BOSF 045: Practice

Ji Yan kissed Xiang Yang proactively, hoping to silence him and mask his own shyness while diverting Xiang Yang’s attention from the embarrassing spot he kept staring at. However, Xiang Yang eagerly returned the kiss, his fingers slipping into Ji Yan’s slick entrance, diligently beginning their “practice” movements.

“Mmph…” The sudden intrusion of fingers caught Ji Yan off guard. Despite his mental preparation, his body wasn’t fully accustomed, especially since this was only their second time, and it had been so long. His entrance involuntarily clenched around Xiang Yang’s fingers, his focus shifting from the kiss to the sensation of being stretched below, leaving his mouth defenselessly open.

Xiang Yang sucked on Ji Yan’s soft lips, savoring them like jelly, before slipping his tongue inside.

“Mmm…” Ji Yan instinctively closed his lips around Xiang Yang’s tongue. Their tongues brushed lightly, teasingly, making it impossible to think. Ji Yan’s eyes fluttered shut as he squirmed, the ticklish sensation from Xiang Yang’s fingers urging him to pull back.

Xiang Yang’s persistence shone through. His fingers relentlessly followed, probing deeper into the tightening passage, making it wetter and hotter. Though he didn’t pin Ji Yan down with his body, instinct told him to keep him in place. He pressed a hand on Ji Yan’s shoulder, holding him still.

“Mmph… mm…” Lying on his back, Ji Yan couldn’t easily move. His lips were sealed, unable to speak, and the friction from Xiang Yang’s fingers began to spark unfamiliar pleasure. When a sensitive spot was touched, Ji Yan jerked his head aside, crying out, “Haa… Xiang Yang…”

Xiang Yang paused briefly, then leaned down to kiss Ji Yan’s ear, his affection expressed through delicate nibbles, his tongue tracing the ear’s outline. Though Xiang Yang appeared lean, years of origami had strengthened his wrists and arms, and Shen Xiuqing’s encouragement to exercise had sculpted his frame—muscular arms, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist.

Ji Yan, clinging to Xiang Yang’s waist and back, could feel these changes. But his mind was elsewhere, overwhelmed by the stimulation inside him. His erection pressed against Xiang Yang’s abdomen through the fabric, and he moaned in embarrassment, unable to control his body’s reactions. The calloused pads of Xiang Yang’s fingers grazed his most sensitive spot, his tip trembling as it leaked.

Xiang Yang took the lead this time, exploring Ji Yan’s body as if unraveling the mysteries of origami.

“Wait… don’t keep going…” Though Xiang Yang was eager to learn, Ji Yan was on the edge of release, his body trembling, his entrance gripping tighter.

As a novice, Xiang Yang didn’t know when to ease up. Thinking Ji Yan seemed to enjoy it, he kept moving his fingers. Finally, he pushed Ji Yan over the edge. Feeling a wet warmth on his stomach, Xiang Yang stopped, looking down at his now-soiled clothes.

Ji Yan collapsed, mortified at finishing so quickly.

Unfazed, Xiang Yang seemed to think dirty clothes should simply be removed. He withdrew his slick fingers and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Since joining Shen Xiuqing’s studio, Xiang Yang had to maintain a polished image, no longer dressing casually as he did at home. His standard attire—dress shirt and slacks—made him look more mature.

Ji Yan watched, dazed, as Xiang Yang undressed before him. His gaze slid from Xiang Yang’s handsome face to his clean-shaven jaw, then to his alluring collarbone and Adam’s apple, each detail making Ji Yan’s heart race.

After shedding his shirt, Xiang Yang guided Ji Yan’s hand to his crotch, his dark eyes fixed on him. “It hurts…”

Despite their familiarity, Ji Yan felt inexplicably nervous. His hand rested on Xiang Yang’s bulge, feeling its hardness through the fabric.

Xiang Yang, almost whining, urged Ji Yan to touch him. It was like before, but now Xiang Yang’s striking, sensual appearance was even more captivating.

Unable to look away, Ji Yan’s heart pounded. He couldn’t resist Xiang Yang’s plea. Blushing, he helped undo Xiang Yang’s pants, unzipping them and freeing the large, firm length from his underwear.

Had he remembered wrong? It seemed even bigger after six months…

Xiang Yang squinted, letting out a pleased hum. Seduced by the sound, Ji Yan leaned up to kiss his jaw.

