Singer

Enveloped in music and surrounded by beauty, such a splendid night – should it really go to waste? Long Zichen pondered, recalling those nights back in China when he couldn’t help but complain. However, he hesitated to interrupt Jian Jie’s work, feeling a deep sense of distress.

Another half-hour passed while he waited. Suddenly, Jian Jie set the script aside. Long Zichen’s eyes lit up with anticipation. As Jian Jie stood up to head to the bathroom, Long Zichen quickly seized the opportunity, seizing Jian Jie’s vacated seat. Clutching the script, he meticulously examined it over and over, his attention focused on any potential intimate or kissing scenes.

The moment Jian Jie returned, Long Zichen inquired eagerly, “You don’t have any kissing scenes, right?”

“Probably not. My character doesn’t share that kind of close relationship in the movie,” Jian Jie responded as he sat down next to Long Zichen.

“Great,” Long Zichen replied with a cheerful grin. Without delay, he leaned over and rested his head on Jian Jie’s shoulder, abruptly adopting a serious expression. His suggestion was delivered with an air of innocence as if he were petitioning for global harmony: “I overheard on set today that Director Paul enjoys altering the script during filming. What if we practiced a few intimate scenes just in case?”

He looked at Jian Jie expectantly, his gaze pure and candid, as though his plea were for the greater good. Jian Jie blushed at his antics but recognized his playful spirit, so he nodded in agreement.

“Before filming a kissing scene, many actors will brush their teeth or chew gum out of respect,” Long Zichen grinned, mischief evident. “I’ve brushed mine several times—pardon me, I’m coming, Xiaojie!” he exclaimed, enthusiastically moving in closer.

Climbing onto the sofa, Long Zichen straddled Jian Jie’s legs, his arms encircling Jian Jie’s neck. Their bodies pressed together, their lips met, and their breaths mingled. Their separation was delayed, as Long Zichen kissed Jian Jie with abandon, his heart racing. Determined not to let the night conclude uneventfully, he tentatively extended the tip of his tongue to make contact with Jian Jie’s teeth, aiming for a more adventurous move.

Jian Jie felt a flicker of surprise, sensing that Long Zichen was unusually fervent tonight, even more so than usual. His cheeks warmed as he struggled to find his breath. However, being in a relationship, any level of intimacy between them felt natural. Though bashful, he didn’t resist.

Engulfed by profound affection, the two kissed fervently, seconds blending into minutes. Though it seemed like an extended period, in reality, only a few minutes had passed before Long Zichen finally lifted his head. They separated slightly, both breathing heavily, their smiles deep and genuine.

At this moment, they saw only each other. With a gentle smile, Jian Jie’s presence seemed to invigorate Long Zichen once more. He lowered his head to shower kisses on Jian Jie’s face, from his forehead to his chin, reminiscent of a family member who adored Jian Jie the most.

“Brother Chen, what’s going on?” Long Zichen’s sudden kiss left Jian Jie baffled, but it wasn’t an unwelcome sensation.

As Long Zichen lifted his head, his eyes brimming with longing, he gazed at Jian Jie with anticipation. After a couple of deep breaths, he anxiously broached, “Xiaojie, I was thinking… could we take it a step further? It can be really wonderful!”

After a moment of initial bewilderment, realization dawned on Jian Jie about Long Zichen’s intentions, and his face ignited with a fervent blush. “Well, I’m okay with that, but I’m not sure what to do…” His words were hushed, yet in Long Zichen’s ears, they seemed to resonate like celestial music, igniting a tremor of excitement within him.

“I’ve looked up some information; let’s explore this together!” Long Zichen excitedly took Jian Jie’s hand and led him to the bedroom. “Shall we lie down and give it a try?”

Unable to deny Long Zichen’s buoyant enthusiasm, Jian Jie dutifully followed him into the bedroom. The suite was impressively opulent, adorned in a vintage style, and boasted a king-sized bed. Long Zichen prompted Jian Jie to sit by the bedside, strolled over to switch on a wall lamp, and then turned off the overhead light with a deft movement. Fearing the brightness might discomfort Jian Jie, he opted for softer illumination. In an instant, the room was bathed in gentle radiance, kindling an ambiance of intimacy.

