Chronicles of the Beginning of Love

There were many wounds on Qiu Huaijun’s body. The wound on his mouth from last week’s fight, for instance, and also the small scar on his wrist. When he took off his clothes in the bathroom and got in the shower, he found that the bruise on his cheek had faded. It’d healed completely, like no one had thrown a porcelain bottle at him before.

He suspected that he was about to catch a cold. His nose was a little stuffy and his hair damp and cold. The water that came down was clearly warm, yet a shudder ran through him. He randomly washed his hair and body, then put on his binder just before he left, fastening the button.

“Done showering?” He Wang held a new blanket and bedsheets in his arms, the pillow on top nearly drowning his chin. “I’ll make the bed for you.”

“Why’re you changing the bedsheet?” Qiu Huaijun stood there. “It’s not like your bedsheets are dirty.”

“The housekeeper was going to change them last time, but I forgot to give her the key.” He Wang threw the stack of things onto the bed and started to unfold the black flannel bedsheets. “I’ll just change them this time.”

Qiu Huaijun hesitated for a moment, hanging the towel over his shoulder. “Whatever. Get to the side, I’ll change them.”

Since he was staying in someone else’s room, it wasn’t good to push this duty on He Wang. He Wang seemed to be a little surprised, but he said nothing, only moving to the side and allowing him to move. Qiu Huaijun looked down and spread out the bedsheet, kneeling down at the four corners of the bed. He Wang went back a step, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile— by standing further away, it was easier to see Qiu Huaijun’s swaying waist.

Qiu Huaijun didn’t know how dangerous this position was. His shirt slid up, revealing a section of thin waist and the visible dip between his cheeks. His ass swayed with his movement, bringing with it a strange, enticing flirtation. Pale, reddening calves rubbed against the black of the bedsheet; this made He Wang want to kiss his ankle.

Even if the temptress had no guilt, he still needed to be punished. Since the first of things had already been brought forth, the wildfire couldn’t be blamed for entering in the meantime.

Qiu Huaijun hardly detected that naked gaze. He hadn’t made his bed by himself for a long time; after a while, he’d actually begun to sweat. He turned his head back to look at He Wang. “Done.”

He Wang lowered his eyes, concealing his desire, then lifted them again. “Then let’s sleep, it’s already very late.”

“I’ll just sleep on a futon.” Qiu Huaijun climbed off the bed, putting on his slippers. “There should be extra blankets. I won’t sleep on the bed, since it’ll be less of a bother that way. I’m going back to my room to get the futon, so you can sleep first, ge.”

He didn’t look at He Wang again. When he returned to his bedroom to get blankets from the storage cabinet, he ran into He Qingchuan. Qiu Huaijun was still visibly pleased with himself; he blinked and smiled at He Qingchuan, and said in a brash tone, “G’night, da-ge.”

“This bed can actually sleep two people,” said He Wang, sitting on the bed.

“It’s fine.” Qiu Huaijun laid out the futon. There was just enough space for one person, and it laid close to the side of the bed, like a secret space. Warm yellow lamplight shone down, a glow settling at the corners of the blanket. He laid into it and made a contented sound. “Turn off the light, it’s time to sleep.”

The storm was still raging outside; when would this torrential rain stop? When he went to school tomorrow, he might have to wear a transparent raincoat when stepping in the water, like a plastic figurine. Qiu Huaijun listened to the drumming, disorderly rain and curled into the thin blankets some more.

There was the sound of another person’s breathing in the room, which Qiu Huaijun was unaccustomed to. So even as he had his eyes closed for nearly half an hour, he still couldn’t find sleepiness in the sound of the rain. He suddenly heard He Wang’s voice. “Huaijun?”

Qiu Huaijun opened his eyes.

“Are you asleep?” A rustling noise came from above— He Wang flipping over.

“… I still haven’t.” Qiu Huaijun still responded.

“I’m actually really happy today.” He couldn’t see He Wang’s face; he could only hear his voice. He Wang’s voice was a lovely one, low and soft. In the midst of the rain, it seemed clear and limpid, too.

Qiu Huaijun was a little baffled and said nothing.

“I always thought you hated me and didn’t want to be with me.” He Wang seemed to be laughing. “So when you picked me today, I felt really happy.”

“… There’s no hating or no hating. We aren’t the same type of person to begin with.” Qiu Huaijun swallowed the “don’t overthink”. To tell the truth, He Wang truly was very good to him. He’d never said anything mean to him, and neither had he given him any cold expressions. It was interesting, to be sure; he was the son of a mistress and He Wang wasn’t, so why was it reversed— why was He Wang the one that was kind to him?

Qiu Huaijun said, “Ge.” His throat bobbed. In the dark and the rain, he said, “Let’s sleep earlier.”

Whether this had an effect on He Wang Qiu Huaijun knew not, but it seemed to have an effect for him. He Wang said “goodnight” to him. The bedding Qiu Huaijun slept was dry and warm; his half-dry black hair piled atop the pillow. He smelled the very faint dampness in He Wang’s room, like rotten plants and white flowers and mud. This scent was calming to his heart. He fell asleep quickly.

A strange heat and touch dragged Qiu Huaijun from slumber.

