BIAC CH 28

Chapter 28: Being a Beast Isn’t So Bad

“Ge, it’s 12:01. Yesterday’s already over…”

Tang He lay stiffly in bed, a fiery little minx wrapped around his back. Letting out a low growl, he flung off the blanket, threw off Du Jianyou’s clinging limbs, rolled out of bed, and stormed out of the room.

Du Jianyou sat there stunned by the sudden reaction. If he didn’t want it, fine—but was there really any need to be so angry? Before he could even register what had happened, Tang He stormed back in like a gust of wind, slammed the door shut, and pounced onto the bed, straddling Du Jianyou.

“Ge, what are you doing?”

It turned out Tang He had dashed out to grab his coat—specifically, the bottle of lube he’d kept tucked inside all night.

Tang He raised the bottle in the air, and Du Jianyou’s face flushed bright red.

“Do you think I…” Tang He hesitated.

“Are awful?” Du Jianyou finished for him, his voice shaky and barely audible from embarrassment, eyes averted. “You really are awful…”

“You really don’t regret this?” Tang He asked hoarsely. “Because this time, I won’t be able to  stop.”

Du Jianyou gave a small nod. Tang He unleashed his full force.

Straddling Du Jianyou, their lower bodies pressed tightly together, Tang He deliberately sank down harder, grinding in slow, teasing circles. Feeling the other slowly swell and harden beneath him, the friction turned into a heated duel—like two blades sharpening against each other. But separated by fabric, the sensation was maddeningly insufficient.

Du Jianyou squirmed, desperate for relief.

Tang He wouldn’t allow it. He locked his long legs around Du Jianyou’s waist, preventing any movement, and continued grinding with excruciating slowness. Gazing down at the lust-fogged, glistening eyes beneath him—eyes usually full of spark, now soaked in yearning—he saw Du Jianyou bite his lip hard to stifle his moans.

Tang He slowly undid the buttons of Du Jianyou’s pajamas, leaning in to kiss him. He pried open the clenched lower lip with his tongue and gave it a deep suck, a gesture of comfort, before moving to his ear and whispering with warm breath:

“Don’t bite back. Let it out—I like it when you moan.”

Du Jianyou bashfully turned his head away, unable to meet Tang He’s burning, passionate gaze. His pajama top had already been completely unbuttoned. Tang He’s hand gently caressed his chest, fingers gliding along each rib, tracing the space between them—his kisses sweetly following wherever his fingers had touched.

Tang He slowly roamed over Du Jianyou’s body, placing soft kisses across his upper torso. It was ceremonial—his way of erasing every tainted memory from before. He wanted him—his body—to remember only Tang He, to remember only his kisses.

With every kiss, Du Jianyou’s skin flushed deeper and deeper, until he was sure his entire body was blushing—from scalp to toes, not just his face.

The kisses finally stopped at his chest, right over the sensitive spot. Tang He began to suck gently, his tongue teasing, sometimes flicking quickly, sometimes drawing slow circles. His fingers played with the other side, working in tandem—pinching, rolling, pressing. The slow and rhythmic friction from below had Du Jianyou, unversed in lust, on the verge of losing control.

It was his first time experiencing such intimacy—how could he endure being seduced by someone so experienced in the art of pleasure? His body went weak, as if he’d melted into the clouds, his bones nowhere to be found. He lay limp like a puddle, except for one very specific part of him—hard and painfully swollen, ready to burst.

He instinctively reached down to relieve himself but was stopped by Tang He. Tang He had kissed and touched every inch of his body, except there, clearly intending to tease him to the edge of madness.

Listening to the soft gasps Du Jianyou let out, and the occasional surprised cry when Tang He’s teasing intensified, Tang He himself was on the verge of losing control. Finally, he pulled down Du Jianyou’s pants with one swift motion, and the hard shaft sprang free, released from its constraints. Seeing his arousal exposed so impatiently, Du Jianyou let out a moan, utterly embarrassed.

Tang He, however, stared at it with amused interest—pink and proud, standing tall and confident, completely unlike its bashful owner. Du Jianyou, flustered, waited anxiously, but Tang He just kept staring. Du Jianyou squirmed in place, both from shame and unbearable desire, silently urging him to hurry.

