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No one knew how that kiss happened, who got close to whom, and who seduced whom first. There was a slight temperature difference as their lips met. Yang Xuan's was cool and dry, Tang Junhe's hot and moist. This subtle contrast quickly faded in the heat between the two’s intertwining lips and tongues.
Yang Xuan felt the softness of his younger brother's lips, and it was as if he was helplessly and obediently letting him do whatever he wanted. Everything was driven by instinct. The tip of Yang Xuan's tongue pried opened Tang Junhe's lips, slipped between his teeth, and penetrated his hot and humid mouth. The tips of their tongues met and pulled back softly, before quickly entangling together. Their breath flowed back and forth, caught between inhale and exhale, unable to escape.
Yang Xuan's hand moved from his knee to embrace his brother's body that was about to collapse. He felt the helpless tongue jerk in response, and two arms stretched out to hook his neck, making Yang Xuan bow his head and deepen the kiss.
Tang Junhe's nerves were numb and there was a loud buzzing sounding in his head, and only after a while did he realize what they were doing. He and his Yang Xuan-gege, they were kissing! He responded awkwardly to the kiss. As long as Yang Xuan taught him, he would learn everything, licking, biting, entangling their tongues... The kiss was so deep that he forgot how to breathe. Almost suffocating from hypoxia, his heartbeat resounded on his eardrums like thunder.
Outside the window, fireworks rose into the night sky one after another, and then exploded above their heads.
The New Year is here.
Lips and tongue separated, connected by a silk thread as they pulled out. Yang Xuan's thumb rubbed Tang Junhe's wet and soft lips, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Have you learned?"
Tang Junhe's eyes were a little out of focus, and he looked up at him panting. He took the initiative to move closer to Yang Xuan, wanting to continue the kiss, but was stopped with a pinch on his chin. Yang Xuan's eyes remained clear: "I’m only teaching once."
"But I haven't learned yet." Tang Junhe looked at him, the desire in his eyes was undisguised, straightforward and naked, "Ge..." He swallowed, his slightly protruding Adam's apple slid up and down, and his voice was soft and tempting, "I'm 17 years old, we can do something else..." He said, reaching out to touch Yang Xuan's lower body. He felt his brother's reaction; it was as hard as his own, "Ge, I still remember what you taught me last time..."
Yang Xuan looked at Tang Junhe. The two lips, opening and closing, were blood red. They were like ripe cherries, glowing with moisture, sweet and soft. These crimson lips that he’d just tasted were as innocent and alluring as those black onyx eyes. He heard his brother say, "Did you teach me... because you want me to use it on others?"
His mind was clamoring for him to stop, but lust cannot be controlled by logic. His desire flared wildly, burning away all reason.
"Use it on who?" Yang Xuan slipped his hand into his pajamas, looked at him and asked.
Another firework exploded, shining a bright light on their faces, and Yang Xuan saw his brother's cheeks, flushed as red as Eden’s apple. Overripe apples hung precariously from the tree branches. At any moment, they would fall.
He pulled his brother's pajamas over his head, threw them aside, and pinned him down onto the rug. Their hard bones collided with a dull sound.
It was an impulsive and youthful first experience, even the foreplay was forgotten by them. When entering, Tang Junhe's body trembled slightly because of tension, and he felt a heart-piercing pain. His throat instinctively cried out: "Ge, it hurts…”
Yang Xuan's movements paused, and his rationality returned slightly. He realized that such a rough entry wouldn’t work. He tried pushing in a finger, but the narrow entrance was tightly closed, refusing any intrusion.
"Ge, it seems there’s something that needs to be squeezed in..." Tang Junhe pressed his red face against the carpet, and advised, "Lubricant..."
Lubricant? Where can they get lubricant? Yang Xuan thought for a while and asked, "Don't you have face cream? Would that work?"
Tang Junhe ran to his room naked, brought the face cream to Yang Xuan, and layed down on the carpet voluntarily.
"How do you know to use this?" Yang Xuan knelt beside his younger brother, restraining his body's and asked, "Did you search it up on the computer?"
Tang Junhe's face turned red again: "How do you know..."
"I'm your Ge," Yang Xuan just said, then patted his waist and urged, "Let's discuss how to do it first."
"Apply it on your hands..." He only said one sentence, and Yang Xuan understood. The fingers covered with cream entered the opening with difficulty. The tight and hot, humid inner wall fluttered in discomfort, squeezing him tightly.
He didn’t know if he had loosened it enough. Yang Xuan pressed his hot and hard cock against the ever-shrinking acupuncture point, and tried to squeeze in again.
Tang Junhe felt fear and anticipation. He was mentally prepared to be broken into by Yang Xuan, but his body pushed him out involuntarily. Before he was penetrated fully, the tearing pain made him tremble all over. He bit his lower lip tightly, trying not to make a sound or move away. He wanted his brother to enter his body, no matter how great the pain was, he couldn't stop.
Yang Xuan looked at Tang Junhe who was lying under him. His body was glowing in the moonlight, and the two butterfly bones trembled slightly because of tension, like wings that would break out of their chrysalis at any time. He slowly and firmly pushed himself into the body below him, and as soon as the head went in, Tang Junhe groaned in pain.
"It hurts?" Yang Xuan asked, looking at him with sweat dripping from his forehead.
"A little bit..." Tang Junhe tried his best to suppress the quivering in his voice, "Ge, how far in is it?"
