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They’ve barely even started, but Fang Duobing is already panting, a sheen of sweat on his skin, his face flushed a lovely pink. His eyes are even a little wet, a testament to how Li Lianhua is pushing him.
For anyone else, what they’re doing might not be pushing, but for his sweet, eager Fang Duobing, making him go slow is near to torture.
“Tonight,” Li Lianhua had said, kissing him sweetly, “Tonight, you’re going to do exactly as I say. We’re going to take things nice and slow. Don't do anything I don’t tell you to do, alright?”
Fang Duobing had eagerly agreed, as eagerly as he does most things when Li Lianhua is concerned, and Li Lianhua had wondered if perhaps Fang Duobing didn’t fully take in what he was saying.
He’s certainly thinking about it now as he’s naked, kneeling on the floor in front of a mostly clothed Li Lianhua, face buried in his crotch. He mouths at Li Lianhua’s cock, hard in his trousers, but he isn’t allowed to touch, not yet. Li Lianhua listens to the sweet sounds of his little huffs and sniffs.
“You always want to go too fast, Xiaobao,” Li Lianhua says, petting his hair, “Tonight is about teaching you to slow down and enjoy every part of fucking me, especially the parts before the actual fucking. You’re going to use all your senses, and I’ll be the one to tell you when we’re moving on. Understood?”
“Ye—Yes.”
“Good boy.”
Fang Duobing shivers, a little moan leaving his throat. There’s nothing inherently wrong with the way they usually fuck. Li Lianhua has no problem with a good hard and fast fucking, but sometimes he wants something a little slower, a little more intimate and sweet and lazy. Fang Duobing is just so eager, so desperate to please that he just likes to jump right in and go for it and do that all night. (Oh, to be young and have such a short refractory period again!) Tonight, though… Tonight will be all about what Li Lianhua wants.
He’s given Fang Duobing a list of instructions to start, and he expects them to be followed. He can’t touch himself. Li Lianhua had made that very clear at the outset, one of his cardinal rules for tonight. The other is that he cannot touch Li Lianhua unless Li Lianhua says so, and even then only in the exact way that he says. He knows it will be difficult for Fang Duobing to obey, but he hopes that, at the end of the night, Fang Duobing will feel rewarded.
For now, Li Lianhua is content to watch his sweet lover nuzzle and mouth at his cock, not allowed to do more than smell him right now.
“Lianhua,” he whines, “Lianhua, please—”
“Please, what?”
“I need you. I need you, Li Lianhua, please, I need—”
“You have me, Xiaobao,” Li Lianhua tells him, petting his hair some more, “You have me right here. I’m just not letting you have your way with me like I usually do.”
Fang Duobing merely whines again, burying his face into Li Lianhua’s crotch.
“Is it too much?” Li Lianhua asks softly, “Do you not like it? We can stop this and—”
“No, no, I don’t want to stop. You want this, and— and I want to be better. I know I go too fast but I just— I want you so badly, Lianhua, I love you so much that I can’t control myself. I want all of you, all the time, as soon as I can, and that means I go too fast. I want you to make me slow down for you.”
He looks up at Li Lianhua as he says it, his eyes earnest and wide and beautiful. How can Li Lianhua do anything but what he says?
”Such a good boy for me,” Li Lianhua murmurs.
He keeps Fang Duobing in this position for a little while longer, until Li Lianhua’s cock is fully hard, and then he orders Fang Duobing to strip him.
“Slowly. Take your time. I want you to think about what the fabric feels like in your hands, the weight of it. I want you to carefully set them aside, folding them, hanging them, making sure they’re all put away one by one. I’ll tell you when you can touch me after that.”
It’s clearly a struggle for Fang Duobing. His hands shake finely as he removes each layer of Li Lianhua’s clothing, doing as he was ordered and carefully setting aside each piece where it belongs. Li Lianhua will definitely reward him if he keeps being so good.
After several minutes, Li Lianhua is just as naked as Fang Duobing, and he’s ready to push him a little more.
“Hold my waist,” Li Lianhua murmurs, “and don’t do anything else. I’m going to kiss you exactly how I want to.”
