The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 77: The Feverish Entanglement

The room that Kieran Talbot directed Ethan Caldwell into was a room reserved for guests. Fortunately, it was frequently swept and cleaned, so it appeared very tidy, without the slightest scent of dampness or mold. The furnishings around the room were arranged quite simply: one bed, one wardrobe, and one bathroom. Perhaps it was an occupational habit of medical professionals; the bedsheets, pillows, and mattress were all pristine white, and the blanket was the same. It was just that the pitiful blanket had now been pushed off onto the floor, ceding its place to the shadows of two men entangled with one another on the bed.

Clothes had fallen in scattered disarray from the door of the room all the way to the head of the bed.

By this time, Julian Sterling’s mind was almost unusable. His reason was completely incinerated by the fires of lust. However, he still knew who the person in front of him was, the person who was caressing him. He completely surrendered himself to Ethan Caldwell.

His fair, white body wrapped around the man, and his slender legs were lifted up, coiling around the man’s waist. The parts of them thick with the scent of masculinity rubbed against each other, and the sound of gasping breaths lingered in the room.

"Mmh..."

Ethan lowered his head to kiss the small bud that was proudly lifting its head upon Julian’s chest, causing Julian to be unable to hold back a soft whimper. It was unknown what kind of drug he had been given, but not only was little Julian screaming to be released, but the entrance behind was equally enthusiastic.

It was even secreting a little lubricating fluid.

Even without any aid, Ethan easily slipped one finger inside. He gently created friction, and the greedy little mouth unceasingly sucked on his finger. Every time Ethan pulled slightly out, the hot flesh walls would cling to his finger, as if they were reluctant to part with it.

"Hic..."

Ethan’s finger glided across the sensitive spot on Julian’s body. It was very faint, but Julian could not help but sob; he arched his back slightly, using hazy, drenched eyes to look at the man before him.

The place behind was strangely sensitive.

The blue veins on Ethan Caldwell’s forehead bulged; he had to suppress himself greatly to avoid charging straight inside Julian’s body. Although the drug had made the entrance much softer than usual, there was no lubricant here, and no condom for support, so he was afraid of causing injury to Julian’s body.

Ethan gradually inserted another finger inside, and the two fingers mimicked the action of intercourse, withdrawing and thrusting continuously, before gently groping around, using his fingertips to scratch the interior.

"Ah... Ethan..." Julian sobbed out a sound. He raised his hand to pull at Ethan’s hand, looking tearfully at his husband. Ethan thought he was uncomfortable and slightly withdrew his hand, but was held back by Julian. He pursed his lips: "Kiss me."

Perhaps it was because of the drug that Julian was strangely proactive today, but deep within that desire lay a bit of tenderness and reliance that even he himself did not realize.

Ethan bent down to kiss him, gently caressing him. Their two pairs of lips entangled, rubbing lightly against each other, and a numbing sensation transmitted to their brains, making the breathing of both men significantly heavier.

Ethan licked Julian’s lips, then laid siege to the city and plundered the land, squeezing the tip of his tongue into Julian’s oral cavity to explore everywhere. Julian shyly responded to him, and every time the two tongues entwined, the feeling of numbness would wash over them again.

Ethan’s hand did not stay idle either. He unceasingly groped, touching the sensitive point inside. Julian’s body trembled; he tilted his head back to receive the kiss that was tending to become increasingly violent from Ethan. Just as the two were kissing passionately, Ethan suddenly pressed once on his sensitive spot.

"Mmh!" Julian almost screamed, but his lips were imprisoned by Ethan, so he could not emit any other sound except for a whimper. His body arched up, the part below was soaking wet, and the small thing that had been tortured for a while finally shot out.

A characteristic scent spread through the air.

Julian’s body twitched when Ethan spared his lips. Julian could only lie there limply, gasping for breath. His eyes gazed dazedly at Ethan’s restrained face, then looked down at the penis that was holding its head high and leaking fluid below him.

Julian suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked his lips once, his gaze very naked.

Ethan felt that he was about to go mad. But before he could do anything, Julian had already reached out his hand, touching the top of the glans, gently rubbing it, as if he were comforting some sort of treasure. Julian panted and said: "This little baby is crying."

After saying this, he moved his hand behind himself, slightly lifting his legs to rest them on Ethan’s arms, exposing the entrance that was twitching in front of Ethan. Then, under Ethan’s attentive gaze, Julian used both hands to spread his own entrance, revealing a bit of the charming flesh that was frantically contracting inside.

He murmured: "Will you put it in? Let it make me feel love."

Ethan did not say anything. He just followed this posture of Julian’s, resting Julian’s two legs upon his shoulders, then thrust his hips, pushing straight inside in one go.

"Hng!"

"Ah!"

Ethan exhaled a breath full of satisfaction, while Julian screamed out once, not knowing if it was pain or pleasure, only seeing little Julian below standing up trembling again.

But Julian seemed to feel it was not enough. He reached out to touch the place where the two were combined, his hand skillfully teasing the two testicles that had been abandoned outside: "They are truly pitiful, they cannot go inside."

The blue veins on Ethan’s forehead throbbed. He felt that the person who had been drugged was Julian, but the person being tortured was him.

If he was rough, he feared hurting Julian, but if he was not rough, his darling was deliberately driving him crazy. Just like now, Ethan’s penis was being eagerly ingratiated by the hot and moist flesh walls, yet Julian’s hands were deliberately lighting fires on his body, making the desire below rigid.