I want you all the time

Ling carefully tore open the package and marveled - inside was "The Lighthouse"!

He looked at Wei again and pressed the painting to his chest with an expression of happy bliss.

Wei left the young man alone with his treasure and went to take a shower as well. Ling placed the painting on the table opposite the bed and looked at it.

He was so grateful to Wei. But most of all, he was happy that the boss had finally noticed him and he had become someone important to him.

For a year, lurking behind him, taking care of him, patiently enduring his temper and outbursts of anger, running his errands, Ling felt like a ghost.

But now...

Ling stretched out his hand to turn off the light. He lay on his back and began to involuntarily run his fingertips down the center of his chest.

He could feel and count his ribs. Wei, on the other hand, was more muscular.

"It was so soft to sleep on his chest," Ling remembered last night.

At this point, Wei stepped out of the shower and caught an interesting picture: Ling was stroking his chest with a dreamy expression on his face.

The man opened the wine and filled two glasses. The young man was still languidly half-lounging.

As he sipped his wine, he covered his eyes, leaving Wei free to act. Suddenly he felt a trickle of... Wine?

He opened his eyes and immediately closed them because Wei began to pick up that red trail with kisses.

The sensation of cold wine and warm lips was too... too exciting! Ling sighed reverently and Wei untied his belt.

Opening the robe, he spilled another trickle of wine, but below.

Ling sipped convulsively from his glass. The tempting kisses continued downward. The scent of wine wafted in the air. His throat was dry, and Ling quickly drained his glass.

Meanwhile, Wei took a sip, too, and covered Ling's lips. They didn't want to separate, mutually penetrating each other with fervent tongues.

Their breathing became ragged, their hearts beating faster. Suddenly Ling wanted to cuddle closely with the man, and he embraced him. Wei lifted him off the bed and carried him to the table.

Once on the same level, they continued kissing, Ling wrapping his legs tightly around him and reaching under his robe to touch his chest and neck.

This torture continued indefinitely until they could both no longer open their eyes, sinking deeper and deeper into their sensations.

Wei pulled something out of a drawer. Continuing to kiss him, he opened the robe completely. Reaching down with his hand, he touched his rebellious friend and advanced even further.

After a moment, Ling felt something cold and sticky on his skin. After a second of surprise, he relaxed contentedly.

"Someone's prepared," he thought, and said nothing.

The young man leaned back, leaning on his elbows. He pulled his legs up and bent at the knees and stood before Wei in a vulnerable and helpless posture that almost took his mind away.

With trembling hands, he began preparations. First, he spread the gel around and then slowly inserted one finger. Ling groaned.

"Damn it!" mentally scolded Wei, "Ling wants to drive me crazy today!"

Penetrating his body, he felt euphoric with anticipation.

It was hot and throbbing inside and Wei closed his eyes. He thought he was going to explode. Using a little more lubricant, he inserted a second finger.

A violent fantasy was taking over; he felt himself become hard as a rock in a certain place.

Ling shuddered a little with excitement.

His beautiful flat belly moved seductively as he breathed. Wei couldn't help himself and put his hot hand on top.

Everything looked so erotic and hot that the men began to gasp with passion. The other two were joined by a third finger and Wei touched the very spot, causing Ling to moan and sag a little.

That was the last straw.

Wei pulled his fingers out and placed against Wei Jr.'s entrance. Freezing for a moment, he looked at Ling. The young man closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Wei began to enter.

It was very difficult at first, just like the last time. Droplets of sweat appeared on his forehead from trying to hold back.

He could do it sharply, his hardness enough for that, but he vowed not to hurt. So he kept his hand on Ling's stomach, his other hand guiding his cock and adjusting the depth of penetration.

As hard as Ling tried to breathe, or relax, tears accumulated in the corners of his eyes. He placed his palm over Wei's hand, and they clung to each other like drowning men.

When Ling was in a lot of pain, he squeezed his hand harder and Wei slowed down.

With these signals, everything went smoothly. Getting a little used to the bursting sensation inside, Ling closed his eyes and relaxed. Wei understood his condition and tried to move gently.

At first gently and slowly so as not to hurt him, and then feeling more and more excitement, he began to deliberately hit the sensitive point to make Ling moan, and he succeeded.

The young man felt friction inside and out. The temperature of what was happening was rising rapidly.

A few rapid thrusts were enough to make Ling cum for the first time without additional stimulation. Taking advantage of his moment of relaxed bliss, Wei quickened his pace and followed his animal instincts ruthlessly.

Ling's body writhed and stretched. Muddy and thrilling sounds roused the room and made waves of shivers run through their bodies.

Ling didn't stay indifferent to what was going on for long and gradually became aroused anew. Now he wanted more stimulation so that he could fall into bliss and Wei did not let him down.

He wrapped his hot palm around the rebellious Ling Jr. and insistently persuaded him to participate in the party.

