Dedicated to those who waited

Chapter 48 – Long-awaited Dance of a Phoenix and Dragon...

- My shou-shou, aren't you lying? Really?!!

Mistrustful shouting of Zhang Linyi shook the room, but eyes ... his eyes began to shine with such hope, such children's enthusiasm, that the heart of poor Guangning thrilled with pleasure... and something much lower began also trembling...

What was to speak here about? About that series of misunderstanding, awful, tragic misunderstanding, which parted them for long, cruel, painful four years? Was it necessary to remind?

Linyi silently stretched his shivering hands to the beloved trophy – and pulled his lips for a kiss ... gentle... air... practically maiden ... neither any temptation, nor a hint on suspicion or mistrust ... such pure, such children's naiveté was in this gesture of the adult, handsome, smart man, such bright fire started to blaze suddenly on his smoothly shaved, not boyish cheeks, his chubby lips were so shyly trembling, so delightfully having stuck to perfectly curved Guangning's lips, that Guangning's eyes were closed by themselves – and he fell into vacuum ... where was only he ... and these careful, gentle, sweet lips...

Minutes were passing... when both guys could barely break their arms, air in their lungs reached totally its limit.

Having clasped with strong hands Guangning's waist, Linyi with one quick movement carefully lowered him on a sofa and nestled closely to his breast, placing his knees on both sides from Guangning's hips, pressing accidentally (or at a good will?) his intense dick to the stiffened guy under him.

Easily dressed in in loose clothing, he rested his lower body against Guangning with some hot hillock, and suddenly our gentle shou-shou was attacked by painful shame, which forced him to blush and turn away in attempt to hide his crimson face in his own shoulder.

This shame was amplified by the fact, that in his own jeans, despite the strong and severe material protecting his strategic object, reaction happened - equally violent, though less noticeable from outside even to the eagerly interested observer.

From view of this flushing face, this hardly curved lips and eyes which are screwed up, shaded by long eyelashes, silent victorious howl escaped from a throat of our sweet gallant Gong. He breathed a sip of air through his clenched teeth and resolutely pulled one hand of the guy, spread under him, to his man's treasure, which became swollen, flaring, breaking off from tension.

At the first moment Guangning did not understand, where he is pulled – and did not resist – and here his palm laid down on the huge hot hillock fitted by light silky fabric. This hillock was so big – but after pressing to it shou's hand it began immediately pulse and promptly increase in sizes. Having felt this pulsation, our gentle shou began to tremble, but did not dare to escape. On the contrary, encouraged by the strong, pressing-down male paw he began shyly, as if reluctantly touched carefully through fabric of home trousers provided to his attention man's wild animal, involuntarily comparing it mentally to his own zoo inhabitant.

Men like, without false modesty, to believe that the beast living between their legs is a bit big for them - and Wang Guangning was no exception to this rule. But what was now growing and tearing at freedom under his arm, clearly exceeded the average size - an echo of the previous competition woke up in the soul of our shou, he suddenly wanted to grab his own man's dignity and compare the parameters ... that night in Xiamen was bright in his memory ... how many times during these four years, memories about it helped to spend sleepless, painful nights ... But then ... then they both pretended that it was just an experiment ... almost a joke ... obscene, but not necessary to have far-reaching consequences ... now the size of Lingyi's beast had serious importance to Guangning... and our shou-shou's hand involuntarily shivered, feeling the powerful dick and balls underneath.

From the uncertain, awkward movements of his hand ... touching the dearest man's possession, Zhang Lingyi leaned back with an involuntary convulsive exhalation, his head thrown back.

Ohhh ... it was ... so ... right! Guangning's hand on his eager beast ... The simple physical pleasure of its shy movements could not be even compared with the sweet, all-encompassing feeling of possessive, masterly, purely masculine satisfaction. How long, how agonizingly cruel he was dreaming about it, tormenting himself on cold lonely nights, how he imagined that it was not his fingers, that grabbed and crumpled his treasure, how reluctantly he returned to the real world, in which he had to wipe his own hand, how perversely dirty and shameful he felt himself from these short, tortured, unsatisfying orgasms, what a melancholy rolled after, a thirst for a living, distant, inaccessible person, whose hand once gave him the delight of a divided passion... how he cursed himself for his own stupidity and cowardness...

