired of bringing his A-Qiao to a state where he lost himself in pleasure and gave in to his passion. Thin, jade-like fingers desperately clung to the hair, either trying to pull it away or pull it closer. Yan Wushi wouldn’t mind if Shen Qiao let go of himself and pushed deeper into his mouth. He liked to pull his partner’s sexuality out from layers of shame and righteousness, forcing him to do explicit things each time. A skillful mouth tightly grasped the hot flesh, smoothly taking it until the lips closed at the base of the cock. Shen Qiao’s entire body trembled with intense stimulation, and Yan Wushi’s gaze ran over his long neck, adorned with his own markings. Shen Qiao’s thrown back head, closed eyes and raised eyebrows showed he was suffering painfully, but it didn’t seem that he wanted to get rid of this torture. The Demonic Sovereign’s shameless touches couldn’t leave anyone indifferent, especially when he was determined to achieve what he wanted. Shen Qiao screamed and involuntarily jerked his hips as Yan Wushi’s tenacious fingers pinched the sensitive inner side of his thigh. A satisfied hum escaped from Yan Wushi’s throat as soon as his partner’s cock pushed deeper into his mouth. Eyes dark with desire and slightly moist on the corners immediately stared at him, and passion was mixed with a bit of resentment into this gaze. Yan Wushi wanted to laugh at this sight, but he only released Shen Qiao’s cock from his mouth, licking his lips wet from saliva and pre-cum. Shen Qiao watched in fascination as this act, the thin string of saliva connecting that shameless mouth and the head of his dick, broke under Yan Wushi’s tongue. His face immediately flushed red. Yan Wushi’s lips curled into a meaningful smile. “A-Qiao, if you look away, I will torture you even longer,” he drawled, lazily sliding his tongue along the hard flesh in his hands, and Shen Qiao knew for sure that this wasn’t an empty threat. “Yan Wushi!.. Ah!” An involuntary groan interrupted the indignation that hadn’t yet begun, and Shen Qiao’s fingers grabbed tighter into the other’s hair, as soon as the hot mouth covered his cock again. The strands clenched in a fist pleasantly stretched the scalp, and a languid tremble ran through Yan Wushi’s body, settling in a new wave of arousal into his dick. He impatiently rubbed against the sheets, but all his attention was focused on making his A-Qiao forget himself with pleasure. Wet and slightly reddened at the corners, the eyes no longer looked away from him, shyly covered with trembling eyelashes. Shen Qiao wanted release, but couldn’t honestly admit it. Yan Wushi felt his partner’s cock pulsating on his tongue, jerking every time he pressed the full tip tightly against the roof of his mouth. Shen Qiao’s entire body trembled with tension, and his knees involuntarily pressed together to soften the inevitably intense orgasm. He tried desperately not to close his eyes, which were threatening to roll back from unbearable pleasure. Yan Wushi grinned at Shen Qiao, who had lost his former modesty, and lowered his head even lower, allowing the smooth head to slide deeper into his throat. Shen Qiao arched in his arms, crying out so sweetly, and Yan Wushi’s mouth was filled with his seed. The Demonic Sovereign echoed his lover’s pleased groan. It was difficult not to take advantage of his A-Qiao in such a vulnerable state, and Yan Wushi immediately embraced his limp body in his arms, collecting thin trails of tears with his lips, and then pulling him into a viscous kiss. Shen Qiao’s eyebrows twitched to frown, but Yan Wushi didn’t allow him to turn away and break the kiss, letting him try his own taste on his tongue as best as possible. “See, A-Qiao, it’s not difficult at all,” he cooed, running his thumb over Shen Qiao’s lower lip and playfully pulling it down. “I know you only need to look to learn a new technique.” “You!..” Shen Qiao only had enough strength to blush with embarrassment again to Yan Wushi’s self-satisfied laughter. *** The following days turned for the two of them into a confrontation between two stubborn sheep who met on a narrow bridge. None of them were going to give up their positions, no matter how difficult it was to resist. During this time, Yan Wushi repeated his treat more than once, as soon as they were in bed again, but