Tang He gently cupped Du Jianyou’s member, long fingers wrapping around it as if gripping his very heart. Du Jianyou sucked in a deep breath, the sensation of being held so intimately sent a shiver through him. But Tang He didn’t move right away—he just held it, gently tightening and loosening his grip, feeling it tremble in his palm, almost begging for attention. Du Jianyou bit his lip again, trembling, unable to stop his hips from moving.

Finally, Tang He relented and began stroking him, the slickness from the tip easing the motion. As Du Jianyou’s gasps grew heavier and his body tensed, Tang He increased the pace. One hand worked the shaft, the other cupped the full weight beneath, gently massaging. He knew Du Jianyou was close—very close.

It was Du Jianyou’s first time being touched like this. And it was his beloved doing it. The mix of emotional intensity and physical stimulation quickly pushed him over the edge. Within moments, he reached his climax in Tang He’s hand.

Panting heavily, Du Jianyou lay there dazed in the aftermath of pleasure. When he finally noticed the mess on both Tang He’s hand and his own stomach, he blushed furiously and grabbed a pillow to cover his face, mumbling from underneath, “It’s not usually this fast…”

Tang He chuckled, “I know—I’m just that good.” With a smirk, he flipped Du Jianyou onto his side and casually wiped the sticky mess from his hand onto Du Jianyou’s pale backside.

Mortified by the blatantly lewd gesture, Du Jianyou was speechless. He buried his face deeper into the pillow.

Tang He knew his lover was still sensitive from the recent climax, which made this the perfect time. He applied a bit of lube and reached for Du Jianyou’s backside, carefully searching until his finger found the tight entrance. Slowly, he began to slide a finger in…

Du Jianyou was still panting when he felt Tang He’s long, fair fingers—slick with cold lubricant—begin to probe at his entrance. Instinctively, he clenched his buttocks to resist.

Sensing the resistance, Tang He didn’t force his way in. Instead, he gently kissed Du Jianyou’s earlobe, letting his warm breath tease the sensitive skin behind his ear, while his fingers slowly circled the rim in soft, coaxing motions. Only when Du Jianyou’s waist weakened and his body relaxed did Tang He gently push one finger inside.

“Haa… nngh…” Du Jianyou panted, trying to ease the foreign sensation. But as soon as he had slightly adjusted, a second finger entered. The two fingers didn’t stay still either—they pressed and curled inside him, stirring up sensations that had Du Jianyou writhing, unable to contain the rising waves of desire. His breaths became more ragged by the second.

Just as he was twisting his body in response, Tang He brushed against a certain tender spot inside. Du Jianyou jerked up with a sharp gasp, voice trembling: “Ah… not there…!”

Little Jian was once again standing tall and hard.

Tang He knew he’d found the sweet spot. Teasingly, he avoided it, only to catch Du Jianyou off guard with a sudden, deliberate press. After a few cycles of this torment, Du Jianyou was gasping, teary-eyed, and crying out without restraint. Riding that momentum, Tang He slipped in a third finger to stretch him further.

Du Jianyou’s legs went weak, his toes curled—he couldn’t even tell whether the sensations were pleasure or pain anymore. He just wanted Tang He to take him now. Struggling to sit up, he realized that while he was nearly naked and consumed by lust, Tang He was still fully clothed, looking calm and composed.

Seeing Tang He’s proper appearance, all while his fingers were inside him, causing lewd squelching noises, made Du Jianyou feel utterly ashamed. And that shame only made his desire more uncontrollable.

He reached out with trembling hands, trying to undress Tang He, but Tang He gently pushed him back down. Du Jianyou’s body still wasn’t fully ready, and Tang He was afraid that if he lost control, he might end up hurting him.

Truthfully, Tang He was struggling to hold back. Just looking at Du Jianyou’s pink-tinged body made him want to devour him on the spot. But no—he forced himself to detach emotionally, thinking back to the advice Lin Yan had given him that afternoon. He tried to treat what was happening as a scholarly “research exercise,” to keep himself grounded.

