JIANG WUXIAN ( On Hold)

chapter 5

Jiang Ying feels a cold breeze around his lower half, looks down, and his heart just about stops.

Jiang Ying's lower half is a smooth, pale white, and his long, thin legs. Lan Zhan holds down his feet, and, following the art in the erotica, reaches his right hand towards the tight pink spot between two lily-white cheeks.

jiang Ying's entire lower half is caught tight, unable to escape even when his private areas are touched. Lan Zhan rubs two fingers on the pink spot. 

jiang Ying gives a full-body shudder, the youth keeping him trapped has clouded eyes, tightly pressed lips, and a right hand that patiently massages his secret place, slowly increasing in strength until the spot begins to loosen, slowly becoming a small, pinkish hole, shyly taking in a thin white finger.

jiang Ying lets out a quiet moan, it felt weird since his body wasn't used to it . 

Lan Zhan's almost entirely atop him by now. Their lower bodies are pressed close, obviously in the process of insertion. Feeling a foreign body entering his own bit by bit, jiang Ying's legs curl closed in the waves of discomfort, but but the binds on his hands tighten, restricting his movements. He can only loudly thud his head against the floor in distress. Lan Zhan cradles his head, and fully enters him. Lan Zhan just as impatient as their first time in the future.

Earlier on the pink spot could barely take one finger, and now it's forced to accept the warm, hard object, the wrinkles on its side previously there is also stretched flat. Lan Zhan, following the art on the erotica, starts to move, slowly.

jiang Ying lets out small, breathy exhalations.

A thought popped into jiang Ying's head :'How is he so big even at this age!'

He lies in the middle of scattered books, wrists useless, tied and pinned above his head, his red hair ribbon gone. Messy black hair, unfocused eyes, wet lashes, unshed tears clinging to their edges. Lan Zhan, after a round of thrusting, seems to think his legs aren't spread wide enough, and so lifts one ankle onto a shoulder, but it doesn't stay there with his aggressive ministrations; it slips down, coming to a rest at his hips. 

jiang Ying's leg is quivering, as though he, too, is being driven crazy by the rapid thrusts of the large, burning object going in and out of him. He grips onto Lan Zhan's shoulders, completely forgetting of where and when he is, and no hope of remembering. This madness is the gift that the youth inside him grants.

He's being fucked red and raw and shivering by the oh so proper and rule following Lan Zhan.

 jiangYing wants more, more, better if the little Lan Zhan went harder, faster, fuck him till he's screaming for release.

Just then, Lan Zhan switches positions after the first round —

lan zhan is picking up his thighs and placing them on his shoulders, he settles into the angle and is about to start up again, when the soft curve jiang Ying's body has been forced into gave him a clear view of what's happening between his butt-cheeks.

The clean, pinkish spot from earlier has been rubbed raw by Lan Zhan's sex, seeming to throb pitifully. The thick and hot rod is still going in and out, dripping a vicious white, a thread of blackish red, and a clear, unidentifiable liquid, all smearing together into a mess at the point where the two youths connect. He himself is already hard, with several drops of white liquid.

Managing to free himself and flip Lan Zhan over, and on his knees, skillfully creating a alluring image.

Though having been pressed onto the floor and roughly fucked by Lan Zhan for a good long while, there's not much strength in his limbs, joints wobbly, slumping to the ground. In such a position, his butt is in the air, white liquid and red blood flowing from his hole down his legs.