Page 101 of He Is My Bride

Li Ying put his phone on speaker and reached from under the covers for the lube. He moistened his finger and wiggled it inside himself while keeping his hand on his cock. He kept stroking in a steady rhythm while starting to fuck himself on his finger, moving his hips up and down.

“Mister Wu, what are you doing, touching me so inappropriately!” Li Ying resumed his dirty talk. He felt goofy saying all these things and was borderline giggling all the time, but it was so hot! “T-that’s my butt! …Pfft!”

Hanjun kept staring ahead at the projector screen, registering nothing of the graphs, and his cock was throbbing hard in his pants under the table. He tried to keep his breath even and calm, but he hadbegun to realize this had been a mistake: he would have to excuse himself.

“Ah, you have such long fingers, reaching so far inside me…” Li Ying was getting close already. It had been too long. “Mm-mh, ahh, I-it feels so good…”

Li Ying’s moans were high-pitched, out of breath, growing hectic. He kept thrusting his hips against his finger, letting it hit that sweet spot inside him and send ever-intensifying throbs of bliss to his cock, which felt like it would burst any moment now.

“Oh, oh, a—! I’m gonna—Ah!” Li Ying’s body exploded in an incredible orgasm, and he stained himself and the sheets with his spend while moaning wantonly into the phone, letting Hanjun know just how good he was feeling.

Hanjun got up, took his suitcase, and subtly positioned it in front of his groin, because the bulge in his pants was indeed very obvious. He held his phone as if there was a call he had to take and excused himself. Li Ying was breathing heavily into his ear through the line.

“It’s all sticky now,” he whined. “Uh, Junjun, are you still there?”

Hanjun stormed into an empty single toilet and locked the door. He undid his belt and took out his cock, already dripping with precum, begging to be sated.Hanjun took his phone to his cheek while his other hand grabbed his cock and began stroking furiously. He slid his foreskin up and down over his glans, giving a good squeeze there on every pass, needing to come, feeling like his lust might drive him mad otherwise.

“Li Ying…” he growled into the phone.

“Oh, did you leave the meeting?”

“D-damn…” Hanjun grunted.

Li Ying could hear him breathing heavily, guessing he had gone somewhere private.

“Oh my!” Li Ying crooned playfully, “Junjun couldn’t keep it in his pants, could he? Naughty boy.”

Hanjun almost whimpered into the phone as he tried not to moan outright, fearing someone walking by the stall would hear him. He kept stroking himself, needing that release.

“What a horny, naughty boy, so horny he has to leave in the middle of a meeting to jerk off in secret! Are you in the toilet? A storeroom?” Li Ying was audibly eager for the details.

“Mmh…” Hanjun’s face was burning with shame as Li Ying teased him, but it was good,so good.Better than he could have known. He wanted Li Ying to say more of those terrible things to him.

“Do you like that, Hanjun?”

“Yes! Please…”

“Hmm? You like being called a naughty boy?”

“Ga-ah…!” Hanjun came, shooting his load into the toilet bowl.

Hanjun had never, ever done something like this, spent himself helplessly while getting mocked for his lack of discipline. Hanjun was burning with shame, but at the same time… it washot. Hanjun wanted to do it again.

“You came so soon! You really were horny, hehe…” Li Ying giggled, excited and high-strung; this was new to him too.

Hanjun said nothing, still trying to put himself together.

“…Hanjun?”

“I’m here.”

“Was that hot?”

“Mm. Very.”

“Yeah?” Li Ying’s voice was happy, and Hanjun couldhearhis smile. “I came so hard, too. We should do this again! You know, I’d rather hold you in my arms, but we can have some fun like this while waiting to meet. Would you like that, Hanjun?”

“…Yes.” Hanjun felt a heady relief when he heard Li Ying propose that so easily. As if this weren’t anything to be ashamed of. Like it was okay to enjoy something like this, even if it felt deviant to Hanjun. Wonderfully deviant. “I want it.”