SYU 17. I’m Going to Find A girlfriend

Wu Jinshan said nothing. He quietly reached into Chen Xiucheng’s hoodie pocket, took out the frog plushie, and placed it by the pillow. Then he lowered his head, caught the hem of Chen Xiucheng’s hoodie in his teeth, and lifted it above the navel, then nudged the fabric up toward the chest with the tip of his nose.

Chen Xiucheng instinctively tried to push Wu Jinshan’s shoulders away, but they wouldn’t budge. That slightly coarse head of his pressed upward, and the short stubble at his temples repeatedly scraped against the soft skin of Chen Xiucheng’s chest and stomach. It tickled so much he couldn’t help but laugh, lightly patting the head on his chest. “What are you doing? That tickles.”

The dim lighting and cramped space made everything feel mysterious and charged. Wu Jinshan still didn’t answer. The room was especially quiet, the only sound coming from fabric brushing against skin. He freed one hand to grab Chen Xiucheng’s wrist, moved it off his shoulder, and pinned it to the bed.

Chen Xiucheng wasn’t sure what Wu Jinshan was trying to do. It just felt like he was messing around. He was a little ticklish and wasn’t sure if Wu Jinshan was going to try tickling his armpits, until he felt a strange, wet sensation on his chest.

He froze. It took a moment for him to realize Wu Jinshan was licking his nipple.

That tiny nub, no bigger than a red bean, had barely been touched twice before it hardened. Wu Jinshan licked it carefully, as if savoring some rare, oddly flavored candy. His tongue circled it slowly, stirring with rhythmic strokes, then moved to suck gently. His teeth scraped lightly, biting down just enough to tease.

It wasn’t like getting a blowjob, which directly stimulated the genitals, nor like fucking, which was rough and demanding. Wu Jinshan’s tongue felt more like a soft caress, right over the spot closest to Chen Xiucheng’s heart, speaking of a hunger he didn’t know how to express.

Each brush of tongue and lip over his skin made the tension grow. The warm breath sent waves of sensation rolling through him. The alternating heat and coolness made Chen Xiucheng shudder. He hadn’t known his nipples could be so sensitive, but just a few sucks from Wu Jinshan made that electric numbness ripple through his whole body.

He was fully hard, his cock pressing against Wu Jinshan’s thigh. The position made the contact feel awkward and overly revealing.

But the pressure kept mounting, leaving him painfully unsatisfied. The part that was truly swollen and aching had nowhere to release. The buildup of desire layered over itself until he lost focus for a second, then came back to himself and started to struggle.

Sensing the impatience and resistance beneath him, Wu Jinshan bit down hard on the nipple in his mouth in warning. Then he opened his mouth and latched onto that flat expanse of chest, sucking like a hungry child trying to draw out milk.

Chen Xiucheng cursed under his breath, though the last note of the word shifted on its own. He didn’t dare speak anymore, just opened his mouth to gasp, his voice catching in his throat. Little whimpers slipped out now and then as he twisted beneath Wu Jinshan, unable to bear it.

“How’s that? Feels good?” Wu Jinshan finally looked up, sated, and nudged Chen Xiucheng’s swollen glans a few times with the inside of his thigh. It was hard to say whether it was deliberate.

Chen Xiucheng opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally finding his voice. “I don’t even have much meat there…” he said. His eyes were a little red.

He didn’t actually want Wu Jinshan to stop. Part of him wanted to puff out his chest so the other side would get the same attention. But then he felt like that made him kind of slutty.

His eyes drifted to Wu Jinshan’s chest. The shirt he wore today was snug, showing off his full pecs. Chen Xiucheng abruptly sat up, wanting Wu Jinshan to taste that same biting sweetness.

“How about I lick yours?” he said, already rising to his knees in front of Wu Jinshan. One hand grabbed his pec, the other slipped around his waist to hold his back. He lowered his mouth to that raised point on Wu Jinshan’s chest and started licking and biting it through the fabric. He didn’t need to learn. Sucking a nipple was probably something humans were just born knowing how to do.

The sheer initiative in Chen Xiucheng’s actions made Wu Jinshan dizzy with arousal. His only two sexual experiences had been with Chen Xiucheng. The first time had been an accident, the second completely unplanned. But now he wanted a third time, one where both of them wanted it. Willingly, in bed.

Pressing against Wu Jinshan’s chest didn’t feel satisfying at all. Suddenly, a thought popped into Chen Xiucheng’s head: if Wu Jinshan were wearing one of those lacy, frilly lingerie sets, it might be even more fun.

He imagined that sturdy, muscular body with a sheer pink bra trimmed in black lace clinging tightly to his chest. Bright red would be good too. The sluttier, the better. And below that firm abdomen, nothing but a thong barely containing his cock.

It was a nice fantasy. Chen Xiucheng half-closed his eyes and laughed to himself while distractedly licking Wu Jinshan’s chest. But when his thoughts went to that thick cock rearing up and pointing straight at him, ready to ram into his body like a battering ram, everything stopped being funny.

His eyes flew open. It was like waking from a dream. He shoved hard at Wu Jinshan.

Caught off guard, Wu Jinshan fell backward, the back of his head slamming into the railing at the foot of the bed. The loud crack was followed by a pained yelp as dizziness overtook him.

Chen Xiucheng scrambled off the bed in a panic, switched on the lamp at his desk, and didn’t even stop to check if Wu Jinshan was seriously hurt. His eyes landed on the gray-and-white fabric of Wu Jinshan’s shirt, still damp with spit around the chest. Shame hit him like a wave, and he stumbled back.

“No—I… I’m going to find a girlfriend,” he stammered, voice trembling, shouting at Wu Jinshan in a panic.