Wheat Seedlings - Chapter 33

Mai Miao Parallel Side Story (14) - Part 1

"You... sick again?"

Chen Li didn't answer, his dark eyes swirling with something usually well-hidden.

Miaomiao fell silent, not daring to speak.

Soon, the man leaned down, pinning him to the bed.

In those times, even kissing was a secret indulgence.

Here, tongues became another instrument of pleasure, exploring, teasing, drawing out gasps.

Tangled together, their breaths grew ragged, urgency mounting.

Then, abruptly, the man knelt up on the bed.

His body felt as if set aflame, the unbearable heat making him raise his arms to tear off his clothes.

Mai Miao unconsciously held his breath.

His eyes seemed glued to Chen Li's body, unable to look away.

Last night, with the lights off, he hadn't been able to see clearly. But now, under the glow of the lamplight, he finally saw what his man truly looked like without clothes.

Chen Li's skin was a deep, sun-bronzed hue, darkened by years of exposure. His body was the classic inverted triangle—broad shoulders, narrow waist, and well-defined pectorals leading down to six chiseled abs.

Over a decade of military life had left indelible marks on this body, each scar a warrior's adornment, proof of the ferocity and strength ingrained in his bones.

Had anyone told Mai Miao, he would have known that the word "sexy" was the most fitting description for Chen Li at this moment. Just the sight alone made his body heat up, even before Chen Li had laid a hand on him.

Chen Li moved closer, lowering himself like a panther. The predatory aura made Mai Miao instinctively sense danger, yet he couldn't help but lean toward it.

Chen Li pulled him into an embrace, kissing him with tenderness laced with desire. The moment they parted, the young man's gaze involuntarily drifted downward.

Chen Li was already hard beneath his pants, the fabric tenting obscenely.

"Want to see?" The raspy voice whispered in his ear, accompanied by a warm breath.

Beyond the scent of soap and pheromones, Chen Li carried a faint, distinct musk of his own.

Mai Miao's cheeks flushed pink, the lingering innocence in his features now tinged with a hint of arousal.

As Chen Li stripped off his pants, he also tugged Mai Miao's clothes aside slightly, letting his hardened length brush against the younger man's soft, pale stomach a few times.

In the dim light, Mai Miao first caught sight of the thick, curly pubic hair, from which emerged a smooth, rounded tip—like an egg nestled in dark foliage—followed by a thick, veined shaft. Lower still, between the man's powerful thighs, hung two heavy sacs, darker than the surrounding skin, wrinkled and weighted.

Now, he finally understood what had been slapping against his backside last night when Chen Li had been thrusting into him.

Chen Li kissed Mai Miao's lips and cheeks. "Still hurting?"

His voice was deep, scorching his ears.

Mai Miao's throat bobbed. The kisses had left his entire body burning. Gazing into those captivating eyes, he first shook his head, then hesitated and murmured, "...Miao Miao hurts."

Chen Li stared down at the person beneath him, his gaze burning. He leaned down once more.

His broad palms, like heated charcoal, tugged at the young man's white undershirt, rolling it up to his collarbones.

Mai Miao's chest was flat, but after some time being cared for, it had gained a little flesh. His skin was pale, as if he had never seen much sunlight, and under the yellow lamplight, it seemed to glow with a faint pink hue.

His nipples were small, but the areolas were unexpectedly dark. The moment the man's hands kneaded them, both nipples stiffened with blood, like two little red beans.

Chen Li buried his face against one, licking with his tongue while pinching the other.

"Mm..." Mai Miao's hands clutched the pillow at his sides, his body squirming like a stranded fish. Whenever he was aroused, his neck emitted an even sweeter fragrance.

The scent drove Chen Li wild. He eagerly sucked on one nipple, making wet, noisy sounds, while his other hand roughly tugged at the young man's shorts, stripping them off and tossing them onto the bed.

Despite having already experienced intimacy once, Mai Miao had grown even shyer. He squeezed his thighs together, even attempting to cover himself with his hands, but Chen Li stopped him.

Chen Li often revealed his innate dominance in subtle ways. Shifting lower, he brushed aside Mai Miao's hands and, under those wide eyes, brought his face close to the white underwear.

The man exhaled against the inner thighs, catching a faint, musky scent. His dark gaze fixed ahead as he opened his mouth, taking the small bulge beneath the fabric into his mouth.

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