Fang Juexia stared at the line of text on the screen, a solitary bedside lamp casting a dim, yellow glow, shrouding his blank mind.
He wanted to reply, but his fingers felt stiff. Whatever he said seemed wrong. He stood frozen for a long while, until a knock sounded at the door.
Uninvited, like the moon itself.
Fang Juexia didn’t think twice. He dropped his phone and walked barefoot toward the hallway entrance. He didn’t even have time to turn on the hallway light, feeling his way along the wall until he reached the door.
“Who is it?”
Through the door, he recognized Pei Tingsong’s voice—deep yet tinged with boyish glee. “Me. Who else?”
Darkness swirled before Fang Juexia’s eyes. His hand found the doorknob, yet hesitation seized him. Bare toes instinctively dug into the floorboards.
“It’s so late. Aren’t you going to sleep?”
Suddenly, he heard a thud—Pei Tingsong pressing his forehead against the door.
“I miss you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible through the crack in the door.
Fang Juexia couldn’t bear to refuse him, so he opened the door.
In the darkness, an arm wrapped around his waist. The door closed behind them. He was led stumbling along, pressed against the hallway wall. Behind him was the cool surface of the wall; before him, a warm chest.
“Didn’t you miss me?” Pei Tingsong murmured, his head lowered as he nibbled his earlobe.
His hoarse voice carried a gritty texture that scraped at Fang Juexia’s heart. It felt so ticklish. Fang Juexia turned his head and gave a soft hum.
Of course he missed him.
Thinking about how he’d just been fantasizing about Pei Tingsong’s clothes, Fang Juexia felt a bit embarrassed. He pushed him away, felt his way along the wall to the light, awkwardly picked up the jacket from the bed and placed it on the sofa, then sat down on the sofa beneath the window himself, one leg bent, arms wrapped around his knees.
“Didn’t you want to see the moon? Go ahead.”
Pei Tingsong smiled as he stepped inside, his eyes fixed on Fang Juexia. He wore a pure white short-sleeved pajama top and shorts, his two long, pale legs exposed. The moonlight outside the window bathed his entire body in a soft glow, like a flower blooming in the night, pure and beautiful.
He walked to Fang Juexia’s side and sat cross-legged on the carpet. Grasping Fang Juexia’s ankle and his pale foot, he asked, “Aren’t you cold? Walking barefoot on the floor? Are you a little kid?”
Being called a child by an actual child didn’t sit well with Fang Juexia. He tried to pull his captured leg free, but Pei Tingsong applied a bit of force, preventing him from succeeding. So Fang Juexia could only lift his other leg, pressing his heel against Pei Tingsong’s shoulder to push him away.
With no leash around his neck and his injured hand hanging down, Fang Juexia felt safe enough to push harder.
“You’re getting more and more stubborn.” Though the words were spoken, his tone was incredibly gentle. He turned his head and kissed the foot pressed against his shoulder. Under the moonlight, he kissed from the ankle up the calf, with utmost tenderness.
Fang Juexia felt a flutter of panic and tried to pull his leg back, but Pei Tingsong grabbed his wrist and yanked him into his embrace, wrapping his arms around his back.
“Pei Tingsong, what are you doing?” ” He tried to struggle, but Pei Tingsong pulled his legs apart and wrapped them around his waist, while his arms slid around the back of his neck.
“Nothing,” Pei Tingsong replied, cradling Fang Juexia as he carried him to the bed. He bent down to lay him on the mattress, then leaned over to press himself onto him. “Just looking at the moon.” “He kissed Fang Juexia’s cheek. ”The moon is on you.”
Nose brushing against skin, Pei Tingsong’s voice was low and husky. “Your face is a little warm. It feels so good to kiss you.”
Each of his words left Fang Juexia at a loss. The tickling sensation made him squint, “Please stop talking.”
“How could I? I’m a rapper,” Pei Tingsong chuckled. “Kissing is the only way to shut me up. Want to try?”
His invitation was unmistakably direct. Fang Juexia blinked once, as if making up his mind, then leaned in to kiss him.
When their lips met, it felt like magic. The desire burning within them finally connected, like intertwined breaths. The hormones and passion of youth mingled, heating the cool moonlight until it wrapped around them, shielding them from the cold.
Fang Juexia loved kissing, loved the sensation of Pei Tingsong’s tongue probing inside him. Minty freshness flooded in, licking the soft, vulnerable mucous membrane, grazing the smooth, sharp edges of his teeth. Parts of their bodies merged and tangled. Pei Tingsong’s hand slipped beneath Fang Juexia’s shirt, pressing against his soft lower back. Slowly, it traced upward along the hollow of his spine, his palm exploring the smooth skin until it burned.
