Page 14 of He Is My Bride

Li Ying’s face grew red. He pulled Hanjun’s pants down and saw that his ‘small little brother’ was ready to come out and play from his boxers, pressing against the fabric with its hale red color glaring through it, creating a wet spot around the tip. Li Ying pulled the boxers down, releasing it.

“Make it ready like this.” Hanjun gently held the side of Li Ying’s face, guiding him along as he sat down on the bed.

Li Ying followed Hanjun’s lead and settled between his knees, hands on his thighs. He maintained eye contact, enjoying the look of arousal overwhelming Hanjun’s face when he took him into his mouth.

“Mmh…” Li Ying moaned around the cock, bobbing his head and letting his high ponytail swish along, sucking on Hanjun’s hot, veiny length until the shaft was all slick with his saliva.

Hanjun’s hand caressed his hair, and Li Ying saw him close his eyes and sigh in pleasure as he kept looking up at him from between his lash extensions. He loved to see Hanjun’s pleasure and would have enjoyed finishing him this way, but more than that, he wanted to ride him.

Once Li Ying thought Hanjun ready, he stood up, hitched up his skirt, and pulled down his panties—no tape in the way this time.

Hanjun grabbed Li Ying’s waist and pulled him onto his lap, settling himself lying on the bed with Li Ying straddling his hips. Having had the foresight to place the lube close to the bed soon after boarding, Hanjun reached for the bottle and got some on his hand.

Li Ying helpfully spread his legs for him while Hanjun slipped his lubed-up fingers between his cheeks and rolled them over his hole.

Li Ying sighed at the stimulation, though just a tease for now.

Soon Hanjun’s fingers began pushing inside him, one by one, stretching, preparing Li Ying for him.

Hanjun was making the pretty thing on his lap bite his lip to suppress his moans as he played with his ass.

He kept going until Li Ying’s hips were twitching, trying to get more stimulation where he most wanted it, and finally pulled his fingers out.

“Don’t tease me anymore, Hanjun…” Li Ying begged.

“You’re one to talk,” Hanjun said, but Li Ying was not left empty for long before Hanjun grabbed his hips and steadied him above his erect cock. Hanjun guided Li Ying’s hips down until he felt himself sink into him.

“Ah…” Li Ying still tried holding back from moaning, but Hanjun filling him was too good.

Hanjun made Li Ying ride his cock. Li Ying’s own member was peeking from under the skirt’s hem, bobbing along as his ass swallowed Hanjun again and again.

Hanjun’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of his thighs, and he thrust in harder and faster, making Li Ying moan louder and louder now as he rode on top of him.

“Hanjun… Ah! What if they hear us?” Li Ying didn’t even try holding back his moans anymore though, as long as he could keep his feminine voice, there was no risk even if someone heard them. Anne and the crew would only know the young couple were enjoying their perks.

“Let them hear.” Hanjun huffed below Li Ying while pounding his hips into him, holding on to Li Ying’s hips to pull him down to meet his increasingly rigorous thrusts.

But the engine was roaring, and they were all the way in the back; no one would hear them, so Li Ying let himself moan louder as his pleasure mounted.

“Ah, ah—Ah?!” Suddenly there was a drop which Li Ying felt all the way in his belly, a sudden sensation of weightlessness, and Hanjun slid almost out of him until just as suddenly—“Oh!”—everything went bump, and Hanjun was thrown back up inside him with a force that almost sent Li Ying flying .

Hanjun tightened his hold of his hips and held him down on his cock firmly.

Li Ying felt that in his gut in the best way possible, and just as it happened again, he orgasmed with a howl of pleasure, feeling like he would pass out from the bliss.

While Li Ying was coming, his inner walls delightfully squeezing around Hanjun’s cock, the plane kept having light turbulence, sending Hanjun in and out of him without any effort on their part. Unable to control himself at all under such circumstances, Hanjun came, too, seeing white.

“Ah…! Nn-nh!” Li Ying kept moaning as he felt Hanjun’s come flood his depths, filling him with warmth.

The turbulence seemed to settle, and they were both left gasping for breath.

“Whoa… What a way to join the mile high club!” Li Ying sighed, lying limp against Hanjun’s chest. “It feels like cheating though, doing it on a private jet with a bed and all.”

“What’s the mile-high club?”

“Oh, Hanjun.” Li Ying kissed him. “Do you think the stewardess would have an extra uniform somewhere? We could roleplay.”

“No.” Not that Hanjun didn’t like to play, but he didn’t have face to ask the crew for something like that.

“You’re no fun.”

A few hours into the flight, they were served lunch, or early dinner.

After eating, Li Ying and Anne watched a movie while Hanjun got some work done.

“Hanjun,” Li Ying called from the TV room, “come join us.”

“I can’t now. Please close the door.”

Li Ying stood up from the couch and leaned against the doorway. He’d already slipped on his pink silken pajama shorts and shirt, as they intended to nap to arrive well-rested. Landing was at noon Shanghai time, less than twelve hours now, so they would lose a night’s sleep.

