Lack of love chapter 23

Perhaps it was the ambiguous atmosphere in the dim office, or perhaps it was the influence of Yan Hao’s deep and sexy voice. Zhong Qiran unexpectedly didn’t want to push Yan Hao away. He felt his warm breath on the sensitive skin behind his ear. His mind became muddled, continuously echoing the words the doctor had told him in the morning: “Try more… Try more… try more…”

If trying more could really make things better, how could he refuse? But this was the office…

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Yan Hao teasingly asked with great patience. With their bodies so close, Yan Hao naturally noticed how nervous Zhong Qiran was.

“Yan Hao…” Zhong Qiran’s resistance was already weakening, but he still said, “Your mother said not to come home too late.”

“Since when do you listen to her?” Yan Hao lightly sucked on the reddened skin beneath his ear, feeling him tremble slightly, and then he licked it with his tongue.

Zhong Qiran moaned, finding it difficult to think clearly. “Can we not do this here? Let’s go home, please…”

“No.” Yan Hao purposely left a hickey mark in that spot. “This is your punishment for keeping secrets from me.”

Zhong Qiran thought that since he couldn’t escape, he might as well go all the way. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath as if making a determined decision, and decided to give it a try.

He held onto Yan Hao’s neck, turned his head, and took the initiative to press his lips against Yan Hao’s.

Yan Hao paused for a moment but quickly responded, pressing his body against Zhong Qiran’s, reclaiming dominance. Their lips and tongues fiercely entangled, neither yielding to the other.

While kissing, Zhong Qiran also distractedly observed Yan Hao. He keenly felt Yan Hao’s hotter kisses and eager touches, as if something was on the verge of bursting forth with his actions…

Yan Hao bit his lip, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down.

Zhong Qiran whimpered and felt Yan Hao’s fingers teasing his nipple through his shirt, “Don’t… don’t touch me like this…”

“But you like it.” Now Yan Hao could easily say things that made him feel embarrassed.

Zhong Qiran knew his face must be red, but luckily it was too dark in the office to see anything clearly.

“Where do you want it? The sofa or the desk?” When Yan Hao asked this question, he already had an answer, as he felt Zhong Qiran tremble when he said the last word. He picked him up and walked toward his own desk.

“Just wait, are you serious?” Zhong Qiran didn’t dare struggle too hard because he was afraid of falling, and his pants were still stuck at his ankles.

“When have I not been serious?”

Yan Hao made Zhong Qiran lie down on the desk, surrounded by the files he had just organized, and pushed them back. He pulled off Zhong Qiran’s pants and positioned himself between his legs.

Zhong Qiran glanced at the nearby things and immediately deflated, “No, I can’t face those files tomorrow…”

“Right now, you should be thinking about something else.” Yan Hao stared at Zhong Qiran, grasping his crotch that had already responded between his legs, and skillfully stroked it along the shaft, pressing on the tip.

“Ah…” Zhong Qiran’s breathing immediately became rapid, and his legs tensed up. He seemed to see the flickering flames in Yan Hao’s eyes but couldn’t meet his gaze. However, when he turned his head slightly, he noticed a detail, “Did you lock the door?”

“No one will come in at this hour.”

“Yan Hao… mmm…” Zhong Qiran couldn’t find the words to speak anymore. The pleasure was all in Yan Hao’s hands. He tilted his head back, twisted his waist, unable to resist no matter how hard he tried to evade.

They had done role play before, but the current Yan Hao seemed to be a bit more daring. At least, he did something Zhong Qiran thought he would never do. It was never this publicly. Zhong Qiran said this sentence once before, but at the time he thought it was because of their long-lost relationship. But many things could be discerned when he thought about them now. Yan Hao would subconsciously look for stimulation when he thought he felt something. It was an instinctive reaction. Just like people who are short-sighted and can’t read the words on the book clearly, they will look closer; just like a cook with impaired taste, in order to distinguish the taste of food, he will eat sweeter and saltier food.

Yan Hao did not deny this point, he noticed his strangeness, and naturally wanted to recover, but he could only use this method to confirm his true feelings. “I don’t know how to treat you.” Yan Hao’s voice was very soft, as if it would disappear at any time, and it was like a lingering love story, “I’m afraid I’ll break you.”

“Wooo …” Just after Yan Hao finished saying this, Zhong Qiran released the semen in Yan Hao’s hand, and the part that was not caught flowed down the genitals to his behind. Zhong Qiran didn’t see it, but in the darkness, Yan Hao’s eyes seemed to soften when he looked at him. Yan Hao spread his legs apart and stuck his semen-stained fingers into his back hole. Zhong Qiran suddenly groaned, his body was itchy and numb. He had just experienced an orgasm, and now he became very sensitive to touch and was still in place.

“It’s okay… Hurry up…”

Their bodies were already well-fitted, and every in and out could spark mutual pleasure.

Zhong Qiran completely forgot about locking the door, raised his head, and moaned comfortably.

Yan Hao tightly grasped his leg and nailed him under him, leaving Zhong Qiran nowhere to escape.

The pleasure kept accumulating, and Yan Hao suddenly slowed down and stopped giving him more intense stimulation, “Is there anything else you haven’t said to me?” 

Zhong Qiran was dissatisfied and sobbing loudly, he just wanted to kick Yan Hao, “Give it to me first…”

“Talk first.” Yan Hao grabbed his waving hand.

Zhong Qiran briefly explained he previously talked to the doctor and explained what they talked about on the phone.

Yan Hao didn’t know what he was thinking, and asked suddenly: “So you wanted to have sex with me during the meeting in the morning?”

“That’s not the point…”

Zhong Qiran felt that the more he explained, the more blurred the focus, so he stopped talking, “Enough… Do you want to do it again…”

“I can give it to you as many times as you want.”

He carried Zhong Qiran down and let him lie on his desk. Zhong Qiran didn’t even have the strength to refuse, so Yan Hao entered from behind, “I can’t… I can’t…”

Yan Hao took off his shirt, kissed his bare back, but suddenly the phone rang.

Zhong Qiran turned his head to look at Yan Hao’s mobile phone aside, the caller ID was Yan’s mother. Yan Hao picked it up, as his crotch was still deep in Zhong Qiran.

Zhong Qiran moved his body, wanting Yan Hao to let go, but was pushed slowly by the man holding his waist.

It was so quiet in the office that the voice on the other end of the phone was almost audible. Zhong Qiran heard Yan’s mother complaining, and chattering about something. Yan Hao was holding the mobile phone in one hand, but the other hand held Zhong Qiran’s waist in position in front of him.

“Hmm…” Zhong Qiran almost cried out when his sensitive crotch was suddenly grasped. He turned his head and glared at Yan Hao, but was pushed back viciously by the man.

“Woo…” He really couldn’t help crying out this time.

Yan’s mother on the phone seemed to have noticed it too, “What’s the sound?”

Yan Hao said a few words, then hung up the phone quickly, threw the phone aside casually, and quickly thrust into Zhong Qiran’s body.

As soon as Yan Hao hung up the phone, Zhong Qiran couldn’t hold back his voice immediately, “Wait, slow down…”

Yan Hao suddenly blurted out: “My mother told us not to go home too late.”