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They hadn't made love in a long time.
Blade leaned back on the sofa, having lost count of how many times he'd glanced toward the door. The room was quiet, with only the ticking of the wall clock echoing. He licked the base of his teeth, the restless heat in his chest burning like fire, growing fiercer.
A tingling ache spread through his gums. Blade raised his left hand, biting down on the fleshy part between his thumb and index finger. His teeth ground against the skin before he sucked and held that spot in his mouth.
His thumb and four fingers fit perfectly against his cheeks. With a bit more pressure, the flesh of his face sank inward, making it impossible to close his mouth. This was how Dan Heng had gripped him, forcing him to stick out his tongue for a kiss—the force was so strong it nearly made his jaw ache.
…It was precisely this suffocating pain, mingled with pleasure, that made his entire body tremble uncontrollably.
This was initially Blade's request—to be rougher, without too much concern for his comfort. For some reason, compared to tender, affectionate caresses, he preferred intense collisions and entanglements, even if they often came with pain.
Or perhaps he was simply addicted to this kind of pain? Who knows. Blade didn't really care when he started developing a masochistic inclination. He only remembered that a long time ago, his preferences were likely the same as ordinary people's—back then, he felt nothing for boys, and now he felt the same about girls.
However, Dan Heng never completely abandoned tenderness. He would still kiss Blade from behind the ear all the way down to the lower abdomen, observing his expressions to decide whether to pinch Blade's chest next or stroke his clitoris. But passion made Blade feel more alive.
Eventually, Dan Heng also grew accustomed to being more direct during flirtation and sex, using commanding language to fill the slightly silent moments of their intimacy.
Just thinking of the name Dan Heng immediately conjures his voice, the furrowed brows and half-closed eyes he makes during sex, the exhilarating sensation of that part of him thrusting inside one's body.
A scorching flame crackles and spreads through his lower abdomen, while beneath his tongue swells with a sour ache. Saliva automatically begins to secrete, welling up along the tongue, flowing into the palm, and dripping down.
He suddenly laughed. How pathetic—just thinking of that guy makes him drool like a starving dog spotting a meaty bone.
He was almost instantly wet.
Releasing his mouth, he extended his damp tongue, sliding it back and forth to lick the webbed space between thumb and forefinger. He savored the delicate sensation of the thick tongue gliding over taut skin, as if trying to taste Dan Heng's hand that had gripped him, striving to capture the flavor of Dan Heng's skin, yet only leaving warm, wet trails on his own hand.
No matter how many times they made love, every time he licked Dan Heng, he could see Dan Heng's fingertips trembling slightly as they gripped him. Though he never said it, prolonged intimacy had made him intimately familiar with Dan Heng's body—he knew Dan Heng's hands were actually an erogenous zone, and just a little lick was enough to stimulate him.
At such moments, he would suck even louder, making obscene wet noises, deliberately exaggerating his breathing to make it sound more erotic. When he then looked up at Dan Heng, the tips of his ears would turn even redder, driving Blade to a state of restless agitation. His mouth would involuntarily produce more saliva, his teeth aching and itching with the desire to taste every inch of Dan Heng's body—a craving like an overinflated balloon, teetering on the brink of explosion.
Blade's right hand stroked his lower abdomen, feeling the rising heat under his skin. He continued downward, brushing over his pubic hair, then extended his index and middle fingers to untangle the damp strands matted by the wetness from his lower body, smoothing them upward toward his abdomen a couple of times.
He had never paid attention to this area during sex initially, but Dan Heng would do so—at first to better locate the clitoris in the dim light of night, and later, even after becoming familiar enough to find it by touch alone, he would still caress Blade's pubic hair as a form of comfort whose meaning Blade couldn't quite grasp.
Fingers part the plump labia, the index finger anchoring the left side while the ring and pinky fingers hold the right, both sides pulling outward slightly. The middle finger glides through the central crevice, gathering thick moisture before pressing against the clitoris, stroking back and forth to elicit mechanical pleasure.
But it's merely a drop in the bucket—this sensation feels no different from an ant bite to a body already simmering with arousal. There's some feeling, but it's dull. Doing it alone is too monotonous, lacking the thrill of the unknown and the ensuing excitement and satisfaction.
What would Dan Heng do, would he keep touching here, or start stretching with his fingers while caressing.Would he continue kissing, or move to lick my chest.
Blade exhaled heavily, picking up the sterilized toy beside him. He activated the suction function, skipped the first two intensity levels, and pressed it directly against his clitoris at the third setting.
Cannot turn it directly to the highest setting.
Dan Heng specifically researched extensively on how to trigger G-spot orgasms. The findings indicated that to achieve this, Blade must prolong foreplay, first relying on the C-spot to reach climax slowly several times to activate the vagina's sensitive areas, then penetrate and repeatedly stimulate that specific area to truly experience euphoric pleasure.
During the first few times, honestly, Blade could only feel the fullness of Dan Heng's penis entering his body—aside from the warm, tight sensation, there was just the friction of something moving in and out.
If Dan Heng withdrew and replaced it with something else at body temperature, he wouldn't be able to tell the difference. If not for constantly watching Dan Heng's expressions, he wouldn't have felt any pleasure at all.
Thus, he once thought the G-spot orgasm mentioned in the research reports Dan Heng showed him was merely men's excessive misinterpretation and fantasy about women's deliberate moans and gasps in pornography, that it didn't actually exist—
Until one time, after Blade had already climaxed two or three times from clitoral stimulation, Dan Heng licked the front while slowly inserting and curling his index and middle fingers, pressing against some spot.
Suddenly, Balde shuddered all over, his legs clamping around Dan Heng's head, his body stiffening as he felt rapid contractions inside, an unprecedented, prolonged wave of pleasure surging like a tsunami.
His always silent uterus suddenly cried out to be invaded and filled; the deeper, previously numb parts of his vagina swelled with a thick, aching softness, and a honey-like fluid gushed out, making squelching sounds with each movement.
The inner walls sensitively clung tightly to Dan Heng's fingers, and for the first time, Blade could feel the shape of his fingers, the knuckles, and the calluses on his fingertips from this place.
He nearly strangled Dan Heng into unconsciousness, just like this.