Shen Qiao didn’t agree to give in. If the leader of The Huanyue sect didn’t know his lover so well, he might have thought that he was deliberately taking advantage of the situation. Personally, he would have done so, but his innocent A-Qiao was too honest for that. And now he watched with painful languor as his lover’s thin lips wrapped around a bright red berry at the very tip of a wooden tanghulu stick. Yan Wushi had already regretted that he had succumbed to his desire to pamper Shen Qiao with sweets. Watching this act was unbearable for his mental health. Yan Wushi’s rich imagination had already drawn up everything at the sight of A-Qiao’s lips shiny from melted caramel, carefully grasping a round berry to take it into his mouth. Everything in his groin was already painfully twisted, but Yan Wushi continued to admire this charmingly depraved act with masochistic pleasure, sitting in the shade of his own manor’s garden. The book he had intended to read was hopelessly forgotten. “Does this tanghulu really deserve more attention from Shen-zhangjiao than this venerable one?” Finally, he couldn’t stand to watch as a gentle smile appeared on Shen Qiao’s face from the pleasure of eating something sweet. Brown eyes immediately looked at him blankly. The little deer A-Qiao looked at him in exactly the same way when he didn’t know why his owner was teasing him again. Yan Wushi grinned, sitting down imposingly among the embroidered pillows. He put aside a scroll made of wooden planks. Since Shen Qiao paid attention to him, the book had already lost its use. The leader of The Huanyue sect beckoned his lover towards him, and Shen Qiao warily moved closer to him. Yan Wushi’s arms immediately wrapped around his waist, pulling him into a hug. He couldn’t resist and captured other’s lips, feeling the sugary taste of the tanghulu he had eaten. The Demonic Sovereign examined Shen Qiao’s mouth with pleasure, and thoughts flashed through his head that such sweets were not for children. Loving them wasn’t shameful for the grown man. “If you had fulfilled my little request with equal zeal that you ate this tanghulu, would this venerable one be so unhappy now?” Yan Wushi complained, but a sly grin played on his lips. Shen Qiao jerked in his arms to escape, but this only made him press closer to Yan Wushi. He could feel an aroused dick sliding down his thigh, even through the layers of clothing. Shen Qiao froze. Yan Wushi involuntarily exhaled, and a glimmer of desire flashed in his gaze. This was a clear signal it was time to run, but the impudent hands of the Demonic Sovereign had already reached under the hem of Shen Qiao’s outerwear. “Yan-zongzhu, have self-respect!” Shen Qiao only had time to exclaim it before Yan Wushi could distract him with another kiss. Even though he didn’t get what he wanted again today, he wasn’t going to give up his own dessert. *** And then the sect’s affairs forced Shen Qiao to leave the Shaoshi manor and go to Xuandu Mountain. Yan Wushi himself had to return to the affairs of his own sect. His eldest disciple was now more involved in the affairs of the imperial court and was secretly glad that his shizun took pity on him. Several months passed, and Yan Wushi was ready to admit that he missed his lover. Therefore, a completely uncharacteristic smile played on his lips at the sight of the letter. Yu Shengyan, who handed over the letter for his shizun, suppressed the desire to shiver. This expression was so inconsistent with the image of the Demonic Sovereign. Light footsteps woke up Yan Wushi in the middle of the night. The martial artist’s subtle hearing could catch footsteps even in his sleep, but the leader of The Huanyue sect didn’t show that he had woken up. He knew exactly who it was. The clothes rustled nearby, and soon Shen Qiao carefully ducked under the blanket. Only then Yan Wushi allowed himself to turn around and embrace his lover, who only could gasp in surprise. “Get some rest, A-Qiao,” he whispered, kissing Shen Qiao’s hair slightly damp after washing. And the next morning, the entire manor learned about the return of the leader of Xuandu Mountain. The master forced the servants to prepare the best and most delicious dishes to welcome his guest. Shen Qiao looked completely unflappable in all the commotion, as if he wasn’t the