SSD 68. A Little Flower of Love Has Bloomed

After watching TV for a while longer, the two of them finally decided to go out for a night run. It was supposed to help them sleep better. By the time they got back, they were drenched in sweat.

When it came time to shower, He Jiang insisted on sharing the bathroom with Xu Fanming.

The patter of water echoed against the tile, mist slowly clouded the mirror. He Jiang brought in a small stool for Xu Fanming to sit on and began scrubbing his back. At first, Xu Fanming felt a little shy, but gradually he loosened up.

Under He Jiang’s kneading and massaging hands, he even let out the occasional soft hum of contentment.

Foam lathered his whole upper body. He Jiang then used the shower head to carefully rinse it all off, making sure every inch of Xu Fanming’s skin carried that faint, clean scent of body wash.

Feeling quite pleased, He Jiang pulled him halfway into his arms from behind and gave his earlobe a gentle nip. Xu Fanming tensed, trying to turn away, but He Jiang’s hand slid along his waist, softly kneading, coaxing him to relax. The touch hovered between affection and seduction.

Warm water, laced with suds, streamed down around their feet. The atmosphere slowly changed.

Xu Fanming’s figure was undeniably attractive. Firm, supple waist, shoulder blades sheathed in a thin layer of muscle, full of life and inexplicably alluring. He Jiang could not get enough.

Xu Fanming turned his face away, tingling all over from He Jiang’s touch. It felt strange, almost too much. He squirmed and tried to push his hand away. “Hey, stop touching me…”

He Jiang kissed his neck. One hand lingered on his lower belly, teasing in a way that left no room for doubt. “I’m not done washing you.”

Xu Fanming’s face turned red. “I can do the rest myself.”

He Jiang smirked and, without warning, pinched one of Xu Fanming’s soft nipples. He played with it until it slowly stiffened under his fingers. “Can you really?”

Feeling the way Xu Fanming’s body softened in his grasp, He Jiang turned him around to face him. Xu Fanming’s face was flushed like a burning cloud, but the resistance in his expression had clearly faded.

He Jiang buried his face against his neck, inhaling deeply. The scent of soap filled his nose. “Fanming, you smell so good.”

Xu Fanming flinched, his shoulders shivering slightly, but his movements slowed.

He Jiang knew him well. Xu Fanming was the type to talk tough but cave when treated gently. As long as he was handled right, that mouth of his would eventually stop saying no.

This clueless little fire-breathing dragon had, in the end, fallen right into his hands.

The thought alone sent a thrill through He Jiang’s chest. He lowered his head and ran his warm lips and tongue over Xu Fanming’s sensitive skin, then gently nipped one of his nipples and gave it a playful tug.

“Ah!”

Xu Fanming cried out in surprise. The unfamiliar surge of pleasure made him want to crawl out of his skin. He Jiang, on the other hand, looked like he had just discovered treasure. Seeing that reaction made his excitement rise as well. “Fanming, you like that?”

He Jiang licked and sucked at those stiff little buds, finally wrapping his lips around one glistening peak and drawing on it with a loud, wet pop. Xu Fanming felt like his shame had shattered into a million pieces, and yet his lower body betrayed him, pitching a tent in full view.

“Does it feel good? Hmm? You like it when I touch you like this?” He Jiang’s tone was practically begging for affection. “Baby, why won’t you look at me?”

Even now, he was still saying this kind of shameless crap! Xu Fanming’s face flushed bright red. He was so angry and aggrieved he nearly smacked He Jiang across the face.

Just as Xu Fanming teetered on the brink of snapping, He Jiang suddenly reached down to stroke the tent between his legs, palming it gently. “Mmm, our little Fanming is hard.”

Xu Fanming froze, too stiff to move. He Jiang chuckled, took Xu Fanming’s hand, and guided it downward. “My little Jiang is hard too.”

Before Xu Fanming could react, He Jiang pulled him up from the stool and scooped him onto the bathroom sink.