Late nights were always quiet. The sound of water spilled from their entwined lips and tongues, echoing back to their ears like a meandering tide of desire, punishingly intensifying Fang Juexia’s craving.
Blurred vision, oxygen deprivation, and a faint trace of alcohol created hallucinations for Fang Juexia. Images of being pinned beneath Pei Tingsong’s pursuit of dominance, his coat draped over his face, and now this overwhelming kiss—all three scenes merged into one, layered only with escalating desire.
Pei Tingsong’s tongue stirred within Fang Juexia’s kiss. He loved kissing deeply before pulling away, just long enough to gaze at Fang Juexia. His lover looked most beautiful in the throes of passion—lips slightly parted, exhaling hot breath, eyes veiled in a luminous, dewy sheen.
Pei Tingsong kissed his birthmark again, his hand kneading his skin as he asked in a deep voice, “Why are you so beautiful, hmm?” Unable to resist, he kissed that spot once more—the most vibrant part of his entire being.
Fang Juexia breathed softly, wrapping his arms around Pei Tingsong’s back without speaking. Yet his hand slipped beneath the cotton pajamas, his palm pressing against Pei Tingsong’s skin—an unmistakable signal of longing.
“You’re making it impossible for me to resist.” Pei Tingsong kissed his forehead, his eyes, and the tip of his nose.
Fang Juexia stroked his spine, his tongue flickering out to lick the corner of his lips. “Can’t resist what?”
His voice carried a sharp, icy chill. When he spoke between breaths, it held a forbidden, forced quality that only heightened the urge to destroy.
“I can’t resist teasing you.” Pei Tingsong’s tongue slipped inside again, prying open his teeth, returning to that warm, moist space. He seemed intent on memorizing every detail of Fang Juexia’s mouth, licking and kissing each spot with such meticulous care, tangling his tongue around Fang Juexia’s and refusing to let go. His hands slid from behind to the front, his palms caressing up. Fang Juexia was more sensitive than he’d imagined, shuddering at this alone.
“Mmm…”
Pei Tingsong pulled away, saliva stretching into a long silver thread, glistening in the moonlight.
“Are you scared?”
Fang Juexia was dizzy from the kiss, unaccustomed to such direct collision of desire for the first time. But he shouldn’t be afraid—he had researched it thoroughly. So he shook his head, his clear eyes fixed on Pei Tingsong. “I looked it up online… some stuff about this…”
Pei Tingsong paused, then laughed. He quickly clarified, “I’m not laughing at you. I just think you’re adorable.”
“Isn’t it logical to research?” Fang Juexia reasoned. “Unknown things become known only through learning.”
“You’re right. Preparing in advance is wise.” Pei Tingsong lowered his head, his nose gently brushing against Fang Juexia’s. “Teacher Fang, teach me.”
The title was utterly embarrassing, and Fang Juexia’s face flushed instantly. “H-how could I teach you?”
Pei Tingsong kissed the soft skin beneath his ear. “You can train me however you like. I’m a pure, untouched virgin anyway.”
It was an outrageously bold claim.
Fang Juexia’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he nervously licked his lips. He had no idea how to train someone, only that they were completely unprepared and couldn’t do it now. “We can’t do it yet…”
“Do?” Pei Tingsong pretended ignorance while kissing his neck gently. “Do what? Have sex?”
Fang Juexia hadn’t expected such bluntness. He froze, eyes widening in surprise. Pei Tingsong lifted his head just in time to see his reaction, finding it utterly adorable. He teased further, “So you want to have sex with me, huh?”
Those two words kept stabbing at Fang Juexia’s heart. He wanted to deny it, because it was too blunt, but denying it would mean lying.
He could only repeat himself once more, “Not now… We haven’t prepared anything, and your hand is still injured.”
“Take it slow. We don’t have to go all the way the first time.” Pei Tingsong propped himself up on his injured elbow, not fully pressing his weight onto Fang Juexia. He kissed Fang Juexia’s lips gently, teasingly, never deepening the kiss. His other hand began undoing the buttons of Fang Juexia’s pajamas, one by one.
Not going all the way… What did that mean?
Fang Juexia burned with heat from his kisses, his precarious sanity torn apart by hormones. His hands weakly grasped Pei Tingsong’s, yet couldn’t stop his actions. He felt like an unwrapped ice cream bar, anxious and worried his flavor might be too ordinary, afraid he wouldn’t like this taste.
