Prince and His Fool

Chapter 45: Make-out session

Wu Yange swiftly tossed his jacket on the couch and walked over to him as he removed his cufflinks. Rong Zian was abruptly snapped out of his trance when Wu Yange smacked the cufflinks on the kitchen counter with a loud bang. Jolted awake, he found himself sandwiched between the countertop and his sexually frustrated lover.

Wu Yange leaned in close till their foreheads met with his eyes fixed on Rong Zian's lips. Rong Zian would be lying if he said he didn't feel a sense of crisis, he was a bundle of nerves trapped between Wu Yange's arms on either side.

'Fuck this is actually happening,' he yelled internally struggling to maintain his composure as a multitude of untamed thoughts flooded his mind. An oblivious Wu Yange leaned in for a kiss observing his alluring lover close his eyes in anticipation. This acquiescent behaviour roused the need to bully his person for no reason, hence he stopped his movement with his lips one pinkie finger way from touching down on his partner's lips.

The pitiable Rong Zian waited and waited for something to happen, he could feel the other man's presence even with his eyes closed but nothing happened. He opened his eyes as he unconsciously bit his lower lips with a wronged expression and met his lover's amused gaze.

Feeling incredibly stupid, he placed his hands on Wu Yange's chest to push him away, his face abnormally red with embarrassment or maybe arousal but he would never admit it. 'This Laozi was willing to sacrifice himself but you had to be ungrateful,' he thought pushing Wu Yange but the tables reversed as he was drawn closer into Wu Yange's arms and kissed witlessly with self-indulgence.

Wu Yange's hands were not in the least polite as he mildly fondled Rong Zian's slender waist and lower back. As though dissatisfied, he wayward hands found their way underneath the fabric. As his fingers grazed onto Rong Zian's smooth skin, Rong Zian slightly shuddered at his touch with his scalp going numb in an instant. He let out a subtle moan motivating his enthralled lover who deepened the kiss prying open Rong Zian's mouth with his warm moist tongue.

Rong Zian who had never experienced such a pleasurable experience before allowed this invasion and let Wu Yange do as he pleased to his heart's content. His lips were sucked, bitten even licked and he was greedy for more as he amateurishly licked the invasive tongue ravaging his mouth. The make-out session inevitably muddled up his mind to a pulp that he didn't even realise when Wu Yange picked him up and placed him on the kitchen counter, his legs pulled apart as the lustful boyfriend fit between them like a jigsaw puzzle, grasping either side of Rong Zian's waist.

The constant entanglement roused the neglected sensual beast within Rong Zian, the unfathomed heat emanating from his body made him want to shed off all his clothes, embrace Wu Yange and make their bodies one. The pleasurable feeling he experienced kissing Wu Yange was in no way comparable to when his lover shifted attention to his neck. His moist hot lips brushed against Rong Zian smooth pearl jade skin instigating an unrestraint moan with a hint of urgency. As the erotic whimper reached Wu Yange's ears, he intensified his actions and resulting in more of that addictive sound escaping Rong Zian's throat.

Unable to hold off any longer, Wu Yange chose to be rid of the foreplay fuelling his advancement to the next level. He skilfully shucks off Rong Zian's blazer whilst meticulously focused on his now bruised neck. Rong Zian only snapped out of his trance when his lover ruthlessly nibbled his neck, letting out a hissing sound which in turn forced Wu Yange to withdraw.

"I am sorry, does it hurt?" asked Wu Yange in a husky voice as they faced each other though Rong Zian had the height advantage since being settled on top of the counter. This feeling of looking down at Wu Yange who was usually taller than him was oddly satisfying that he couldn't help but gladly pat his head.

Wu Yange smiled at his action while biting his lower lip. Everything about him resembled a man yearning for carnal gratification, his dreamy amorous eyes, pinkish skin on his all over his face and shoulders, the heat radiating from his body made him irresistible.

Wu Yange placed his finger on bruise left on Rong Zian's neck after posing the question. Though it stung a little Rong Zian rather found both painful and pleasurable which was new to him, it left him wanting more of his powerful prince. "It does but.I seem to like it," he replied slightly sheepish.

Seeing that he was unharmed, Wu Yange placed his warm hands on either side of his waist and asked, "Shall we continue?" slowly caressing the smooth skin under Rong Zian's waist. He didn't reply motivating Wu Yange as he pulled his lover's body against his and proceed to caress his back in a gruff manner kissing those swollen sensual lips. In his moment of ecstasy, he went on to strip off the annoying fabric clinging to Rong Zian's fervent skin but before he could unwrap his enticing gift, Rong Zian stopped his actions.