Wheat Seedlings - Chapter 8

This year, the village had just sent out a batch of wheat, leaving the granary mostly empty, with only a few piles of freshly sun-dried wheat stacked inside.

Chen Li held Mai Miao with one arm while turning his back to close the door with the other. He pulled it shut a few times before sliding the wooden latch into place.

In the midst of his movements, the quilt slipped off. Chen Li tightened his grip on Mai Miao, dragging him a few steps forward. In the corner lay a reed mat—the granary was cooler than outside, and at noon, people occasionally sneaked in here to escape the heat.

Chen Li laid Mai Miao down on the mat.

Flecks of light seeped through the cracks in the earthen bricks, casting scattered rays inside. Mai Miao was left in nothing but a crumpled undershirt, his lower half still bare.

His face was flushed red, his lips slightly parted as if still lingering in the aftermath of stimulation, the corners of his eyes damp.

A few rustling sounds later, Chen Li stripped off his own clothes.

Panting softly, Mai Miao cautiously lifted his gaze and saw the sturdy, powerful frame of a man. As the trousers were yanked down, an imposing shaft sprang free.

Judging by its vigor, it didn't seem like it had just released moments ago. Even the sac beneath hung heavy, brimming with pent-up seed, ready to be sown into Mai Miao's fertile soil tonight.

The shadow loomed over him again, carrying an irresistible force and dominance. One hand rolled up Mai Miao's undershirt, making him raise his pale arms as Chen Li swiftly stripped him completely bare.

Now, Mai Miao lay naked on the reed mat.

Under Chen Li's scorching gaze, he didn't know whether it was shyness or something else—his fair thighs instinctively pressed together slightly on the mat. From between his legs, still bruised and mottled from earlier handling, a trickle of foreign seed quietly seeped out.

Pitiful yet enticing.

For a simple-minded fool, far too much had happened tonight. Mai Miao's slow-witted brain struggled to keep up, further muddled by his brother's relentless pounding.

He couldn't quite make sense of it all yet.

When the man looming over him lowered his head, Mai Miao squirmed and let out a couple of reluctant whimpers.

Chen Li was still riding high on arousal, and Mai Miao's soft, muffled moans were like pouring oil on fire—enough to strip him of his humanity, reducing him to nothing but a beast.

So, he buried his face again, gnawing at that fragrant neck.

Chen Li was addicted—licking wasn't enough. He had to suck, had to bite.

Mai Miao became like prey caught in a predator's jaws, a tender morsel trapped in Chen Li's mouth.

The bites left him tingling all over, a mix of pain and fear. His lips pursed in grievance as he weakly pushed at the man above him with his fists.

Chen Li's arousal only hardened further under Mai Miao's feeble, uncoordinated shoves.

But gradually, Mai Miao grew increasingly aware of the danger looming behind his neck. Tipping his head back, he let out a few choked sobs, outright refusing Chen Li again.

Noticing his resistance, Chen Li paused mid-bite, gritting his teeth before turning to grip Mai Miao's face with one hand.

Mai Miao stared back at him, tears clinging to his lashes, yet his expression remained stubborn.

Chen Li's dark eyes bore into him.

Mai Miao had no idea what he was doing he was merely following his feeble instincts, unwilling to let Chen Li bite him for no reason.

Chen Li's jaw tensed. His thumb dragged roughly over Mai Miao's sweat-slicked cheek as he pressed his forehead against the younger man's, exhaling hot breaths as if restraining something primal.

After a brief pause, Chen Li lowered his head, his tongue slipping into Mai Miao's mouth.

The two brothers finally embraced, their lips pressing and sucking, kissing until they were slick with moisture.

Mai Miao was still technically "ill," having just been thoroughly taken by Chen Li once already, which had eased his condition somewhat.

Now, stripped bare and pressed skin to skin against Chen Li, the heat quickly rose in him again--though he was slightly more lucid than during the initial onset of his illness, making him inexplicably more bashful.

Chen Li's kisses set his entire body aflame, yet he still squirmed awkwardly.

But Chen Li had already figured out Mai Miao's little quirks. Ignoring his feeble kicks, he trailed kisses from his lips down to his chest, then began licking at his small nipples as if nursing.

"Mm... ah..." Mai Miao bit his lip and whimpered under the suction, his bare legs sliding restlessly on the mat.

Chen Li couldn't get enough—his cock was painfully hard, shamelessly grinding against Mai Miao's pale belly, pressing into that tender pink shaft.

Mai Miao instinctively lowered his head, but in the dim light, he couldn't make out anything clearly.

Sensing his intention, Chen Li grabbed Mai Miao's slender wrist and guided it downward.

Mai Miao struggled, trying to pull his hand back, only for Chen Li to smack his ass. "You cried when I wouldn't let you touch. Now that I'm letting you, you're running away? Asking for punishment?"

Pulled flush against Chen Li's sturdy body, Mai Miao's hand was enveloped in that broad palm, guided past coarse pubic hair until his fingers brushed against the thick, rigid length.

The moment he touched it, Chen Li let out a rough groan, hot breath gusting between them.

Mai Miao's face pressed against that scorching chest as his fingers were coaxed around the erect shaft standing proudly between Chen Li's legs.

His fingers stroked up and down the burning flesh, intimately tracing its intimidating girth and length, the twitching muscles and bulging veins all flaunting its raw vitality and power.