A deep breath escaped from Lingyi's chest, cutting through his lungs. He again leaned on the guy, who had stood still beneath him - embarrassed, squeezed, refusing to look at him - but desired more, than ever earlier, with whom he now dreamed to do much more ... EVERYTHING!

Growling deeply inside, he ran his nose over his partner's hot cheek, with a trembling delight tickled by the tip of his tongue a slightly prickly dimple on his stubbornly raised chin – short hairs, that had grown invisible within a day, burned delicate tongue's skin with such sweet, such piquant bitterness, slightly bit this proud chin – as though imposed a master's brand - "HE IS MINE!", moved down with greedy lips... along the long neck ... sharply suck to the Adam's apple of this smooth neck.

Guangning trembled as a leaf on wind from this gentle greed, and made a mournful sound, it seemed that a tiny waterfall was bubbling in his throat.

Uncontrollable, predatory smirk distorted the gong's lips, and they continued their wet path below, to the defenseless, boy's subclavian fossa, where they lingered, allowing a hot tongue to describe several wet circles, dispersing tangible crowds of large-caliber goose bumps across the shou's obedient body.

And further ... further was the chest ... amazing ... smooth ... with strong flat muscles covered with a rough and hastily unfastened shirt. An intensely protruding nipple was drawn through the thin fabric - and Lingyi groaned down to this pea with his lips first, wetting the fabric with saliva so that it became almost translucent - and when he saw a circle darkening under it, he glared at it like a wild cat.

- Ahhh! - Guangning screamed thinly and piercingly - but this cruel, painful bite seemed to move something in his quietly resisting consciousness, switched contacts and started a process unknown to Guangning - and the hand, tearing the buttons on his chest, was suddenly sharply grasped and resolutely directed downwards, to his own flesh, requiring immediate and intense Great-Gong attention. This hand sank down on the jeans standing as a hill - and with a short understanding, encouraging laughter, our gong immediately squeezed zipper, releasing hidden genie to freedom.

"Ouch..." the cool air blew down steam in a boiler boiling in the lower part of Guangning, and he would be ready to stop the further actions of his gong ... if it were possible.

In one fast movement shou's jeans were pulled down to the knees, and the black boxers beneath them vigorously rose in the groin area, forming an almost upright hill, the top of which was already damp from the pre-ejaculate oozing from the dick, hidden under soft fabric.

This picture - masculine dignity of another man, so obviously languishing in affection, this smell, the specific smell - a warm, heated male body, ready for action - hit the nerves of our gong, as if whipped with a fiery whip. He held his breath and looked stunned from the bottom of his boyfriend on his face glowing with the fire of passion. So beautiful, so unfamiliar ... so dear ...

Guangning continued his attempts to hide his face in his own shoulder, breathing heavily and intermittently, squinting as if trying to ignore what was happening ... but, feeling the guy sitting on him froze, he turned his head and opened his eyes. Tears were pouring in them, piling up in the corners of the eyes and flowing down the temples, the wet long arrows of black eyelashes seemed to pierce Lingyi's heart.

He trembled and pulled his sweet shou-shou by the shoulders, planting in front of him:

- Guangning ... my Guangning... I love you ...

From these simple, always unexpected words, from a familiar, but completely unfamiliar, trembling, ecstatically interrupted voice, Guangning thought, that a sweet, painful flaming arrow pierced his heart. He stared directly into the pupils of the guy sitting on his hips, overwhelmed by such waves of tenderness, emanating from them, and it was almost impossible to withstand.

Lingyi leaned down and carefully kissed his handsome man in the nose:

- I love you so much ... and it seems to me, for a very long time already... I guess I loved you, even when I had no idea about it by myself.

The spasm squeezed a throat of our gentle shou - and the response "I love you too..." burst out practically without the participation of his consciousness, by itself, just as an echo could not be silent to thrown in the air short melodic phrase. A tremor - one for two - pierced the bodies of both guys, and their hearts pounded hastily - in a single bewitching rhythm, as if the uttered recognition, like a tuning fork, set these hearts in tone and speed for the rest of their lives.

They loved each other ... so long ago ... and so hopelessly ... everyone secretly believed that the other only sees him as a friend ... and was afraid to cross this fragile line, fearing to lose either the warm friendly communication, the peaceful balance established between them... and suddenly it turned out, that there was no friendship between them... that they ... both... BOTH, damn it!.. are in love with each other... the world turned upside down and suddenly began to shine with dazzling rainbow colors - tiny colored ponies and unicorns jumped over a seven-color arc, that crossed the sky, and these little creatures were banging with crystal hooves along silver taut strings - a marvelous melodic harmony engulfed boys' souls - and the whole universe became - one for two.