What he didn’t know was that Pei Tingsong was going mad with desire. He couldn’t resist kissing down Fang Juexia’s slender neck, licking his exposed collarbone and snow-white chest. Fang Juexia tasted sweet—his tongue, his skin.
“You’re so beautiful.” Pei Tingsong had no technique, only an overflowing love that threatened to burst. Because he loved him, he loved every inch of him, wanting to kiss and lick every part. “How can you be this beautiful?”
Fang Juexia was so pale, even his nipples were a delicate pink. Tiny and soft, they hardened under his kisses, like budding flower stamens. Pei Tingsong flicked his tongue against one. Fang Juexia shuddered violently, clutching Pei Tingsong’s head.
“Like it?” Pei Tingsong lifted his head to kiss him. When they parted, Fang Juexia felt a pang of longing. “…I want to kiss it.”
“I know, but your lower nipple is pitiful too. It wants to be kissed as well.”
Pei Tingsong always spoke such shameful words with brutal honesty.
“Don’t… I don’t want you licking there…”
“Really? You don’t?” Pei Tingsong took his nipple into his mouth again, his tongue circling the tip. Fang Juexia was incredibly sensitive, his entire body shrinking back as he let out a cat-like mew. But instinctive shame made him clench his teeth, refusing to make another sound. The next second, Pei Tingsong’s index and middle fingers slipped into his mouth, teasing his soft tongue.
“Mmm…” He’d never imagined being licked there could feel so intensely pleasurable. Fang Juexia’s fingers dug into Pei Tingsong’s back, his grip tightening involuntarily. His legs buckled, toes curling into the bedsheet.
His nipples were already swollen and engorged from the licking, standing erect. Pei Tingsong found it fascinating, shifting his gaze between the two. “They’re so red now. This one looks so pitiful too.” With that, he lowered his head again, kissing the other nipple. He sucked and swirled his tongue around it, his teeth gently grazing the skin, sucking on that tiny little thing until it swelled.
Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth as his fingers moved in and out, mimicking oral sex. Fang Juexia tilted his head back. Without the licking on his chest, his nipples felt cold and frozen. He shifted from passive to active, instinctively licking Pei Tingsong’s fingers and murmuring indistinctly, “Cold… Mmm…”
“Where?” Pei Tingsong deliberately asked, “Tell me where it’s cold.”
Fang Juexia was too embarrassed to answer. He thrust his chest forward, arching his waist, as if trying to offer the two points on his chest into Pei Tingsong’s mouth.
The sight was tantalizing, yet Pei Tingsong didn’t continue to satisfy his desire. Instead, he lowered his head and blew a breath onto his nipple, causing Fang Juexia to shiver violently, his whole body trembling. Pei Tingsong withdrew his finger, now wet with saliva, and smeared the moisture across his nipple.
“Doesn’t this feel like you licked it yourself? So wet.”
“You… you bastard.” It was the harshest insult Fang Juexia could muster. His cheeks glowed with an unnatural flush as he gasped for breath, his body limp as melted snow.
The one thing I never regret is being a bastard. Pei Tingsong accepted his insult as if it were praise, lowering his head to kiss the protruding ribs, trailing downward to kiss his slender waist, finally resting at the hem of his pajama bottoms.
“Brother, have you ever masturbated?” “ he asked casually. After a long pause, Fang Juexia managed a painfully strained, ”Rarely…”
“Me too. I rarely masturbated before.” Pei Tingsong’s hand slid up his leg along the pant leg. “But after falling for you, I do it all the time. Can’t help it. Sometimes I miss you so much, I get hard just thinking about you.”
His shameless words made Fang Juexia’s breath catch, his temples throbbing as if pricked by countless silver needles. Pei Tingsong lowered his head like a predator, biting into the waistband of his pants and tearing it downward.
Fang Juexia nervously reached up to block him. “Pei Tingsong, I’m not ready yet. Pei…”
Pei Tingsong licked every inch of his fingers before guiding them back to his crotch, squeezing him roughly. “Teacher Fang, you’re already hard down there. How can you say you’re not ready?”
Fang Juexia couldn’t help but groan softly. His hand was completely enveloped by Pei Tingsong’s, leaving him utterly powerless to resist.
“Did I misread this? Let’s check.” ” Pei Tingsong pulled down his pajama bottoms, kneading his soft buttocks with suggestive pressure. This was likely the only full part of Fang Juexia’s body. Fang Juexia felt dizzy and lightheaded from the touch, his eardrums swelling, his heart pierced with a hole. Desire seeped out, burrowing outward, leaving an itch wherever it flowed.