The sink at He Jiang’s place wasn’t particularly large, and the mirror behind it was uneven, with a few bumps in the surface. As soon as Xu Fanming was seated on the slippery counter, he felt unsteady and uncomfortable. He wrapped his arms around He Jiang to keep himself balanced.

Naked and still slick with a few patches of soap suds, Xu Fanming’s skin felt impossibly smooth to the touch.

He Jiang pressed in close, rubbing against him with indulgent ease, savoring the feel of every inch. His movements were slow, deliberate, immersed in pleasure, yet that only made Xu Fanming all the more restless, his body aching with rising frustration.

Seeing He Jiang take his sweet time, Xu Fanming finally lost his patience. He reached down to grasp He Jiang’s aroused length, but his fingers were clumsy and uncertain. As a complete novice, he fumbled with the touch. No matter how he tried, it always felt like something was missing. In the end, burning with arousal, Xu Fanming even began grinding against He Jiang’s shorts, like he was trying to signal something, desperate for release.

He Jiang finally responded. One hand clamped down on Xu Fanming’s thigh, and he raised an eyebrow. “Baby, are you trying to jerk yourself off on your own?”

Xu Fanming didn’t seem to hear him. Every inch He Jiang had teased was now on fire, as if desire were a poison flooding his veins. His whole body buzzed with fever. He couldn’t understand how He Jiang could stay so calm when his own underwear was already pitched up into a tent. The way it bulged beneath the fabric made Xu Fanming avert his gaze, his cheeks burning with shame.

A memory surfaced of the last time He Jiang pinned him against the cabinet. His hips lifted on their own, and by the time he realized it, he was already pressing up against He Jiang again.

One word floated to the surface of his mind: frustrated.

Xu Fanming nearly blacked out. His whole world felt like it was about to explode. Goddammit! It was all this bastard’s fault!

He Jiang saw that his little wild raptor was on the verge of a meltdown. He laughed so hard his shoulders shook, all while keeping his grip on Xu Fanming’s weak spot. Then he leaned in and bit gently at his earlobe.

“Baby, be good… Call me gege and I’ll make you feel good.”

Xu Fanming was so flustered his brain short-circuited. “Why don’t you call me Daddy instead?!”

He Jiang leaned against his shoulder, laughing for a while. Then he finally stopped teasing and reached down to gently wrap his hand around Xu Fanming’s cock, stroking him with patience and care.

The furious, fire-breathing little raptor instantly melted into soft, breathy moans. In He Jiang’s palm, Xu Fanming had no strength left at all.

He Jiang stroked him a few more times, and Xu Fanming, already overwhelmed with arousal, came easily. Just then, He Jiang took a deep breath and guided his shoulder, flipping him around so that Xu Fanming was bent over the sink with his back facing him.

The sudden change in position made Xu Fanming panic. Bracing his hands on the sink, he turned his head with wide eyes. “Wh-what are you doing…”

His cock was still in He Jiang’s hand, and his voice trembled. He Jiang felt himself getting swept up in the moment again. He raised Xu Fanming’s hips with one hand and, under the light, delivered two sharp slaps to his firm ass. The crisp sounds echoed in the room, making Xu Fanming’s waist tremble, his entire body stunned.

“It hurts…” Xu Fanming whimpered. Suddenly realizing something, he reached back and covered his rear with his hand. “He Jiang, what are you trying to do?”

He Jiang rubbed his hardened erection against him, then bent down and whispered softly into his ear, sounding pitiful. “I’m aching too. Can you help me?”

“Wait, hold on…”

Xu Fanming’s face flushed, then turned pale. He could not find the words. This position made him feel terribly exposed and insecure. He shifted, trying to turn around, but in doing so, his ass brushed lightly against He Jiang’s stomach. That simple motion only fueled He Jiang’s desire further.

“What are you… ah, what are you doing…”

“I’ve been thinking about it,” He Jiang murmured.

