Page 31 of He Is My Bride
His boyfriend was surprised at this sudden turn of events, but not displeased.
“Good wife,” he agreed.
Li Ying’s face grew red. He pulled Hanjun’s pants down and saw that his ‘small little brother’ was ready to come out and play from his boxers, pressing against the fabric with its hale red color glaring through it, creating a wet spot around the tip. Li Ying pulled the boxers down, releasing it.
“Make it ready like this.” Hanjun gently held the side of Li Ying’s face, guiding him along as he sat down on the bed.
Li Ying followed Hanjun’s lead and settled between his knees, hands on his thighs. He maintained eye contact, enjoying the look of arousal overwhelming Hanjun’s face when he took him into his mouth.
“Mmh…” Li Ying moaned around the cock, bobbing his head and letting his high ponytail swish along, sucking on Hanjun’s hot, veiny length until the shaft was all slick with his saliva.
Hanjun’s hand caressed his hair, and Li Ying saw him close his eyes and sigh in pleasure as he kept looking up at him from between his lash extensions. He loved to see Hanjun’s pleasure and would have enjoyed finishing him this way, but more than that, he wanted to ride him.
Once Li Ying thought Hanjun ready, he stood up, hitched up his skirt, and pulled down his panties—no tape in the way this time.
Hanjun grabbed Li Ying’s waist and pulled him onto his lap, settling himself lying on the bed with Li Ying straddling his hips. Having had the foresight to place the lube close to the bed soon after boarding, Hanjun reached for the bottle and got some on his hand.
Li Ying helpfully spread his legs for him while Hanjun slipped his lubed-up fingers between his cheeks and rolled them over his hole.
Li Ying sighed at the stimulation, though just a tease for now.
Soon Hanjun’s fingers began pushing inside him, one by one, stretching, preparing Li Ying for him. Hanjun was making the prettything on his lap bite his lip to suppress his moans as he played with his ass. He kept going until Li Ying’s hips were twitching, trying to get more stimulation where he most wanted it, and finally pulled his fingers out.
“Don’t tease me anymore, Hanjun…” Li Ying begged.
“You’re one to talk,” Hanjun said, but Li Ying was not left empty for long before Hanjun grabbed his hips and steadied him above his erect cock. Hanjun guided Li Ying’s hips down until he felt himself sink into him.
“Ah…” Li Ying still tried holding back from moaning, but Hanjun filling him was too good.
Hanjun made Li Ying ride his cock. Li Ying’s own member was peeking from under the skirt’s hem, bobbing along as his ass swallowed Hanjun again and again. Hanjun’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of his thighs, and he thrust in harder and faster, making Li Ying moan louder and louder now as he rode on top of him.
“Hanjun…Ah! What if they hear us?” Li Ying didn’t even try holding back his moans anymore though, as long as he could keep his feminine voice, there was no risk even if someone heard them. Anne and the crew would only know the young couple were enjoying their perks.
“Let them hear.” Hanjun huffed below Li Ying while pounding his hips into him, holding on to Li Ying’s hips to pull him down to meet his increasingly rigorous thrusts.
But the engine was roaring, and they were all the way in the back; no one would hear them, so Li Ying let himself moan louder as his pleasure mounted.
“Ah, ah—Ah?!” Suddenly there was a drop which Li Ying felt all the way in his belly, a sudden sensation of weightlessness, and Hanjun slid almost out of him until just as suddenly—“Oh!”—everything went bump, and Hanjun was thrown back up inside him with a force that almost sent Li Ying flying.
Hanjun tightened his hold of his hips and held him down on his cock firmly.
Li Ying felt that in his gut in the best way possible, and just as it happened again, he orgasmed with a howl of pleasure, feeling like he would pass out from the bliss.
While Li Ying was coming, his inner walls delightfully squeezing around Hanjun’s cock, the plane kept having light turbulence, sending Hanjun in and out of him without any effort on their part. Unable to control himself at all under such circumstances, Hanjun came, too, seeing white.
“Ah…! Nn-nh!” Li Ying kept moaning as he felt Hanjun’s come flood his depths, filling him with warmth.
The turbulence seemed to settle, and they were both left gasping for breath.
“Whoa… What a way to join the mile high club!” Li Ying sighed, lying limp against Hanjun’s chest. “It feels like cheating though, doing it on a private jet with a bed and all.”
“What’s the mile-high club?”
“Oh, Hanjun.” Li Ying kissed him. “Do you think the stewardess would have an extra uniform somewhere? We could roleplay.”
“No.” Not that Hanjun didn’t like to play, but he didn’t have face to ask the crew for something like that.
“You’re no fun.”