After some tender caresses, Ji Yan felt ready. He spread his legs, guiding Xiang Yang’s length. But Xiang Yang pulled back, retrieving lubricant from a bedside drawer. The diligent student remembered every step, ensuring lubrication to avoid hurting Ji Yan.

Flustered and nearly forgetting this step, Ji Yan blushed again, surprised Xiang Yang had prepared such a thing.

Cool lubricant was pushed inside by Xiang Yang’s fingers, melting into liquid warmth within Ji Yan’s passage and dripping out. Embarrassed by the heat and tingling, Ji Yan urged, “Xiang Yang… that’s enough…”

Needing no further guidance, Xiang Yang seemed to know what to do. He withdrew his fingers, positioned himself, and slowly pressed in, his tip parting Ji Yan’s entrance.

“Mmph—” Despite thorough preparation, the long gap made it slightly painful, though not as bad as their first time. Ji Yan relaxed, his entrance instinctively clenching around the intrusion. He wrapped his arms around Xiang Yang’s back, permitting full entry. “Ah—”

Xiang Yang filled him completely, their bodies pressed together without a gap.

Ji Yan could feel the size and shape inside him. Encouragingly, he kissed Xiang Yang’s cheek, his legs wrapping around his waist. “It’s okay…”

Xiang Yang began to move. The tight passage gradually yielded, the friction distinct from fingers, sparking intense pleasure.

“Mmm…” Ji Yan moaned softly, clinging tighter. When his sensitive spot was hit, he gasped, his entrance clamping down.

“Ugh…” Xiang Yang grunted, the tighter grip spurring him to move faster, targeting that spot.

“Haa… slow down… Xiang Yang…” Having just climaxed, Ji Yan couldn’t get hard again so soon. His sensitive length, trapped between them, leaked under the stimulation. Overwhelmed by pleasure and discomfort, he clung to Xiang Yang, instinctively meeting his thrusts.

His words contradicted his actions. Xiang Yang paused, gazing at Ji Yan’s lustful expression, then thrust even faster.

“Ahh… no…” Ji Yan arched his neck, overwhelmed. Though not erect, his length trembled, releasing a small spurt.

Watching Ji Yan, Xiang Yang suddenly said, “Like…”

Sweat dripped from Xiang Yang’s forehead, sliding down his jaw onto Ji Yan. His gaze, intense and affectionate, repeated, “Ji Yan… like…”

Ji Yan shuddered, his body responding eagerly, his length stirring again. “I like… I like Xiang Yang…”

Xiang Yang, as if it were the most natural thing, said, “Marry…”

Ji Yan froze, processing the word for several seconds. Before he could fully react, he was pushed to climax.

Caught by the sudden tightening, Xiang Yang couldn’t hold back, releasing inside Ji Yan.

Young and passionate, they didn’t stop at once. Kissing and clinging, they soon ignited again.

Ji Yan knelt on the bed, letting Xiang Yang enter from behind. Still blushing from the word “marry,” he knew Xiang Yang might not fully understand, but his heart swelled with joy.

Xiang Yang leaned over Ji Yan’s back, fumbling briefly before sliding in.

It was Ji Yan’s first time in this position, unprepared for how deep it felt. After a few thrusts, he couldn’t take it, reaching back to slow Xiang Yang. “Not so fast… you’re too big…”

But Xiang Yang grabbed his hand, guiding it to where they were joined.

“Mmph…” Feeling how Xiang Yang entered him, Ji Yan’s face burned hotter.

Dissatisfied with not seeing Ji Yan’s face, Xiang Yang leaned forward, one hand on Ji Yan’s waist, thrusting deeper and faster.

“Ah…” After a few intense grinds against his sensitive spot, Ji Yan turned, eyes teary, to kiss Xiang Yang.

The vigorous pace didn’t last long; they climaxed together again.

Exhausted, Ji Yan tried to clean up, his legs shaky. As he reached to close the bathroom door, Xiang Yang barged in, refusing to wait outside.

Unable to shoo him away, Ji Yan, blushing, taught Xiang Yang to help clean him.

Seeing the white fluid drip from Ji Yan, Xiang Yang stirred again.

What could Ji Yan do? He used his hand to help Xiang Yang release once more.