Chu Yanchuan did not anticipate this direction, but considering that Jing Feirong was young and full of energy, it was normal for him to come up with one idea at a time. Instead of making it look like a trial scene due to the question of whether it could work or not like the first time, it was better to let nature take its course.
Jing Feirong’s kiss was harsh but unequivocal, with a nonchalant recklessness. After rubbing his lips against Chu Yanchuan’s teeth for a while, he pushed open Chu Yanchuan’s teeth, entwined his tongue with his sticky tongue, and put one hand around his waist to press him towards himself. Chu Yanchuan kept leaning back and was pushed by Jing Feirong to the edge of the bed. In the blink of an eye, he fell down. There was a person pressing on him, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Their lips and tongues were wetly intertwined for a long time, and Jing Feirong seemed to have suddenly regained consciousness. He raised his head, and his ears and face were red. He stared at Chu Yanchuan’s wet and red lips, with the color he wanted—really gorgeous but not coquettish, like snow dotted with crimson.
Jing Feirong recalled a scene he had seen in the Mortal Realm—a full-moon night, a clear water lake, a bright moon shadow cast on the lake, and a rouge-like peach petal falling on it, causing ripples. He remembered it for a long time.
“Dijun.” Jing Feirong blinked slowly and asked politely, “Can I kiss you?”
They had already kissed, and according to the procedure, they could do something else next. It was inconvenient to do it with clothes on, so Chu Yanchuan said truthfully, “Yes, we can take off our clothes and kiss.”
His objective description made Jing Feirong’s eyes burn with passion. Jiang Feirong loosened Chu Yanchuan’s waist belt and threw the light gray waist belt under the bed. His fingertips reached out inside the clothes and touched the waist, which was so soft that it could hardly be grasped.
The totem on the palm of his hand lit up quietly when their skin touched. The bright blue light emanated from between his fingers, reflecting Chu Yanchuan’s cold white skin. It was obviously a cool color, but it seemed to carry layers of heat, as if it were about to burst into flames.
The candlelight flickered, and the night wind from the Heavenly Realm carried the pear blossom fragrance outside the palace, blowing the bed curtains in the wind. And as the bed curtains swayed, one could vaguely see the overlapping figures in the bed.
Chu Yanchuan half-closed his eyes, he was half-undressed, revealing his shoulders and a small part of his back, his butterfly bones resembling flapping wings, and the thin clothes stuck to his waist formed an undulating curve. Jing Feirong pressed his ten fingers against the bed, holding onto Chu Yanchuan’s neck like a dog and thrusting from the bottom hard. Before Chu Yanchuan could even cry, his eyes turned red, and he choked and asked vaguely, “Dijun, can I…”
Chu Yanchuan had bitten his lips until they were bloody red, and he opened his mouth to gasp for breath. He hoarsely asked, “What?”
“Can I bite you?” Jing Feirong groaned twice with wet eyes and said, “Can I suck your n*ipples?”
He wanted to ask this since last time, but at that time the two were not familiar, so he felt embarrassed to speak up. Although the two of them are still unfamiliar with each other today, but after all, at first raw, later ripe1At first raw, later ripe (idiom) unfamiliar at first, but you get used to it.. He can pretend that they are familiar, and there is no problem.
Jing Feirong pretended to be obedient, but he didn’t relax the trusting force in his lower body at all. Chu Yanchuan only felt darkness before his eyes and couldn’t help but let out a moan. His body was so hot that he was about to melt. After a while, he answered with a faint cry, “You can’t.”
At this point, all rejections are just a way of saying welcome. Jing Feirong learned this by himself, not to mention Chu Yanchuan loves him so much. There is nothing that can’t be done, Dijun is just shy. Thinking of this, Jing Feirong hugged Chu Yanchuan’s soft waist, turned him around, and kissed the corners of his wet and red eyes. Then he couldn’t wait to move down, like a hungry puppy, showing his sharp canine teeth, and opened his mouth to bite the red and tender flesh.
Chu Yanchuan let out a muffled groan with red eyes, then reached out to push Jing Feirong’s shoulder, but his hands were pressed against his side. The sensitive n*pples were fiercely licked, nibbled, and bitten, and Jing Feirong’s lips and tongue were boiling hot. Tears rolled down Chu Yanchuan’s chest.
Chu Yanchuan straightened his back, his throat rolling incessantly, his cheeks were red, and the coldness in his face was dyed by lust like snow melting. His hair was stained with sweat, disrupting his fair and beautiful appearance and highlighting Han Bei’s vibrant and fragrant appearance.
Jing Feirong almost crushed Chu Yanchuan this night. In the end, Chu Yanchuan didn’t even have the strength to raise his hands. He closed his eyes and breathed lightly. Jing Feirong leaned in his ear, took a sniff, and said, “Dijun, it’s all shot inside.”