reason for such a greeting. When everything calmed down, Yan Wushi and Shen Qiao were finally alone. Now they were separated by a table laden with snacks, and in the very center was a weiqi board. Black and white stones were already placed on it, forming a bizarre but clear pattern. “A-Qiao, tell me. Did you miss this venerable one?” Yan Wushi drawled, placing another stone on the board, and took a cup of wine into his free hand. The tips of Shen Qiao’s slender fingers plunged into the bowl of stones, merging with the white jade. He took one out, twirling it thoughtfully between his fingers. Now he needed to think about not only his move but also his answer. Sometimes talking with Yan Wushi was like playing weiqi. Without a prepared strategy, his opponent would always fail. “Yan-zongzhu asks this question every time, as soon as we part for a while,” Shen Qiao retorted, making his move and placing a white stone among exactly the same ones. “Is he really afraid that my answer might change?” Yan Wushi raised his eyebrows in interest, amused by this answer. A satisfied grin played on his lips, and he placed his stone on the board. “Who taught you to be so sarcastic?” He was amazed insincerely. The Demonic Sovereign had long known that Shen Qiao could be sharp-tongued, but that didn’t stop him from teasing his lover. “This venerable one is so sincere with you about his feelings, and you trample them into dust.” Shen Qiao just rolled his eyes, and Yan Wushi laughed cheerfully. He liked A-Qiao, who answered sarcastically, no less than A-Qiao, who looked away in embarrassment. Another white stone appeared on the board. Yan Wushi twirled his own black stone in his hand and didn’t waste time thinking about placing it on the field. “A-Qiao, I missed you.” There were languid notes in his voice, and Shen Qiao involuntarily blushed. This move was clearly a winning move for the leader of The Huanyue sect. *** Yan Wushi sat in bed, wearing only a light robe to sleep. In his hands was another book, which he could easily read, even in the dim flame of the candle on the table by the bed. Shen Qiao had already gone to take a bath before going to bed some time ago, not allowing Yan Wushi to tag along. They both knew very well what such a bath would lead to. The door to the bedroom slid open with a quiet rustle, and Yan Wushi immediately turned around to meet his lover’s gaze. Shen Qiao had already changed into his sleeping clothes, putting on a light coat on top so as not to embarrass the servants and himself while walking through the corridors. His long hair was slightly damp, not put up in his usual hairstyle. This look gave his image a certain coziness. “A-Qiao, I have already lost you,” Yan Wushi purred, putting down the book and settling down in bed so that Shen Qiao could take his place next to him. But Shen Qiao stood silently at the very threshold, only his graceful fingers fiddling with the edge of the sleeve of his coat. Yan Wushi raised his eyebrows, studying his lover with an interested gaze. “Go quickly into this venerable one’s arms,” he tried again, carefully monitoring the other’s reaction. Shen Qiao’s fingers involuntarily wrinkled the thin fabric, and his lips pursed into a thin line, as if he was desperately trying to make some kind of decision. Yan Wushi frowned. This kind of behavior wasn’t usual for the zhangjiao of Xuandu Mountain. “Is everything okay, A-Qiao?” Yan Wushi softened his voice, as if trying to calm a wild animal, and lowered his feet to the floor to approach his partner. Shen Qiao immediately perked up, looking out from under his long bangs, the strands of which fell into his eyes. “Stop where you are!” he blurted out hastily, and even in the darkness, it became visible how his skin turned pink. Yan Wushi’s lips curved into a knowing smile, but he immediately hid it. He didn’t listen to someone else’s order, deliberately getting out of bed. Shen Qiao opened his mouth in confusion, but after a moment he rushed forward. Xuandu Mountain qinggong was considered the fastest in the entire Central Plains, but in such a small space, this advantage didn’t really work. Yan Wushi’s strong arms caught the slender body in his arms, pressing Shen Qiao to him and preventing him from escaping. Shen Qiao didn’t resist for long, immediately calming down