BOSF 034: Watching a Little Movie Together

“Making love, making love is…” Ji Yan was never stingy about sharing his joys and sorrows, and he was willing to teach Xiang Yang, but this particular topic made him hesitant to speak. “One person’s… going inside another person’s…”

Seeing Xiang Yang still looking utterly confused, Ji Yan’s own explanation was vague and unclear. Frustrated, he simply took out his phone and clicked on a random adult advertisement.

These kinds of adult ads often popped up on webpages or could be easily found with a keyword search. Ji Yan didn’t usually watch them, so he was unprepared for the explicit, intense scenes of thrusting that filled the screen, accompanied by provocative moans.

“Ah… big brother… so good… feels so good~~~”

Startled, Ji Yan hurriedly closed it, his face already flushed with embarrassment, still reeling from the shock. He hadn’t expected these adult ads to be so unabashedly explicit. He sneaked a glance at Xiang Yang, who was looking back at him. Whether Xiang Yang understood or was reacting to the suggestive moans, he seemed to be catching on, his gaze fixed intently on Ji Yan.

Being stared at like that made Ji Yan feel even hotter. But he still needed to make Xiang Yang understand what making love was, and he needed to get his consent.

During the days after their exams, Ji Yan had actually done quite a bit of research. To help Xiang Yang understand, he reluctantly pulled up a video secretly saved on his phone, awkwardly explaining, “…I don’t usually keep this kind of stuff, really. I don’t watch it often.”

Even though Xiang Yang wouldn’t care or tease him about it, Ji Yan was still conservative about sex and felt an inexplicable sense of shame.

So, the two of them sat close together, holding one phone, and started watching an adult film.

The film was an hour long, with almost no plot—just continuous lovemaking. Its selling point was that the two male leads were a real-life couple, and many comments praised it: It feels so real, so loving.

That was why Ji Yan had chosen this film to save. Compared to the crude directness of adult ads, he preferred this gradual, intimate approach.

The two male leads returned home, went to the bedroom, and started undressing, getting straight to the point. They kissed passionately, their half-naked bodies pressed close, both stripped down to their underwear, with noticeable bulges below. Though it was filmed, they weren’t shy. Their kisses were intense, and they boldly rubbed their arousals against each other, hands roaming over each other’s necks and chests, teasing and flirting with clear intent.

Ji Yan had carefully selected what to show Xiang Yang. Though he’d watched it once before, seeing it again still drew him into the intimate atmosphere. The spot where his arm touched Xiang Yang’s seemed to burn, the heat lingering, and he didn’t dare turn to look at Xiang Yang, pretending to focus on the film.

In the film, the taller, more muscular man took things further, starting to knead the other man’s backside. The smaller man, nestled in his arms, let out a moan and reached out to stroke the man’s erection through his underwear. Both began to pant softly, one leaning down, the other tilting up, sharing a tender, passionate kiss, their hands never stopping. The man slipped his hand into the smaller man’s underwear, sliding along the crease, nearly pulling the underwear halfway down. Faint marks lingered on the kneaded flesh, making the action even more erotic. The smaller man even arched his hips cooperatively, letting the man’s fingers press against his entrance, the half-on, half-off state creating an intensely provocative scene in front of the camera.

The hour-long film didn’t rush to the main act. Much of it was teasing and caressing like this, with foreplay that was both seductive and erotic, showcasing raw beauty. Ji Yan grew inexplicably nervous, his fingers clutching tightly, his breathing shallow as if afraid Xiang Yang might hear, overwhelmed by shyness and uncertainty.

Finally, the smaller man yanked down the other’s underwear, and a thick, long member sprang free. The smaller man knelt and began performing oral sex. The camera zoomed in for a close-up, showing the smaller man with his eyes closed, seemingly engrossed, his lips working diligently to please and satisfy.

The man’s member glistened wetly, trembling with excitement as it left the smaller man’s mouth, even leaking a few drops. The smaller man flicked his tongue over the tip, kissed the head, and, with a playful smile in his eyes, looked up at the man before taking the member back into his mouth for a deep throat.

“Mmm… ah…”

The moans from the two leads were natural and joyful, not at all forced.

The visuals alone were stimulating enough, and the moans made Ji Yan’s face burn even redder. He wanted to look away but didn’t know where to look, his fingers gripping tightly. Finally, he couldn’t resist sneaking another glance at Xiang Yang.

Xiang Yang’s expression remained calm, as usual, rarely swayed by external things. But now, he seemed focused on the screen. He must have noticed Ji Yan’s sneaky glance, though, because he turned to meet Ji Yan’s eyes, his dark gaze deep and intense.

Ji Yan quickly looked away, so nervous he almost forgot to breathe.

The scene shifted. The standing man slowly moved to sit on the bed, while the smaller man, still performing oral, crawled along with him.

The man leaned forward slightly, kneading the smaller man’s backside again. Under the camera’s lens, he parted the cheeks, applied lubricant to his fingers, and probed the small indentation between.

“Mmm…” The smaller man moaned, still panting with the man’s member in his mouth. He spread his legs, gently swaying his hips under the man’s expanding fingers, matching the rhythm.

The screen then zoomed in on a close-up of the entrance, accompanied by the smaller man’s increasingly uninhibited, pleasurable moans.

Ji Yan had turned the volume as low as possible, but the indescribable shame and embarrassment still made his ears burn. Watching alone didn’t feel like much, but with Xiang Yang beside him, it was different. He wondered if he’d chosen the wrong film—maybe it was too intense for Xiang Yang.

He reached to pause it but hesitated and pulled his hand back.

After twenty minutes of teasing, the film finally reached its climax. After preparation, the smaller man knelt at the bed’s edge, facing away, assuming a receptive position. The man positioned himself, guiding his member to the entrance and slowly pushing in.

The smaller man moaned, his tone a mix of pain and pleasure, but he reached back to touch the man’s waist, accepting the increasingly rapid thrusts.

“Ah… ha… mmm…”

For the next ten minutes, the man repeated the same motions, his member sliding in and out, the room filled with sweet, indulgent moans. It was maddeningly arousing, leaving one flushed with heat.

Ji Yan’s nerves seemed to tighten with the film’s moans, but he had to make sure Xiang Yang understood what making love was. He even forced himself to turn and check if Xiang Yang was watching and understanding. “Xiang Yang… do you get it?”

Xiang Yang turned to him, his face still impassive. But after a moment of eye contact, he slowly leaned closer and kissed Ji Yan’s lips.

Before the kiss, he seemed to murmur the word “want.”

The background music was seductive, the lighting soft and dim, the mood perfect. Their past intimacies had never crossed this line, only helping each other relieve desire. But this time felt different, a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Ji Yan suddenly reached out, wrapping his arms around Xiang Yang and kissing him hard—not painfully, but as if deliberately drawing his attention.

They gazed at each other up close. In the silent exchange, they seemed to understand each other’s intentions.

This time, Ji Yan was all in, determined to go all the way. He didn’t turn off the phone, just tossed it aside, letting the little movie play on.

He climbed onto Xiang Yang’s lap, his posture bold but his expression shy, his face red as he finally voiced the words he’d been holding back: “Xiang Yang, I’ll be on the bottom… you, you hold me…”

It was his choice.

Logically, being on top might have been easier, smoother in every way. But with their parting approaching, he didn’t want to seem like a jerk who took everything and left. More importantly, he could never bear to let Xiang Yang suffer, so he didn’t want him to lose out either. This was something he could handle.

He’d even prepared for it, cleaning himself beforehand.

Sitting on Xiang Yang’s lap, meeting his gaze, Ji Yan’s trembling fingers began to undo his clothes.