Hua Hua You Long - Volume 1 - Chapter 6.2

Pressing down on Jing’s shoulders, Lu Cang leaned his lips in with his jaws locked.
Their lips touched. The soft and subtle sensation accompanied a burst of warm, gentle fragrance that passed from Jing to Lu Cang. Lu Cang’s consciousness swayed slightly. He scrambled to withdraw his breath, warning himself not to grow soft-hearted.
Jing continued staring with those sparkling, gem-like eyes wide open, vaguely smiling at Lu Cang’s conflicted countenance. Yet he still artfully refused to open his mouth.
Lu Cang secretly gritted his teeth, then reached out his tongue, attempting to pry open this man’s cursed mouth.
But Jing still stubbornly held his ground, allowing Lu Cang to lick at his lips in frustration as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“I’m not playing anymore...” Having his embarrassing, voluntary kisses kept out by Jing, Lu Cang, in infinite irritation, decided to give up. But Jing suddenly opened his lips and entwined Lu Cang’s tongue with his own, naughtily playing with that slippery warmth, guiding Lu Cang deeper into his mouth...
“You...” Unable to defend against Jing’s high-skilled teasing, Lu Cang felt his knees let him down and begin to shake. The protest that was about to leave his mouth disappeared once again inside Jing’s nimbly manoeuvring tongue’s turning and stirring. He gradually weakened under Jing’s imposing vigour and was pressed onto the chair. Jing pushed him even further and slid between his legs, holding down Lu Cang as he fiercely robbed Lu Cang of the fluid in his mouth.
Lu Cang held his mouth open blankly, his face inflated red due to lack of oxygen, allowing Jing to mess around as he wished. One bitter flow after another passed into Lu Cang’s mouth from the two’s bound tongues, reminding him of the original purpose of this kiss. He had just wanted to get his antidote, that was all, and yet it resulted in this sexually-charged and prolonged kiss.
Sensing Jing’s body pressed against his own gradually heat up with the deepening of the kiss, Lu Cang grew slightly alarmed. He tried to twist away from Jing’s embrace, but Jing clasped onto him securely, refusing to let him move.
“It’s the last time...you won’t succumb to me just this once?” Jing loosened his hold a bit and gazed deeply into Lu Cang’s eyes, his voice so light it was barely audible.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Lu Cang somehow saw a flash of hurt in Jing’s eyes. After all, it was still an intimate relationship that continued for months; Lu Cang softened, and though he said nothing, he stopped struggling so violently.
How could someone as clever as Jing not notice the subtle change in Lu Cang’s behaviour? He pressed his lips onto Lu Cang’s once again and stole his hand adroitly inside Lu Cang’s clothes...
“Hng...” Lu Cang couldn’t help but let out a moan, his body, vulnerable to Jing’s hands, quivered underneath. His lean chest was provoked by Jing’s agile fingers again and again. The uncontrollable flood of heat gushed up straight from his abdomen. An unintentional shiver passed through his body.
Sensing Lu Cang’s response, Jing worked even harder to stimulate his partner’s aroused nerves. His tongue curled up onto the roof of Lu Cang’s mouth, flitting over that sensitive, thin wall.  Meanwhile to the side, his hand peeled off the robes that had fallen off Lu Cang’s shoulder.
Lu Cang had been kissed and caressed to the point of having his senses flipped upside down. His body was sapped of energy as he leaned back into Jing’s arms; once again, he had completely lost the will to resist.
Jing’s sharp nails dug hard into Lu Cang’s smooth back. “Ah...” Lu Cang, intoxicated in the sexual thrill, abruptly felt the pain and let out a startled scream. 
“Are you mad?!” He glared furiously at the grinning Jing. However, the passion just a moment before had brought tears to Lu Cang’s eyes and flushed his cheeks. Though he now wore an expression of anger, it only brought out his alluring charm even more, much to his disadvantage.
“Someone who reacts like this to my kiss still dares to pretend he wholeheartedly wants to leave me?” A suspicious smile hung upon Jing’s lips. One hand all of a sudden pressed onto Lu Cang’s lower half, which had grown tight, and gave a hard squeeze. As expected, Lu Cang let out a shrill scream.
Lu Cang could also guess what he looked like about right now. His hair had been pulled loose by Jing during the previous make out session, and the long strands fell disorganised behind him. His upper body had been stripped of clothing and his robe hung at his waist, his exposed, naked, upper half speckled by Jing’s kiss marks and finger marks. The worst of it was that his thin trousers could not conceal his obvious desire. Lu Cang was completely incapable of pretending he didn’t want Jing.
Lu Cang hung his head. It was true. He couldn’t resist Jing when it came to sexual play, and yet his heart stubbornly refused to drown in the lofty, careless life Jing offered up. A thread-like light of resolve flickered across the pair of eyes blurred by desire.
“It’s the last time...be a bit more docile, alright?” Jing leaned in and whispered in his ear, seeming to have seen through his thoughts.
