Page 121 of He Is My Bride

“Li Ying, seatbelt,” Hanjun said as the limo was leaving the driveway.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.” Hanjun put on his own.

Li Ying slid back next to him and obeyed. Li Ying connected his phone to the limo’s bluetooth sound system and put on his own party playlist.

“We are picking up Hanrong from his home and then we will go to the Peninsula hotel.”

This was the location of tonight’s venue, the same famous hotel where they had been for afternoon tea on Li Ying’s first visit.

Li Ying enjoyed the ride. He’d driven a limo before for prom, but it wasn’t this fancy.

“How long until we’re at Hanrong’s?” Li Ying asked.

“Around ten minutes.”

“Then I’ll do this quickly.” Li Ying clicked his seatbelt back open right then, put away his emptied glass and slid off his seat. He came between Hanjun’s legs, pushing them open.

“Li Ying?!”

“I’ll blow you.”

“Why?” Hanjun didn’t resist though as Li Ying undid his belt and pulled out his still flaccid cock.

“Because I’m tucked and we can’t fuck.”

That didn’t seem to answer the essence of Hanjun’s question, but all he did was stare as Li Ying bit his glove at the tip of the middle finger and pulled it off with his teeth. Li Ying tossed the glove to the side and took Hanjun’s cock into his hand, beginning to stroke him while removing the other glove with his teeth as well.

Hanjun gasped when Li Ying gobbled up his stiffening member.

Li Ying suckled at it sloppily, brushing his tongue in circles at the edge of Hanjun’s glans before sucking harder on the tip. His expert tease got Hanjun’s ‘small little brother’ up to speed with the situation, and soon Hanjun’s enormous shaft stood fully erect.

Now Li Ying had to work his head and really suck, trying to get his man come before they would arrive. His tasseled earrings swayed along as his head bobbed up and down, his tongue sliding along the belly of Hanjun’s cock, feeling up its throbbing veins. Li Ying enjoyed pleasing his man, the taste of him, how he kept growing thicker and longer in his mouth. He enjoyed the sensation of Hanjun sliding up and down his throat, his girth stretching it, the length almost making him gag, but it was not his first time, and he managed. And Li Ying enjoyed Hanjun’s moans, which the man desperately tried to keep down, failing.

Hanjun’s fingers dug into the leather of the seat and he unwittingly bucked up his hips, shoving his cock deeper into Li Ying’s hungry throat, making him gag, but it didn’t deter Li Ying. He was enjoying the rush, but managed to keep his head and his loins cool enough, knowing he couldn’t whip out his own now. This was for Hanjun’s pleasure, and the thrills.

Hanjun was desperately trying to get off fast, but he had come several times today already, and was in something of a panic—he just couldn’t. But he didn’t want to stop, either. Surely release was right around the corner now, he thought. Li Ying was such a sight, his red lips closed in a tight ‘o’ around Hanjun’s shaft, sliding along it, leaving red smudges of lipstick on the cock, his eyes full of sheerjoyas they looked up to Hanjun from between his legs. Li Ying’s fingers withtheir black-and-red painted nails closed around the base, stimulating what he couldn’t fit into his mouth. Hanjun loved to see how Li Ying enjoyed sucking his cock.

Hanjun didn’t feel the car slow down until it braked and stopped. He jerked his head up, and his panicking eyes shot at the door just as it slid open:

“Hello—Whoops?” Hanrong stared: Miss Li was just plopping his cousin’s cock out of her mouth, and Hanrong caught a glimpse of an impressive tool before turning his head away in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry!” Hanjun exclaimed, his face all red, eyes wide in horror and not knowing where to focus, his mouth a tight line.

“Oh crap, sorry!” Li Ying was trying to help Hanjun put his cock away, trying to close his pants for him, but the enormous shaft wasn’t in agreement as it simply wouldn’t fit in its current state. “Hi, Hanrong! So sorry about that, ahaha… Just a moment, please!”

“Would you two like to, um, finish?” Hanrong asked. “I can wait?” While he was surprised Hanrong only resorted to his extremely formal Wu way of speech and in his softest, politest tone too.

“Yes.” Hanjun’s voice was shaking. “Close the door. Please.” He kept his eyes closed and his head hung in shame.

While Li Ying had given him much cause to blush, he had never seen Hanjun quite thisred. Hanrong closed the door and went to ask the driver to wait a moment on the excuse of him having forgotten something in his apartment.

“Okay, let me finish you off,” Li Ying said once they were alone again.

“No need.” Hanjun snarled between his teeth.

“What? But—Hanjun?!”