Every Meal - Chapter 20: Give Me Another Chance

Translator: Deyonna 

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Kong Qiao felt that the man in front of him was simply a foul.

How can he suddenly confess his feelings at a time like this!?

Moreover... Moreover, they haven't even known each other for long! How could he like him for a long time?

Kong Qiao opened his mouth to ask for clarification, but Tu Liang, who was already burning with desire, was unwilling to give him that chance. He abruptly lowered his head and sealed his lips while his lower body began to explore the wet crevice between his buttocks.

"Ngn… ngn!"

A thick and long rod roughly pushed apart the soft and smooth buttocks, as if forcefully parting the last layer of protection in front of the tempting flower bud. The purple fabric was repeatedly crushed by the stiff cock.

That layer of damp, deep purple fabric was like thin petals. With every stroke, it left a trail of wet marks, and it combined with the substance released from the tip of the man's member. It was then smeared back onto the smooth and fleshy round buttocks of Kong Qiao, glistening and glowing.

In a place where Tu Liang couldn't see, the flower bud he coveted had quietly blossomed, its petals unfurling gently.

As the force of impact intensified, the flower bud trembled again and again, desperately attempting to unfurl its petals. However, it was repeatedly obstructed by the fabric, blocking its path to reach the dew drops. It could only pitifully open its small mouth, biting emptily as it continuously shrunk upon each collision with the man, never able to bite into what it wanted to eat.

Both men were on the brink of explosion.

The little peacock in front of Kong Qiao had also stood upright for a long time. Without receiving any comfort from behind, he simply stretched out his hand and began to stroke himself, trying to relieve some of the restless and unbearable desire within his body.

However, no matter how he tried to perform the satisfying movements today, he couldn't experience the usual pleasure he felt in the past. On the contrary, the more he tried, the more frustrated he felt. Kong Qiao held onto his little stick and moved it up and down for quite some time, but instead of relief, he felt trapped between two numbing pleasures, causing his voice to tremble.

"Hmm... ngn... Tu, Tu Liang…"

He wrapped his legs around the man's waist, unable to resist the urge to exert force. His hand also grabbed onto the butcher's strong wrist, which was holding the sofa, and pulled it closer to his own body.

"... Yes, yes, I'm here."

The first time his name was called by his sweetheart, Tu Liang's bones almost went numb because of Kong Qiao's sweet voice. He responded repeatedly, and his eyes immediately noticed the pitiful and erect little peacock.

So Tu Liang's hand immediately followed suit, folding over Kong Qiao's soft and tender hand, holding onto the quivering little thing, and without saying a word, he started to move up and down.

His big hand not only completely covered the back of Kong Qiao's hand, but several fingertips also slipped into the gaps between his fingers, tightly holding onto the shaft, firmly grasping Kong Qiao's little brother in his hand.

The calluses accumulated from years of rough work are now playing their due role. Along with the kneading, rubbing, and heavy scraping, the skin of the erect little peacock stuck to Tu Liang's fingertips as if glued on, but as his fingers moved away, it reluctantly returned to its original place.

Just going back and forth like this repeatedly, it was clearly the same movement as his own, but Kong Qiao couldn't help but open his mouth slightly as he let out soft and blissful moans.

"Ah... ah ha…"

He barely used any force with his hand, completely letting the man guide him in fondling his own rod.

As the man pressed his massive organ against his buttocks, it gradually joined the same rhythm. Kong Qiao could feel the simultaneous thrusts from the front and back. He was repeatedly sandwiched in between. The scorching heat and limbs of the man made him feel weak and pliant, like melting under intense heat.

"Mn... ngn, It... It feels so good…"

Tu Liang's thrusting motions became increasingly forceful, and the pace from both sides quickened. Kong Qiao's hand clung tightly to the man's tense forearm as they drove along the bumpiest mountain road. He was being jostled around, while the intense heat that surged through his body almost set him ablaze, making his entire being flush with a deep red hue.

"Ah... so fast... too fast... ah…"

The moans that escaped his throat were disrupted and distorted, but the intermittent words that managed to escape only revealed faint glimpses of his thoughts, before being forcefully thrust back into his stomach, temporarily robbing him of the chance to voice them.

Only the intense heat remained, gathered in his lower body. With the man's thumb rubbing the tip, he couldn't bear the build-up of pleasure any longer. The desire to ejaculate rushed straight into his lower body. "Ah... Ahhh…"

Kong Qiao moaned in a daze of pleasure, while Tu Liang, entangled with this tender and fragrant beauty in his embrace, couldn't restrain his long-suppressed desire any longer.

He lifted his hips like a fierce dog and thrust forcefully dozens of times. Unable to wait any longer to bury himself in the body of the treasure he desired the most, he rubbed against Kong Qiao's thighs and suddenly ejaculated.

In the room, there was only the sound of heavy, intertwined, and labored breathing for a moment.

Kong Qiao was still catching his breath, lost in the euphoria of his release, while Tu Liang was already feeling vexed that his face turned red.

Fuck.

He has never been this fast before!

"You...you get up…"

Kong Qiao was tightly embraced by Tu Liang, so he was unable to see his expression. He only felt difficulty in breathing so he lightly pushed the man's chest.

But this push was misunderstood by Tu Liang.

He stubbornly stiffened his neck, refused to budge, and instead buried his head in Kong Qiao's neck.

"No, I can't get up."

Tu Liang sulked, with the scene of a disappointed little peacock chasing him out of the house popping up in his mind. However, he couldn't help but feel unwilling, so he grabbed Kong Qiao's hand and pressed it towards his lower body.

 "Ya!"

Kong Qiao touched the viscous liquid in his hand and exhaled softly, only to find that the big worm in his hand that had softened began to harden again in a few breaths.

"You, you!" Kong Qiao's eyes widened.

This person, how is this person hard again!? Is he…… in heat!?

"Give me another chance, Qiao Qiao."

Kong Qiao didn't understand what the man was saying at all. He just felt like this pitiful dog buried in his body was wagging its tail incessantly at him.

And this big dog's tongue also began to lick around him in a heavy and anxious manner.

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