Wang Guangning tried to say something at least, but his heart was so full, that suitable words did not go to his tongue. Perhaps, for the first time in his life, he could not express himself with words - and this wordlessness most clearly characterized the strength of the shock, that hit his tender soul.

The words were superfluous now - and, realizing this, Guangning simply held out his hands and, grabbing the elastic on Lingyi's pants, with one strong, impatient movement pulled them off with his underwear.

Stunned by what was happening, the beast sitting in an ambush, jumped out of his clothes, and proudly threw up his reddened head, resting it practically on the memorable six cubes of his master.

"Guaaaannanngiiiiiinnng..." - a half-sob-growl broke from the lips of Lingyi's, stunned by a sudden attack of his tender shou, and his answer came immediately - the black boxers quickly left their location - and the liberated genie also swayed in front of exited eyes- it was unexpectedly dark against a pale belly and shining hips, covered with a light dark down. A transparent droplet brightened on his reddened, open head, which suddenly provoked Lingyi for convulsive, uncontrolled desire to lick it.

Lingyi resolutely suppressed it and jumped out of the clutching at the knees, absolutely not necessary right now clothes, with an agile acrobatic movement, and greedily clawed both strained penes into a single handful, clutching for reliability their flaming parts with his second hand. Guangning immediately extended his arms and imperiously covered Lingyi's long nervous fingers from above.

The contact burned both guys - they froze, looking into each other's eyes, and then groaned in unison, dying from the thought that now their shameful, secret places are again, four years later, completely given to the power of a MAN!!! .. to another man ... beloved man ... but who ... who now will lead both of them further to the peak of pleasure?.. Who should be the first ruler of their equal union? Who is in charge?.. Or? ..

This short, terrible pause, this cruel invisible duel, eye to eye, one predator against another, male against male - who is alpha, who is omega ... Probably both will remember this moment until the end of their days.

Lingyi suddenly flinched - and loosened his tight grip, a timid, tender smile surfaced on his lips, warming up Guangning's tense - the predator disappeared - and again something naive and childish appeared in this courageous face. He was ready to give in, to recognize the supremacy of Guangning - everything, everything that his beloved wanted - for the sake of their common love.

An intermittent sigh shook Guangning's chest, his hands trembled, gently squeezed his partner's thin strong fingers - and slipped away. Losing his balance, he clung to Lingyi's broad smooth shoulders and helplessly buried his face in them, tickling painfully sensitive naked skin with a nervous hot breath.

The uterine laughter escaped from the throat of the second guy - and his hands gently squeezed two jade wands together, starting their eternal, simple movement - up-down, up-down, gradually speeding up in time with the accelerating breath, burning his shoulder. The firebird and phoenix dance has begun...

The sofa in Lingyi's living room was wide ... but not wide enough for two grown-up guys of a healthy build. One knee, with which Lingyi rested on a soft surface with an edge, constantly slipped off, striking with a loud bang on the floor, but, inflamed, heated, he balanced on the second, pulling his leg back, noticing neither pain nor inconvenience of his position.

Guangning, crouched on the sofa, tormented by the impatient hot hands of his gong, completely lost his head, seemed, not noticing nothing around. His breath was torn from his mouth by convulsive fevers, flew out wheezing, burning Lingyi's bare shoulder, into which the brave shou grabbed with all his fingers like ticks, leaving reddish-bluish spots on the snow-white skin. His whole essence, all thoughts are now concentrated in the lower abdomen, in a place that was powerfully massaged by a demanding male paw.

But another knack knee on the floor brought him out of his crazy trance. He wheezed with effort into the beautiful, upturned face of his partner, no less crazy than his own:

"Lin ... yee ..." articulate sounds didn't want to fly out of his mouth, hardly dazzling into meaningful words, the jade wand burned with fire, a red fog covered his brains. But caring ... caring for the knee ... HIS knee ... even in this state, the cute little shou could not ignore it:

- Let... me ... lie... down...

The brave gong, to whose brain words of his beloved lover reached with difficulty, as if through a tall barricade, froze in place, frightened to death, weakened his power grip on the flaming essences of both ... What?.. What did he... say?.. He no longer wants?.. He... chases away? ..