Lu Cang also had the same trait men shared by all men, which was vulnerability to placid words and gentle persuasion. Softened, he began to be swayed once again. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t attracted to Jing, and with the impending farewell, Lu Cang was much less resistive to the whole “getting into bed with Jing” predicament.
Of course, Jing also knew how to take advantage of the situation. With a single lift, he hoisted Lu Cang up from the chair to a full bridal carry and took large strides towards the bed.
And of course, Lu Cang knew what he was about to do. Leaning in Jing’s arms, his afflicted heart rushed back and forth, debating whether or not he should go forth with this farewell love-making with Jing. Meanwhile, he failed to notice how intimate the two of them were at this very moment. 
Carefully setting Lu Cang down on the bed that was a wide expanse of silken embroidery, Jing didn’t throw himself onto Lu Cang immediately like usual, but instead sat by the bed, silently watching Lu Cang for a few moments.
Lu Cang lay there quietly (a rare phenomenon), returning Jing’s gaze. Under the flickering candlelight, Jing’s hair was silk and his starry eyes were water, so bewitching that Lu Cang could not pull his eyes away.
“......” Jing sighed soundlessly, then spontaneously leaned down. Lu Cang thought he was going to kiss his lips and hurriedly turned his head to the side, but instead felt that pair of soft lips falling on his neck.
The moist lips trailed down to his chest and loitered, not taking leave for a long time. Lu Cang pressed down on Jing’s head buried in his chest, gazing straight at the exquisite embroidery on the bed curtains.
“Ah...” Jing’s tongue agilely curled upon his nipple, once in a while giving a light nip with the teeth. It was as if there was a burning torch inside Lu Cang’s body. He shifted impatiently, an uncontrollable moan spilling over his lips.
Jing seemed to be bent on deepening the torture. He refused to touch the place where Lu Cang most lusted after his fingers, his hands roving over the arms, the abdomen, and the inner thigh. Somehow completely nude since who knows when, he lay down on top of Lu Cang and moved lightly, rubbing against Lu Cang’s excited desire.
This kind of torture stretched on for what seemed like eternity, consisting of Jing’s caresses and kisses. He had pretty much kissed every inch of Lu Cang’s skin, yet still pretended not to notice the erection, only wanting to carry on with this agonising foreplay to infinity.
“How long, exactly, are you going to drag this on...” Lu Cang felt as if his whole body was on fire. All his blood was pretty much gathered in that dizzy head of his. He didn’t know how to think anymore, and only knew that his desire had been boiled up to the highest extremity.
“Can’t take it anymore?” Jing began to smile, but nevertheless ignored him, even when his own desire also stood upright between his legs, rubbing lightly against Lu Cang’s.
“You’re an evil pig...” Clinging onto the body with durable muscles which weren’t obvious to the eye, Lu Cang felt the sweat roll down his sides, seeping into the pure silk bed sheets.

Jing was also a sight of dripping sweat. He made great efforts to control his own breathing, attempting to prolong foreplay to its furthest point. The moment he could no longer endure, he abruptly bit hard into Lu Cang’s shoulder. Lu Cang, who huffing unsteady breaths, didn’t even have the energy for an exclamation, letting out only a dull “hngh...”
“Raise your legs...” The sound of Jing’s voice had a certain, subdued, erotic ring. Lu Cang’s body trembled slightly and obediently opened his legs.
“...Put them around my waist...” Jing demanded greedily as he watched Lu Cang’s face swell crimson.
“It’s the last...” Knowing that Jing was about to say that overused excuse again, Lu Cang stopped him with a glare, yet still lifted his two legs and circle them around Jing’s waist despite the embarrassment it caused him.
It’s the last time. Such shameful actions seemed to become justified under the cover of this phrase...
“Hngh...” When Jing entered him, Lu Cang still quivered in pain. Jing was prolonging the foreplay on purpose; even the entrance became slower than usual. That thick erection was pushed into Lu Cang’s body bit by bit, and Jing had even swelled up larger and hotter than usual.
It was difficult to bear for Lu Cang, fingernails digging deep into Jing’s back as his insides endured an invasion beyond its capacity. The legs wrapped around Jing shook uncontrollably. This agony was truly endless. Lu Cang tried his hardest to control the urge to puke as he allowed Jing to slowly enter his body.
Feeling the hot tip pushed up to the deepest part of his body, Lu Cang was nevertheless too afraid to take a big breath. His deep insides were sensitive and soft, no match for Jing’s hard rod. Even when Jing wasn’t moving, they began to waver, bringing bouts of pain mixed with indescribable excitement.
“Your insides are so hot...so tight...” Jing also wore an expression of frowning agony a he felt Lu Cang’s insides pulsate. Even if he wasn’t moving, there was still constant stimulation that passed over his rod.
