Every Meal - Chapter 19: What’s Your Name

Translator: Deyonna

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Kong Qiao didn't want to tempt Tu Liang.

In fact, he felt like the man was the one tempting him.

Such a strong chest, such full muscles, and such... such a big thing. All of these were almost on point with his taste.

Just like a table full of his favorite dishes, he's holding the chopsticks but doesn't even know where to start eating.

Hateful!

He's extremely anxious!

His face was pressed against the man's bare chest, his body was also entwined with the hot and strong body. Since they had already reached this point, Kong Qiao no longer wanted to bother giving excuses and nonsense.

He closed his eyes, allowing his inner desires to guide him. He opened his mouth. His white teeth and the tip of his tongue touched the strong and elastic chest muscle.

Lick.

Bite.

Using his mouth, he slowly tasted the ample chest that he had fantasized about countless times in his dreams.

Tu Liang was really going crazy.

He thought that the little peacock's usual charm was enough for him to consume, but he never expected that now that they had deeper contact, even before he started to show his strength, he was already being besieged by the person from all sides until he was about to blow up.

He was really unable to suppress the constant restlessness inside him, as if it wanted to burst out.

Taking advantage of the little treasure in front of him, who was focused on occupying his chest, Tu Liang simply moved away the little hand on his cock that was adding fuel to the fire.

And then his big palm moved to Kong Qiao's smooth and tender buttocks, effortlessly lifting them up and then letting them down heavily.

There was a "snap" sound.

The swollen meat stick forcefully collided with Kong Qiao's plump and luscious folds.

"Ngn!"

Kong Qiao's lower back instinctively arched forward, but due to the overwhelming pleasure, his body felt weak and powerless. In no time, his buttocks collapsed softly onto the man's lap.

The tight crevice was strangled by the piece of fabric, contracting forcefully as it was pressed against the scorching, stiff big member. This movement caused his soft, rounded buttocks to squeeze inward as well.

Every inch of Tu Liang's shaft was firmly sandwiched between Kong Qiao's buttocks.

"Ha... ah."

Tu Liang took a deep breath, his face showing a mixed expression of relief and discomfort, although his eyebrows and eyes looked relaxed. He pressed his palm against Kong Qiao's slippery waist and started to move his hips forward while sitting on the sofa.

With each thrust, he pushed deeper into that crevice.

"Ngn…hmm……"

Kong Qiao was originally nibbling on the pectoral muscles, nibbling really well. But when the man thrust, his body also followed suit and jerked up.

And waves of tingling, slightly numb and deprived desire came from his lower body, causing the previously neglected emptiness behind him to suddenly start clamoring within his body again. It made it impossible for him to concentrate on the delicious food in front of him.

Woo, hateful!

As if venting his anger, he fiercely bit into the muscles on the man's chest, leaving behind his own bite mark. Then he was jolted and had his head lifted.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Tu Liang's aroused and restless appearance.

The rugged features of the man were magnified up close, with sharply defined contours, his jaw clenched tightly, and the corners of his cheeks revealed a tense expression.

It was unknown whether the room was too hot, but there were many fine beads of sweat on Tu Liang's forehead, and a few drops slid down his temples to his chin, outlining some sexy water stains on his bronzed skin.

His breathing rose and fell incessantly, and each exhale felt like the steam from erupting lava spraying on Kong Qiao's hair.

Following along those thick lips that never seemed to let him go, he looked down to see the man's thick, bulging veins on his muscular neck. On top of it, the prominent Adam's apple was continuously bobbing. Its bobbing frequency is almost synchronizing with the movements of their lower body.

Kong Qiao looked at the scene in front of him almost obsessively.

Not a novel, not a movie. At this moment, holding him, wanting to do this and that to him, was a real, genuine man.

Tall, powerful, and filled with strength, his entire body was wrapped in the muscles he loved, exuding a strong masculine charm.

Kong Qiao doesn't know what others like.

He, an ordinary little gay, just loves this one so much!!!

He licked his lips, not caring about anything anymore.

Delicious food is right in front, only a fool would not eat it!

So Kong Qiao raised his arms and started rubbing the man's broad and thick shoulders.

As the man's body trembled more and more intensely, Kong Qiao gradually shifted most of his attention downwards. Only leaving a bit of instinct that compelled him to extend his tongue and lick the constantly bobbing protrusion in front of him.

Unable to nibble on the pectoral muscles, he just nibbled on the neck to satisfy his cravings.