Fang Duobing’s hands immediately mold to his waist, almost bruising, his eyes glued to Li Lianhua’s. Li Lianhua brings his own hands up to cup Fang Duobing’s face, holding him gently. There’s a soft whimper as Li Lianhua brushes his lips over Fang Duobing’s, half-teasing, and Li Lianhua does that a few more times before fully pressing his lips to Fang Duobing’s. He feels those desperate fingers tighten on his waist, feels Fang Duobing’s whole body twitch.
With a smirk, Li Lianhua tells him, “This is what I enjoy, Xiaobao… This is foreplay, This is my favorite part of sex. I could do this all night and not even have sex and still feel so good.”
“Lianhua, Lianhua, I’m trying so hard,” Fang Duobing whines, his hips bucking so that his cock rubs against Li Lianhua’s hip, “I need you so bad—”
“Patience, Xiaobao… be patient, and you’ll get everything you need from me. I promise.”
He presses his lips more firmly to Fang Duobing’s, once, then twice, before pulling back and telling him, “Open your mouth for me.”
Fang Duobing does so, making it easy for Li Lianhua to lean in and slowly lick into his mouth, kissing him carefully, pulling back whenever Fang Duobing forgets himself and tries to take over. He lets his tongue explore Fang Duobing’s mouth, takes his time, dragging out every little movement. Maybe one day, he’ll do a little experiment and see if he can get Fang Duobing to cum just from kissing him.
“Please, Li Lianhua, please, I need to fuck you,” he begs, “I need—let me put it inside, please, Li Lianhua—”
“Shh, you’re alright,” Li Lianhua soothes him, kissing away a frustrated tear, “You’re doing so well, being so good for me. Do you want to cum? Will that help?”
“Yes, yes, please, I—I wanna cum!”
Li Lianhua takes a moment to think about how he’d like to do this, decides that he’ll be the one to make Fang Duobing cum, and he’ll do it in his own time. He tells Fang Duobing to lay down, adjusting him the way he wants, before oiling up his fingers. He kisses Fang Duobing again, murmuring, “I’ll make you cum, Xiaobao, I’ll make you cum just from my fingers. Don’t touch yourself. If you do, I’ll stop. Understand?”
“Ye—Yes, I won’t touch.”
“Good. I’m putting my fingers in now.”
He starts with two. Two will be all he needs. He has no doubt that Fang Duobing is going to cum quickly once Li Lianhua starts touching that spot inside him. It’s easy to find the little bump, even easier to get Fang Duobing writhing and gasping and panting. His hands are fisted in the bedding, his knuckles white. It doesn’t take long at all for Fang Duobing to cum hard, thick streams of white spurting from his cock and striping his belly and chest.
Li Lianhua leans down to lap some of it up, licking and mouthing at Fang Duobing’s still hard cock. It makes Fang Duobing cry out, but Li Lianhua soothes him with a kiss, telling him, “Xiaobao, Xiaobao… you’re being so good for me. You didn’t touch yourself at all, and now look, you’re still so hard for me.”
He kisses the tears from Fang Duobing’s cheeks, then straightens up, straddling Fang Duobing. Reaching behind him, he takes the thick cock in hand and rubs the head of it against his hole, alternating between that and preparing himself with his fingers. It doesn’t take him long.
“I’m going to put your cock inside me, Xiaobao,” Li Lianhua says, a little breathless, “Just remember, we’re going at my pace. Hold my hips until I tell you differently. You’ve been so good, Xiaobao, so good for me. Be good a little while longer.”
Fang Duobing nods, looking absolutely debauched: his skin flushed from his face to his chest, his eyes wet, his lips bitten and red, his chest heaving, cum still splattered on his skin. Firm hands grip Li Lianhua’s hips, holding tightly.
Another little tease, and Li Lianhua pushes the head of Fang Duobing’s cock into his hole, slowly sinking down until it’s fully buried inside him. He loves this, the feeling of being so full, wants to savor it. Usually, Fang Duobing sinks in and then starts fucking right away, desperate both to please and get pleasure. So for a moment, Li Lianhua doesn’t move. He can feel Fang Duobing twitching beneath him, and he can sense how badly Fang Duobing simply wants to flip them both over and fuck Li Lianhua into the bedding.