Chu Yanchuan moved his eyelashes and said in a hoarse voice, “It’s better to shoot inside.”
He once again felt the vitality of the young deity. Just a moment after he ejaculated, the dragon spirit rushed into his blood like sparks. Although his whole body was still limp, he could clearly feel the recovery of his spirit.
Jing Feirong’s heart trembled as he listened, thinking to himself that Dijun really did love him too much. He buried his head in his chest again and whined for sucking. Chu Yanchuan reached out and grabbed his hair, weakly saying, “Loosen your mouth.”
With two more chirp-chirp sounds, Jing Feirong lingered and sucked on Chu Yanchuan’s n*pple twice more, then got up. His face and eyes turned red, and he asked Chu Yanchuan in a nasal tone, “Dijun, do you want to wipe it?”
“No need.” Chu Yanchuan had no strength left, his consciousness was a little scattered, and even his speaking sounded like sighing, “Sleep ba.”
Jing Feirong’s eyes widened slightly. He thought Chu Yanchuan was going to wear clothes and leave again. Unexpectedly, he was planning to spend the night here this time. He pulled a thin quilt over Chu Yanchuan’s body and then laid down on the other side. With a flick of his fingertips, he extinguished the candle on the table in the room through the bed curtains.
The shadow leisurely swayed on a fine veil and white curtains, while Jing Feirong quietly groped around the bedside. Before long, Chu Yanchuan noticed and asked him, “What is Your Highness the Fifth Prince looking for?”
“Not-nothing.” Jing Feirong immediately laid down quietly.
“Is it this one?” Chu Yanchuan picked up a small object and asked.
Jing Feirong was taken aback for a moment, then quickly reached out and snatched it away, seemingly wanting to say something but unable to speak. He could only huff out in frustration and then turn his back to Chu Yanchuan in anger.
It was a strangely shaped object, smooth and semi-soft. The upper part is about the size of half a finger, and the lower part is a ring base. At first glance, it’s completely baffling, not to mention that Chu Yanchuan got it in the dark, but after thinking about it for a moment, he understood what that was.
“Has Your Highness’s oral stage2The oral stage in psychology or oral phase, the first stage in the psychosexual development process, focuses on oral satisfaction.not passed yet?” Chu Yanchuan cruelly asked.
He just recalled the scene of Jing Feirong waking up with a finger in his mouth beside the lotus pond the day after their wedding and the way he was trying to hide his undergarment while eating candied fruit tonight. He also thought of his anticipation and fanaticism for breastfeeding and how he fumbled around to find such a thing before falling asleep—
Dragons are very noble, wise, and mysterious creature, except for Jing Feirong.
After a long while, Jing Feirong sullenly said, “I can’t?”
Chu Yanchuan blinked and was about to say that he had no intention of mocking when he heard Jing Feirong’s voice with a faint cry. “All my brothers and sisters are fine, but I’m the only one with this problem. Who made me lose my father before I was even weaned?”
When the word “father” came out, Chu Yanchuan was also stunned for a moment. He looked at the flickering light and shadow on the bed curtains in a daze. It seemed that there was a shrill wail that passed through nearly ten thousand years of time, making his heart ache dully.
Jing Feirong finally couldn’t hold back and started to cry. The Heavenly Emperor had severely reprimanded him for this matter when he was a child, but he couldn’t change it, so he could only hide it and didn’t dare to tell anyone. He felt so aggrieved, because the reason behind it was that he had had no other father since he was born.
The little secret that had been hidden for so long was discovered and exposed by Chu Yanchuan. Jing Feirong did not feel angry or ashamed, but suddenly felt very aggrieved. He could still vaguely recall being held in his father’s arms, but that face was so blurry that no matter how hard he tried to recall, he could not piece together a clearer picture.
“Your Highness, don’t cry anymore.” Chu Yanchuan touched Jing Feirong’s arm and gently turned him around. Without saying much, he just said, “Sleep ba.”
Jing Feirong cried, and he didn’t forget to put that little thing in his mouth. He then hugged Chu Yanchuan’s waist, buried his face in his chest, wiped away his tears, sobbed and closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep. He was extremely tired today, he went to bed after leaving the battlefield. At this moment, with the warm and fragrant nephrite 3温香软玉 refers to the delicate and warm fragrance of a young woman’s skin and also refers to a beautiful woman. in his arms, he fell asleep very quickly.
Chu Yanchuan grabbed Jing Feirong’s wrist, slowly lifted it up, and looked at the gradually darkened totem in his palm, sighing lightly.
The author has something to say:
Jing Feirong: I don’t want a pacifier anymore, can I suck Dijun’s n*pples to sleep from now on? (Seriously)
[The oral stage is my personal cuteness point, please don’t laugh at Jing Rongrong (add five exclamation marks)]
