King of Classical Music 142.2

Min Chen’s tender kisses fell between Qi Mu’s eyebrows. Each was delicately placed like he held something precious in his arms. He kissed every inch lovingly, and the young man’s lashes brushed against his skin, feather-light. He pressed his lips to Qi Mu’s ear and stroked his tongue along the younger man’s earlobe, teeth nipping the edge.

“En…”

Qi Mu’s sensitive skin flushed a brilliant red. He’d never been so thankful he hadn’t turned on the lights. At least… the man couldn’t see his scarlet cheeks.

Min Chen continued to nibble at his ear, his hands sliding low on his waist. His thin sweater offered meager resistance to his touch, rubbing against his skin. Every caress warmed his body, intensifying his sensitivity.

Faint murmurs escaped Qi Mu’s lips, “Hmm… mmm…”

Min Chen’s dexterous hands slid the sweater up Qi Mu’s thin waist and along his bared flesh. Curiously, a finger brushed his right nipple and kneaded into it.

“Mmm…”

He quickly sealed Qi Mu’s soft moan with his lips. The light was dim, and Qi Mu’s eyes squeezed shut, but despite, or perhaps due to, the darkness, he felt Min Chen’s hands on his chest all the more clearly.

“Ah…”

The roughened tips of Min Chen’s fingers teased his sensitive skin, drawing yet another moan from him, but before it could be released, the man had already swept him into another kiss. By the time he was let go, Qi Mu was breathless.

Somewhere along the way, Min Chen had stripped him of his shirt.

Something warm and wet touched his chest, and his eyes blew wide open. Min Chen was bent over him, licking and sucking at his nipple.

“Nnn… Min Chen, be gentler…”

Min Chen grasped his hip in response, and tingling pleasure pooled in Qi Mu’s chest. As the touch lightened, crisp, numbing delight swept to his brain along teased nerves.

The man’s hand slid low to curl around his length, and he continued to lick sweet, red bites into the most vulnerable parts of Qi Mu’s body. “Hnnn… Min Chen, lighter…”

Precum dribbled from the tip of his length as everything only increased his sensitivity, and Qi Mu leaned back against the piano keys. They were cold in startling contrast to the heat pressed against his front, but all his sensory attention was focused south where Min Chen touched, stroked, and kneaded him. “Enn… Min… Min Chen…”

Dizzy from the stimulation, he grabbed hold of Min Chen and dragged him closer into another hot kiss to seal away the uncontrollable urge to moan.

Saliva escaped their mouths from the desperation of their kiss, and both their skin flushed an ambiguous, bright color. Their breath lingered in the sparse distance between them, Qi Mu was all the more helpless in Min Chen’s hands. His low, unrestrained moan faded into a deep whine.

The kiss had started with him, but it did not end with him.

Min Chen’s long fingers dipped low and teased his balls. He rolled them gently, and the fatal pleasure rolled up Qi Mu’s spine and his eyes threatened to roll back in his head.

“Ah… Don’t… mmm…”

And they were kissing again. He could only groan helplessly as Min Chen rubbed, tugged, and thoroughly teased the most sensitive part of his body. The pleasure built there, steady and strong, until white delight emerged in totality.

“Ah, ah… ah… ah. Ah! …”

It had grown too much too fast, and his release splattered so high a few drops reached Qi Mu’s chin.

White flashed against white, but he was in no state of mind to notice as his tongue blindly darted out to lick it away.

Min Chen’s eyes darkened above him as blood surged into his lower body.

This time, it was impossible to stop.

Qi Mu, who had released once already, regained his awareness and lifted his gaze to look at the man that held him. He was stunned, for a moment, at what he saw in those deep eyes, but then he smiled and reached for him.

There, Min Chen was already hot enough to scorch, but through the thin cloth, Qi Mu’s fingers tentatively traced his shape. Qi Mu was a little surprised at first, then he became a little eager to please.

The bench was long, about a meter and a half, and when Qi Mu laid down on it, the leather chaffed against his sensitive back.

Min Chen laid over him in the opposite direction and Qi Mu’s fingers gently caressed the man’s large, engorged cock. Despite it being so close to his face, he couldn’t see it clearly in the dim light, but he could feel it——

It throbbed.

If I turn on the light, I’ll know what it looks like…

Qi Mu considered it, and heat flooded his belly. He shivered, suddenly understanding what Min Chen intended to do.

His soft, hot mouth wasn’t comparable to his rough fingers, and the intense pleasure of being enclosed in such a tight, warm place had Qi Mu feeling faint. Hazily, unconsciously, he followed Min Chen’s scent to mimic his actions. He swallowed thickly and opened his mouth.

“Hmm…”

Min Chen froze above him. He could hardly believe the soft touch of Qi Mu’s tongue, but the increasing pleasure building in him washed away the surprise. He stretched a little and coated one hand in lubricant then stroked along the insides of Qi Mu’s thighs——

Probing in without warning!

