"Feifei?" Song Lang called out to him from the living room, "What's he doing sneaking around looking for you?"
"It's nothing." Shen Zhifei packed her things away and walked over calmly. "Go upstairs to sleep."
"No, no, those are places where girls have slept. It's not appropriate for me to sleep there." Song Lang walked towards the lawn in the courtyard. "Let's sleep in the tent. Do you remember when we were little, we went on an autumn outing with our parents and slept like this once?"
"Okay." Shen Zhifei found two blankets and a towel, and followed Song Lang to the courtyard. "Dry your hair before you sleep."
The sunlight shone on them, making Shen Zhifei's fair skin appear even paler, except for the skin under her eyes, which had a slightly bluish tinge.
"You didn't sleep well last night either, did you? Um..." Song Lang scratched his head, and said haltingly, "...shall we sleep together?"
Shen Zhifei laughed: "Why are you so nervous, baby? Are your legs going weak?"
Song Lang hadn't softened at first, but when he heard Shen Zhifei call him "baby" to his face, he really couldn't take it anymore.
"Damn it." He grabbed Shen Zhifei by the collar and roughly pulled him into the tent. The two of them hugged and fell together, kissing passionately.
The fire within him was about to be reignited. Shen Zhifei reached out and pressed down on Song Lang's crotch, biting his ear and saying, "My legs are weak, but you're so hard down there."
"Damn, where did you learn such lewd talk?" Song Lang reached into Shen Zhifei's clothes and stroked his lean, strong waist to ignite his passion.
"Looking at you makes me want to fuck you. I don't need to learn from anyone." Shen Zhifei kissed him deeply for a moment, then suddenly pulled away and stood up. "I'm going to take a shower."
Song Lang wanted to continue, so he sat up and kissed Shen Zhifei for a while before letting him leave.
He lay alone in the tent, his heart pounding. He thought about many things, yet his mind seemed blank. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and waves of exhaustion from staying up all night washed over him. He soon fell asleep.
In a daze, a warm body came close and hugged him, and the scent of shower gel, similar to that on him, lingered in his nostrils.
Song Lang groggily turned over, his arm naturally draped over Shen Zhifei, and continued sleeping.
I slept very soundly, not waking up until almost seven o'clock in the evening.
The sky outside the tent was already dark, and the crescent moon hung faintly on the branches, making the courtyard quiet.
The moment he opened his eyes, Shen Zhifei rolled over and pinned him down, showering him with kisses that were both tender and forceful, giving him no chance to breathe.
Song Lang was so overwhelmed by the kisses that he quickly became aroused.
A chill ran down his lower body as Shen Zhifei pulled his pants down to his thighs, and then his penis was grasped through his underwear.
"Feifei... hiss..."
He murmured, his penis was squeezed hard, and he arched his neck in unbearable discomfort, a groan escaping as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
In the dim light, Shen Zhifei lifted her head from his neck, gently bit his chin, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother, I want to fuck you."
Song Lang's breath hitched, and his heartbeat stopped for a moment. The next second, he was fully revived because Shen Zhifei was holding his penis, which thumped against his chest.
"I wanted to fuck you this morning, but I didn't want to miss watching the sunrise with you, so I held back."
Shen Zhifei's other hand slipped inside Song Lang's shirt, roaming freely over his chest.
"I want to fuck you when you're sleeping, I want to wake you up, and I want you to have an orgasm in your dream, so that maybe in the future you'll only have me in your dreams."
"Don't fucking say that..."
Song Lang felt a surge of heat rising from his body as he was touched, and the suggestive words only fueled his desire to get his head spinning.
He tilted his head back, cupped Shen Zhifei's head, and eagerly reached out to cover his mouth. Shen Zhifei held one of his hands and guided him to slip it into his pants.
That stiff thing was frighteningly hot.
The tent blocked most of the moonlight, with only a few drops of light dripping through the narrow, transparent viewing strip at the top, which they held between their lips as they kissed.
Shen Zhifei pressed down on him, their two penises pressed together. Their fingers would touch as they masturbated, and their glans would rub against each other. The clear fluid secreted from their urethral openings moistened their sensitive skin, reducing the pain from the friction. They longed to be even closer.