Xu Fanming was still confused. “Thinking about what?”

He Jiang did not answer. He showed it with action. He grabbed a handful of body wash and slicked up his fingers. When his soapy hand slid between Xu Fanming’s cheeks and suddenly pressed in, Xu Fanming felt like dying on the spot.

“No! Stop—” Xu Fanming thrashed, and He Jiang, wincing from the resistance, quickly pulled his eager fingers back. “Don’t!”

He Jiang suddenly felt a twinge of regret. He realized he had been too impatient.

So he changed tactics.

“Alright, I won’t touch you there. Let’s do it another way.” He softened his tone, looked into Xu Fanming’s eyes, and said gently, “Baby, kiss me.”

Compared to getting his ass played with, kissing felt like the lesser evil. Xu Fanming didn’t hesitate at all and lunged in, smashing his mouth against He Jiang’s. It wasn’t a kiss. It was more like biting, venting all his frustration on him.

He Jiang winced, baring his teeth from the pain. It felt like his lower lip had been bitten through. But while Xu Fanming was still focused on the kiss, He Jiang took the chance to steady his waist and pressed his thighs together. Then, he pulled out his cock.

Xu Fanming froze. His eyes shot open as if he had guessed what He Jiang was about to do. “You…”

“Stand still, baby,” He Jiang murmured, kissing Xu Fanming on the cheek. His voice had grown hoarse, tinged with thick, raw desire. “Let me rub against you. I won’t go in.”

Xu Fanming’s entire face turned crimson. He had already rejected He Jiang once. If he said no again now… it would feel like he was being too heartless. He Jiang had just helped him, logically, he should “give something back.”

Fuck it. Whatever.

The feeling of another man’s cock rubbing between his thighs was strange. That slow, thrusting motion mimicked the real thing. He Jiang’s rhythm grew faster and faster, until Xu Fanming’s own cock began to bounce with the movement, swinging up and down. Then He Jiang grabbed it, stroking it a few times.

“Mn…”

Xu Fanming could feel He Jiang’s erection swelling even more between his legs. He bit his lip and lowered his flushed face.

“Kiss me again, baby.”

He kissed him again, longer this time, like he was savoring sugar. When their lips finally parted, Xu Fanming turned back around and leaned over the sink, breathing unevenly. Through the misted mirror, he caught a glimpse of his own flushed, dazed face, and behind him, He Jiang watching intently, eyes dark with desire.

That burning heat between his legs, the sensation of something hot and hard pressed right there…

What the hell was this feeling?

Xu Fanming’s face was dazed with confusion. And then, the next second, a crashing wave of sensation swept over him and nearly drowned what little sense he had left.

“Ha… mm…”

The movement between his legs came to a halt. Xu Fanming felt something hot and sticky splatter there. Then, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. He Jiang’s voice, low and rough with lust, came right against his ear. “Fanming… stay over tonight.”

Xu Fanming’s brain completely short-circuited. His eyelids grew heavier, his throat too dry to say anything. Fuck, he was going to shut down.

His legs were gently parted again. Then came the warm, slightly scratchy feeling of tissues wiping him clean.

Finally, Xu Fanming gave up struggling with all the tangled thoughts in his head. He shut his eyes and gave in to the heaviness pulling him down.

He felt himself being wiped down and tucked into a warm bed. The sheets were unfamiliar, carrying a faint scent of soap. The mattress dipped beside him, and He Jiang’s scent wrapped around him.

Feeling that familiar warmth by his side, Xu Fanming’s body gradually relaxed. And at last, he truly fell asleep.

Only one blurry thought kept turning over in his mind.

Back during the game against Kongxin, if it hadn’t been for He Jiang, he might have broken down halfway through. And now, after the loss, it was He Jiang again who pulled him out of the dark pit, helping him see himself clearly. He Jiang had always been the one to pour strength into him, to awaken him.

When did it start?

He didn’t even know anymore when he stopped resisting He Jiang stepping into his heart.