The Big Shot and His Brothers All Love Me - Chapter 2

Meng Fang’s voice was a bit light, a bit low, but like the man himself, it carried a weight that could not be ignored.

Lian Yuan confirmed that he hadn’t misheard, the meaning likely held no ambiguity.

The skin his fingers touched was very hot.

Soft, yet elastic.

Could it be that he was some kind of chosen one? That whatever he wanted, he received? For instance, the sudden appearance of such an outstanding man who wanted Lian Yuan to touch him?

In the old house, the heating wasn’t very effective, and the windows leaked air. Lian Yuan’s pajamas had to be long-sleeved and long-pants.

But at this moment, the temperature of Meng Fang’s body seemed to transfer to him, making him feel a bit flustered with heat.

Meng Fang’s eyes stared heavily at Lian Yuan.

Lian Yuan kept his eyes lowered, glanced up at Meng Fang once, and then looked down again.

His eyelashes were thick and black, making any movement obvious. His skin appeared even fairer and more delicate by contrast, possessing a kind of clean, worldly detachment.

He asked slowly: “Are you single?”

Meng Fang did not answer the question, he instead put his arm around Lian Yuan’s waist.

Directly behind Lian Yuan was the wall.

The man pressing against him was tall and sturdy, making him feel as if his entire being was enveloped. Breathing became difficult, and his heart was racing. It truly felt like what was written in books—as if it were about to jump out of his throat.

He turned his face away, not letting him kiss his lips.

Meng Fang kissed Lian Yuan’s earlobe; the touch was cold and soft: “Single.”

He didn’t ask Lian Yuan.

This person, who looked white and soft as if he would leak juice with one squeeze, had already revealed enough through that small bit of stubbornness for one to glimpse his status.

Lian Yuan looked into Meng Fang’s eyes, confirming he wasn’t lying.

He had a bit of a miraculous talent in this regard—his intuition was very accurate. Although Meng Fang’s eyes were pitch black and deep due to the backlight, he likely hadn’t lied.

That was enough then.

He raised his hand, wanting to do something like Meng Fang was doing.

But since he had no experience, he followed his heart and touched the bridge of Meng Fang’s nose. It was really high, and exceptionally straight—very handsome.

Meng Fang grabbed Lian Yuan’s hand and kissed him down—a straightforward, long-driving intimacy, forceful and violent.

Lian Yuan tried to respond in kind; he was a bit weak, but at least there was some back-and-forth.

The other party was too passionate.

However, Lian Yuan still couldn’t be particularly focused.

The things in his head were a mess; his mind was very active, not just on the act of being kissed.

He was already used to this.

It was as if he could never fully get into character.

He remembered that the curtains in the living room weren’t drawn. The distance between buildings wasn’t wide; someone outside might see.

But even after raising his hand several times, he couldn’t reach the living room light switch.

In just a few minutes, one shoulder had already been pulled out of his pajamas. It was pressed against the wall, very cold.

Meng Fang originally thought Lian Yuan was just uncomfortable. Later, he glanced up for a second, reached his hand out from the hem of the other man’s clothes, and slapped the switch.

Darkness brought peace of mind.

Lian Yuan became obedient.

As the continuous kisses moved down from the unbuttoned pajamas, he politely asked Meng Fang: “Can I touch?”

Meng Fang paused, then chuckled: “You can.”

Lian Yuan then formally and solemnly placed his hands on him.

He touched his parts, Meng Fang kissed his parts.

Somehow they rubbed and shuffled their way from the living room wall all the way to the bedroom, but the moment Lian Yuan touched the bed, he rolled inside the quilt, covering his body which was now only in pajama pants.

Fortunately, the bedroom curtains were drawn.

His quilt cover was pink, and the bed was spread with a fluffy blanket that felt velvety and exceptionally comfortable to the touch.

Seeing him hiding away like a quail with eyes glistening with moisture, Meng Fang suddenly wasn’t in such a rush.

Even though he truly felt like he was going to explode.

On a psychological level—one layer higher than the physiological impulse—something soft suddenly welled up.

He walked to the bedside, pulled the person toward him through the quilt, and kissed him slowly.

It was like an extremely hungry predator discovering that what he had caught was a delicacy, a cute little snack; he had to suppress his appetite and enjoy it leisurely.

Lian Yuan was very sensitive to changes in people’s emotions.

He reached out from the quilt and hugged Meng Fang’s neck, kissing his jaw: “There isn’t any…”

Meng Fang: “What?”

Lian Yuan: “That thing. I don’t have it at my house.”

After that, the kissing was restricted to just kissing. Lian Yuan took a moment to order a delivery.

He had never bought them, but he had some impression of the names of several famous brands. You don’t know until you buy, but they are truly expensive; easily dozens or even a hundred yuan.

But thinking it was his first time, and seeing how noble and expensive Meng Fang looked, he decided to spend a little.

He simply picked the most expensive one on the electronic shelf.

To his surprise, after ordering, he had to select a size. This was Lian Yuan’s blind spot in knowledge. He rolled over and handed the phone to Meng Fang.

Being interrupted again, Meng Fang took a bite of the delicious snack’s shoulder. It wasn’t too heavy. He scanned the screen, and after a hesitation so brief that Lian Yuan’s slow-paced tracking couldn’t catch it, he selected the largest size.

Although Lian Yuan’s house was old, it was in the city center—the kind that was constantly on the verge of being demolished but never was.

The delivery arrived in less than twenty minutes.

Meng Fang rose quickly, pulled his precarious bath towel tight, and went out.

Lian Yuan checked the time: 3:00 AM.

This was truly a fighting through the night situation.

Too surreal.

