New Life : A Second Chance Chapter 524
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✿ Mild BL scene. Skip if you're uncomfortable ✿
"But I can't be with you," Xing Han said, "I'm being selfish right now, I know. I should stay away but I missed you. So much. I ... "
Xing Han couldn't finish his sentence as Nitocris had turned and claimed his lips.
At that moment, Nitocris didn't care about the future.
All that was important, right now, was that his little puppy loved him.
All that played in his mind was his little puppy saying 'I love you'. Those words echoed in his mind over and over again, and his heart just burst.
So he kissed his little puppy, completely and utterly without restraint.
And his little puppy returned his kisses.
Xing Han opened his mouth willingly, letting Nitocris have his way as his tongue plundered inside. His hands were on Nitocris's naked chest, and his legs were getting weak as Nitocirs expertly manipulated his way around.
This was so much more intense than the 'lesson' Nitocris had given him before. This time, Nitocris didn't stop and kept on kissing him as his hands roamed all over his body.
Xing Han couldn't help the low moaning at the back of his throat from escaping and that only fueled Nitocris to be more aggressive. Before Xing Han knew it, he was now lying down on the bed, with Nitocris above him.
Both of them were breathing heavily, and Xing Han could feel Nitocris's hard-on, on his own crotch. That only made him shiver, and he licked his lips as he gulped. Nitocris's eyes seemed to darken further at that move, and he leaned down to kiss him again.
After a few minutes of the deep, intense kissing, Nitocris suddenly stopped and got up, his breathing ragged. Xing Han was on the bed, blinking in confusion.
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Why did he stop?
Nitocris sat at the edge of the bed, closing his eyes as he tried very, very hard to calm himself down. He couldn't even look at his puppy that was on the bed, looking so delectable and his for the taking.
But he couldn't.
Not only was his puppy a minor, but he had also just confessed. How could he devour his puppy right now? He had to reign in his desire, and it was not easy.
Xing Han looked at Nitocris's back, and came over to hug him again from behind. His hands brushed against Nitocris's hard-on, causing him to jerk a bit.
"Xing Han," Nitocris managed to croak out, "Please stop that. I am trying very hard to restrain myself."
"But …" Xing Han said innocently, as he touched Nitocris boldly, "This must be so uncomfortable. Let me help you."
Nitocris turned to look at his puppy.
"Help me?" Nitocris asked, "Are you sure about this?"
Xing Han nodded vigorously, blinking innocently.
Nitocris groaned.
He said it before, and he'll say it again. His little puppy is lethal.
He looked at Xing Han's crotch, "What about you?"
Xing Han blushed and tried to hide it, but Nitocris just smiled, oh so sexily. He brushed his fingers upon Xing Han's cheek, leaned down and kissed him again. Without breaking his kiss, Nitocris lay down in front of Xing Han, his hands going into Xing Han's pants.
Xing Han gasped at that, and Nitocris released Xing Han's lips, saying, "We'll do this together."
Xing Han felt his eyes roll back to the back of his head upon feeling Nitocris touch on his c*ck, stroking it.
Ok, so the feeling is completely different than when you're doing it yourself …
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Gingerly, Xing Han did the same for Nitocris. Nitocris had already unbuckled his pants and pulled it down a bit, so Xing Han had easier access.
It was the first time he was touching another c*ck besides his own, and he was a bit nervous. Nitocris watched all the expressions on his little puppy's face and he smiled.
His little puppy was just so cute!
When his little puppy's hands wrapped itself around his c*ck, Nitocris immediately kissed him passionately, while increasing the strokes on his little puppy's c*ck. Xing Han learned quickly.
Whatever Nitocris did to him, he mimicked.
It didn't take long for both of them to reach their climax, and Nitocris gave a slow smile, satisfied. Xing Han looked at the mess they had made and he bit his lower lips again.
"This is such a mess," he lamented.
Nitocris got up, took his shirt from the laundry basket and wiped his chest. Xing Han was looking at his own shirt, now stained and Nitocris grinned.
"Join me for a shower?" he invited.
"Er …" Xing Han hesitated.
"Don't worry. Just a shower," Nitocris replied.
"Okay!" Xing Han readily agreed.
Xing Han was soon to learn not to trust Nitocris whenever he said 'just'…
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After the shower - and another round - Nitocris said to Xing Han as they lay on his bed, "From tonight, you will sleep with me."
"In my room," Xing Han insisted, "Your hours are not stable and I don't want to be waiting inside your room until you get back."
"Since I know you're waiting for me, I would be back for dinner," Nitocris replied, kissing him briefly, "I can't let my little puppy wait now, can I?"
"Huh? What did you call me?"
"Puppy," Nitocris said softly, kissing him all over the face, "Adorable, obedient and innocent. My fluffy bundle of joy."
Xing Han pouted.
"I need to give you a nickname too then," he mused, thinking hard, "I know! Cookie!!"
Now it was Nitocris turn to look flabbergasted, "Cookie?! In what way do I resemble a cookie?"
"You know, like Oreos?" Xing Han said excitedly, "The crunchy biscuit on the outside and the sweetness inbetween? You look tough, but is actually so sweet."
Xing Han looked at Nitocris with loving eyes, "Cookie."
Nitocris grinned.
It didn't sound so bad coming out from his little puppy's mouth.
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