"I’ve gone in a little." Yang Xuan looked down at the part where they connected, and the area around the hole's mouth had been stretched rosy and smooth. He wrapped his arms around Tang Junhe's waist, lifted him a little, and then gently moved his waist forward. It was moist and warm inside. Yang Xuan tried to move, "It’s about to go in," he leaned down and kissed his brother's sweaty forehead, "Relax."
"How far is it?" Tang Junhe will look back in pain in a while, "Ge, kiss me..."
Before he finished speaking, Yang Xuan slammed in, and Tang Junhe felt pain all over his body. His tears overflowed. "It's too big," he sobbed softly, “Ge, slow down..."
Yang Xuan hugged the sweaty Tang Junhe in his arms, turned his face and touched his lips: "It’s in."
"It’s all in?" Tang Junhe asked, crying.
"Yes, it’s all in." Yang Xuan reached out to rub his hair, "Does it still hurt?"
Tang Junhe said with tears in his eyes: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it won't hurt if you go all in."
Yang Xuan withdrew the sexual organ from his body a little bit, and then pushed hard again. Tang Junhe groaned, and asked in a crying voice, "Didn't it go all in?"
"I lied," Yang Xuan chuckled in his ear, "Now it’s in."
"Really?" Tang Junhe struggled and tried to look back.
Yang Xuan felt a little hurt from being squeezed by him, and fixed his upper body with his arms to prevent him from moving. He held Tang Junhe's hand and led him to touch the part where they were connected.
"It really went all in." Tang Junhe groped and choked up.
The small body was stretched open by the huge genitals. Before Tang Junhe had a chance to recover, Yang Xuan held his waist and began to move. The psychological pleasure was far greater than the physical one. Tang Junhe catered to Yang Xuan's unhurried pounding with unbearable pain, and every groan had a painful ending.
"Ge," he turned to look at Yang Xuan, begging pitifully with tears in his eyes, "kiss me, you kiss me..."
Yang Xuan lowered his head to kiss him and licked his lips, but his lower body was hitting him mercilessly. The young man, driven by the beastly nature in his body, struggled to control the strength and frequency of thrusting, but the hot and humid inner wall swallowed tightly. Yang Xuan bit him, forcing back his calm and self-sufficient reason.
"Ah..." Tang Junhe, who was pushed in a sensitive spot, trembled all over his body, and almost screamed out. A tinge of pleasure suddenly mixed with the overwhelming pain, like a bright white lightning flashing across the dark night, momentarily knocking him out of consciousness.
"Ge, gege..." The intense pleasure made him feel a burst of fear, as if he would faint and die at any moment, his moans were broken and helpless, and he stretched out his hand to grab Yang Xuan's arm, "Ge, I, I'm afraid ..."
Yang Xuan didn't slow down, instead, he ignored his pleas and charged into his body more fiercely. "Don't be afraid," Yang Xuan's deep voice was mixed with a trace of imperceptible emotion, and he said close to Tang Junhe's ear, "Gege is here."
Tang Junhe stopped talking. He held Yang Xuan's strong forearm with protruding veins, and moaned softly following the collision in his body. In a trance, he saw on Yang Xuan's calloused palm a small, very round wound, with bright red tender flesh at the center, and burn marks on the edges. Perhaps because it had just been soaked in water, it was still bleeding slightly at the moment.
Tang Junhe leaned over almost unconsciously, stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the burn, and tasted the slightly fishy blood overflowing there. Yang Xuan only felt his palms being licked. He looked down at Tang Junhe. His younger brother was sticking out his bright red tongue, licking the place burned by the cigarette butt like a cat. The tip of his tongue and lips were stained with blood, and his whole body exuded a hint of submission and obsequiousness.
Yang Xuan was slightly absent-minded, and stretched out his hand to grab Tang Junhe's trembling penis, comforting him. He bent down and kissed him, as if he wanted to devour him into his stomach. The blood stains on his lips and the broken moans were swallowed, and the lower body slammed mercilessly, pushing hard into the deepest part of Tang Junhe's body.
"Ah...ge..." Tang Junhe moaned in tears. His entrance contracted suddenly and violently, and with a shudder, he came in Yang Xuan's hand, and the rest of the scorching liquid splashed onto his own chest.
Their sweaty bodies rubbed together, and Yang Xuan tightened his arms, bounding the almost out of breath Tang Junhe, as if he wanted to embed him into his own body. Accompanied by a burst of rapid thrusting, he frowned slightly, and shot into Tang Junhe.
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Translator Notes:
Hi there! A message from me to you: I have zero knowledge of Chinese apart from a slight obsession with danmei, so I’m working directly from the MTL, tweaking it a bit to make it less awkward of a read. Naturally because of this, this will be a pretty mediocre translation. I’m more or less trying to keep a similar tone to Reimei’s translation so far, but since there wasn’t anything so graphic in the earlier chapters, there’s quite a bit I’m unsure of whether to adjust or not (like how MTL translates it to “acupuncture point”). If anyone has suggestions, advice, or critique, please feel free to reach out. Even if there aren't any special words, knowing that people read this might give me a bit of motivation to keep this project going.
I'm reading the novel as I edit, so I'm not sure about how the novel will progress, but if you're here you know how interesting of a story it is. I believe there's also a webtoon which seems somewhat popular, but I personally am left clutching onto the webnovel instead. I send twelve little planes your way; I hope you enjoy the novel and please consider supporting the author if you can.