Red Peacock [English] (Original Novel by Ju~On, translation by LuckyCasualty)

5. Birds of a Feather

If you ask what the most important thing in a man's life is, you will get a very clear answer: his 'manhood'. Hundreds of young men will answer the same thing, that there is nothing better than a healthy 'manhood' to greet their owner every morning as the rooster is crowing. And that if your 'manhood' wakes up every morning with its head up high, then you can call that the most important manifestation of a proud male's strength and vitality. Lù Yī Péng also considered himself one of these lucky individuals. Besides - He was still young, strong and healthy. Yī Péng had always been proud of his own manhood, but that was before...

"Ah... Uh... hey.. Stop!"

The inspector moaned, grabbing Kǒng Què by his hips to prevent his intense movements. But the results turned out to be the exact opposite as the rhythm accelerated. When instead he was pressed even harder onto the bed, he heard a deep breath in response.

"Mmm, don't cum yet Péng-Péng...."

Lù Yī Péng bit his lip, breathing heavily as he tried to slow his partner's wild rhythm. Hóng Kǒng Què only squeezed his hands harder, as if Lù's actions were spurring his desires.

Despite clenching his jaws together tight, Lù Yī Péng could not help but to let out a deep moan as his lower back twitched. The young inspector was panting as his partner leaned down, pinching his chest before moving his hips, seating himself on Yī Péng's erect cock again.

"Ah.. Ah!" Lù Yī Péng cried out, grabbing Kǒng Què's strong waist, finally saying, "That's... Enough... Enough!"

With a loud slap, Hóng Kǒng Què struck his hand down on the chest muscles of the stubborn person below him. The sound was distorted as Lù Yī Péng trembled. The damned Peacock only accelerated his movements, kissing his entire body without any sign of stopping. He was shaking so much that he could feel his back hitting into the mattress. Yī Péng moaned again, clutching to the other's waist. Until Hóng Kǒng Què had reached his peak, Yī Péng thought that he would not live to see the morning. Then finally the mafioso slowed down, burying his face in the inspector's chest again, lightly biting his nipple,

"Péng-Péng..." Hóng Kǒng Què spoke in a whisper, not ready to give up yet.

Lù Yī Péng, who didn't have any strength to object, could only frown, allowing the peacock to kiss and caress him all over his body. He ran his hands across Yī Péng's arms, moving his own body as their fingers intertwined.

𓅈𓅈𓅈

A strange, herbal smell woke Lù Yī Péng up. He opened his eyes with some difficulty, finding Hóng Kǒng Què sitting next to the bed, looking spotless, refreshed and neatly dressed. Last night, Hóng Kǒng Què hadn't even taken off his shirt while having sex with him. It seemed like he really did not like exposing the red peacock on his back to anyone.

"Morning Péng-Péng" Hóng Kǒng Què came up to him, stroking back his hair, then leaned in to kiss him tenderly on his forehead, as if he was a child.

Lú Yī Péng frowned, raising his hand to brush the other person off.

"What's the matter? You've been touchy all morning?" Hóng Kǒng Què asked.

Lú Yī Péng glared at him, "Are you trying to kill me?"

Hóng Kǒng Què's beautifully shaped eyebrows rose. Before responding, he cracked a smile, "You're not resilient enough, how can you blame me?"

Lú Yī Péng, who had been trying to sit up, countered immediately,

"You're just too hypersexual!"

"I think I'm perfectly normal." Hóng Kǒng Què said with an innocent look to his face.