His underwear swelled into a bulging mass at the front, with a small damp shadow stained by moisture. Pei Tingsong lowered his head to kiss it several times before pulling the fabric aside. A slender, beautiful penis sprang free, already rock-hard.
“So perky, and you said you weren’t ready. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful all over, more beautiful than the moon.” Pei Tingsong, like a curious child, flicked his fingertips against the tip, his nails grazing the glans oozing pre-cum. Fang Juexia shuddered immediately, his legs clamping together involuntarily. “Stop it. Please, just stop.”
“Doesn’t it feel uncomfortable? You’re already leaking.” Pei Tingsong lifted Fang Juexia up, propping him against the headboard. He switched on a few more lights, instantly flooding the room with brightness, as if to let Fang Juexia see everything more clearly. He bent low, licking the tip of his glans with his tongue. Fang Juexia trembled under the sensation. Pei Tingsong stroked him up and down a few times, his eyes fixed on Fang Juexia. “Blow job?”
Fang Juexia shook his head immediately. “No, please don’t.”
“No means yes. I know that.” So he lowered his head, taking Fang Juexia’s shaft into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tip, then licked up and down the shaft. There was little technique to it, but Fang Juexia had never tasted such stimulation before, especially not while watching the person he loved most perform oral on him. His eyes reddened, so red they nearly merged with his birthmark. His thighs trembled as he gasped out his lover’s name, “Pei Tingsong… Tingsong…”
He loved it when Fang Juexia called him that—it felt like pure adoration. As he licked, he kneaded Fang Juexia’s buttocks. Soon, Fang Juexia arched downward, his thighs trembling as he tried to clamp his legs around his head. His voice cracked, soft and sticky, “I can’t… no, I can’t… let go, Tingsong… I’m going to come…”
Pei Tingsong knew, of course, but he didn’t pull away. He let Fang Juexia release himself into his mouth. He loved Fang Juexia so deeply that he would do anything for him. Watching Fang Juexia collapse limply after finishing, Pei Tingsong rolled over to lie beside him. He turned his head to kiss Fang Juexia, a kiss thick with desire and the taste of semen. Fang Juexia had never tasted anything like it before. He wrinkled his nose, only to be teased by Pei Tingsong, “I don’t mind it, but you’re already disgusted with yourself?”
“No…” Fang Juexia weakly protested, feeling a chill and burrowing under the covers to snuggle closer to Pei Tingsong. Having come too soon, he felt slightly guilty and kissed Pei Tingsong’s jaw. “What about you? Should I help you too?”
As he spoke, he tried to move downward, only to be pulled back by Pei Tingsong’s single hand. Pei Tingsong smiled, licking his ear. “You’re way too eager.” His voice was hoarse with restraint. “…Just use your hand.” With that, he guided Fang Juexia’s hand downward. Fang Juexia was startled. The size beneath was astonishing—hard and hot. The moment his fingers touched it, Pei Tingsong let out a low, breathy groan, his voice dangerously sexy against his ear.
Dry friction felt uncomfortable, so Fang Juexia withdrew his hand, licked it, drew it back with a silver thread of saliva, and covered Pei Tingsong’s shaft again. This series of actions made Pei Tingsong’s eyes burn. He reached out to knead Fang Juexia’s buttocks. “Teacher Fang, how skilled are you at seducing me? Hmm?”
“I’m not…” Fang Juexia’s voice trembled at his sound, his body tingling like electricity. The receding waves of desire surged back, his hands awkwardly stroking Pei Tingsong’s lower body. One hand wasn’t enough, so he used both. Pei Tingsong breathed raucously into his ear with each movement, asking, “What do you like to call a dick? In Chinese.”
Fang Juexia was utterly intoxicated by his teasing, his head spinning. The thing in his hands showed no sign of easing, only growing harder and larger. “I… I don’t know?”
“You don’t know?” Pei Tingsong licked his earlobe, kneading his lower back as his breathing grew heavier. “Teacher Fang, you’ve studied it, haven’t you? Teach me. I don’t know the Chinese word for it.”
Fang Juexia collapsed limp in his embrace. Of course he knew the word—the answer was already forming in his mind. But saying it aloud felt impossibly difficult. He’d never uttered a curse word before, never spoken any term related to reproductive organs.
Pei Tingsong’s hand slid around to the front, teasing the tip without offering relief, merely skimming the surface. “Say it… Say it and I’ll help you release, make you come. Okay?” ” Fang Juexia was pushed to the brink. The agony was unbearable. He craved his touch, yearned for that blissful release like before. Lust had clouded his mind, overcoming his shame.
