At the boy's refusal, the two men reflexively tightened their grip around Ning He, both to prevent even a slight possibility of escape and to suppress their urge to go tear that Wenren ShiShi apart into pieces for putting this kind of idea into their vulnerable shizhi's mind.
Had that comment been what had shocked the poor child into hiding away from them, had he been afraid that he'd degrade their reputation by staying with them? Ning He was simply too humble, didn't he realize that even if that were true, he would be worth any amount of criticism? And, upon consideration, he'd even been talented enough to discover and disable the necklace for some time, what a clever boy! Of course, they'd have to fix the functions in order to ensure he couldn't get away next time, but that was a concern for the future.
Right now, their highest priority was to soothe Ning He and persuade him into giving them a chance. Yet, despite Moqi Baihui's tempting promises that they'd provide for all his needs, spoil him with anything he wanted, help him cultivate in any manner, and so on, there was no indication that the youth's tension would be appeased anytime soon. So, somewhat helpless, the man could only nod to transfer the mission to his brother.
Moqi Lirong was far more direct than the scholarly Moqi Baihui. Therefore, having concluded that Ning He was weak to any sensory stimulation whether it was good or bad, he immediately shifted the light body over to lie on top of his twin's, in response to which Moqi Baihui instinctively raised his knees, placing the slim legs outside his own and spreading them apart.
Embarrassed by this suggestive position that, in his undressed state, exposed his most private parts, Ning He struggled frantically, squirming to close his thighs and push the two men away. In the end, however, he predictably discovered that his legs couldn't overpower Moqi Baihui's, and his expression turned cutely dismayed. In his nervousness, his fan-like eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings and his soft cheeks were dyed an alluring red as, licking his lips, he weakly protested, "Shishu...don't..."
But Moqi Biahui, who'd strenuously managed to divert his attention from the beautifully glistening mouth long enough to discern that his shizhi wasn't exerting his full strength in his resistance, smiled and confined the boy's torso by crossing his arm firmly across his chest to grip the slender shoulder, then whispered in the small ear, "Shizhi, if you really don't like it, say so and we'll stop."
Naturally, Moqi Lirong took the hint, he quickly leaned down to block any words Ning He might mistakenly speak by sinking his teeth into the boy's plump lower lip. Reminding himself that he should ease the youth into the kiss, he regretfully soothed the sting with a gentle lick, but a moment later when he sensed the youth trying to draw away, the man couldn't hold back, he fiercely thrust his tongue inside and ran it across the exquisite white teeth, all the while skimming his rough hands over his shizhi's soft skin. Under his caresses of the sensitive spots on the boy's waist which he'd noted several days ago, Ning He's opposition faded; instead of evading his touch, he faintly trembled and arched his slender body, as if begging for more, and imploringly clung to the other man.
At the same time, Moqi Baihui slid his hand from the boy's shoulder to one of the reddened points on his chest and, trailing his other hand up along the inside of a lean thigh, he sprayed his hot breath against the youth's ear to murmur, "Hm? What's this? It appears you're enjoying this quite a bit, shizhi. Look at how hard you are."
Indeed, by this point Chen Yu's defiant expression had crumbled and inwardly, he had completely yielded to this body's weakness. Anyway, even when he'd been bucking and twisting furiously, his efforts had been futile, with the two seeming to anticipate his moves far in advance; when he'd rolled to the left, the black twin had been there to nip him back, when he'd jerked to the right, the white twin had nudged him, he couldn't even avoid Moqi Lirong's strong kiss due to Moqi Baihui's firm chest behind him. He'd never before experienced so thoroughly what it meant that two fists couldn't defend against four.
But soon, he didn't have the spare energy to deliberate on this lesson, because with the man underneath him gently stroking his stiff member and the one on top of him savagely biting his way from his earlobe to his delicate throat, there were too many hands and mouths stimulating him to focus on anything through the haze of pleasure. Thus, with his weak limbs limply resting on Moqi Baihui and his sex bared to both men's intense, dark stares, he could only shift sideways and feebly hook one arm around each of the twins' necks for support, entrusting his body to them entirely.
As soon as he noticed this obedient movement along with the pearly liquid leaking from his cute shizhi's desire, Moqi Baihui kissed the boy's temple and pretended that he'd really been waiting to hear the youth's opinion, rasping, "Oh? It looks like you're very happy with us as we are, shizhi. We won't deprive you then, okay?"