But then the word "lie down" crawled, finally, to the gong's bewitched brains... lie down... he... wants... lie down... bed ... bed... it is in the bedroom... too... too far... it is necessary... here ... here... only to... him ... more comfortable...

Jade wands slipped out of the gong's paws - and these huge paws gripped the thin shou-shou's waist, pulling him to a convenient horizontal position with symmetrically distributed free space along the edges. Jeans and underwear, still hanging somewhere around the shou's knees, were ripped off in an instant and sent into free flight somewhere in the far corner of the room. A long, white, muscular body spreads out in front of Lingyi's eager gaze - submissive, relaxed, non-resisting... beautiful...

Lingyi bent over him, about to cling to his sweet, sharp-curved lips again. But the open eyes of Guangning stopped him, made him freeze. Lingyi sank into these eyes, like a whirlpool, they sucked him into some kind of abyss full of darkness and fire. Our gong had never felt such hypnotic power of another person over him. If he had ordered by Guangning to plunge into the abyss, Lingyi would have no doubt for a second.

And our beautiful shou, satisfied with the crazy, enchanted, submissive expression on the face of the guy leaning over him, squinted his eyes and threw back his head, showing himself the face of the god of Love – he was as if Erot himself, rewarding his adherent with the blessing of a kiss. With a short sob, Lingyi clung to these amazing sculpting lips, dived his tongue into them, penetrating into the sweet, sucking depth. The tongues of the lovers clashed in a short struggle, clutched, wriggling, clashing, intertwining - now gently, now roughly, penetratingly and searchingly, now piercing through and through. Lingyi was digging deeper into Guangning's mouth, more angrily, more furiously, as if he wanted to suck his soul out of him. It was already impossible to understand where the lips of one ended and the mouth of the other began - everything was one, everything was divided in half.

The hassle that the guys were plunging into became thicker, denser, they were suffocating from the passion that had encased them.

The fingers of the upper one returned again to the buttons of the shirt of man, lying underneath, tearing them out of the hinges, and when the whole breast was exposed, the lips of the guys parted, and Lingyi rushed down the smooth hollow to the cubes of the pumped-up sports press.

Guangning gasped, as if the beloved's lips had burned a path on his naked body, clutched his hair with a trembling hand, and did not push it away, but, on the contrary, pressed his mouth to his own flesh more tightly.

His genie, hot and resilient, heaved up sharply, rubbing tightly against Lingyi's chest. But the shirt... the shirt of the upper man blocked access directly to the body - and Lingyi with an impatient roar tore it off himself in one short movement. Wild impatience swept over him - he was no longer able to wait. Like a wild beast, he stuck his teeth into the defenseless stomach of his prey, as if punishing him for such a long resistance. From this cruel bite, his stomach tightened, the sculptural line of the oblique muscles showed athletic appearance, and Lingyi, like a bewitched one, slipped his lips on it... lower... and lower... until he buried himself in a place between the snow-white hips, from which a magnificent crimson flower rose.

At the roots of this flower, he suddenly froze in indecision.

Guangning, struck by a sudden brutal attack, stared with fear at the tense, inclined towards his man's dignity face - an unexpected excruciating shame seized him again, and he tried to bring his knees down to cover himself.

But the hungry gong did not allow him to do this.

Being himself on the verge of an explosion, he whispered hoarsely:

- Hold on to me.

And imperiously grabbed his obedient shou-shou under the hips, throwing his legs to his waist.

- Ooh!

Guangning, who did not expect such obedience from himself, bursting with a crimson blush, wrapped his legs around Lingyi's body, revealing himself in front of his gong in a completely defenseless position, and from this meek obedience a fierce imperative smirk touched Lingyi's lips, and his heart was beating furiously - happily and contentedly.

Right now, he could only be GONG - attacking, taking, subduing.

The flower of his lover's delight stood upright in front of his eyes, flowing out with a clear grease, oozing from a half-open swollen head - glowing with desire, ready for anything the Lord could demand. With the thumb of his right hand, Lingyi gently touched the very top of the head - and smeared the clear liquid down the dick. The owner of the flower shuddered all in his hands with a plaintive groan:

"Ah... Lingyi... don't..."

Gong raised his head, peering into the face of his sweet shou - it burned with a feverish blush, praying eyes drowned in thick eyelashes, his chest heaved in stormy waves - he was brutally beautiful, more beautiful than in all the feverish dreams, that Lingyi had tormented for many years. He was all accessible, intimate, submissive, squeezed with shame - and from all of these seemed only nicer. The memory of crazy dreams, in which he made with his distant shou such things, which he was about to realize, spurred the slow-moving gong.