“Cock… cock…” The words trembled from Fang Juexia’s lips before his own shoulders shook.
“Oh.” Pei Tingsong drawled suggestively, gripping Fang Juexia’s shaft and slowly stroking it. He rewarded him with a kiss on the lips, sending tingles down his spine and melting his body. Pulling away, he licked the side of his neck, his voice husky. “So… how does my cock feel? Big?”
Fang Juexia’s shame had shattered his rational defenses. He melted completely into Pei Tingsong’s embrace, abandoning any pretenses of dignity. He wasn’t some untouched moon, nor was he a pristine soul. He simply wanted Pei Tingsong.
As long as he obediently gave the answer, Pei Tingsong would make him feel good.
“Big…”
His cock was being stroked, pleasure opening every pore in his body.
“Like it?”
Fang Juexia rested his head on Pei Tingsong’s shoulder, kissing his skin. “Like it…”
“Such a good boy.” Pei Tingsong’s hand moved faster and faster up and down Fang Juexia’s shaft, so fast Fang Juexia had already let go, unable to continue helping him. He could only cling to Pei Tingsong’s back like grasping a lifeline, kissing his neck in desperate, frantic passion, gasping for breath, and letting out a soft moan as he came a second time.
He came again, like an uncontrolled milk carton, spilling into Pei Tingsong’s hand and splattering onto his pajamas.
“What should we do…” Fang Juexia’s voice was weak and soft, “You haven’t come yet.”
“Still think I’m inadequate?” Pei Tingsong laughed, his breath hot. “You’ve come twice, and I haven’t even once. That’s endurance for you.”
“Then what should we do…” Fang Juexia seemed too drained to ponder feasibility, merely repeating his question.
“Brother, you really wasted your studies. Finished learning and still a blank slate. Did you even read the papers?” Pei Tingsong flipped him over, smearing his own cum along the inside of Fang Juexia’s thigh before pressing his slender legs together. “Use your legs to help me, okay?”
Tossed onto his back, Fang Juexia felt dizzy and disoriented. “…Legs?” In an instant, Pei Tingsong had entered him, pressing tightly against his back while his hands reached around to caress the nipples on Fang Juexia’s chest. Though only his thigh was entering, Fang Juexia felt as if he’d penetrated deep inside, shattering him with each thrust until his whole body burned.
He gasped for breath, craving a kiss. Turning his head, he begged for one. Pei Tingsong granted his wish, their tongues reaching out to meet in the air, intertwining like mating fish.
“Mmm…” Pei Tingsong’s breath grew heavier, beads of sweat forming on his temples. The intensity of his thrusts matched the restraint he’d held back earlier, each stroke driving deeper. His right hand kneaded Fang Juexia’s chest, tracing from top to bottom, then began stroking Fang Juexia’s shaft once more.
“I can’t… really, I can’t come again…”
“You can, Brother.” Pei Tingsong kissed his nape, accelerating his thrusts. “It feels so good. You like it.”
The massive cock was rigid, thrusting through the gap between his legs, each hard stroke slamming into Fang Juexia’s scrotum and perineum. Fang Juexia had nowhere to escape, forced to endure the assault. He was merely prey—prey that relished being ravaged.
“Ah, Ting Song… slow down. I can’t take it.”
“I know.” Pei Tingsong ground out each word, thrusting with every syllable. He could feel Fang Juexia nearing release, his legs clamped so tightly around him.
“Can we come together? Brother, come with me.”
“Mm, together…” Fang Juexia was soaked in lust, his mind hazy, only able to echo the words. Pei Tingsong’s pace quickened. His lean waist thrust back and forth behind him, like a male animal driven mad by instinct. He pumped dozens of times between Fang Juexia’s legs, already red from friction, until finally, he came. They came together.
Their mingled fluids adhered to their skin, as inseparable as their owners.
Fang Juexia was utterly drained, too limp to even roll over. He let Pei Tingsong embrace him from behind, rubbing against him like a big dog, whispering every sweet thing imaginable. As if that weren’t enough, he was flipped over again, held in Pei Tingsong’s embrace. Kiss after kiss, repeated without end, until both their minds went numb, until Pei Tingsong stopped speaking altogether.
It seemed they could survive on kissing alone.
Love was a necessity, so were kisses, and sex. Their strength returned through kissing, desire conquering fatigue, slowly lifting their heads. So they relieved each other again, until Fang Juexia could give no more, emptying himself completely into Pei Tingsong. He finally melted, becoming a pool of water in Pei Tingsong’s palm amidst lust and moonlight, drifting into a deep sleep.
