The Elegant Dancing Years By Huo Li (火狸) | BL

Chapter 57 | In the Passion of Lust

Without waiting for his response, Qi Xutian reached out and unfastened the lapels of his robe, leaned in, bit down and kissed his neck fiercely until the tender white skin encased in his mouth gave off a little rusty taste. The crimson hickey seemed to drip blood. Qi Xutian heard MingEr's gasp and licked and kissed the top of the mark gently while reaching a hand under his robe.

The fervent, irresistible lust caused Qi Mingyue to faintly furrow his eyebrows in impatience. His usual eyes that were as cold and clear as the moon burned with a captivating fire as they stared into Qi Xutian's eyes that were filled with desire. He felt his scorching hot member being enveloped by a hand.

It seemed that he was still angry as Qi Xutian's movements were not gentle. The movement of his hand was fierce and extremely stimulating. Looking at the teenager in front of him, he spoke in a warning tone; his voice was soft but full of danger, "Say you are mine." His low, hoarse voice was filled with suppressed anger and lust. The harsh look in his eyes had not disappeared, it was as if he was punishing him for what he had seen before.

His lust was aroused by his stimulating actions but wasn't satisfied. This caused Qi Mingyue to bring his member even closer to him, "Yes, I was born to be... yours... only belong to you..."

Seeing him like this, Qi Xutian narrowed his eyes slightly in satisfaction, but the movement of his hand did not stop. The bursts of pleasure made Qi Mingyue lean against the tree behind him to prevent himself from sliding down onto the ground.

"Father Emperor..." Qi Mingyue found it hard to bear the pleasure from below and let out a light gasp. The cloth covering his lower half was removed and the breezy feeling between his legs only made his desire rise even higher. He understood how this couldn't stop now. Qi Mingyue stretched out his hand, his slender fingers slipped inside through Qi Xutian's lapels and his cool fingertips felt around the hot chest, not showing any weakness as he felt all over, "I missed you too..."

His words were interspersed with gasps. Under the ecstasy of passion, each word was especially hard to say. His body trembled lightly in Qi Xutian's hands, his eyes were dazed and his lips parted half-way as he exhaled a hot breath.

"Even if MingEr doesn't want to, I can't stop." His actions added fuel to his already blazing lust. Qi Xutian could only grit his teeth to endure the lust, but the painful swelling below made him unable to wait any longer. He pinned MingEr against the tree and moistened his fingertips with the slick discharge leaking from his (QM) front end. While one hand still fondled his slightly immature member, the other hand slowly crept behind him.

The tightly closed chrysanthemum[1] had never been touched by others and stubbornly resisted his intrusion. Qi Mingyue raised his buttocks somewhat and tried to relax himself as much as possible. The fiery breath fanning against his neck already let him know how much Father was patiently enduring. He bit his lip impatiently as he felt the overwhelming pleasure from the front.

As he started relaxing, the probing finger that entered began to move slowly and withdrew every now and then, and gently traced around the chrysanthemum. This titillating teasing was unbearable and his hardened member trembled in Father's hand. The sensitive spot on his phallus was stroked a few more times and Qi Mingyue could no longer restrain the surging pleasure. He closed his eyes and a prolonged low moan escaped his lips as a wet, turbid liquid spewed out on Qi Xutian's hand.

Seeing him with his lips slightly parted and panting softly, such an exceptionally enticing appearance, Qi Xutian only felt his member swell further, almost on the verge of bursting. So he leaned in and kissed his lips, hooked his little tongue and entangled it with his own. Then he proceeded to explore his chrysanthemum with his fingers coated in a certain bodily fluid. The light sticky sound made by the pumping of his fingers combined with the wet sounds produced by the entanglement of their lips and tongue was enough to make people blush deeply if they heard.