Soon he had no time to think of anything else. The box was tossed onto the quilt, and Meng Fang knelt there on one knee to unwrap it.

The plastic seal was too tight; he bit it open with his teeth.

Lian Yuan wanted to say that this was a bit unhygienic, but before he could, Meng Fang had already realized the problem and went to the living room to get a cup to rinse his mouth.

A pink quilt, a deep blue small sachet.

Lian Yuan felt a strange sense of shame. Although he was about to use it, he was too embarrassed to touch it.

Meng Fang returned quickly, then turned the opened box upside down. Several small sachets scattered out. He held the box and looked at it.

He seemed to be reading… the instructions.

Lian Yuan: “……”

It couldn’t be what I think it is, right?

But Meng Fang looked like the type who was battle-hardened, self-assured, and exceptionally capable. Extremely manly, extremely able to take charge.

Whether on or off the bed.

Lian Yuan had a soft personality and took things as they came. He really admired people with Meng Fang’s traits. The reason the progress was so fast today wasn’t just because of Meng Fang’s face.

Or was it that Meng Fang simply looked down on this brand?

Just like the vegetables he delivered to Meng Fang’s house that couldn’t be found on the market—were the things Meng Fang used also things not found on the market?

A few seconds later, Meng Fang went to the living room to find his overcoat, took his phone from the pocket, and opened the browser to search for ‘precautions for the first time of male-to-male sexual life’.

He said as he did so: “Just replying to a message.”

Lian Yuan didn’t speak. He watched Meng Fang after he returned and said peacefully and tolerantly: “If you regret it now, you can stop. It’s okay with me.”

It really was okay with him.

Even if the sky fell right now, it could be okay, let alone just…

Meng Fang lifted the quilt and went in, pushing the intimacy ten times more passionately than before: “It’s not okay with me! Just today, just now, just you. It’s useless even if you regret it now!”

He spoke with a steady ruthlessness, and the strength in his hands matched it.

It didn’t hurt, but the sensation was quite substantial.

Lian Yuan was drowned in it, his hands wandering and touching at will. The old house had poor soundproofing, so he tried to keep his whimpers low.

When Meng Fang was putting on the tool, he watched with some curiosity.

And then he discovered his clumsiness.

This clumsiness suddenly made this noble, handsome man seem cute in a way that existed alongside his forceful and deep nature.

He secretly bit his lower lip, suppressing a laugh.

Meng Fang was very sharp. He tilted his head and glanced at him, saying nothing.

But that one look made Lian Yuan really want to run away.

Everything that followed was a mixture of urgency, occasional friction, unexpected comfort, and a pain that was slightly more painful than imagined.

Lian Yuan felt like the bed frame was going to fall apart.

At times, he felt Meng Fang might suddenly transform or something—into some giant beast that would swallow him in one bite.

Otherwise, how could he have such a well-dressed aristocratic vibe while wrapped in a bath towel, yet be such a beast, crashing and thumping so wildly inside his soft pink quilt?

During the first time, Lian Yuan somewhat understood why so many people were obsessed with this.

The second time was so intense his brain felt like mush.

By the time Lian Yuan felt that Meng Fang was being easier to talk to, his limbs had no strength left. He could only press his forehead against Meng Fang’s sweat-drenched neck: “I want to bathe, please…”

He was begging Meng Fang not to come again, and also begging for help to be carried to the bathroom or something.

His whole body was damp and uncomfortable.

Later, Meng Fang took Lian Yuan to the bathroom. He carried him, horizontally. In such a small house with only a few steps to walk, he still stopped to play for a long while.

In Lian Yuan’s view, it was playing—pinching here, kneading there, like a child who had received some toy.

He was powerless to resist, both sleepy and tired. He kept his eyes closed and let whatever happen, happen.

After reaching the bathroom, he stood leaning against the tiles and spoke to Meng Fang, who was waiting at the door, telling him the blanket was no longer usable. Underneath the blanket were new sheets, just by pulling the blanket off, they could sleep cleanly.

Because it was cold, Lian Yuan had spread a blanket on top of the sheets.

Their earlier messy activities had all taken place on top of the blanket. The blanket was quite thick, so the sheets underneath should be clean.

Meng Fang didn’t hear Lian Yuan’s words clearly and pushed the door open to come in.

Lian Yuan didn’t notice. While dozing under the shower, he talked about the bed again: “The bed is about to fall apart. Let’s just leave it for today, okay?”

Then he heard Meng Fang’s voice: “Okay.”

Lian Yuan opened his eyes. It actually didn’t help much, he only got one look at Meng Fang before being forced to face the wall.

Meng Fang pressed against Lian Yuan from behind, raised his hand to brush back the wet hair from his forehead—revealing a smooth forehead and eyes that were a bit red, swollen, and watery—and asked him: “Will the wall fall apart?”

Lian Yuan: “Probably not. Although it’s an old house, the buildings from back then were made with genuine mater—”

He didn’t realize in time.

Afterwards, he truly experienced just how sturdy a wall could be.

Lian Yuan hadn’t expected that just by being curious about this kind of life, he would go from being a starving person to being stuffed like this.

To the point of being over-full.

He also thought about the bathroom walls.

When he first moved in, the hygiene of this house wasn’t very good, likely because it was frequently rented out.

At that time, Lian Yuan had painfully paid for a cleaning lady to clear away the years of grime, and then he had personally wiped everything again—including the windowsills, the desk, the kitchen, and the bathroom walls.

The bathroom tiles were wiped very clean.

He was flipped over and then flipped back again, until he was flipped to the point of knowing nothing at all.

The last thing that appeared in his mind was a piece of social news—for example, a certain young man surnamed Lian passing away due to that, triggering the ridicule of the entire society.