“You...deserve to die...” Lu Cang could only manage to squeeze out a sound from his throat, not really knowing what nonsense he was sputing in the first place. “Quickly, end it...” He shut his eyes, once again on the verge of tears. He held them back at the last minute and avoided humiliating himself again.
Jing suddenly felt his heart ache a little at the sight of Lu Cang sweating in pain, but of course, he wouldn’t give up this rare opportunity, what with Lu Cang being so obedient and all. After much afflicted reconsideration, he began to move without a sound.
“Ah...ah...” With their parting at hand, Lu Cang let himself become crazier, no longer concealing his desire but instead following Jing’s every thrust and releasing his voice. His body, soaked in sweat, seemed to be rising and falling intensely on the crest of a wave.
Jing’s attacking stamina was scary. Lu Cang’s inner channel couldn’t take Jing’s nonstop swelling and expanding, and contracted. But it was completely unable to expel this large, foreign object, and could only light gust after gust of blazing, painful, seizures.
“Ah...ah...you...you...” Lu Cang couldn’t endure this kind of torture anymore and began to cry out in insanity. However, Jing held onto him with a death grip, letting Lu Cang wipe all his tears on his chest while continuing the rhythmic, upward thrusts. The two were tightly stuck together from head to heel, especially the lower body, where Lu Cang’s stimulated body fluids glued them together firmly.
“Don’t loosen your legs...” sensing Lu Cang loosening his legs and letting them fall to the side, Jing warned him in a low voice, meanwhile pushing even deeper into this captivating body.
Outside, the moon had already risen to its peak. The cold moon shone in from the window onto the two’s passionate entanglement, and even the icy moonlight seemed to grow fiery. The whole of the room permeated with the colours of spring[1]. Even the lotus flower embroidered on the screen in the room hid its pinkish face in embarrassment.
“...Ah...” Jing let out a low sound out of the blue, then swore an unimaginably vulgar curse word. Lu Cang stopped short. A gush of feverish heat burst forth from Jing, filling up his insides. Lu Cang immediately became tongue-tied, fight for words.
“You—!” Pulled back to his senses with much struggle and just when he wanted to release his anger, Jing covered his mouth.
“Good Lu Cang, it’s the last time...can’t you be obedient just this once...” It was still the same four words, yet they once again successfully mollified Lu Cang.
That’s right, it was the last time. Just take it as a dog bit you, Lu Cang consoled himself, though there was an emotion he couldn’t put a finger on that gushed up woefully, rendering him unable to speak for a while.
......
But a second later, he regretted being so submissive.
“Do you have a fucking limit?!” Lu Cang shouted in irritation as he clenched his fists. It times that he had been pressed beneath Jing had become countless.
Jing ignored him, doing intense bed work the way he liked. This time they were using the down-facing position, which was especially humiliating for Lu Cang. It was no wonder that he was protesting so loudly.
Lu Cang was furious, but was stuck and couldn’t move. His arms supporting his body shook dangerously, so he just decided to hold himself up with his head pushed up against the bed. He covered his ears, hoping to block off the sounds of that perverted Jing’s lower abdomen striking against his own butt.
The hole to his back chamber had grown numb with pain and the muscles inside had long since loosened up enough to hold in Jing’s coarseness. Without the physical agony, the stimulation was like a wildfire on a dry savannah. He had already lost count of how many times he climaxed, only knowing that he bordered on madness.
“Will you miss me in the future?” Lu Cang had already been fucked so hard he had no strength left to speak, but Jing didn’t have mercy on him. Instead, he asked some very provocative questions.
“Miss...miss you, like hell!” Lu Cang gathered up all the strength in his body to muster a response. He was panting so hard he could barely hang on.
“You’re already spent?” Jing continued to taunt him.
For some reason, Lu Cang was suddenly ticked off. “I’m done...” He struggled to flip around, but because Jing was on top of him, only succeeded in turning awkwardly onto his side. He could only prop himself up with his arms and crawl away, attempting to pull himself out from under Jing.
How could Jing allow him to escape? A strong arm caught him by the waist. One hand twisted his erection, and Lu Cang grew limp and powerless at once. Jing took advantage of this and thrust himself back inside aggressively.
The side position put Lu Cang in so much pain his sense of sight fell to blackness. Jing still continued to thrust in and out without any hint of developing compassion or mercy. The ceaseless arousal accompanied by acute aching tossed and tumbled upwards. Lu Cang’s eyes rolled back, his physical energy at last drained dry, and fainted on the spot...
Who knew how long later, Lu Cang finally regained consciousness.
The single light in the room was the size of a bean. The only thing left was a body covered in bruises, frightful to his eye. The sheets were kneaded into a messy muddle. The entire room was wreathed in the smell of too much love-making—yet Jing had long since gone off somewhere unknown to him...
Jing came without explanation and left without explanation. Although his disappearance was what he had been praying for day and night, Lu Cang had the empty sensation of something having been whirled away. Melancholy flooded his heart and spirit...

[1] Spring- here, spring is euphemistic for sexual atmosphere.