CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE
The first thing Yuan saw when he woke up was Feifei's aggrieved face with his lips in an obvious pout.
Yuan wants to laugh out loud.
So sassy to provoke him. Yuan smirked.
"Next time, don't challenge me to ruin you." Yuan whispered in Feifei's ears.
Looking down at this brazen temptress, he can't help but ran his fingers on Feifei's nose down to his lips.
Feifei slept close to him, using his arm as his pillow. With one hand under his face, his other hand is holding his waist.
Even a leg is thrown over his.
Yuan sighed.
Feifei even insisted to put a mountain of pillows between them. He called it "boundary".
But look at him now. He is almost sprawled all over him.
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BEFORE THEY SLEPT :
Feifei haughtily commanded him not to cross the boundary. With great passion, Feifei adamantly repeated, reminding him never to go past the margin.
And not to cheat him.
Yuan chuckled.
What boundary have they not crossed already?
But what can he do, aside from keeping silent? Yuan sighed again.
Helpless, he obediently went to the other side of the mountain of pillows as Feifei went on instructing him how to be prudent and moderate.
Listening, he just smiled with a contrite expression and gave in to Feifei's demands.
He just good naturedly nodded his head and accepted Feifei's impassioned speeches.
Encouraged, Feifei began his monologue on what too much sex can do to the body.
He nodded again and dutifully accepted Feifei's tutorial like a good boy, giving ear to Feifei's every word.
He just allowed Feifei to make a fuss.
Neither a single word of rebuttal nor a sound of discontentment can be heard from him.
He just kept silent.
Even if his ears started ringing in mutiny against Feifei's non stop chattering, he just resigned to his fate, sat in attention and listened patiently.
He looked at Feifei with apt concentration and seriousness but his mind is already wandering, laying plans on how to violently plunder those lips.
How to ravish that mouth.
How to abuse them.
How to use them.
As Feifei went on and on with his empowering lecture, his mind strayed to all the perverse things he would do to him.
How to punish and torture him.
How to make him writhe and beg for his cock.
How to make him scream again.
His eyes fixed on Feifei's face, giving close focus on Feifei's mouth as he opened and close those pouty lips.
Those sinful, red lips.
How he wish he could bite it right then, chew them to bleeding. The sweet tang of blood would be a welcome addition in spicing things up.
Feifei would trap his length on those bleeding lips and stain his cock red with his blood.
He almost growled imagining the vision.
His bloody cock would then be wrapped by the burning furnace of his small mouth.
Studying Feifei's small mouth, he knows it would definitely be a tight fit.
With the constrained pressure, his cock then would be delightfully crammed, squeezed and crushed by the blissful blend of both torment and ecstasy.
Noticing how Feifei's tongue would peek from time to time as he speaks, Yuan was distracted for a moment.
Feifei's wet, pink tongue. He envisioned Feifei's warm tongue licking his cock from head to base, then bathing his balls. It would be heaven.
His already slumbering cock was alerted by his amorous and steamy fantasies. It's ugly head is now clamoring to see its Mistress.
Yuan moaned inwardly.
His "boy" has a differential affection for his chattering Mistress. He did not even take into account his Master's current predicament nor the danger of "him" being banned from sexual proclivities.
Yuan is lost in thought.
He can already surmise, his Feifei is too fond of thinking too much. No matter how trivial or miniscule, he would take it into careful consideration.
He is solemnly contemplating how to make Feifei not shy away from sex. Nor let him feel different and ashamed with how they do sex.
Having a partner is heaven. But could also be a headache. Especially if the party involved is the only one that really matters.
And Feifei is the only real thing that matters.
And the only one who has an undeniable influence on him.
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Looking at the silent, cooperative Yuan, Feifei was emotionally moved. Yuan looks like he has already reflected on his reckless fits of uninhibited sex.
Feifei smiled as his heart is warmed by Yuan's mindful deliberation and serious attentiveness to his opinions.
Feifei thinks he is so fortunate to have such a good, upstanding man who is willing to suffer and endure his long speeches on self discipline and restraint.
At the end, Feifei is happily satisfied by Yuan's earnest behavior.
As a precaution against invaders, Feifei wrapped himself with his blankets, and went over to Yuan and sat on his lap. His arms around Yuan's neck.
"Thank you for listening." Feifei kissed Yuan's lips lightly and smiled brightly at him.
Yuan smiled back.
He also wrapped his arms around Feifei's waist and began to give him small kisses on his chin and to his neck. Then a peck to his lips.
"Any reward?" Yuan asked hoarsely.
Feifei went stiff as he immediately put up all his guard. Then he vigilantly looked at Yuan. His eyes sharp.
"What do you want?" Feifei narrowed his eyes at him as if in warning.
"Give me what I want to eat."
Food! Feifei patted his chest in relief.
His body began to relax and he starts to smile brightly again.
All happy.
He even kissed Yuan on the lips.
"Whatever you want to eat, I will serve it to you myself!" Feifei declared smugly.
Yuan choked.
"No backing out."
"Never!" Feifei raised his chin haughtily.
"You eat what I also give you."
"Of course!"
The cunning wolf slept with a sly smile on his lips.
The lamb is not even aware of the trap he, himself, helped to dig.
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Yuan got up and carefully extracted himself from Feifei's limbs.
Recalling the memory of Feifei's promise, a filthy smile appeared on Yuan's face.