Every Meal - Chapter 16: Apply a Bit of Pressure
Kong Qiao felt that he might really be dreaming.
If not, why would he find himself in his own home, on a night untouched by any other visitors, being embraced and nibbled by a man on his lap?
Yes, it's really being nibbled.
In the movies that Kong Qiao used to watch, most of the kissing scenes between two people were gentle, filled with longing and a hint of desire, subtly implying through their lips and tongues.
Or sometimes, the kisses were urgent, impatiently exploring and sucking, moving to a deeper and more intimate level in the next second.
He never thought that kissing could be like this.
It was as if his mouth was like a small pastry, which could be devoured by the person in front of him in one bite.
The man's lips were like a dormant volcano, rough and dry when they first touched, causing a prickling sensation as they grazed against his lips.
Before Kong Qiao could even react, the volcano erupted with a rumble. The scorching and heavy breath sprayed against his face, enveloping Kong Qiao's lips in a moist heat with one swift motion.
What happened next was completely out of Kong Qiao's control.
He passively raised his head, as the man's scorching tongue pried open his unresisting soft lips, carrying with it the searing magma that delved into his mouth, ravaging every corner of his oral cavity.
That's not enough.
The man then stirred the saliva in his mouth, sucking and swallowing it into his own mouth.
Kong Qiao weakly opened his mouth, feeling as though he was about to be melted into water by the lava. But the volcano wasn't satisfied yet, it held his mouth tightly, used its teeth to bite on his lips and grind the flesh back and forth, as if devouring the most delicious delicacy.
"Um……um……"
Kong Qiao sobbed as his entire body turned into a puddle of soft flesh.
But this hateful dream in front of him hasn't let him go yet.
Kong Qiao felt the big palm covering the back of his hand begin to exert force.
The man's five thick and long fingers interlocked over his slender white fingers, pressing heavily on those two massive pectoral muscles as he massaged them.
And his buttocks, which were sitting softly between the man's thighs, pressed against something hard.
That thing seemed to have been dormant for even longer than the dormant volcano, containing an explosive force that made one's legs weak.
Jumping up and down, poking between his buttocks.
As the lips and fingers of the two of them intertwined and became intoxicated, gradually Tu Liang's crotch rose with a noticeable bulge, Kong Qiao rubbed them heavily and slowly on his bare and smooth thighs.
It was unknown if it was saliva or breath that became the most flammable catalyst, catalyzing the collision of emptiness and itchiness in Kong Qiao's body.
He voluntarily spread his legs apart and lifted his buttocks again.
Even before the man could exert any force with his hand, he took the initiative to sit squarely on the bulge of the man's lap.
Compared to the previous posture, the overlapping and intertwining became even tighter and closer.
Tu Liang could feel the two plump and tender buttocks firmly pressed against his erect tent. They were so soft, so supple, that even through a layer of fabric, their adorable and enticing nature couldn't be ignored.
But what made Tu Liang's breath quicken even more was that these two little cuties were wedged around his rod, rubbing against it back and forth, as if playfully teasing him.
Gently and lightly, back and forth.
Sucking but unable to suck it up, scratching but unable to locate the itchy spot, Kong Qiao relied solely on his own desires as he clumsily rubbed himself against the man's body. Unaware with just a few moments of disorganized and erratic movements, he managed to arouse the repressed desire that had been lingering in Tu Liang's heart for a long time.
He rubbed against it, causing the hardness beneath his hips to swell even more.
Kong Qiao is not only in danger but is also approaching it.
He is like a little bee trying to taste the sweetness for the first time, trying to make his own way into the honey jar.
The strong pectoral muscles under his hands rise and fall with each breath of the man. Kong Qiao affectionately caresses those two muscles full of elasticity, and finally unable to resist using his fingertips to flick the small pebbles on top, rubbing them against his own fingertips as if scratching an itchy inner desire.
As a delicate fairy boy, Kong Qiao's small arms and legs didn't have much strength.
Gently rubbing the man's chest at this moment, he believed that he was performing just like in those short movies, hoping to provide immense pleasure to the other person. However, for Tu Liang, it was indeed pleasurable, but more so like scratching the outside of the socks and not the itch inside.
The itch made Tu Liang's bones numb, he couldn't wait to hold the person down and teach him.
His lower body was rubbed, his chest was touched and before his eyes were the man's white and soft flesh, and the little tongue of the little peacock turned passive to active, licking him. For the first time, the butcher who had been chopping meat all day felt that he had become meat on the cutting board.
The gluttonous little thing had its hands all over him, but he didn't mind it one bit.
In fact, he wished he could tear himself apart and give every part of himself to the little treasure in front of him.
From head to toe, wherever the little peacock liked him, he could immediately use that area to serve this person comfortably without thinking twice.
However, this new little butcher in front of him was just too inexperienced.
Still fumbling around in confusion, it seemed that he hadn't even figured out where to start with the knife, yet he was already driving him crazy with desire and anticipation.
Tu Liang felt that his self-control was exhausted, and the aroused thing in his lower body was clamoring to have a taste of him.
"Qiao Qiao… apply a bit of pressure."
So, he stretched his hand and pressed it against the snow-white body in his embrace.
As soon as the rough palm was placed, it covered a large portion of Kong Qiao's chest.
The tight undershirt fits snugly on Tu Liang's body, while when worn by Kong Qiao, it appears loose and shapeless. Tu Liang casually reached his hand inside the neckline and grabbed hold of the little peacock's chest.
He couldn't wait any longer, and his rough fingertips rubbed against the youthful and tender skin. With only a few strokes and caresses, he made Kong Qiao gasp for breath.
This man… how did this man know his name?!
The momentary doubt in Kong Qiao's mind quickly faded away as the electrifying sensation sent shivers down his spine.
The small red bean on his chest was pinched and rubbed heavily by the man's thumb and index finger. The soft and tender chest was played in succession, causing a faint stinging sensation mixed with strands of itchiness that crawled from the nipple into his body. His mouth was still entangled with the man, but he couldn't help but let out a moan from his throat.
"Mmm~Ngnn~"
"If you want to knead, do it like this…"
Kong Qiao's hand, which was pressed against the man's chest, was covered once again by the scorching touch of Tu Liang's other hand.
As if teaching him, the butcher's hand kneaded his soft chest, while the other hand guided his hand to massage the man's well-developed pectoral muscles. The two of them sat intertwined on a spacious sofa.
The fair and bronzed skin occasionally touched each other due to the rubbing of their upper and lower bodies. Even though the air conditioner was blowing cool air, Kong Qiao felt that the parts where the two made contact were burning.
The strong smells of sweat and tobacco clung to the man and it seeped into his pores from all directions. Meanwhile, his body was filled with hungry and lustful desires, which couldn't be restrained any longer as they indulged in kissing, kneading their chests, and the friction between their lower bodies. Unable to suppress them, these desires surged out from within his body uncontrollably.
Don't tell me MC never asked for his name 🤣
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