Chronicles of the Beginning of Love

Suddenly the surroundings quieted; Qiu Huaijun could hear the wind outside.

The window was by his side, so he could see the lights of the city with a single glance. This seemed to sink him into that prying gaze, bringing with it an unspeakable shiver.

The fingers He Qingchuan had around his neck paused for a moment. He watched Qiu Huaijun— his hair hadn’t been rubbed dry yet, water dripping from the ends. Clear water followed the lines of his collarbones into the shadows of his bathrobe.

The silence came abruptly; Qiu Huaijun didn’t understand what he’d said wrong. He began to feel strangely afraid from that dark gaze, shrinking away. But He Qingchuan went back to normal quickly, and said:

“So how was it?”

An utter lack of shame. Qiu Huaijun became angry, but before the dirty language could come out of his mouth, a sudden cold shock hit the front of his body.

The belt came off, causing the bathrobe to loosen and open wide. Qiu Huaijun said “fuck”, wanting to tighten his legs, but He Qingchuan still wedged himself between his legs. He seemed to laugh. “Did you not wear anything on purpose?”

“Fuck, who would not wear underwear on purpose!” Qiu Huaijun protested dully, his face burning with panic. “I didn’t have anything to wear. That pair got dirty, how could I wear it.”

The fingers caressed up to his thigh, bringing a shudder with their travels. Qiu Huaijun struggled to contain his impassioned breathing, his fingers grasping at the bedsheets underneath.

He Qingchuan used his knees to open up his two legs, rubbing neither slowly nor hurriedly at his tender hole. At the same time, he released his neck. “How long did I fuck you last night?”

“How would I know, it’s not like I had a timer.” Qiu Huaijun’s eyes were glazed with water, but he was still stubborn. “You fucked me yourself, and you’re still asking me…” He looked in He Qingchuan’s direction, suddenly wanting to mess with him. He said mockingly, “Don’t you know how fast you are?”

Yet at this moment, He Qingchuan’s temper seemed to be quite good, even better than He Wang’s. Hearing his words, he didn’t get angry; instead, he laughed.

Qiu Huaijun was confused. The tea-colored shadow enveloping him suddenly left. He Qingchuan said, “Was it twenty minutes yesterday? Half an hour?”

He lowered his eyes and picked up the white belt on the side. “However long you were fucked is how long you’ll be punished.”

Qiu Huaijun hadn’t understood the meaning inside the words before his entire person was flipped over. He knelt on the bed as his wrists were grabbed and the white belt tied tight. He struggled for a moment, but was unable to see behind him. He could only say through gritted teeth, “He Qingchuan, don’t tie me up. If you’re going to fuck me, then fuck me, I’m not going to resist—” He heard a small noise. Immediately following that, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses were thrown on the bedside table, reflecting cold light.

Large hands kneaded his ass. Qiu Huaijun’s breathing became heavy, his wet, pink pussy occasionally peeking out from between his cheeks.

The kneeling position was uncomfortable; just as Qiu Huaijun wanted to speak, he suddenly felt a pain in his ass. A sharp, clear sound rang in his ears.

Fair, white flesh became distorted, leaving behind rose-colored fingerprints; contrarily beautiful.

Qiu Huaijun finally realized what the so-called punishment was, and a strong feeling of humiliation rose up in his heart— he’d grown this large, and his height was at least somewhere near a hundred and eighty centimeters. Qiu Yuehe had never spanked him as punishment. A punishment that could only be earned in youth was enacted now, and by He Qingchuan!

He made a straining motion, his fingers extending outwards and curling back. Yet his voice trembled. “Fuck, don’t hit me anymore…”

“But I’m punishing you.” He Qingchuan leaned over and said by his ear, “Be obedient, Huaijun.”

His struggles were rather powerless, and seemed more like he was swaying his ass in a lewd way. The second strike landed on his ass right after. Qiu Huaijun bit his lips and smothered his voice, his eyes tearing up.

