Every Meal - Chapter 28: Carry Me Over
Translator: Deyonna
In front of the bathroom sink, a crystal clear mirror is currently reflecting two naked bodies.
One of them, with their back facing the mirror, has a tender and delicate white back. That back is so white, soft, and thin like an ice cream that has been licked by someone layer by layer. The butterfly-shaped bones in the back protruded, and the dimples of Venus above his gluteal cleft created an enticing curve.
As the cake bounced up and down, and a steady stream of delicate droplets rolled the sheer snowy top, it slid all the way down to the two ice cream balls below, taking on the color of milk.
Just like the snowy top, the two ice cream balls that are together are round and smooth. They should have been a delicate dessert, tempting to the eye and not to be played with. However, at this moment, they are being rudely penetrated by a spoon handle like a hungry wolf, desperately pounding the sugar core inside.
This spoon handle has almost entirely disappeared into the milk balls.
It stirs and balls, trying to melt all the semi-frozen ice cream and turn it into sweeter syrup for it to take and demand.
In fact, it's almost successful.
The rough and hard steel spoon, carrying an almost blazing temperature, is pounding between the soft ice cream balls. Every time it reaches a spot, it will pause for a while, as if waiting for the heat on the rod to melt the sugar granules, wet it, before reluctantly leaving to scrape and search for the next spot to pound and stir again.
Back and forth, up and down.
After a while, the two ice cream balls were covered with sugar syrup that had seeped out from the inside, blending with the sticky water on the spoon handle, and stirring it into a thicker, frothy sugar frosting.
Tu Liang raised his eyes and stared at the scene in the mirror.
At this moment, he could even clearly see the obscene details of their connection, hairs, body fluids, skin, creases…
Black stained with white bronze collided with soft snow, two threads with different pasts intertwined at this moment. Tu Liang vaguely remembered what the little peacock looked like the first time he saw him.
At that time, he was not yet a butcher but worked in a nearby fast-food restaurant. In order to get his overdue wages, Tu Liang had several conflicts with the owner, so he no longer wanted to continue working there.
He feels that this city is quite boring. Many people here are willing to sacrifice their humanity for money, burying their heads in their obsession with wealth every day.
Tu Liang rarely saw any traces of young people living their lives in the city. Everyone seemed to be working tirelessly, sacrificing their time and energy to survive. At that moment, he had already started contemplating leaving this seemingly devouring city, but he stumbled upon a lively and adorable person, like a little peacock.
"Hello, one bowl of red braised pork belly!"
Through the glass, Tu Liang heard the boy's cheerful voice, so he scooped a large spoonful of meat for him without looking up.
Anyway, it was the owner's money, so he was indifferent about it. But unexpectedly, he received a delicate and charming exclamation of delight from the person taking the order and a big, beaming smile.
"Wow! Thank you!"
The boy in the lemon-yellow shirt had a fresh and tender face. Seeing the generous pieces of meat in the bowl, a delighted expression appeared on his face. He even sent a playful thank you to the service worker behind the glass who was serving food with his head down and mask on, "Big brother, you're so nice! May a good person like you be blessed with peace and happiness!"
From that day on, Tu Liang began to notice this bright color.
He began to realize that as long as one is willing, they can make colorful flowers bloom even in the dull concrete and steel.
He is that dull concrete, but he can't help longing for the fragrance of flowers.
What the boy said was a mistake. He had nothing to do with being a good person. He was just a pervert with lewd thoughts in his heart.
Every day, he gazed at the dazzling, sweet, tender flower that grew in a world different from his own, smelling the unconsciously seductive fragrance it emitted, following it with his eyes, and longing in his heart.
And now, he is fortunate enough to touch this flower.
Tu Liang knew that he grew from the lowest soil. He only used to dare to look at the beautiful flowers blooming in the dew from afar but did not dare to touch them. He only dared to secretly fantasize in the dark bottom of his heart about dirtying the petals with his body of soil.
But when he got really close, he was somewhat reluctant to dirty the flower.
This is his treasure, and he's afraid of ruining it.
So he could only gently hold up the flower's stalk, then tentatively kiss, touch, lick, bite, and give all his heat, letting the little flower decide how to treat him.
"Nng... Nng haa…"
Kong Qiao sat on the countertop, feeling like he was about to fall apart.
The man's thrusting seemed endless, drilling into his body again and again. Each time was so heavy and so deep that it numbed his limbs and weakened his bones. Only the part where the two of them were connected barely supported him, but due to the shaking of his body and the wetness of the body fluids, he kept slipping on the marble counter heated by their bodies.
"C-can't take it anymore……"
He raised his neck, his arms loosely draped over Tu Liang's shoulder. He scratched the man with his fingertips. "Can't do it here anymore…"
Kong Qiao regretted his foolish actions today once again. If he hadn't locked the bedroom door, he should have been making love with the man in front of him on his two-meter-long soft bed by now. But at this moment, he could only wrong himself, pitifully being taken on the hard stone counter.
"Let's go to the sofa?"
Tu Liang slowed down his movements and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Mn... Nng…"
Kong Qiao nodded, his eyes blurred. "Carry me over."
Tu Liang looked at the peachy, watery face in front of him, his throat rolled uncontrollably, but he could only utter one word, "Okay."
With that, he lifted the little peacock's buttocks, intending to pull out and carry him over.
But unexpectedly, the back of his neck and the side of his waist were hooked by the boy's arms and legs at the same time.
"Just... like this."
Kong Qiao was panting lightly, lifting his eyelids, and said to him in a bewitching manner that Tu Liang had never seen before, "Carry me over, just like this."
Thank you. It's nice story.
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ReplyDeleteThank you for the update! KQ is so cute 😊
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