He licked the cartilage wrapped in honey-colored skin, which was significantly firmer compared to the pectoral muscles. The protruding tip of the tongue seemed as resolute as its owner. However, Kong Qiao had only licked a few times when he felt a muffled moan escaping from the man's throat beneath his tongue, unable to suppress it.

"Qiao…Qiao!"

Tu Liang didn't know how many times he had called Kong Qiao's name today.

He just felt a burning sensation surging up and down his neck as if the final catalyst triggered a volcanic eruption, completely blasting away his carefully maintained sanity.

He applied three times more force to Kong Qiao's lower back with his hand, almost as if he wanted to engulf his entire being within his own body.

And his lower body, that hard weapon lodged in the crevice of the little peacock's buttocks, no longer teased and moved restlessly below. Tu Liang's blood rushed downward, causing him to swiftly flip Kong Qiao over, placing him against the back of the blue sofa, and thrusting with a powerful rhythm.

"Ngn, ngn, ah!"

The sudden and violent impact made Kong Qiao's round eyes suddenly widen. His lips directly hit the man's chin, and before he could react, the next wave of thrusts came crashing down upon him.

He felt like a small boat sailing through a storm, where raging winds and pouring rain bombarded him head-on. He could only grasp the mast within reach, his fingertips weakly scratching the man's shoulder blades a few times, but leaving no trace behind.

"Qiao Qiao… Qiao Qiao…"

The man started calling out his name again.

The hoarse voice rubbed against his ears like sandpaper, then brutally invaded his heart, bringing a wave of itchiness.

Kong Qiao never knew that his name could be called in such a suggestive manner, as if calling it a few more times could send someone directly to heaven.

The little underwear between the buttocks made of thin material was now soaked into deep purple by their bodily fluids. Kong Qiao couldn't see it, but Tu Liang could see it clearly.

The only place that was a bit more covered had already bulged up into an arc at this moment, sprouting like a small purple mushroom. Tu Liang's throat turned dry from its cute appearance.

He held the person in his arms with one hand and supported the back of the sofa with the other, controlling his cock as he thrusts against the soft center of the two petals again and again.

Not sure whether it was because the underwear was too tightly stretched, but the piece of the fabric at the back was almost embedded in the crevice of the person's buttocks. Caught between the two fleshy peach-like halves, it clung to the contracting small opening like a gatekeeper, barely holding up the last line of defense and forcing Tu Liang to thrust haphazardly from the outside.

"Ah…ah, ha…"

Kong Qiao's mouth was slightly opened, and waves of tingling sensations were emanating from his lower body, making it difficult for him to resist.

The man's organ was like a rolling pin, repeatedly slapping against his buttocks. With each thrust, he felt the emptiness inside him slightly subsiding, but before he could feel any satisfaction, that wretched thing would withdraw again. All that remained was the tightly stretched fabric, rubbing against his rear entrance, providing him with a slight comfort with each movement of their bodies.

Where had Kong Qiao ever experienced such a sweet yet torturous torment before?

"Ngn… you…"

He twisted his waist, no longer wanting the man to push and rub, but instead, he actively rubbed against his groin.

He even wanted to urge the man to apply more force and go deeper, but when he opened his mouth, he found himself unable to call out the man's name.

The hand that was holding onto the man's shoulder slightly exerted force. As Kong Qiao endured the waves of pleasure surging below him, he lifted his gaze and met the lustful eyes of the butcher.

"You..." He looked into the man's eyes, seeing his own lascivious and disheveled reflection, and suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

But now that the arrow was already on the bow, Kong Qiao could only endure the embarrassment. Panting slightly, he raised his head and asked the man, "What's… your name?"

"... Tu Liang

"Qiao Qiao, my name is Tu Liang."

The man's movements didn't stop because of his question. Instead, they became even more intense. Each thrust was aimed at Kong Qiao's entrance as if he wanted to release all the emotions he had kept hidden inside and pour them into the person in front of him through his actions.

Kong Qiao could only reluctantly accept wave after wave of overwhelming emotions, crying out and moaning, feeling the cushion beneath him becoming increasingly damp from the friction between their bodies, and the man's big member pressing deeper and grinding against him.

As the man's tip nearly pushed through the entrance against his underwear, Kong Qiao vaguely heard a sentence in his ears, which made him dumbfounded, causing his mouth to open wide.

He heard Tu Liang say——

"Qiao Qiao, I... have liked you for a long time."

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