In an instant, Mai Miao recalled everything he had just endured. Now he finally understood what Chen Li had thrust into his body.

He remembered remembered how it had pried him open, how it had carved through his flesh inch by inch, stretching him unbearably before pounding into him like a blazing iron rod.

As if determined to wreck him completely.

After a few strokes, Chen Li couldn't hold back any longer.

He released Mai Miao's hand and spread his legs apart.

Mai Miao's arms flailed at his sides, his breath coming in sharp gasps before his face twisted again, a short cry bursting from his lips "Ah...!"

This time, Chen Li showed no mercy. Resolved, he drove in without retreating.

Mai Miao's vision whited out as if he'd died and come back to life, his body jerking stiffly before collapsing onto the mat, his breathing ragged.

Chen Li gripped Mai Miao's waist, adjusting his angle. A seasoned hand, he found the right method—sinking in deeper than the first time with ease, leaving only the last stretch unburied.

Mai Miao knew he'd been "ambushed." His lips pressed tight, and without another thought, he let out a soft sob, tears welling up.

Chen Li wasn't planning to ravage him outright just yet. He moved slowly at first, working him open until slickness eased the way before sheathing himself fully, pressing his sac flush against those rounded cheeks.

Although it was only the second time, everything had already been smoothed out, yet Mai Miao was still sniffling and sobbing.

Chen Li had always been a man of tough temperament, with little patience for coaxing anyone. Even in bed, he preferred efficiency-—rough and straightforward, unwilling to waste words on sweet nothings.

Now, seeing Mai Miao's nose red from crying, he knew he shouldn't indulge him. Still, he pulled those slender arms around his own neck and asked, "What're you crying for?"

Mai Miao blinked through his tears, voice still hoarse. "It hurts..."

Chen Li kissed him slowly, one press at a time, while easing his movements.

After a while, he asked again, "Still hurts?"

"Mhm..."

The folded wheat stalks swayed unsteadily.

Another moment later, a deep male voice rumbled, "...Feels good?"

No answer came.

Then, heavy panting mingled with the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin.

In the blink of an eye, the two on the mat had shifted positions.

Mai Miao was lifted and seated atop Chen Li, bouncing up and down, eyes half-lidded, face tilted back as he gasped as if caught between pain and rapture.

From time to time, their faces pressed close, tongues tangling briefly before parting again.

Their bodies rocked violently.

Perhaps it was the presence of a partner, but in the past, Chen Li could go all night without satisfaction. Yet tonight, he reached his peak again and again.

He laid Mai Miao back onto the ground, pressing into that soft haven with relentless thrusts.

Mai Miao's face twisted, breath coming in ragged gasps as his hands clutched Chen Li's arms. Finally, at the last moment, amidst the fierce pounding, he felt a rush of warmth flood inside him, erupting along with the thick, pungent scent of gunpowder.

Yet Chen Li showed no sign of stopping. Gripping Mai Miao's waist, he continued driving into him ruthlessly before finally releasing with a few heavy exhales.

***

Dawn approached, the rooster's crow piercing the air.

Chen Li carried Mai Miao into the river.

He scrubbed every inch of Mai Miao's body meticulously before bringing him back to shore, drying him with his own clothes.

In the woods, Mai Miao sat curled under the shade of a tree. Before long, Chen Li returned.

Chen Li had gathered over a dozen wild fruits. He took a bite of each first—if it was sweet, he handed it to Mai Miao; if sour, he ate it himself.

Mai Miao, ravenous, devoured five or six in one go.

Chen Li chewed while watching him, his gaze unwavering, as if he could never get enough.

Mai Miao let out a satisfied burp and lay down.

Chen Li stretched out beside him, lazily fanning him with a large leaf.

Mai Miao, lost in some unspoken worry, turned away.

He didn't speak to his brother, barely even looked at him.

Chen Li didn't mind at all. After fanning him for a while, he leaned in and stole another kiss at the corner of Mai Miao's lips.

Mai Miao's "condition" had struck suddenly.

Truthfully, Chen Li only had a vague understanding of it.

He'd heard that when it flared up, it required at least a day or two of constant companionship—no separation allowed.

Not only did the body need relief, but the partner also had to breathe in their scent, or else the suffering would worsen. Without a man, one could only endure sometimes to the point of physical ruin.

The thought made Chen Li's chest tighten inexplicably.

He'd faced everything—blades, blood, death by the hundreds—yet never had he felt so uncertain.

Mai Miao slept until noon, likely restless again from the sweltering heat.

Chen Li, now more experienced, pulled him close and held him tight.

Mai Miao nuzzled against him with closed eyes, inhaling the man's scent at his neck, murmuring softly, “Ge..."

Chen Li waited until he was a little more awake before pinning Mai Miao beneath him again, kissing him while stripping off his clothes.

Mai Miao was still languid, as if intoxicated by that scent, far more pliant than the night before.

Chen Li didn't bother with any pretense he simply spread Mai Miao's legs apart.

Under the shimmering daylight, the tender bud had already risen, its tip glistening with pearly dew. The flower beneath, ravaged all night, remained swollen and flushed.

Only the seam had been pried open, the entrance slightly parted to reveal the delicate pink petals and the little bud within thoroughly ripened after being taken twice by Chen Li.

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