Pressing his lips against Ning He's opposite temple, Moqi Lirong also chuckled. "That's right, shizhi, what a good boy. All you have to do is lie there and we'll take care of you..."
This time, despite the fact that Moqi Lirong wasn't preventing Ning He from answering, the sole response the youth made was to breathe raggedly and direct his lust-filled, angry eyes at both of them as if to blame them in small part for seducing him and for pointing out his shameful lewdness, but mainly for pausing in their service. Inflamed by that reaction, the brothers momentarily had to shut their eyes in order to last and even strangled their aching lengths for good measure, but they soon resumed, more vigorous than ever due to the assurance that their shizhi had been won over.
Accordingly, on Moqi Baihui's side, he removed the hand that had been gripping Ning He's length and surreptitiously covered it in an aqueous medicine he'd selected from his spatial ring, then swirled his sticky fingers around the boy's rear, ambiguously moistening it. While boiling with anticipation, however, he didn't forget to distract the youth lest he be startled by the foreign touch—for this purpose, he turned his shizhi's palm-sized face for a lingering kiss, at last tasting that red tongue that had so fascinated him, and coiled their mouths tightly enough that the boy whimpered and could only focus on getting enough air.
As for Moqi Lirong, he'd been busy as well. The instant Ning He had tacitly submitted, he'd delightedly nibbled at the skin under the necklace that bound the boy to them before crawling down, trailing kiss marks across the flushed, creamy skin and mapping his hot tongue along each of the ribs that were delineated due to the boy's writhing waist.
Truly, his shizhi had such a finely carved frame, he could spend hours simply tracing every bone. It was a pity that he couldn't take his time to admire it right now, since he could tell that his twin was preparing to enter the boy. Thus, he continued further down to the youth's sex which had been freed from his brother's grasp, chuckling at the way it twitched when he nuzzled the glistening tip. His Ning He was so adorable everywhere, so pink and delicious-looking...
In this way, synced perfectly with each other, Moqi Baihui thrust his finger into the boy's rear just as Moqi Lirong surrounded his whole erection with his wet mouth, so that Chen Yu spasmed, his sensory receptors thrown into chaos by the combination of the pain from one twin's invasion and the pleasure of the other twin's heated sucking. Additionally, whatever Moqi Baihui was using as lubrication was extremely effective, he hardly had to wait to slip in one finger after another, until every slight rotation of his palm caused the boy to moan and shudder in bliss. Even as he sobbed at the dual stimulation, Chen Yu helplessly ground his hips, shivering at the rapid fluctuations between the mingling extremes of heaven and hell yet unable to stop himself from seeking more.
Before he could start to adjust to this intensity, however, with some unknown signal, the brothers apparently agreed to progress another step. Whereas so far the man had been provokingly rolling the tender tip of his member around in his mouth and keeping him on the verge of release, Moqi Lirong suddenly wrapped an expertly controlled tendril of lightning around his finger with which he then lightly pinched the wet shaft, causing an electric thrill to bolt up Chen Yu's spine and course through his every cell.
"Ah ah, Master..." His mind blanking, Chen Yu convulsed uncontrollably, tipping over the edge to reach his climax abruptly with a hoarse sob.
And when he somewhat regained his wits, he found that Moqi Baihui had taken advantage of his distraction to replace his fingers with his erection. Propelled by the slight pain from his tight walls, which felt stretched by the thick length despite the ample preparation, and Moqi Lirong's insistent licking of every drop that he had spilled on himself, Chen Yu intuitively propped up his torso to hunch over Moqi Lirong's head, which was buried in his lap, restlessly clutching at the man's scattered hair to tear him away.
Very quickly, however, he realized that this position had been a mistake. Not only was the weight of his upright body pushing the white twin's member into his passage up to its last inch, but also, the black twin had interpreted his actions as evidence that he had energy to spare, so that the man promptly stood up and pried open his lips to feed his length into his mouth.
When Chen Yu, still barely recovered from his climax, weakly held the feverishly hot, solid object in his mouth and leaned his chest against the man's legs, wishing that he could rest, Moqi Lirong sympathetically stroked his hair and gazed down at him lovingly. In a doting voice, he inquired, "Shizhi, is it too big? You can't take it in your mouth?"