"I'll do it," Song Lang said in a hoarse voice, taking the two hot, tightly pressed penises in his hand. Although his palm was large, he couldn't hold them all; he could only make a half-circle around them and move them up and down.
Shen Zhifei rolled up his shirt, bent down to kiss his chest, and his tongue lingered around his nipple without much skill. Song Lang was too sensitive there and tried to shrink away, but Shen Zhifei bit the nipple that quickly became erect.
"Hiss—let go, are you a dog?"
Song Lang usually wouldn't say a harsh word to Shen Zhifei, but he couldn't care less at this moment. Shen Zhifei's unreserved display of another side made him feel both unfamiliar and excited.
"Don't dodge, keep touching me."
Shen Zhifei relented and said something, then stuck out his tongue and soothingly licked the nipple that had been bitten red, circling it again and again. Before long, Song Lang was sweating profusely from his kisses and couldn't help but tilt his head back and let out a seductive moan.
The penis in my hand trembled and swelled even more.
"Damn, how come I never noticed you were so flirtatious before?"
Song Lang's hand was getting a little sore, so he switched to his other hand to continue masturbating the two of them. He was already feeling the urge to ejaculate, and his hand moved faster and faster, but Shen Zhifei suddenly straightened up and pulled himself out of his palm.
"What are you doing?" Song Lang propped himself up and looked over in the dim moonlight. Shen Zhifei had taken off his pants, and he subconsciously swallowed.
"Fuck you."
Shen Zhifei grabbed his ankle, spread his legs, pressed him against her chest, and then pounced on him. Song Lang almost vomited blood.
"Holy crap! Be gentle, my leg is about to break!"
Soon, Song Lang had no time to worry about his legs, because Shen Zhifei pressed his hot, swollen penis against his anus.
He tensed up completely, channeling all his strength into his lower body, contracting his sphincter muscles as if he were defending his territory to the death.
"Feifei, don't do anything reckless! No, no!" Song Lang was so frightened that he went limp, pressing his knee against Shen Zhifei's chest to prevent him from getting any closer.
Although Shen Zhifei was backlit, his eyes were burning bright. He grasped Song Lang's semi-erect penis with one hand, his fingertips brushing against the wet tip. Song Lang groaned and went limp. Shen Zhifei took the opportunity to spread his knees apart and squeezed his entire body between his legs, leaving him powerless to struggle.
Do you remember the text message I sent you?
He lowered his head and gently sucked on Song Lang's lips, his erect penis poking at the tight opening again and again.
Song Lang felt as if his mind had been bombed, his ears ringing and his vision blurred. Shen Zhifei's voice was muffled by a thick layer of drum skin in the darkness, making it difficult to hear clearly.
"I said I want to fuck you and cum under the starry night, brother, won't you grant my wish?"
Shen Zhifei used force this time, and forced a small opening open in Song Lang's lower body.
Song Lang instinctively squeezed him out, his face burning red, and gritted his teeth, saying, "You, you fucking stop pushing me."
"I promise you'll be comfortable, okay?"
Shen Zhifei whispered seductively in his ear, while his lower body continued to rub against that spot, occasionally bumping against Song Lang's testicles, causing Song Lang to gasp softly.
"Brother, you said you'd let me hold you forever. Hasn't even been a day yet, and you've already forgotten?"
"Damn it, when I said hug, I didn't mean you fucking me," Song Lang struggled.
“But when I said I would hug you, that’s what I meant.” Shen Zhifei put one hand behind Song Lang’s back, his fingers massaging the folds around his anus with the thrusting motion of his lower body. “Can we try it? Just once.”
His eyes were filled with a gentle, watery light, softer than the moonlight overhead.
Song Lang could never bear to see him looking at him with such pleading eyes; it broke his heart.
The pesky finger at the entrance of the hole didn't seem so unacceptable anymore. Song Lang took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, saying, "Then, let's try it. If it doesn't work, I'll take your place."
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Zhifei's tongue invaded his mouth, its eroticism palpable. Fueled by hormones, the tongue relentlessly teased Song Lang's senses.
