Every Meal - Chapter 15: Can Hardly Hold It Back
Kong Qiao really just wanted to wipe Tu Liang’s nosebleed.
But his hands and eyes were a little disobedient.
The first time he touched the man’s cheek, the slightly rough texture made his hand tremble a bit.
——Not nervous, but excited.
It looked like the man hadn’t shaved for several days. A circle of light stubble has emerged on his cheeks and chin. When Kong Qiao’s palm unintentionally brushes against it, it tickles and pricks.
He squeezed a tissue to wipe the blood stains under the man’s nose, but because of this movement, his fingertips swept across the softness that was different from the texture of the skin, which was the man’s thick upper lip.
It was not red, compared to his rosy lips, which have a healthy color. His thick lips appeared quite dark.
Dry, with some dead skin that lacks moisture.
However.
Whether it’s touching or looking... it appeared very kissable.
Kong Qiao’s Adam’s apple trembled slightly as he tried to suppress his wandering thoughts. He lifted his eyes upwards, only to meet a pair of dark, intense eyes.
The two of them were now only an arm’s length apart.
No, closer than that.
Kong Qiao could even see his troubled face reflected in Tu Liang’s eyes.
Drip, drip.
His mind was a jumbled mess, and he instinctively avoided the indiscernible emotions in Tu Liang’s eyes, and then he lowered his gaze.
This is a serious situation.
It’s impossible to move away directly.
What he thirsted for, desired in his dreams, and drooled over through videos and photos every day—is the well-developed and robust pectoral muscles proudly displayed before him, magnanimous and unreserved.
Although he had stolen multiple glances at Tu Liang after he took off his clothes just now, from a distance, the impact was nowhere near as significant as it was up close.
At this moment, the man’s well-developed chest muscles were like two attractively charged magnets, firmly capturing all of Kong Qiao’s attention, and even sucking away the remnants of his feeble rationality.
The fingers wiping the nosebleed uncontrollably fell on the protruding arc.
The indescribably beautiful touch made Kong Qiao feel as if he had fallen into a wonderful dream, causing him to breathe rapidly with excitement.
The bronze-colored skin is like honey that has been baked by the scorching sun, with a slightly firm texture, which seemed to reflect the immense power hidden within. Yet this power appeared to offer no resistance to the person touching it right now, tightening for a moment before loosening its guard, allowing the fingertips to explore it.
The well-developed muscles from regular training wrapped around the fingertips, causing a small indentation in the plump chest. However, it immediately bounced back as the fingers retreated.
It feels as if the stiff dough of meat has been kneaded and hammered thousands of times, smooth yet resilient, vibrant, and dense.
Kong Qiao didn’t know his eyes were shining.
Like a light bulb powered by a driver, it resembles the brightest star in the night sky, so bright and lovely.
It made the man want to give him a kiss, maybe even stick out his tongue and lick him until his tears overflowed.
Tu Liang can hardly hold it back anymore.
He placed his fist by his side, repeatedly tightening and loosening his grip.
Finally, when the man in front of him was about to slide his fingertips down boldly on his chest, he raised his hand and firmly grasped Kong Qiao's wrist.
He pressed Kong Qiao's small palm against his chest.
"Do you want to touch…"
He took a heavy breath, afraid of scaring the little peacock, then closed his mouth again, deliberately recalling the excuses this person had said before from his mind.
"If you want... to check out my fitness results, you can… touch."
Kong Qiao was startled, and a sense of rationality returned to him.
But when he heard the man's low and hypnotic words, his hand, that was about to retract, paused.
Yes, ah.
He... He just wanted to see how this pectoral muscle was trained.
Only then can he become so big, so… strong and muscular.
Kong Qiao, who was kneeling, leaned forward a bit more, as if enchanted.
The other hand holding the back of the sofa was also gently held by the man and pressed to his chest.
The two people somehow ended up kissing each other.
At first, Kong Qiao was just tentatively exploring and caressing the man's chest.
The strong pectoral muscles that could not be fully covered by one hand touched his palm intimately, and his palm slowly rose and fell with the man's breathing and heartbeat.
The brown nipples that were as hard as pebbles were pressed against the center of his palms. They stood proudly on the soft yet firm muscle, seemingly unconquerable, demanding attention that couldn't be ignored.
Kong Qiao felt his fingertips trembling.
Trembling with dissatisfaction from the current touch, he wanted to knead those two small magnets, pulling them across the plump muscles, rolling them, transforming them into enticing shapes in his own palm.
And it's not just the fingertips.
His lips and tongue were also tormented by his heart's desires, eager to move restlessly.
He wanted to suck on that sturdy little mountain, to suck onto the small pebbles that adorned its peak, and most of all, he wanted to cradle those two large pectoral muscles in his hands and lick them from top to bottom, even burying his face in between them.
Let the vigorous, abundant, and powerful masculinity engulf him.
Kong Qiao felt his back was wet.
Obviously, he hadn't done anything yet, but he had already turned wet by just imagining those things.
He had no idea that he was currently behaving like a seductress—
His face was flushed, his eyes sparkled, and his little tiger teeth ground half of his lower lip stained with saliva.
He's like a person who has been hungry for an unknown amount of time sees his favorite delicacy, and in the next second, he wants to take it apart and devour it, relishing every bite.
Gluttonous and cute.
If Tu Liang hadn't stepped into the door of this room today, he would still be standing far away, just like before, watching this person from a distance.
Even if the distance between the two people sitting would be a little farther apart and it wouldn't be like now, facing each other, with only a short distance between them. Tu Liang may not have made the next move.
But many things don't have 'what ifs'.
Or you could say, no matter how many 'what ifs' there are, the underlying attraction between them will gradually bring them closer to each other.
Until there is no more distance.
So Tu Liang moved.
He didn't make any big movements, he just tilted his neck forward ever so slightly, causing his head to follow.
And just stretched out his hand to cover the back of Kong Qiao's hand.
As for the other hand, it just lightly embraced Kong Qiao's exposed and soft waist, causing the little peacock to shift slightly, then the person fell into his lap and his whole body leaned to him.
The person who he had thought about day and night was finally in his arms.
The little butt that he had coveted for a long time was really as fleshy and round as he imagined, pressing down on his knees like boneless meat.
And those lips, which are always moist and red, were soft, tender, and sweet, just as he had fantasized. They were like the juice extracted from the sweetest mangoes in the store.
No, even sweeter than that.
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