Sitting there, Jian Jie’s demeanor was contemplative. Foreseeing what lay ahead, he felt a mixture of reluctance and apprehension to look directly at Long Zichen. Paradoxically, this composed appearance of Jian Jie only fueled Long Zichen’s uncertainty. Overwhelmed by emotion, he moved closer and pushed Jian Jie onto the bed, initiating a tender sequence of kisses. His lips wandered across the fair expanse of Jian Jie’s chest, lightly brushed against his abdomen, and trailed down his lean legs. Just as they neared his chest, Jian Jie gently halted Long Zichen’s advances.

Concern laced Long Zichen’s hoarse voice as he inquired, “Don’t you like it?” Anxious that Jian Jie might not be comfortable with such an intimate gesture, his chest tightened in anticipation.

Propping himself up on his elbows, Jian Jie averted his gaze and responded in hushed tones, “Lying here, it feels somewhat odd, a bit awkward…” Though he couldn’t entirely articulate the reason, he intuitively felt the current posture to be unnerving. The abruptness of the situation had left him disconcerted.

Long Zichen, gaping for a moment, suddenly grasped the issue at hand. Despite Jian Jie’s gentle disposition, he was still a young man who had never experienced a same-sex relationship. Lying in such a way and letting someone else “take charge” created discord with the ingrained gender dynamics he was familiar with. It was something he wouldn’t immediately feel at ease with.

Prepared for such hurdles, Long Zichen swiftly proposed, “Xiaojie, could we perhaps try a different position?”

Guiding Jian Jie to lie down beside him, he rolled over so that Jian Jie was positioned on top, “Does this feel better? You can take the lead, and I’ll follow.”

With a quick motion, Long Zichen discarded his pajamas, eagerly examining Jian Jie from head to toe before outstretching his arms once again, feigning vulnerability. Fearing Jian Jie might not be ready for physical intimacy with someone of the same sex, Long Zichen wondered how long their relationship could endure without that compatibility. He no longer held faith in purely platonic affection; it seemed unrealistic to him.

Observing from above, Jian Jie’s gaze settled upon Long Zichen, who lay before him, his vulnerable and slender form exposed, evoking a softness that was unprecedented. Although Jian Jie felt a tinge of embarrassment, a swell of compassion also surged within him. He remained silent, as Long Zichen had already initiated the embrace, pulling their heated bodies together.

The tender touch kindled a sensation of joy as Long Zichen’s fervent caresses roused emotions in the young man’s body. As these sensations mounted, Jian Jie noted the shift within himself, his cheeks flushed.

A desire to retreat welled up, but Long Zichen abruptly clasped him, entreating, “Little Jie, stay, I’ll guide you.” With that, Long Zichen took charge of the situation, his touch rhythmically engaging with the transformed part of Jian Jie.

Soon, Jian Jie’s limbs turned weak, and he rested his head on Long Zichen’s face, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. With Long Zichen’s scorching breath in his ears, emotions surged within him as well. Long Zichen was also caught in the throes of emotion, his own ardor manifesting physically. Temporarily setting aside his own sensations, he devoted himself to ensuring that Jian Jie would find pleasure in this experience.

Meanwhile, Long Zichen perceived the touch on his sensitive area, not his own but Jian Jie’s, even though it remained unmoving. Yet, it was enough to elicit gasps from him, his control teetering.

“Xiaojie, if it’s uncomfortable for you, we can stop,” he whispered, rubbing his cheek affectionately against Jian Jie’s, adjusting Jian Jie’s undergarments slightly, and syncing their motions. He felt content that Jian Jie was open to such closeness, and he couldn’t fathom letting Jian Jie take on all the roles.

As they comforted each other, the intensity surged for Jian Jie. This was his first encounter with such passion, and its allure intoxicated him, momentarily obliterating the outside world from his mind. Eventually, a crescendo was reached, and the culmination of built-up pleasure was released in a rush. Overwhelmed, Jian Jie lay upon Long Zichen, eyelids half-lowered, relishing the aftermath. Similarly, Long Zichen reveled in the moment’s euphoria. Regaining some strength, he turned his head, peppering kisses on Jian Jie’s face and neck.

“Bath, Brother Chen,” Jian Jie softly proposed.