Well aware that if he answered in the affirmative, the pervert wouldn't be satisfied with just his hand, Chen Yu narrowed his misty eyes up at the damn man, then finally stretched his tongue out to tease the tip of his sex and took in as much of the length as he could.
As he heaved to fit the thick member deeper into his throat, a thin string of saliva flowed out and his cheeks rounded due to being stuffed, so that while Moqi Lirong kindly massaged one hand under the boy's chin to help him swallow, his other hand tapped the adorably bulging, sloppy cheeks in a daze, throwing his head back at how the vibrations from his light strokes transmitted through the thin skin to his erection inside. Enthralled by the slurping noises of his shizhi's desperate efforts, the man grasped Ning He's silky hair and yanked it back to peer into that charming face and, petting the distinctive mole beneath his eye, he praised, "Mm, what a little glutton, is it tasty?"
His mouth suffused with the taste of the white fluid the other was dripping and his nose with the smell of their ambiguous activities, Chen Yu glowered at the man, but he didn't stop earnestly sucking for the sake of preserving his jaw. Nonetheless, inside his heart he cursed, damn pervert, if I didn't have to deal with another one of you, I could spend hours whipping you into shape, all right?
At this moment, as if to reinforce his presence, the Moqi Baihui who'd been patiently sitting up behind him interrupted his concentration.
Embracing the thin waist with one arm to fondle the youth's newly stiffened member and teasing his chest with the other hand, the man apparently couldn't wait any longer, he thrust his hips up, bouncing Ning He's slick, clenching channel up and down his length. Each time the boy fell back down, Moqi Baihui felt his entire sex become surrounded in that scalding, sticky clasp that was so hot that he thought that he was melting, the cool air barely relieving the heat when he withdrew.
Addicted to the hungry way his shizhi was drawing him in, Moqi Baihui slammed into the boy in this way for long minutes, until he could no longer endure the lack of leverage available in this position and pushed the youth down onto his hands and knees. Satisfied, he curved his lips into an uncharacteristically fierce grin. With this arrangement, he could fully shove into Ning He and also reach the wounds on his back.
From the moment he'd spotted these, a certain fantasy had stirred in a hidden corner of his heart and now, bowing his head, he cautiously carried it out by probing inside the freshest of the cuts with the tip of his tongue, his eyes peeking at Ning He's reaction. While he craved to embed traces of himself as deeply as he could into the boy's flesh, he would attempt to hold it in if it hurt him too much, although he couldn't be confident in his self-control. It was lucky, then, that the contact with the normally numbed area seemed to only cause an odd tingling that incited the boy to tighten around him, so that he huskily praised, "Shizhi, ah, you feel so good, but even if you want me to stay inside, you can't cling to me so much!"
In reply, Chen Yu merely murmured, "En, shishu..." You perverted bastard...
Unaware of his cute shizhi's unspoken words, Moqi Baihui continued to pound into him. As for the jostling his brother had no doubt received from the abrupt change in position, it had barely even crossed the man's mind, because he'd almost erased Moqi Lirong's existence from his sight.
In fact, initially both brothers had indeed been furious at having to witness each other touch the boy, but now, too absorbed by the youth's allure, the two of them had buried their vexation and basically adapted in the same way—since they had identical faces, bodies, feelings, each twin had learned to deceive himself into thinking that they were one person, that what he was watching was Ning He responding to himself, not to his brother.
Having therefore forged a relatively concordant understanding, the three connected bodies moved smoothly together, so that with every jerk of the white twin behind him, Chen Yu was swayed into choking down the black twin's length. Just when he had nearly reached his second climax, however, Moqi Baihui suddenly withdrew and lifted Chen Yu's hips up, then dribbled enough lubricant into his rear that it overflowed.
While it was true that the majority of the medicine had spilled out due to the man's vigorous thrusts, with their combined fluids, there wasn't any particular need for more of the liquid. What was this pervert planning? What would require so much lubricant? Wisely anxious, Chen Yu attempted to twist his head to see, but because Moqi Lirong didn't allow him to pull his mouth away, he was forced to wait blindly.
And a few seconds later, he felt Moqi Baihui carefully slip himself back in, then the liquid still inside his passage began to turn chilly, the watery composition expanding against Chen Yu's taut walls as it froze. Although his first reaction was appreciation of the suddenly cool sensation, which contrasted sharply with the heat that had formerly been burning through his body, Chen Yu's face swiftly sank in the next moment as he guessed what the two men intended and renewed his efforts to flee.