The surroundings were silent. The rain had stopped in the middle of the night, and so the ear had quieted down as well. Fingers brushed past his nape and the line of his waist, opening up his clothes. HIs nakedness made him cold, but the touch made him warm. Layers and layers of the binder fell. Qiu Huaijun dazedly struggled for a second; all was pitch-black in front of his eyes.

“Shhh.” The sound that came from beside his ear made Qiu Huaijun instantly alert; the voice hooked around his ear. “Don’t make a sound.”

He was flipped over, the side of his face pressing into the soft pillow. Qiu Huaijun belatedly realized that the darkness in front of his eyes originated not from the night but from someone temporarily depriving him of sight.

His pajama pants fell to his knees, exposing two snowy, delicate cheeks. This position made it so that Qiu Huaijun couldn’t find his strength. A palm slapped his hanging breasts a few times, then wantonly kneaded his ass. Qiu Huaijun bit his lips hard and said angrily, “Fuck, you’re insane! Er-ge’s sleeping…”

He Wang’s fingers pressed into the meat of his ass, massaging the partially-hidden cunt in between that had turned red and wet. He laughed silently, pressing hotly against Qiu Huaijun’s shoulder. “Then don’t make a sound.”

He and He Qingchuan’s voices were very similar, so he almost didn’t even have to deliberately imitate him. It had just rained; there was no moonlight today, and he could only rely on the dim color of the night from outside the window to watch Qiu Huaijun’s flexible waist arching. He Wang was so hard he was nearly dripping. He pried apart the two cheeks and buried his face between Qiu Huaijun’s legs. His tongue licked the thick labia lips forcefully, his hot breath puffing against Qiu Huaijun’s hole. He teased the clit with his tongue, listening to Qiu Huaijun’s repressed gasps.

“Get off…” Qiu Huaijun’s fingers clutched onto the blanket beneath him, pleasure changing the tone of his voice. But he clearly heard the wet sounds coming from between his legs; the sound was too loud. Qiu Huaijun was scared to death. He’d been deprived of sight, so his other senses became increasingly sensitive.

A soft, slippery tongue slurped up the flowing juices; like a snake, it slid into his tight hole. Qiu Huaijun bit the back of his hand and called out, muffled, shaking his head. The tie that covered his eyes had wet traces. Hot sweat beaded on his forehead as he twisted his body, failing to escape even a bit.

There were even sounds of swallowing, licks so loud they were audible— in such a dirty place! Qiu Huaijun couldn’t see, and so he could only feel the tongue coming in and out of his hole, imitating the thrusting during sex. Upper teeth bit at his clit, hair pricking at his thighs. Qiu Huaijun cried powerlessly, opening his mouth wide and desperately sucking in air.

He Wang left his legs, sticking out his tongue and licking around his mouth. He watched Qiu Huaijun’s red lips stretched open and his hair messy, his chest rising and falling violently. He said hoarsely, “He’s gone to the restroom. I want to hear you.”

His hot dick slid between Qiu Huaijun’s ass a few times. Marks were easily left on Qiu Huaijun’s skin, and scars were hard to fade; even fingerprints stayed for a long time, blooming gorgeously on the fair skin of his ass. He Wang’s breath came roughly as he held his painfully hard cock. The head rubbed past Qiu Huaijun’s pussy again and again, causing the hole to contract in thirst. It was more honest than Qiu Huaijun’s mouth.

“Why can’t it be tomorrow…” Qiu Huaijun sobbed. “He’s going to come back…”

“Then be obedient, we’ll get done as fast as possible.” He Wang bit his earlobe, leaning over his back. His other hand kneaded Qiu Huaijun’s soft breasts. The head of his cock slowly breached Qiu Huaijun’s hole, then immediately sank to the hilt without warning.

Qiu Huaijun’s moans stuck in his throat. Entering from behind made He Wang’s cock go in deeper, causing his entire body to tremble uncontrollably. The thick, hard dick in his pussy began to thrust. Fear struck Qiu Huaijun. “It’s too thick… it’s impossible… get out of me…”

Their lower bodies began to collide violently. Qiu Huaijun’s palms were covered in sweat, his entire body melted into water, his skin turning red all over. He called out sobbing, but he felt a frightening pleasure. He unconsciously twisted his body, his hip bones receiving firm impact; his hole was fucked from the inside-out, fluids spraying out. His body swayed back and forth. Qiu Huaijun scrambled to touch his own dick. The slit on the head slid over the blanket below again and again, leaving wet traces.

He Wang didn’t restrict his self-pleasure, instead enjoying the sight of Qiu Huaijun entrenched deeply in desire. His cheeks were red like he was drunk, his body shining all over with sweat. He felt greatly satisfied, shooting his come deep inside Qiu Huaijun’s tender hole. Qiu Huaijun shook from his orgasm, the semen he’d shot out in front messily smearing. He turned his head and met an unexpected softness. With his consciousness barely intact, Qiu Huaijun allowed a wild kiss so fierce it bit his lips open. He tasted blood.

“Sleep.” He Wang stroked his damp hair. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

The tie was taken off. Qiu Huaijun panted, exhausted. In the dim light he saw the side of He Wang’s face. But even though he saw, he had no way to clearly differentiate between He Qingchuan and He Wang in the dark. Qiu Huaijun smelled the depravity in the air and closed his eyes, wishing that once he slept he wouldn’t wake again.