Heal These Battle Scars | MxM

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Let Us Mend Open Wounds (Part 02)

Xiao Fang couldn't phantom the idea of making love. At least, not at a time when his lover was in distress. Yet, when Wang Yi's fingertips ghosted over his lips, his eyes fluttered close, leaning against the touch.

"Yi," his whispered words came out breathless. "You're not thinking straight... You cannot cover up the hurt you feel inside with.... With.... Love making."

Yi had told him he would not harm himself — he told him he had not lost himself. Pain still lingered in his lover's eyes, though.

"Please," Yi begged, slithering his fingers in Xiao Fang's hair. "I need this, Fang-ge."

"You don't even know what to do," Xiao Fang said before he could stop himself.

Yi's hot breath hitched against his face. "Teach me," he said, his eyes soft while he pressed his chest against Xiao Fang's. "Show me — I want to make love to you — show me how."

They had not talked about sex between men. The topic never came up, and Xiao Fang believed his lover must've been too uncomfortable to confine to him. And although his body craved countless, times for Yi's touch, in his dreams and when he was awake, he never sought to pry.

It was humiliating to talk about... Xiao Fang felt humiliated.

"We..." Xiao Fang wetted his lower lip as his body heated up with desire. "We need oil."

Yi wrinkled his forehead, seemingly deep in thought before he got off the bed, walking over to the drawer at the opposite end of the room.

As Yi rummaged through his drawer, Xiao Fang chewed on his lower lip.

Even though he had lovers in the past, he never slept with them.

Nonetheless, he was far from pure, perfect. He had experimented with himself. He sought pleasure with his fingers, and objects. Xiao Fang's cheeks colored in embarrassment just thinking about the times he spent withering with pleasure under the covers, trying to curb the lonesome feeling embedded deep in his bones. At the time, he had craved a lover.

"Is this all we need?" Yi asked, showing Xiao Fang a bottle of oil.

"Mm... Yes," Xiao Fang mumbled.

Yi came back, sitting on the bed beside Xiao Fang. "I've never slept with anyone, Xiao Fang," he admitted. "What do I do?"

Xiao Fang's breath hitched — his cock instantly twitched. The need to paste himself against his lover's body, and take everything, every part of him, burnt bright in his brain. He wanted this younger man; desired this younger man so terribly.

"What do you want to do?" he asked, not taking his eyes off his lover.

"I don't understand," Yi admitted, sounding parched, and nervous. "Take off your shirt?"

Xiao Fang would've laughed at the innocence radiating off Yi's tinted lips. Instead, he complied. "You're next," he whispered.

Yi's soft eyes slowly dragged over his smooth, firm chest, hungrily. For a month, his eyes darkened. "Okay," he agreed, tugging his shirt free. "What else?"

Xiao Fang's eyes loiter over the bulge on his lover's throat, down to the firm abs, curving in all the right directions. "Do you want to fuck me?" he asked. "Or do you want... Me to fuck you?"

Yi's eyes dropped to the bottle in shame. "Does it matter?"

"It doesn't," Xiao Fang said.

Yi's eyes met him. "What do you want?"

"I want... I want you to fuck me," Xiao Fang admitted with tinted cheeks.

Hesitantly, Yi hooked a sweaty finger under his chin, kissing him featherlight on the lips... On his forehead. "If that's what you want," he whispered, his tone dark, commanding. "Can you... Lie down."