Long Zichen was taken aback. He wrapped his arms around Jian Jie, reluctant to part, and initiated a playful charm offensive, advocating for more: “Xiaojie, this isn’t enough! Just once more, I haven’t truly savored it yet! Let’s experiment with a different approach, they say it’s even more enjoyable!”

It was almost ten o’clock, bedtime for Jian Jie. Yet, after their recent experience, he was disinclined to turn Long Zichen away. He consented, and Long Zichen eagerly fetched some paper towels, lubricant, and condoms from the bedside drawer. He returned to Jian Jie’s side with great anticipation.

Jian Jie, perplexed, questioned, “What’s all this for, Brother Chen?” The tools were foreign to him.

Long Zichen, a bit sheepish, decided to set aside his discomfort for the sake of their shared path. Clearing his throat, he leaned in to explain in hushed tones, a blush creeping over Jian Jie’s cheeks as he listened.

“In that case, Brother Chen, won’t it be uncomfortable for you?” Jian Jie inquired, his voice barely above a whisper.

Long Zichen, fueled by fervor, brushed off concerns about minor discomfort. He peppered kisses on Jian Jie’s face, assuring him, “It’s alright. Preparedness should negate any discomfort. The lubricant I got is effective. I’ll help you put on the condom again.” Long Zichen instructed Jian Jie to sit at the head of the bed, kneeling before him to guide the restorative encounter. The sight of Jian Jie’s tender innocence stirred a primal urge within Long Zichen, and he was resolute in his intent.

Jian Jie was taken aback by Long Zichen’s bold actions. The direct stimulation of his sensitive area through the hot, moist mouth left Jian Jie momentarily speechless. The urge to push Long Zichen away surged within him, but his efforts were met with unwavering persistence. Long Zichen was determined to make this an unforgettable first experience for Jian Jie, employing every tactic to ensure his success, though it remained uncertain if he had any actual skill in this matter. He proceeded, maintaining a continuous, albeit patternless rhythm with his mouth, while his hands busied themselves.

Applying a lubricant to his fingers, Long Zichen prepared himself, though his inexperience led to a slow and deliberate process. Frustration gripped him, and he regretted his lack of preparation. He could hardly wait any longer; a sensation had built up. Rising with a smile, he addressed Jian JiJie, saying, We’re almost there, let’s give it a try!”

Hurriedly assisting Jian Jie with the protection, Long Zichen positioned himself on the bed with legs spread and a cheerful expression, invitingly stating, “Little Jie, go ahead.”

However, his laughter quickly subsided. As Jian Jie entered, Long Zichen experienced firsthand the reality of the idiom “blossoming back.” Despite the discomfort, he bore it without complaint, urging Jian Jie to continue. The lingering pain was preferable to the thought of prolonging the process.

Jian Jie was fraught with tension, perceiving Long Zichen’s discomfort. The sweat that coated them both was evidence enough. Slowly, he inserted the majority of his organ into Long Zichen’s body. The sensation of complete union was marvelous, fostering a shared consciousness where each movement sent tremors reverberating through their bodies.

Tears lingering in his eyes, Long Zichen encouraged Jian Jie to quicken the pace. Overwhelmed by impulse, Jian Jie followed instinct, relentlessly assaulting the firm barrier again and again. Like swirling waters, they rocked together, producing a symphony of moans. Finally, they converged like a river meeting the sea, their unity now unbreakable.

Time seemed to stretch on, and eventually, they slumped, facing each other in an embrace. Fatigue and contentment weighed heavily on them.

Amidst this blissful reverie, Long Zichen’s solemn voice pierced the silence, inquiring repeatedly, “Xiaojie, how do you feel? Are you comfortable? Is there anything you dislike?”

Inexperience led Long Zichen to approach this like a formal meeting, unintentionally killing the mood.

Awkwardly, Jian Jie replied, “It’s fine. I don’t dislike anything. I’m going to shower.” He hastily retreated to the bathroom, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Long Zichen couldn’t help but laugh at himself. His earlier inquiries now seemed rather foolish. A sense of longing overcame him; he wished Jian Jie had invited him for a shower together if nothing else. Reflecting, he realized sleep had abandoned him, and he rose clumsily from the bed, making his way to the bathroom, hoping for a chance at intimacy.