Qi Mu stiffened at the sudden intrusion, but Min Chen’s deep voice coaxed, “Relax… ah…”

He tried to soften his muscles, but neither did Min Chen let him go so easily. He slowly retracted his finger and plunged it back in, stroking along Qi Mu’s insides.

At the time, Qi Mu had no idea he was searching for something. All he knew was the gradual shift from awkward intrusion to steady pleasure. His throat seized up.

The younger musician stroked Min Chen’s large erection with his fingers. He couldn’t fit it in his mouth, and only the tip of his tongue could roll over it as he teased it with his hands. Min Chen’s musk filled his nose and mouth, and Min Chen’s mouth returned to his erection as he stretched Qi Mu wider. Qi Mu couldn’t help his contented moan.

He pulled off Min Chen’s shaft, which was coated in transparent fluid. Like a lotus root, a thread connected it to the corner of his mouth. He couldn’t tell if it was precum or more saliva, but it didn’t matter.

“Ah… softer, Min… lighter, ah…”

Suddenly, Qi Mu seized from head to toe. His toes curled, eyes wide, and sparks flew along his spine as Min Chen swallowed his entire length.

Min Chen returned to his senses at the shrieking groan and prodded Qi Mu’s half-erection. At Qi Mu’s response, he pressed into him with his fingers, one quickly doubling, then a third, and a fourth…

Each drag of his fingers was an imitation, a mockery, of intercourse, strong and intense, stroking each point within.

Qi Mu could hardly handle the man anymore and collapsed onto the piano bench, groaning.

Just as Qi Mu thought he was about to reach another orgasm, already flutteringly light——

Something split him in two straight to his core.

“Ah… ugh, hnnn…”

The painful cry eased the urgency of Min Chen’s erection, almost withering.

Even with intense preparation, four fingers could not compare with a penis.

Min Chen settled in, nestled inside Qi Mu’s delightfully warm passage, and frowned, stooping to kiss the young man’s shuttered eyes. “Does it hurt…?”

In all honesty, the shock of pain lasted for only a moment, more for stretching so suddenly. When Min Chen drew out, Qi Mu only felt a strange emptiness. Especially as Min Chen’s large cock dragged over his sweetest spot. Qi Mu shivered and clung to him tighter.

“No… come back, ah… harder… ahhhh…”

With that kind of encouragement, Min Chen’s eyes darkened, and he pushed back in. Every thrust in forced him as deep as he could reach, and every time he pulled out, the tip rested at Qi Mu’s entrance, suckled by his lover’s contracting desire.

It felt more and more like deadly pleasure, drawing the strength from Qi Mu’s body, and he collapsed into Min Chen’s embrace. That fatal taste of ecstasy built on the tip of his tongue, on the tip of that engorged penis.

“Ah… Ah… Ah… There… I’m almost there….”

Prostate rubbed red and raw from the friction, his pleasure swelled from within, and his body softened, making each plunging thrust all the smoother.

Min Chen kissed the man under him, tender as his deep thrusts were powerful. He despaired, for a brief moment, that no one had turned on the light. Each tug of his erection dragged Qi Mu’s hole outward, and each time he thrust back in, it caved with him.

The sound of his thrusts were abrupt in the quiet piano room, but they were too immersed in lust to care.

“Unnn… Min… Min Chen… Ah…”

“Qi Mu… nnn…”

“Ah, ah… Ah, ah, ah…”

Nearing his end, Min Chen pulled him up and flipped them over. The shift numbed Qi Mu from top to bottom. He clung to Min Chen’s shoulder.

“Mmmm!”

Min Chen uttered a sigh of satisfaction and held Qi Mu’s waist, easing him up then down again. At first, he was gentle, but each thrust grew in force. Under the easy influence of gravity, his entire length was swallowed by Qi Mu’s small hole and stroke that incredible sea of sparks.

Qi Mu held him feebly, voice lost in a low groan. His erection rested against Min Chen’s waist, precum glossing his skin. His back, undulated with disaster, each squelch adding to the ambiguous melody.

In, out.

In, out.

This one, primitive motion took away all of Qi Mu’s resistance. On the next fatal thrust, he moaned.

“I want to…” he gasped into Min Chen’s ear, “Nnn… I want to… Min… ah…”

The man’s thrusts only grew fiercer.

“We… together, un…”

“Min… ah, ah, ah, Min Chen…”

 “Qi Mu… Mm… I love you…”

“Un… I love you… Ah… Ah… Ah…”

With another high-pitched groan, white erupted from Qi Mi’s lower body and splattered their chests. His intestines, too, seized around Min Chen’s length, constricting it.

Min Chen uttered a guttural hum, and his semen coated Qi Mu’s insides.

“Nnnn…”

Qi Mu trembled with the intense heat, waves of pleasure wracking his brain. The experience entirely separate from his ejaculation shuddered through him, and he collapsed onto Min Chen in a heap.

He groaned as Min Chen’s breaths came in rough pants against his ear.

Min Chen didn’t pull away for a long time, letting his softening erection press against Qi Mu’s stimulated prostate. Only after his hole started overflowing did Min Chen pull out and let everything flow down Qi Mu’s white thighs.