This time the young man was shaking so hard that he banged his shoulder blades against the table, and waves of pleasure rolled in one after another, ravaging his consciousness.

For a while, the world around Ling became white noise.

Wei lifted him and, without leaving his body, carried him to the bed, sitting him down on top of him. Sparks sprang from Ling's eyes from such deep penetration.

He slumped against Wei's shoulders and tried to get up to free himself. But Wei prevented him from doing so by gently holding the young man in the same position.

After that, he began to raise and lower himself.

Ling gradually engaged in the game and was soon breathing heavily, covered in sweat. He began to take off his robe because he was very hot.

Wei held him by the waist and helped him not to lose his rhythm as the young man was quite tired.

In this position, Ling felt everything sharper and brighter, so it was no surprise that to his shame he cummed again.

Wei experienced the maddening delight of being able to give Ling so much pleasure. Melted into pleasure, the young man went completely limp and Wei plunged unhindered all the way in. Ling didn't notice it anymore, his consciousness was a blur.

Clutching his hot, wet body in his hands, Wei realized that the very thought of letting him go, giving him up to someone, or watching Ling from afar was unbearable.

He hugged the young man tighter and rested his head on his shoulder, waiting for him to wake up. He could feel his shallow breathing.

After a minute, Ling's eyelashes fluttered and he opened his eyes.

Realizing the position he was in and that Wei was waiting patiently, he felt uneasy.

Fell asleep? Passed out? Ling asked himself and could remember nothing but a sizzling sense of pleasure.

He kissed Wei. Wrapped himself around his neck and whispered: "Don't pity me, I'm fine."

That timid whisper destroyed all of Jiang Wei's restraining powers and awakened his animal instinct.

He carried Ling to the table again and turned him away from himself. Ling rested his arms and accepted Wei into himself. Their agonizingly sweet battle lasted a long time. Ling's legs were trembling with anticipation of bliss.

He felt like he was just about to get a little more. So he squeezed Wei and, meeting his attacks fiercely, tried to beat each one back.

Wei exploded first, sensing this moment approaching, he accelerated furiously, massaging relentlessly every sensitive spot inside Ling, and his calculation worked.

The young man shuddered and groaned immediately after him, feeling the hot fountain inside him. The euphoria lifted him above the mortal world, and he felt himself floating in weightlessness as a kite.

From the fact that he himself was contracting in some places and relaxing in others, his pleasure seemed to last indefinitely. After experiencing several very powerful orgasms during the evening, the young man was completely exhausted.

He passed out again from an excess of pleasure and fatigue, lying face down on the table.

For a while, the room was filled with heavy breathing, but gradually Wei regained his pulse and got out of Ling.

This time he forgot the condom again. He slapped himself on the forehead.

"But what a feeling," he immediately smiled.

Picking Ling up, Wei carried him into the bathroom. Gently lowering his body down, he left only a faint side light and turned on the warm water.

The bathroom was huge, so after Wei had bathed Ling, he climbed inside himself. The water gradually filled the space between them.

It was warm and pleasant, the heat giving way to relaxation.

Ling opened his eyes and, seeing Wei, moved over to him. With his arms around his neck, Ling fell asleep.

It was so sweet that Wei almost suffocated from the feelings that engulfed him.

Lying in the bathtub with Ling on his chest, he thanked all the gods that he had met a mutual love in this life. After he parted with Guang, he no longer hoped to ever trust people again.

But this little boy had come quietly into his life, and suddenly he was the real star that had come down to light his way and warm his heart.

Such poetic thoughts made Wei's teeth cramp. He had never been this sweet. But now he let himself.

Cradling Ling's trusting body, holding his heart in his palms, he felt a great responsibility and swore to himself that no matter what happened, from now on Ling's well-being would be most important to him.

Turning off the water, he fell asleep. Waking up when the water had cooled down, he carefully carried the young man to his bed, and, using a healing ointment, treated his wounded body.

Ling only sighed in response and continued to sleep sweetly.

"One day," Wei dreamed, "you'll be able to stand much more of my desire and moan sweetly beneath me day and night, you'll see."

He turned out the light and went to sleep, cuddling Ling.

The stormy night had worn them both out, so they didn't wake up until four in the afternoon when the sun had already hidden behind the lodge. The first thing Ling did was drink two glasses of water. They opened the windows and doors to air out the room.

The scent of lovemaking still lingered in the air. Wearing only shorts, they went to the water and enjoyed the cool current for a long time.

Half-lounging in the water, they met the surging waves, joking and laughing.

Ling was the first to talk about last night.

"You were very good, and I seem to have lost my head..."

"Does something hurt?" worriedly, Wei asked.

"Almost none, if you mean that place. I feel a little sore in my muscles, but that's okay," Ling smiled, looking at the horizon.

"Glad to hear you're okay because I want you all the time," the man looked away.

The young man was a little embarrassed. For some time now, he too... wanted his boss all the time, too.