“You feel so good inside me,” Li Lianhua tells him, “You’re being so good… I’m going to show you now that it’s good to go slow sometimes. Are you ready?”
“Ye—Yes. I’ll be good.”
Li Lianhua leans down to kiss him, taking care to make sure his cock doesn’t slip out, and then he finally moves. He doesn’t move a lot, mostly just grinds and rocks, giving the both of them just enough friction to feel good. The slow, minimal drag is intoxicating, and Li Lianhua falls into a good rhythm. Fang Duobing’s fingers tighten on his hips. He’s breathing heavy again, his eyes glazed over with arousal.
After a few minutes of this, Fang Duobing’s hips jerk up briefly, just a reaction of his body, nothing he could really control, but he starts apologizing, words pouring from his lips, “I didn’t mean to, Lianhua, I didn’t, please, I’ll be good, I’ll be—”
“Shh, Xiaobao, you’re alright,” Li Lianhua pants, still moving slowly, “I know you didn’t mean to. You’re being good, being so patient. You can touch me anywhere but my cock.”
It’s not something Fang Duobing needs to be told twice. One hand stays pinned to Li LIanhua’s hip, but the other darts up and starts groping Li Lianhua’s chest, pinching and rubbing at his nipple. It makes Li Lianhua moan, but he doesn’t change his pace, not until he starts to tire.
Only then does he say, “Xiaobao, Xiaobao, you’ve been so good. I’ll let you take over now, but you still need to go slow. If you go too fast, I’ll tell you to stop, and I expect you to listen.”
“Yes, I’ll listen.”
They manage to flip positions without Fang Duobing needing to pull his cock from Li Lianhua’s hole (although Li Lianhua’s own cock twitches just thinking about the pathetic sound Fang Duobing would have made if he’d had to), and then Li Lianhua is on his back, Fang Duobing between his legs.
“Count to five each time you push in and each time you pull out,” Li Lianhua tells him, “I’ll be counting, too.”
Fang Duobing obeys beautifully, so beautifully that Li Lianhua tells him he can count to three instead of five, and once he’s got his rhythm set, Li Lianhua stops counting himself. He allows himself to get lost in the pleasure of being fucked nice and slow, Fang Duobing taking his time.
“Just like that,” Li Lianhua moans, “Yes, Xiaobao, keep—ah!—keep fucking me just like—just like that…”
Going more slowly, Fang Duobing can fuck him deeper, reaching every spot inside him that feels good, until Li Lianhua can do little else but moan and gasp.
“Close… I’m close, Xiaobao,” he pants, “Make—Make me cum, make me cum—oh!”
Fang Duobing grinds into him, and Li Lianhua cries out, knowing he won’t need to touch himself to cum. A few more of those deep thrusts, and Li Lianhua does cum, his cock twitching and spurting, his body arching up off the bed. Fang Duobing isn’t a selfish lover. He’ll do whatever he can to make Li Lianhua cum even once he’s finished, but it’s rare that Li Lianhua gets to cum while Fang Duobing’s cock is still in him.
Reaching up, he pulls Fang Duobing down for a kiss, one that’s sloppy and passionate, both of them grabbing desperately for each other.
“So good,” Li Lianhua says breathlessly, “So good for me. You went nice and slow just like I wanted, and so now you can cum again, XIaobao. Fuck me however you like and you can cum inside me—”
Li Lianhua’s voice cuts off as he moans, Fang Duobing kissing and fucking into him, his hips rocking quickly. He’s moaning too, mostly Li Lianhua’s name, until he also twitches and cums, spilling into Li Lianhua’s hole. They kiss again, more softly this time, uncaring of the sticky mess between them.
“Xiaobao, Xiaobao… that was so good. I can’t wait to do this with you again. Would you like that?”
“Mn, I would. I liked… I liked how you told me what to do,” Fang Duobing admits, “and I like you telling me that I’m—that I’m being good.”
“Then we’ll do it again soon… and since you like being told what to do, go get a cloth and clean us up. I’m all sticky…”
With a smirk, Fang Duobing does just that, and once they’re all cleaned up, Fang Duobing curls up next to him, the two of them falling asleep.