A jolt of electric shock surged through him again, desire took over, and Song Lang, disregarding everything, held Shen Zhifei's head and entwined his tongue with his, responding wildly to his overflowing passion.
Every cell in my body was stirred up, clamoring for me to get closer, even closer.
A cool liquid was smeared between his legs. Song Lang frowned, wanting to ask what it was, when Shen Zhifei's fingers, along with something else, were inserted into his body.
"Ouch—it hurts!"
Song Lang bent over, trying to back away, but Shen Zhifei pressed him down even tighter.
"Bear with it, it'll be over soon." Shen Zhifei kissed his forehead, his fingers becoming gentler. The cool lubricant was applied to the dry, burning intestines, and the resistance gradually decreased. He gently massaged and waited for Song Lang to adapt before pushing a little deeper.
"Hiss—" Song Lang groaned uncomfortably. It wasn't actually pain, but he just felt indescribably uncomfortable.
Instinctively, it wanted to push the invading foreign object out, but instead, it sucked Shen Zhifei's slender and beautiful fingers even tighter.
Shen Zhifei smiled and kissed his lips, "Brother, don't bite me and won't let go."
That extremely soft and faint laugh caused Song Lang's limp penis to instantly become erect, pressing straight against Shen Zhifei's lower abdomen.
Song Lang felt ashamed. He raised an arm to cover his eyes and bit his lip to suppress the sound of his scream.
Shen Zhifei then kissed his way down, across his neck, collarbone, chest, and lower abdomen, before finally opening his mouth and taking Song Lang's penis inside.
"Damn!" Song Lang exclaimed, propping himself up and looking down. Shen Zhifei was kneeling between his legs, burying his head in his mouth and giving him oral sex.
A surge of pleasure rose from his lower abdomen and quickly spread throughout his body. He lay back down, limp and powerless, staring blankly at the starry sky through the narrow gap in the ceiling.
Shen Zhifei licked very carefully, afraid that his teeth would bump his precious thing. At the same time, he used his fingers to scoop some lubricant and put it into Song Lang's body, carefully exploring this virgin territory that would eventually belong to him.
Inside the cramped tent, the only sounds for a moment were their breathing and heartbeats. The occasional blush-inducing splashes of water were quickly drowned out by Song Lang's heavy breathing.
"Feifei, I'm going to ejaculate." Song Lang pushed Shen Zhifei's forehead with his hand, signaling him to leave.
Shen Zhifei remained unmoved, her lips and tongue working even harder to please the swollen penis, her fingers thrusting faster inside Song Lang's body. Suddenly, her fingertips hooked a certain protruding part, and Song Lang felt as if he had been electrocuted, trembling as he ejaculated into Shen Zhifei's mouth.
It was a different kind of climax from simply masturbating; it was more intense and stimulating, like a wave of excitement erupting from within the body, with the pleasure amplified hundreds or thousands of times.
"Ah... damn it, why didn't you dodge?"
Song Lang hurriedly went to check if Shen Zhifei had choked, but was pushed back to the ground. Then Shen Zhifei pressed down on him and, without saying a word, thrust himself into his already well-developed anus.
"Depend on!"
Song Lang was in excruciating pain, his intestines were about to burst. He gripped Shen Zhifei's shoulders tightly and said in a trembling voice, "No, no! It hurts so much, fucking. Get out of here."
"Relax, baby, you're squeezing too tight, it hurts me too." Shen Zhifei remained motionless inside him, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
"Ouch, next time I'll try to be on top of you, and you'll see who's in more pain!"
Song Lang wrapped his legs around Shen Zhifei's waist, feeling like a chicken unable to lay an egg, extremely uncomfortable, the pleasure he had felt when the fingers were inserted had vanished without a trace.
"Try taking a few deep breaths." Shen Zhifei brushed the stray hairs from his forehead, kissing him while stroking his back, trying to help him relax and distract him.
Song Lang inhaled and exhaled, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of the scene of childbirth in a TV series, and burst out laughing.
But then, Shen Zhifei thrust hard into him, and his laughter changed, turning into a groan mixed with sobs.