from other’s closeness, as if this sudden attack had never happened. Yan Wushi gently hooked his finger under his chin, forcing him to raise his head, but his lover stubbornly refused to look him in the eye. “Did something happen, A-Qiao?” The Demonic Sovereign asked again, stroking Shen Qiao’s chin with his thumb. “Are you really missing me, so you rush into my arms?” Shen Qiao still stubbornly remained silent, pursing his lips into a thin line. His fingers were now crumpling the robe on Yan Wushi’s chest, revealing his anxiety, and the blush spread further and further across his face. “Come on, A-Qiao, I’m already worried,” Yan Wushi didn’t stop asking, still gently insisting on an answer. His palm cupped Shen Qiao’s cheek to make him give in under the tenderness. “Yes.” Shen Qiao’s voice was so quiet that it seemed as if it was just the rustling of the wind outside the window. But Yan Wushi can hear it. “What?” he cocked his eyebrow, trying to keep a worried expression on his face so as not to laugh and scare off his worried lover. Shen Qiao’s long eyelashes trembled, and he finally looked up, meeting Yan Wushi’s gaze. There was a gleam of determination in his eyes that contrasted with his burning cheekbones. “It seems today I upset Yan-zongzhu with my words,” Shen Qiao explained, as if not noticing light strokes on his cheekbone. “This humble one also missed you and wanted…” His voice became quieter with every word, as if something was preventing him from speaking. “…To prove it.” Yan Wushi tilted his head slightly to the side, trying to imprint this image in his memory forever. Just like those words that made the corners of his lips curl upward. “How did you want to prove this to me?” he asked another question, not allowing Shen Qiao to come to his senses and closed himself again, going into deep defense. Even after their first time in the alley, Yan Wushi realized he needed to seize the moment, and only then would his humble lover succumb to him. “You asked me to please you…” Shen Qiao faltered again, painfully biting his lip, and Yan Wushi pulled it with his thumb, freeing it from the captivity of the teeth. “With my mouth.” Shen Qiao exhaled the last words with such difficulty, as if it was the most obscene in the entire Central Plains. Yan Wushi finally could not restrain himself and laughed with his deep and velvety laugh, leaning towards his lover’s ear. “Who am I to refuse such an offer?” He whispered hotly and captured Shen Qiao’s lips in a kiss. This kiss was persistent and passionate. There was no longer that tenderness with which just recently Yan Wushi persuaded his partner to lay out everything that was on his mind. He didn’t give Shen Qiao a chance to respond, eagerly exploring his mouth as if studying him again after months of separation. Shen Qiao could only cling to the thin fabric of Yan Wushi’s robe in order to stay on his feet. But Yan Wushi wouldn’t allow him to fall, holding him tightly to himself, and lowering his free palm onto the plump ass cheek, hidden under the thin fabric of the sleeping clothes. Shen Qiao shuddered and moaned into the kiss, trying to snatch one more breath of air before the other’s lips captured his own again. Yan Wushi took pleasure in holding his partner’s ass in his palm, squeezing it in sync with the movements of his tongue. Shen Qiao was now so pliable that it seemed Yan Wushi could do anything with him. The Demonic Sovereign’s second hand had already slid into the folds of Shen Qiao’s clothing, pulling the coat off his shoulders, persistently ridding him of the unnecessary piece of fabric. “A-Qiao, do you feel how this venerable one misses you?” Yan Wushi whispered into his lips, pulling him even closer to him. His arousal under the thin fabric pressed against the other’s thigh with a burning heat, ripping out of Shen Qiao a strangled sigh. Without allowing Shen Qiao to answer, he grabbed him under his ass, easily lifting him off the floor and taking several steps back. Feeling the fall, Shen Qiao involuntarily gasped, but instead of a hard surface they met a soft feather bed. Shen Qiao opened his mouth indignantly, but combined with his disheveled appearance and reddened lips, he looked extremely seductive. His palms pressed against Yan Wushi’s chest as he realized the situation he was in. Tenacious