“Hanjun,” Li Ying spoke gently, “it’s almost Christmas, must you work so hard?”

“I’m advising the new senior manager who is assuming my position at Measumed. I’m having a video call with her soon, please close the door.”

“Do you still get paid to do that? Hasn’t your contract with the firm ended?”

“No, and has, but she got hired at the last moment, and I didn’t have enough time to orientate her properly. I don’t want to leave her in trouble.”

“That’s nice of you, but you should get paid for, like, consultation or something. It’s not your fault the company failed to fill the position in time. They had months to find a person for the job. Don’t let yourself be taken advantage of!”

Though maybe it was absurd to assume someone like Wu Hanjun could be taken advantage of.

“It’s my fault.” Hanjun turned to look at Li Ying. “I took responsibility for finding my own replacement.”

“Oh. But it’s not like you to leave things last minute.”

“No one else was qualified enough.”

“So strict, I shudder just thinking about having to be interviewed by you.”

“The door. Please.” There was an incoming video call request on Hanjun’s laptop.

“Yes, yes.” Li Ying blew Hanjun a kiss before sliding the partition closed.

Li Ying stayed up after Hanjun and Anne were already gone to sleep.

While Hanjun retreated to the stateroom and Anne set to sleep on one of the fully reclining chairs, Li Ying strolled bare-footed to the kitchen in the front. He wanted to make himself a cup of hot cocoa. He insisted to the stewardess that he could do it himself, but accepted her help in the end.

He chatted with her about her job, where she studied, and how she became a stewardess for a private chartering company, what it was like.

The nature of his questions, his working-class Brooklyn accent, and general laid-backness let her guess he was not one of them, meaning the actual upper class, but rather someone like herself.

Eventually Li Ying admitted it was actually his first time in a jet and that the whole shebang was new to him.

As he’d hoped, she let her guard down, and Li Ying asked what were some of the craziest things customers had requested of her during flights, what the rich were like when they were alone, whether they were nice to the crew.

Li Ying was trying to gain tips on how to behave himself in front of staff as if he’d always had someone to cater to his whims.

The stewardess said nothing that would have compromised her position as an employee, but she seemed honest when she told Li Ying that most clients were courteous, yet always aware of their difference in status, keeping a certain distance.

Content with what he’d learned, Li Ying then asked about the uniform. The stewardess avoided directly refusing to let him use it, but the sentiment was clear: no.

Back in the privacy of the stateroom, Li Ying took off his bra and the tape. The mulberry silk of his pajamas felt heavenly against his skin, which had been constrained all day.

Li Ying looked at Hanjun, who had tucked himself under the covers and was already asleep, breathing peacefully.

Li Ying wished they could have done more fun things on the plane, but Hanjun had been working hard, and Li Ying didn’t want him to be all jetlagged when he got home. He should let him rest .

Li Ying washed his face and his teeth in the en suite bathroom before slipping next to Hanjun to cuddle up to sleep.

Upon waking up, they were both groggy as their internal clocks had begun to adjust. They took turns using the shower, and Li Ying took his time redoing his whole makeup, cleavage, and putting everything else in place.

Anne checked up on him and helped, ensuring everything was as close to perfect as possible. They would land in Shanghai Pudong airport within a few hours, and then it would be showtime.

“How do you feel?” Anne asked as she finished styling Li Ying’s signature preppy ponytail.

“To be honest, I didn’t think I would be this nervous.”

Not because Li Ying had any problem meeting new people and socializing with just about anyone he met, but because of how much was at stake: this was Hanjun’s family he was going to meet, his future in-laws, hopefully.

“Anne…” Li Ying hesitated. “This will work, right?”

“Li Ying.” Anne put her hands on his shoulders and looked at him through the mirror. “You make a very beautiful, assertive young woman who, excuse me, has an impeccable sense of style. Just look at her.“

Li Ying smiled and put his hand on hers, looking at himself, at that person Anne was describing: partly theater, smoke and mirrors, but at the core, it was him that she meant.

Anne continued, meeting Li Ying’s eyes in the mirror, “She made it to a top medical school, and she knows what it takes to get what she wants. But she’s also very kind at heart, generous and honest, and would make any uncle-in-law feel very lucky to have their nephew marry her.”

“Anne, I can’t cry now, my eyeliner—”

“Is waterproof.”

Li Ying tore off a piece of tissue and looked up to blink the tears back, carefully tapping at the corner of his eye.

“We have done a good job with all this, ” Anne said, “you don’t have to worry about your performance, just do what you have been doing so far. Just be… Well, don’t be too much yourself.”

“What does that mean? You just said I’m perfect.”

“Well, you could drop the tasteless jokes. It’s not very cute or sexy.”

“You should have made me a goth chick.”

“You could forget about getting married to a Wu.”

“Can we do a goth look sometime, though? You know I used to have a phase.”

Anne sighed. “Sure. But now, prepare to hit the runway as a proper young lady.”

“Yes!” Li Ying was ready.

ii In Chinese language, A- (阿; ā) is a prefix used in front of the surname or last character of someone’s given name to express familiarity or friendliness.