There’s a psycho who has a crush on me

Chapter 69

Luo Changzhou’s gaze only grew deeper and darker at those words, but he said nothing.

The truth was, he had already seen Yu Pei nearly naked earlier in the day at the swimming pool. Although Yu Pei was shirtless now, his pants were still on. Counting it properly, he’d actually worn less in the pool.

Luo Changzhou was never the type of man who was perfectly rational, always calm and composed no matter the circumstances. At least, not in front of Yu Pei.

In front of Yu Pei, he was just an ordinary person, with seven emotions and six desires, capable of both good and bad.

So even though he knew that making love to Yu Pei without lubricant would likely hurt him, no matter how careful he tried to be, his body’s reaction was too honest to maintain the lie his mouth might tell.

When Yu Pei called his name and got no answer, he hesitated for a moment before reaching toward Luo Changzhou’s lower abdomen.

Because of Yu Pei tugging at his clothes earlier, Luo Changzhou’s pants had already slipped down to his thighs. He was wearing black underwear, and the bulge beneath was swollen and straining against the fabric, its shape clearly visible.

Yu Pei, of course, had the same organ himself, but he had never done anything with it. Perhaps because of his illness and medication, his desires were pitifully faint, almost nonexistent. He had never even touched himself. Lowering his gaze to Luo Changzhou’s arousal, he paused, then gently pressed his hand against it.

The instant Yu Pei touched him, Luo Changzhou sat upright, pulled Yu Pei into his arms, and flipped their positions so that Yu Pei was now pressed into the soft bedding.

Looking down at the boy staring straight up at him, Luo Changzhou was at a loss for words.

He parted his lips to refuse, but what slipped out instead was a sigh. “Without lubricant, it’ll hurt you.”

Strangely, the boy who had just been so bold and shameless froze at those words, then his neck and face flushed a faint pink. Whether from arousal, excitement, or shyness, he stammered out, “It’s fine. I’m not afraid of pain.”

Ordinarily, someone saying that might not be believable. But Luo Changzhou knew that if Yu Pei said it, he truly meant it. Not because pain didn’t hurt, but because he had already endured so much worse that nothing else seemed comparable.

Luo Changzhou loved him so deeply that hearing those words only made his chest ache. He lowered his head, gently kissing Yu Pei’s lips, murmuring, “You may not fear pain, but it pains my heart…”

Yu Pei’s heart melted into a sweet mess. He clumsily parted his lips, taking the initiative to let his tongue seek Luo Changzhou’s.

But just as he caught the warmth of Luo Changzhou’s tongue and breath, the man pulled away, leaving only a trail of kisses down his jaw, to his neck, collarbone, shoulder, chest, before finally stopping at his nipple.

That place had never been touched before, so sensitive that a single lick made it harden instantly. Its pale pink color was delicate and beautiful, and Luo Changzhou couldn’t resist closing his lips around it, sucking lightly before grazing it with his teeth, leaving faint marks on the areola.

Meanwhile, his hand slipped easily into Yu Pei’s loose pants, wrapping around his half-hard shaft and stroking it with slow deliberation.

Yu Pei trembled as waves of desire and sensation consumed him. When Luo Changzhou teased his nipple, soft moans escaped his lips. Now, overwhelmed, he arched his body and called out in a daze, “Changzhou… mm…”

“Hm?” Luo Changzhou’s voice was low and husky, thick with desire. “Lift your hips a little.”

Yu Pei’s body responded before his mind did. By the time he realized, Luo Changzhou had already stripped him bare.

Naked before him, Yu Pei flushed with shame. He didn’t know where to put his hands, tried to wrap them around Luo Changzhou’s neck, but the next surge of sensation made him collapse, fists clutching the sheets so tightly his knuckles whitened.

“Ah… Changzhou…” His body tensed, breath came quick, and his moans grew sweeter.

Luo Changzhou stroked his hardened length, thumb brushing across its leaking tip. Seeing Yu Pei clutch the sheets so hard, he lifted one trembling arm and placed it around his own neck. “You can hold onto me.”

Obedient as always, Yu Pei hugged him, and Luo Changzhou leaned down to kiss him again.

At the press of lips, Yu Pei’s lashes fluttered before he closed his eyes, surrendering to the deep kiss. Luo Changzhou’s tongue entwined with his, leaving him breathless, his heartbeat pounding so loudly it filled his ears. It felt almost like the onset of an asthma attack, yet not quite.

Perhaps because kissing the person he loved was too wonderful, Yu Pei soon craved more, chasing after Luo Changzhou’s tongue. But Luo Changzhou, mindful of his health, broke away with a gentle bite to his lip.

Yu Pei opened his eyes, hazy with desire, staring at him.

Luo Changzhou smiled softly, then shifted lower. Yu Pei blinked in confusion, until the next moment, when he realized where Luo Changzhou’s mouth was headed.

The sight alone was overwhelming. Nervous or not, before Luo Changzhou could do anything more, Yu Pei came the instant his warm breath brushed against him.

The white, sticky fluid trickled down, seeping into the cleft of his buttocks, even slipping into his entrance.

Luo Changzhou hadn’t expected him to finish so quickly. He had planned to make Yu Pei more comfortable first, but it was already over.

Looking up, he saw the boy sprawled weakly, arms limp, lips swollen and wet from kisses, eyes dazed and innocent even as his legs remained spread. His frail body, still trembling after release, carried a fragile beauty that stirred both tenderness and an urge to ravish.

The conflicting emotions left Luo Changzhou painfully hard. He dipped a finger into the traces Yu Pei had spilled and began preparing him gently.

Though unfamiliar with such feelings, Yu Pei’s trust in him made him relax, allowing Luo Changzhou’s fingers to slide in.

His obedience made Luo Changzhou ache with love. Yet when he finally pressed himself inside, even with all his restraint, Yu Pei’s body instantly tensed, arching off the bed from the pain.

“Ah Pei, does it hurt?” Luo Changzhou asked, halting.

Breathless, Yu Pei whispered, “It doesn’t.”

He was never good at lying, so his trembling voice betrayed him. But in truth, he didn’t feel pain so much as fulfillment. He was happier than he had ever been. With Luo Changzhou so close, body and soul almost fused, he felt that even if he died at this moment, it would not be suffering.

Luo Changzhou kissed him again, waiting until he adjusted before moving.

He was taller and bigger, his body filling Yu Pei completely. Yu Pei tightened around him, able to feel every detail, the heat, the pulsing strength.

Soon, pain gave way to overwhelming pleasure. Tears dampened the corners of his eyes, sweat darkened his hair, and his arms clung desperately to Luo Changzhou’s neck. His legs curled around his waist, spurring him on. Luo Changzhou’s thrusts grew rougher, leaving Yu Pei breathless, as though every bit of air had been stolen.

Eventually, Yu Pei couldn’t hold on. His hands slipped from Luo Changzhou, clutching at the sheets instead, crumpling them into chaos.

He turned his head. The wooden house window was open, moonlight spilling in. The silver crescent hung high, stars distant but shining.

At the peak of release, it felt as though all that cosmic light poured into him, drowning him, consuming him. But when he looked back, the brightness in Luo Changzhou’s eyes was far more dazzling.