fingers immediately dug into Shen Qiao’s hips, holding him in place and making him almost die of embarrassment when a hard dick poked between his buttocks. Even through his clothes, he could feel how hard it already was. Shen Qiao exhaled shakily and closed his eyes, realizing that he had fallen into this shameless man’s trap. And now he had no idea what to do next. Even though Yan Wushi had done this to him thousands of times, Shen Qiao was unbearably good at remembering other people’s actions. It was too embarrassing. Yan Wushi saw all these thoughts right on his lover’s face, enjoying every little emotion of confusion and embarrassment. He reached out, running the pad of his thumb over the other’s lips and pressing slightly to touch his teeth. During the long separation, his desire to feel that mouth on his dick had faded a little, but right now, Shen Qiao had rekindled that fire. “I promise, I won’t look,” he said in a hoarse voice, yielding to his shy lover. Just for the sake of one person, the Demonic Sovereign was willing to make compromises. Shen Qiao parted his lips to say something, and Yan Wushi’s finger pushed in, touching his tongue. Sharp teeth immediately scratched the skin, not letting it through further, but also not allowing it to be free. The leader of The Huanyue sect admired how his partner’s long eyelashes trembled bashfully, and his lips wrapped around his finger. Definitely, these lips would look even more seductive on his cock, but Yan Wushi had already made his promise. The finger left Shen Qiao’s mouth with a wet sound, and Yan Wushi enjoyed smearing the saliva on his lips, making them even wetter. Shen Qiao looked away and, under the other’s hungry gaze, pulled his belt’s ties, unraveling the knot. The edges of his clothes parted to the sides, no longer restrained by anything, and Yan Wushi eagerly watched at the slowly exposing milky white skin, not yet covered by his marks. Shen Qiao’s fingers again captured the belt, trembling with worry and excitement, and he fingered the fabric for several moments before looking up at Yan Wushi. “You will peep,” Shen Qiao pursed his lips, not knowing how else to explain what he wants to do without burning with shame. “I can only try this if you are blindfolded.” Yan Wushi’s lips curved into an absolutely vulgar smile, causing him to squirm deliberately under his partner so that he could definitely feel his arousal. “I didn’t know that my A-Qiao was so perverted,” he drawled slyly, sliding his palms from Shen Qiao’s hips to his waist. Another moment, and he’d already made himself more comfortable, leaning on the headboard. “If only you tie it yourself.” Shen Qiao gasped in surprise and grabbed the other’s shoulders. Now their faces were so close again that he could see the lust splashing at the bottom of Yan Wushi’s eyes. The strip of cloth immediately covered them, and Yan Wushi felt his lover’s slender fingers touch his face, making sure the bandage was tight. Shen Qiao carefully brushes his lover’s hair away so it wouldn’t get caught in the knot at the back of his head. Without the ability to see, all other senses were heightened to the limit, especially for the martial artist. ‘A-Qiao probably felt about the same when he lost his sight.’ This thought rushed through Yan Wushi’s head. Now he could feel, almost hear, how Shen Qiao’s heart was beating wildly with excitement, how his breath was breaking through his lips, and how chaotically his qi was flowing, almost sending him close to qi deviation. The light touch of Shen Qiao’s fingers was felt as discharges of small lightning, spreading tension throughout the body. It seemed as soon as he got rid of the embarrassing gaze, Shen Qiao seemed to become bolder, carefully pushing the fabric of Yan Wushi’s robe to the sides. The cool air seemed to burn the hot, aroused flesh, causing it to twitch. Yan Wushi took a deep breath through clenched teeth. He heard Shen Qiao exhale shakily, freezing at the sight of the impressive cock. Yan Wushi chuckled. They had been together for a long time, but only now his modest lover could really appreciate his dick this close. “A-Qiao, are you so impressed that you forgot how to move?” Yan Wushi teased him, feeling excitement and fear emanating from Shen Qiao in waves. He held out his hand, touching