Important terms:

　　不能食言 (bu neng s.h.i.+ yan) You can’t eat one’s word  - To go back on one’s word

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　　“No more?” The King’s sultry voice mocked his lover; his lips remained suctioned tightly over the Prince’s hardened muscle. As Feng Ming was reaching the point of his climax, Rong Tian suddenly abandoned the aching organ, cruelly leaving him at a plateau. Instead of heeding Feng Ming’s soft pleas, Rong Tian turned his attention to the trembling fevered body, his breath ghosted along the surface of Feng Ming’s inner thighs where he proceeded to lightly kiss, repeating this step until he trailed over the boy’s soft abdomen.

　　Feng Ming’s o.r.g.a.s.m was just a spasm away from erupting under Rong Tian’s tentative care. However, now that the King’s mouth was occupied elsewhere, the blood that had rushed forth into Feng Ming’s most important organ was begging with a painful swell, waiting for the next surge to send it overboard. The deprivation during his peak was harsh and unbearable.

　　“Nnnhh…No…” Feng Ming immediately whimpered in protest, he twisted his body in agitation, beckoning the King to fulfill its wishes.

　　“Oh…” Rong Tian chuckled, his lips stretched with a smile when he quickly blocked off a frustrated kick that an angry Feng Ming had issued towards him. Instead of hitting his intended target, Feng Ming found his ankle easily caught by the man’s large hand. The King left him no time to react, his remaining hand braced Feng Ming’s other ankle. Having full control of the younger man’s legs he stretched them apart, completely exposing his lower body.   

　　With a charming sight before him, how could a King resist this appetizing meal? 

　　h.o.m.os.e.xuality customs between n.o.bility, was not a rarity, in fact it is highly enjoyed. As the most privileged are able to sample an exquisite palette of bed partners given their wealth and power, no one was out of reach. Rong Tian didn’t want to stall a moment longer, as he positioned himself between Feng Ming’s outstretched legs, his own organ begged for action. He leaned forwards, pressing the tip of his thick circ.u.mference into the tight folds of supple skin. Feng Ming grimaced at the intrusion. Rong Tian continued to part the entrance, gently sliding his length little by little, in an unhurried manner until he was finally buried within the Prince. 

　　“Ahhh…” The sensation of the large foreign object that filled his body that had initially startled Feng Ming now left him trembling. 

　　Rong w.a.n.g maintained calmness in his coa.r.s.e voice as he whispered. “It will be alright in a moment, don’t be afraid.” Although a.s.suring words left this mouth, for Rong Tian pausing midway was never on his agenda.  Instead he was fully prepared to advance his coupling with Feng Ming and to finally seek his glory, all starting with a powerful thrust.