The Next Prince, Special Chapter 1 pg3
The Next Prince, Special Chapter 1 pg3
“You smell... sweet.” Charan whispered into the cute ears and licked with his tongue, making the young man’s consciousness go blank, making him utter a shaky voice filled with desire, pleading for him to kiss him.
“Oh... Phii Ran, please... Ah, I beg you.” As Charan hesitated and did everything slowly, his finger was forced into the entrance of love and then pulled out. Khanin was now in dire straits.
He let out a shaky voice, pleading with Charan to come out, his face now totally forgetting about the awkwardness, due to his desire and strong emotions which now overflowed, urging him to plead with Charan for more.
What can I do for you?”
“Help me...”
“How?”
“Love me a little, love me a little more.” Knowing that if he didn’t take action, he might get hurt, but now Khanin can no longer bear it. The longing and desire are too much to endure.
The young man tentatively asserts himself, awkwardly removing the shirt to reveal the white body to the older lover. The darkness no longer seems like an obstacle. When the soul’s desire reaches its limit.
Charan almost doesn’t say anything else, the young man grasps and kisses the cheek while also slipping the hot fingers into the path of love, causing the thin body to tremble.
“Ah...” The bright lips reveal a faint gasp that steals the air, the eyelids drooping from Charan’s control.
Khanin allowed the older one to explore with his hot tongue and taste the sweetness, while the upper part responded to the love with Charan tongue. As for the lower part... Khanin groaned as his legs spread to follow the hot fingertips moving in and out of him.
The rhythm is sometimes slow and sometimes fast, according to the pace of the seduction... making Charan almost lose consciousness.
The young man bites their lip tightly, struggling with their expression of love, now thinking of withdrawing the words that make them feel confused.
Khanin did not intend to seduce, but it is a natural desire of the other party to melt him without resistance.
“Phii Ran... not there... sensitive.”
“Yes?”
Not with your fingers… Please...” The soft and sweet whisper near the ear makes the heart tremble. Charan can’t speak, and the condition becomes more severe and heavier when he hears the next sentence.
“Nin...”
“I want you... now.”
It’s like the sound of a gong freeing a great lion from captivity. Charan withdraws his fingertips, his big hand unbuttons his garment, revealing the contracted and tempted muscles.
The young man reached out and searched for something under the pillow, before finding an object that made both sides burst into laughter and laugh at each other.
The emergency condom packet that the older one had prepared was taken out, they both knew how to predict a situation like this in advance. Therefore, it’s not surprising that Charan would carry such things.
Though the person doesn’t talk much usually, now acts like a negotiator and seduces each other when in the role of a smiling enchantress. Charan kisses the clear cheek and whispers a few words before handling the protective gear.
When finished, he slowly inserts himself in the warm and soft channel.
“Too naughty... oh.” Khanin raised his hand and pressed the older one’s abdomen for relief of the permeating his shyness, but it’s not easy for someone like Charan.
The handsome face moved closer to rub against the hot lips, while the left fingertips gently played with the nipples of the beautiful breast, diverting the attention for the young one.
A talented person in both theory and practice never loses their reputation, but the only ache is the tension that once existed, slowly dissipating, instead replaced with an exciting feeling.
The twitching love hole is calling out. Khanin doesn’t speak, but the reaction stimulates the mood, making Charan almost unable to endure waiting calmly.
One of the big man’s hands lifted a slender white leg onto the bed rail, causing Khanin to collapse on the big back bed, his beautiful body twisted, with tears in his eyes. When another person began to move slowly and cautiously.
“Oh my...”
“Don’t tighten up... Nin.” whispered the person through the white guy’s mouth.
Khanin closed his eyes tightly, just as Charan began to intrude into the warm, soft path.
Charan gritted his teeth, holding his breath and patiently waiting for the sweet passage to relieve the compression. The young man moved rhythmically, before beginning to call out sweet nothings into his lover’s ear.
“Jesus… fuck… again.” Khanin had no idea what Charan was doing to his body, as if he was magically controlling both his body and mind. Khanin tugged at the bedsheet, muffling himself while the older person whispered softly.
“Shh... don’t make a sound, someone might hear.” polite words clashed with cruel actions. Charan did not let up, intensifying the rhythm of love and causing the younger person’s eyes to roll.
Khanin lifted his face, trembling from being pinched from frustration, his thin fingers on his face to hold back sound.
He wanted to argue but he could only hold the blame for the older man in his heart. It was all he could do since there were only Khanin’s moans left... something he couldn’t control
“Hush... uh, ahhh... I can't stop... ahhh...”
Phii Ran you are so wicked... speaking so softly, giving me such sensation... who could resist.
It felt as if he could read his mind. Charan seemed to slow down, giving Khanin a moment to catch his breath before his waist was locked.
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