his partner’s cheek, hot with embarrassment, stroking it soothingly. “Whatever you do now, this venerable one will like everything.” He felt Shen Qiao slightly relax under his hand, still wiggling to find a comfortable position. His graceful fingers lightly, like the wings of a butterfly, touched the hard flesh, hesitantly sliding along the entire length. If Yan Wushi wasn’t an experienced lover, this touch would make him cum without regretting anything. A thick drop of pre-cum slid from the tip, following Shen Qiao’s fingers and staining them on the backup path. Shen Qiao’s hand trembled, but he restrained his desire to pull it away. Even though Yan Wushi didn’t see him, he could bet his entire fortune on the fact that his lover’s face was now flushed with a blush. “Squeeze him tighter, A-Qiao,” he said hoarsely, catching Shen Qiao’s hand and pressing his palm to his hot flesh. Identical moans escaped their lips at the same time. Shen Qiao’s fingers trembled under his lover’s palm, but he obediently tightened his grip on the hard cock, following the direction of Yan Wushi’s hand. The Demonic Sovereign promised only not to look; there was no prohibition on other actions. This situation became so exciting when Shen Qiao tried to repeat his moves on a sincere impulse to please him. Yan Wushi didn’t need anyone’s skillful hands, as long as A-Qiao touched him just like this. Their hands moved in the same steady rhythm, and soon Yan Wushi realized that he no longer had to guide his partner. He couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction, which grew into another hot moan. His A-Qiao is a really quick learner. Now he slid his palm more confidently over the pulsating dick. How Yan Wushi wanted to see how beautiful that jade-white graceful hand looked on his cock. Next time he won’t give any concessions to his lover. Now he only heard Shen Qiao’s ragged breathing, which was interrupted for a moment before the fallen strands tickled along his thighs. A wave of goosebumps of anticipation ran through Yan Wushi’s body, only inflaming his arousal even more. Warm breath touched the tip of his dick, and Yan Wushi suppressed the desire to throw his hips up and poke the tip of his penis into the desired lips. And his patience was soon rewarded. The very tip of the tongue tentatively touched the little hole in the head of his cock, collecting a new drop of pre-cum. “A-Qiao…” Yan Wushi exhaled hotly, and Shen Qiao jerked back as if he’d been burned. A heavy hand landed on the back of his head, threading its fingers through his loose hair. “Keep going, A-Qiao.” Yan Wushi’s palm didn’t control Shen Qiao’s movements. It simply lay on the back of his head, lightly, as if encouragingly, stroking his silky hair. His lover exhaled shakily and touched the tip of his dick with his tongue again, as if testing new sensations and trying to understand whether he liked it or not. This might have seemed cute if Yan Wushi hadn’t been so aroused. His already heightened senses intensified significantly, tightening the muscles of his entire body. The other’s tongue glided over the hard flesh, as if Shen Qiao was trying to imitate Yan Wushi’s movements, desperately remembering what he did to him. Soft lips touched hard length and immediately clasped around the large head. Yan Wushi would give everything to see this. Shen Qiao tried to swallow his saliva, and sharp teeth slid across the sensitive cock. Yan Wushi’s fingers twitched slightly in his lover’s hair before he restrained himself and hissed quietly. “Be careful with your teeth,” he warned, running the smooth strands through his fingers more tenderly. “Hide them, A-Qiao.” He heard Shen Qiao’s quiet sigh, more like a whine, but the next moment the hot mouth swallowed the fat tip of the cock. Now only the lips really touched Yan Wushi’s dick, probably already red and swollen from such actions. Imagining this, Yan Wushi groaned uncontrollably. He wanted to see how depraved his pure A-Qiao looked right now, laying between his legs, disheveled and deliciously blushing, with a dick in his mouth. But his gaze would definitely contrast with his appearance, determined and focused, as if Shen Qiao was learning a new sword move. Yan Wushi loved him like this with all his heart. A wild imagination painted this picture right on the