People... shamelessness... perversion... filth... shame... how many terrible words were invented for he could not do this... But he wants to! He longs for it ...

A thick musky aroma struck into swelling nostrils - Lingyi bowed his head and bestowed this beautiful flower of Prince Guangning with a hot kiss.

OH YEEEES...

"Ahhhhhhh..." - it's hard to say exactly how poor prince imagined the further course of events, but in his "wet" dreams he never came beyond mutual masturbation, similar to what they experienced in Xiamen,.

But the decisive gong was completely not going to stop there. He opened his mouth (to a considerable width), grabbed the root of the flower in a hot palm, licked the salted head and resolutely plunged it into his thirsty mouth.

Guangning was arched in a high arc, his breathing was interrupted, he tried to scream - "noooo... nooooo ..." ... but his legs clasped behind Lingyi's back in an inextricable lock, and his hips seemed to push a burning flower deeper into a wet, hot cavity.

And instead of the stern "no," the hoarse, blissful "Oooh, Liiingyii..." burst out of the disobedient shou's mouth. Mamma mia, how good it was...

The aforementioned "Oh Lingyi", meanwhile, having not the slightest experience (other than theoretical) in the area of the current experiment, purposefully pushed the thick wand deeper into his throat. It was strange for him... he was uncomfortable... the jaw turned out somehow wildly uncomfortable, but... completely incomprehensible, illogical, furious joy overshadowed and outweighed all the inconvenience, all the awkwardness of his position.

Because... HIS Guangning was on fire. He growled and wheezed, his cheeks burned, he trembled and fought in the caring hands of his gong, tears flowed from his eyes, that the owner did not notice, uncontrolled waves of pleasure flooded his whole body, depriving him of consciousness - and only happiness, real happiness stormed and captured all of him being. His... his man... gave him pleasure... and he gave up with all his soul and this happiness... to this amazing, gentle, strong man...

Here he clung stronger to the dark hair on the back of man's head... tried to push away the greedy mouth tormenting his flesh... tried to warn... tried to stop... but how he could the volcanic eruption stop... The mighty man's gun suddenly vibrated, twitched - and hit a thick liquid in the hot depth of the throat - one ... second ... third.

This multiple attack turned out to be completely unexpected for our great theoretician gong - he choked, coughed, froze, stunned, and then involuntarily released the gun, which stopped shooting, from his mouth, not daring to swallow hot liquid, turning away in embarrassment... thick liquid dripped down his chin, dripping on the dazzling belly of the beautiful sniper, drying out and tightening his confused lips.

Guangning meanwhile soared between heaven and earth, unable to return to the real world. His eyes wandered blindly along the ceiling, contemplating, undoubtedly, paradise instead of whitewash, sobs and convulsive sighs heaving chest, a bright mouth twisted in a convulsion of post-orgasm. And only the awkward coughing of his lover brought him out of this blissful numbness, covering him with a new wave of embarrassment.

- Well, how are you? Do you feel better now? - a light, proud note of excellence slipped through the husky tone in the hoarse voice, which, fortunately, went unnoticed to our soft shou-shou. Slowly, gong cast a glance at his beloved one - and he, looking up from the contemplation of the gardens of paradise, immediately drowned in this gaze full of admiration. Nodding shyly, Guangning held out a weakened hand and turned his beloved face to himself, gently erasing his own drying sperm from these red lips, swollen from the zeal:

- I love you.

It sounded so simple... so sincerely.

- I love you too! - Lingyi instantly responded, and happiness scalded him in a new way, as if for the first time. He lived with this delightful man... he idolized him... he made love to him now... his taste... strange, previously unfamiliar... but HIS taste bitter in his tongue and sore in his throat... and it was so right, as if it could not be otherwise.

The delicate inner surfaces of Guangning's hips felt the strong core of his lover, squeezed between them, and, despite being exhausted, he, realizing that he had finished alone, rubbed them against a hot, stone-like cock, causing a fierce shudder of a strong, muscular body nearby:

- I'm going... to do well... for you too... now...

This readiness, this concern, this selfless impulse tore out a happy hoarse laugh from Lingyi... but he shook his head in the negative:

- You will definitely do it ... But take a shower first!

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