This story is a continuation of the translation of Chinese novel "Agreement of Being Gay for 30 Days", made by Kiai.
I translated the story from English into Russian with Kiai's permission, but now have to do it by myself only - and at first there i...
Not being able to restrain himself, Zhang Lingyi leaned forward, strongly squeezed the young man around his waist and furiously stuck into his mouth.
Wang Guangning's eyes suddenly widened ...
It was as a gentle electrical blow ... blow current directly in the heart, which trembled with sudden weakness.
Was it a kiss? Kiss in its usual, normal sense of the word? No, it wasn't.
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It was – as if a traveler, who a lot of years was wandering on the desert, exhausted and tired, suddenly came across an oasis with a spring with crystal and cool water – and his dried lips stuck to the magic donator of life and hope. As if the master of the magic brought down, at last, his vivifying power on the enthusiastic pilgrim, and he – the pilgrim - dived into this magic with the head, without wishing to return any more to a surface, to cruel reality.
Zhang Lingyi, unable to control his embrace, unconsciously squeezed his hands so tight, that Wang Guangning could hardly breathe. Four damned years gong's hands were empty – and at last, this emptiness was filled at this moment.
The breast nestled to the breast, abdomen is attached to abdomen, a stomach to a stomach ... One, though unrealizable desire eclipsed the whole world around – desire to fill his painful incompleteness of life with that only man, who possessed the magic to soften it.
Lips were taken prisoner to lips, teeth met with predatory knock in their greedy rush.
Wang Guangning, being in complete stupefaction, even forgot how it is necessary to react to such actions.
Both dived into a kiss, as in whirlpool, which sucked them more and more deeply, more and more desperately, without allowing to breathe, they twirled in a typhoon of the concealed desires, without a thought of anything else, except the burning lips of the opponent... the tempter ... beloved one...
Interlacing of lips, hands, bodies ...
Choking, almost dying for suffocation, with thirst, which could be satisfied only with each other ...
When the need to take a sip of air forced them to break their embrace, both reddened, like roses, and puffed as if they were climbers who subdued Jomolungma.
It was absolutely impossible to hide the truth after such mad kiss.
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