He Qingchuan wasn’t using much force— but he was afraid of pain, very afraid, so when he fought he had to beat up his opponent, so it wasn’t him that was beat up.

The hits accumulated, his ass burning with pain. The vibrations came near his female hole, bringing a numb sort of feeling; he actually became erect underneath these circumstances. The leaking head of his cock rubbed against the bedsheets, leaving behind dark-colored stains. A lot of fluid had come out of his hole as well, wetting the inside of his thighs. Gorgeous fingerprints covered his ass, like fresh, tender honey peaches.

“Don’t… don’t hit me anymore…” Qiu Huaijun took huge gasps of air, his face flushed red, nearly unable to kneel. The drool that had flowed out dampened a small section of the bed. He made soft sobbing noises, feeling both wronged and embarrassed, and finally yielded. “I was wrong, ge, gege, I was wrong…”

“Where were you wrong?” He Qingchuan’s voice sounded. He no longer spanked him, his fingers sliding past his perineum.

“I shouldn’t have gone to er-ge’s room instead of yours, and I shouldn’t, shouldn’t have talked back. And hid from you everywhere, and disobeyed you…” Qiu Huaijun clenched his fingers tight, crying so hard his shoulders shook up and down. “It’s all my fault, okay!”

His words suddenly stopped. He Qingchuan’s fingers entered his hole, two fingers moving inside the soft, wet flesh. Qiu Huaijun’s soft moans were audible as he heard wet squelches. A numb pleasure overtook his body. He unconsciously rubbed his dick against the bedsheets, whimpers squeezing out from his throat.

The two fingers left quickly, prying open his lips. Qiu Huaijun was forced to take in his fingers, a musky sweetness spreading in his mouth. He resisted by turning his face away, but he couldn’t escape.

His head was murky. It was as if a raging inferno was set ablaze, threatening to burn him into nothing. Saliva on fingers.

A sudden cold sensation came between his legs; an ice-cold, round object was pushed into his hole, eaten up greedily by the pussy that hadn’t come to orgasm yet.

He Qingchuan pushed it deeper inside, leaving only a pink rubber string outside his hole.

“What…what is it?” He Qingchuan removed his fingers. Qiu Huaijun’s eyes were teary, his voice hoarse; his stuffy nose made it so that his voice softened as well. “So cold, take it out…”

“It’s your punishment.” He Qingchuan stroked his spine. It gave Qiu Huaijun the illusion that he was like a pet of He Qingchuan’s. “But it could also become…your present.”

The ties on his wrists came off. Qiu Huaijun’s wrists ached; just as he was about to push himself up, the thing inside his hole began to vibrate violently. He almost instantaneously collapsed on the bed. He saw He Qingchuan hold a remote in his hand, then adjust it to the highest setting.

A violent pleasure accompanied the vibrations, traveling through his entire body. Qiu Huaijun began to cry again, shaking all over. “Dont, don’t.”

His hands were suddenly grabbed and restrained by his sides. He Qingchuan leaned down, preventing He Qingchuan from resisting.

He could clearly see Qiu Huaijun break down in his eyes, his moans becoming louder and louder, calling his name in desperation. “It’s here… I can’t… He Qingchuan… ah, ah…” The warm fluid that sprayed from his hole practically soaked the bedsheets beneath him, juices splattering out. The orgasm made Qiu Huaijun curl his body up, his mind blank; he shook violently, unable to bear even a single touch.

He Qingchuan stopped the bullet vibrator, his fingers stroking his cheek. He kissed his lips lightly— this was the first time he’d kissed Qiu Huaijun, but Qiu Huaijun didn’t seem to realize it at all. As his consciousness gradually returned, he sniffled as he cursed in a small voice, “bastard”, “son of a bitch”.

Whatever he was, he wasn’t a good person.

“Save some energy for the second half of the night.” He Qingchuan began to laugh lightly, his fingers pinching the lobe of his ear. He watched as the earlobe became red, became hot. “Do you still like this present?”