back of his eyelids, and Yan Wushi didn’t even have to take off the blindfold for this. It was difficult to withstand such torture. “Relax your throat, A-Qiao.” It sounded more like a request than an order, but Shen Qiao hummed questioningly. Yan Wushi’s fist clamped his hair immediately, but he wasn’t going to put the desired mouth on his dick, no matter how much he wanted to. Instead, he held his partner’s head to keep from thrusting too deeply. His dick slid smoothly between the soft lips, and Shen Qiao almost coughed from surprise. His throat closed around the tip of his cock so sweetly, drawing a hot moan from Yan Wushi. And then the room was filled with incredibly vulgar wet sounds. Yan Wushi smoothly pushed into the pliable mouth of his partner, and Shen Qiao quietly sobbed and moaned with each new thrust. Yan Wushi wanted to praise Shen Qiao non-stop, but, unfortunately, he could not see how his lover’s face and ears turned red from his dirty words. Shen Qiao tried to help himself with his tongue, again remembering his own experience, but it came out awkwardly. But Yan Wushi was ready to reward him for his efforts. His thighs tensed and he suddenly pulled Shen Qiao’s head away from him. Yan Wushi’s eyes slowly got used to the dim lighting of the bedroom after the darkness under the blindfold. Shen Qiao looked at him almost resentfully, the corners of his eyes still glistening with moisture from trying to take his lover’s dick. “Yan-lang?” he called questioningly, and in his gaze, there was a lack of understanding of what he had done wrong. Yan Wushi pulled him into his arms, forcing his lover to lie on top of him. Shen Qiao immediately placed his hands on his chest, lifting himself up to see the other’s face. Yan Wushi grinned and enjoyed running his finger over his lover’s wet and swollen lips before kissing him. “I would love to come in your mouth, but I want to see it with my own eyes,” he whispered into Shen Qiao’s lips when they both stopped gasping for air. Seeing his lover’s painfully embarrassed face was a pleasure that Yan Wushi could never refuse. “Yan Wushi!” Shen Qiao hissed, hitting the leader of The Huanyue sect in the shoulder and trying to wriggle out of his embrace. Yan Wushi just laughed in response. His hand slid between their pressed bodies, unerringly closing his fingers on the other’s cock, still hard despite the slight scuffle. Shen Qiao immediately choked on another indignation and groaned uncontrollably, completely embarrassing himself. His forehead, damp from perspiration, rested on Yan Wushi’s shoulder. Shen Qiao completely surrendered himself to the will of his lover. Yan Wushi wasn’t used to refusing such a gift. Their bodies connected like two perfectly fitting puzzle pieces, and now both could feel each other’s arousal. Yan Wushi’s wide palm grabbed both cocks, pressing them tightly together and feeling the blood pulsating. Shen Qiao’s arms wrapped around his partner’s neck, holding on to him like the last saving straw in this storm of pleasure. It didn’t take much for him to come. The flexible body tensed in Yan Wushi’s embrace, and his hand burned with hot seed. His palm slid even better, and soft wet sounds that seemed so loud in the bedroom’s silence accompanied every movement. Shen Qiao buried his face even more deeply in the other’s hair, and his body trembled violently from overstimulation. “Yan-lang… Ah! Wait…” There was pleading in his weak voice, and Yan Wushi’s shoulder became wet. His A-Qiao always couldn’t hold back his tears when he felt good. Yan Wushi tightened his grip on Shen Qiao’s waist, thrusting his dick into his own fist one last time before cumming with his partner’s name on his lips. A lazy bliss spread throughout the body, relaxing muscles tensed to the limit. Yan Wushi pulled out his palm, wiping it on the sheets and finally hugging Shen Qiao with both arms. His exhausted lover no longer resisted, making no attempt to get off him. “Next time you will study under my strict supervision.” Yan Wushi’s voice sounded lazy, as if he were a huge cat who had stolen the most delicious bite for himself. “You’ll probably even have to call me shizun.” “You!” Shen Qiao yelped, immediately meeting the smug laughter. All he could do was sink his teeth into the shoulder of this shameless man in revenge.