In the hop of love

There was no point in waiting, in delaying, in promising: they wanted each other passionately here and now. In his fantasies, he took him thousands of times in different places and positions, their bodies wet, hot, and relentless.

After that night of being drugged with an aphrodisiac, Jiang Wei couldn't stop wanting his mysterious lover and thought about him every day.

But this guy, he's so... aloof on the surface. Right now, drops of sweat broke out on his forehead from the effort he was putting in. He just didn't know that Wei was an animal who would only be satisfied by full-on coitus, rough, hard, and long.

But it was better to find out in the process; Wei didn't want to frighten a man with the soul of an innocent child. He swallowed and decided to seize the initiative.

Hugging the slender back under his robe and stroking Ling's thin waist, Wei began to gently kiss the quivering lips. He felt the two of them being pulled into a bottomless abyss. Gradually his kisses grew sharper and deeper, and he captured and sucked on Ling's tongue, causing it to melt and settle in his hands.

That's exactly what he wanted. Releasing one hand, he ripped his tired palms from underneath him and lowered his hands to his shoulders. He took one palm over both of his hot cocks and squeezed them together. Ling jerked as if he wanted to run away, but Wei only hugged him harder and pressed him down.

"You did a good job, now I..." he whispered to the young man. A blush flooded Ling's cheeks, and he closed his eyes. An incredibly exhilarating sensation began to overwhelm his unsophisticated body.

Like a child tasting a new candy, he squinted and, moaning, caressed Wei's neck and chest.

In the back of his mind the thought that his boss clearly knew how to do it, his movements so rhythmic and heartfelt, he was incredible!

If Jiang Wei heard such praise for himself now, he would be a little embarrassed. Behind his feigned confidence was his vulnerability and fear of being hurt.

He tried his best not to frighten Ling, and from the beginning, he had planned to create a strong and harmonious relationship with him. So now he was trying very hard to watch his reaction.

At the same time, he was thinking about how to prepare him for penetration and he could think of nothing better than to do it at the same time. He gathered the lube that had been secreted from their cocks and carried it to the cherished spot.

Gently distributing the viscous liquid between the firm halves of the peach, he noticed that Ling, who had fallen into his sensations, fidgeted restlessly - he was ticklish.

Wei stroked the unapproachable ring with his finger, and it stirred. It wasn't easy, acting in two directions and controlling the situation at the same time.

Wei almost regretted going for it, but suddenly the muscle ring relaxed, and the impatient finger almost fell inside. What a stroke of luck! The boy knows how to relax. Ling himself tilted his head back to his delicate neck and collarbones, and dark crimson patches of intense arousal showed on his face.

A long finger went in without resistance, followed by a second, and Ling opened his eyes slightly and swallowed convulsively.

"Good boy," Wei praised him, and gently massaging his narrow passage, held back as hard as he could. He wanted to bring Ling to climax, and he wanted to bring himself as close to that moment as possible so that no prolonged penetration would be required.

Very soon the two fingers were joined by a third and suddenly Wei hooked a particularly sensitive spot inside. Ling arched up and groaned.

"Great," thought Wei, "I can make you happy."

The thought made him very, very happy himself.

A few more synchronized movements from both sides and Ling shuddered, sagged even more, and began to erupt. He was shuddering and melting from the intense sensations. Wei felt how hard his passage could squeeze him and trembled.

Without wasting a second, he laid Ling across the bed on his stomach and lifted him slightly, bending his legs at the knees almost to his chest. He only stepped out of Ling for a few seconds and was now massaging and stretching him again.

The young man, completely dazed, furtively glanced at the man from under his lowered lashes, his breathing not yet restored, he shuddered and did not look satisfied.

As Wei penetrated him with damp fingers and, while nibbling, kissed the tender skin on his buttocks, the young man distinctly felt that he was getting horny again and something was starting to wake up.

This time it wasn't tenderness he wanted, but...he couldn't describe it. "I wish Wei was like a wild animal," was all he thought.

So, stopping his superior's maddening tenderness with an outstretched hand, he whispered: "Hurry, don't pity me...".

That was enough for the highly aroused man, barely aiming, to rush in and take over the territory inside Ling.

The young man lost his ability to breathe for a few moments. He felt like he'd been hit in the solar plexus and couldn't breathe in or out.

"Um..." was all Ling had time to think. Seeing his predicament, Wei slowly stepped out of it and bent over to stretch his cramped stomach and chest.

"Let's do it together, you have to breathe deeply, breathe in and out smoothly." Ling nodded and restored lung function.

Feeling all right, Wei put the slippery head in once more and, overcoming the muscular resistance, watching his stubborn dignity flatten but not break, he gently entered, encouraging the young man to breathe in and out. Finally getting halfway in, he let him get used to it for a while.

For Ling, this time was not like the last. Back then, the boss had had little control, acting like a savage, gnawing and thrusting in, not letting the young man know what was going on. But even then Ling wasn't a victim, he didn't feel sorry for himself; that night helped him understand his feelings.

Compared to that time, it was like a big birthday cake for two. His head was spinning and numb.

"Oooh," Lyn's eyes rounded because someone came in completely.

"So hot and big," he thought.

His body swayed and came back, he straddled the bed and took another thrust.

Biting his lip to keep from swearing, Ling tried to breathe, feel, and respond. He was naturally generous and cared for others more than himself.

So now, despite the searing pain chiseling tears from his eyes, he wanted to hide his feelings, maintain his dignity, and give pleasure to Wei.

"Aaah," he moaned. Wei touched the sensitive point inside him again, but now the sensation was fuller, he felt like there was no room left in him anymore and he felt like he was going to burst.

But this touch was like the promise of bliss, he was all relaxed and longed to feel it again. Wei understood what Ling was going through now and tried to repeat the motion at the same angle. Once he was sure he was in the right place, he wrapped his arms around Ling's frail waist and began to accelerate slowly.

"Now he's going to be unbearably hurt," the man inwardly suffered from the realization of what a villain he was. But he also realized that only by overcoming the pain would they become incredibly related and close to each other, one unit forever.

Pausing for a second, Wei whispered in a low voice: "Ling, I love you." Dazed at this turn, the young man unzipped and removed his watch as if in a dream, then held out his hand to Wei.

He said nothing, but on his wrist, the man read his name in amazement, and it hurt his heart.

Ling had endured pain for him, then and now, he loved him! Loves him!!! Loves him to death!!!

His heart was pounding frantically, and Wei was frantically digging into the supple hot body in front of him. He believed that Ling would cope with everything, endure everything, and share every moment of pain and joy with him.

But the young man felt an intense numbness in his lower back. He felt pain followed by a numbing sensation of cold, and Wei was vigorously massaging certain magical points on his lower back so that he stopped floundering and shrinking.

Sweat trickled down his arching back, and he bit his lips, struggled to his feet against the crumpled bed, and wiggled at Wei's frantic pace. The first time he hadn't remembered how long it had taken the man to cum, but now he was tortured by scientific interest. Suddenly he cried out himself and shamelessly poured himself out on the bed.

It felt as if he had been stung by a faint electric shock, causing Ling to moan and squeeze Wei inside him in a steel vice, which brought him closer to climax himself. Total bliss and relaxation drained all the strength out of Ling, and he collapsed: there was no strength to rise.

Wei got out of him and, pulling the stained blanket from under him, laid the young man on his back. Settling on top of him, he gently bit his nipple and gently massaged his fingers over the ravaged invasion hole.

Ling almost didn't come to his senses, falling somewhere into nirvana. Wei lifted and tilted one of Ling's legs forward to improve access to the cherished spot, then gently entered again. He knew that everything inside the young man was on fire, and he vowed to get some cooling lubricant next time, not to mention protection.

Wei planned to make Ling cum indefinitely; he wanted to fuck him half to death to satisfy him and his desire for intimacy. Fortunately, their sexual constitution made it possible for both of them. With a few strokes, Wei caught the same spot again and his hands were now free, he tickled Ling's relaxed cock.

Looking at the young man from above, Wei couldn't get enough of him. He had a shrunken appearance, but not a flabby body. Now, as he drove into him, he could see his chiseled abs contracting beneath his thin, milky skin.

Wei, like the last pervert, put his palm on Ling's belly and drove into him with all his might. Deep inside, he felt his movement and became even more aroused.

Then Ling opened his eyes and coughed, his throat dry, and he felt himself rising to life again. An orgasm as sizzling as the one he had just experienced was a first for him. "It's not a shame to die after that," he giggled, and then he choked.

Wei went in so deep it took his breath away again.

"Feel it," he said, putting his palm on the young man's stomach, "I'm inside you!"

Ling could feel it and understood better than Wei, right now his insides were burning and the only thing that could alleviate this torture was another orgasm and preferably a strong one.

Ling was getting a taste for it. Gradually he began to notice how the speed and the force of the thrusts were affecting his sensations.

"Faster!"

"Not so deep…"

"I won't get up tomorrow…"

He was whispering, forgetting himself in a love hop.