Tang He had always been the one receiving in matters of intimacy. But now, all he could think about was helping Du Jianyou reach the pinnacle of pleasure.

The preparation hurt Du Jianyou terribly. That sensitive spot inside—he couldn’t hide it. He could only let Tang He’s long, dexterous fingers press and tease it. When they touched it, he nearly screamed. When they avoided it, he squirmed and tried to guide them back.

He both craved climax and wanted to delay it to savor the anticipation. The waves of pleasure crashed over him, one stronger than the last, building and building until he lost all sense of himself. Finally, he whimpered:

“Ge… I want you… I want you now…”

Tang He had reached his limit too. His eyes were filled with desire, his ears filled with wet, lewd sounds, his nose surrounded by the heady scent of lust. Every one of his senses had been pushed to a new, overwhelming level. What surprised him most was—despite not being touched or undressed—he was already teetering on the edge.

Du Jianyou’s allure… was more tempting than any deliberate seduction.

Tang He could feel that Du Jianyou’s body had become more receptive to his fingers, but still, compared to his actual size, three fingers were far from enough. He hesitated, worried Du Jianyou might not be able to take him.

Still, he removed his own bottoms, his arousal standing tall. Pressing against Du Jianyou, just before entering, he gritted his teeth and whispered, “If it really hurts, say stop—and I will stop…”

Du Jianyou, flushed and panting, nodded eagerly—then pushed back toward him without a second thought.

That movement shattered Tang He’s restraint. He pushed forward, trying to enter—but Du Jianyou was still too tight, and Tang He was indeed quite large. Despite all the preparation, it still wouldn’t go in easily. Both of them winced from the pain, and Du Jianyou, overwhelmed, let out a muffled groan and collapsed onto the bed…

Du Jianyou collapsed onto the bed. Tang He supported his waist from behind, steadying his breath. Their union had only just begun—he had barely entered—and so he stopped, waiting for Du Jianyou to adjust before slowly pushing in further. Both of them gritted their teeth, enduring the pain, waiting for the eventual pleasure.

At a slow and steady pace, Tang He finally buried himself completely inside him. He stayed there, deeply embedded. Du Jianyou’s eyes were brimming with tears, and his fists clutched at the bedsheets, gripping and loosening, over and over. Once Tang He felt Du Jianyou’s resistance ease, he began to move, gently at first, then gradually quickening his thrusts. He could feel the tight ridges of Du Jianyou’s inner walls clenching and squeezing him. With each thrust, he tried to find that one sensitive spot—grinding against it, scraping past it.

“Ah… hnn… stop… I can’t… please…” Du Jianyou babbled as if in delirium, begging him to stop. He couldn’t handle the unrelenting waves of stimulation, the relentless strikes hitting his deepest point again and again. He cried, begged, pleaded.

Tang He was startled by the desperation in his voice. Even if his body urged him to continue, he forced himself to stop—halted in place, trapped within Du Jianyou, unable to move or relieve himself.

“Are you okay? Do you really want me to stop?” he asked, voice hoarse, breath ragged.

Du Jianyou had been lost in the haze of pleasure, unaware of what he’d even been saying. It wasn’t until the heat within him suddenly ceased that a hollow emptiness dragged him back to reality. Then he heard Tang He’s question. Of course, he didn’t want him to stop. He wanted him to keep going—madly, deeply, striking him precisely where it felt the most intense…

But how could he bring himself to say it out loud?

He gave a small whimper and buried his face back into the pillow.

Tang He understood even without words. Seeing him shrink back into silence, he knew what he meant. The burning heat between them didn’t leave room for teasing anymore—Tang He himself was already teetering at the edge.

Still, before losing himself completely, he remained mindful of Du Jianyou’s physical limits. Just before diving into madness again, he clung to his last thread of sanity and gave one final instruction—even if he doubted whether he’d be able to follow through with it.

He glanced at the decoration by the bed—there was a little teddy bear disguised as a bumblebee.

“Safe word. Teddy bear,” he bit out through clenched teeth. Six simple words. He didn’t have time to explain, nor did he wait for a response. He immediately began thrusting again—harder than ever before. Every motion slammed forcefully into Du Jianyou’s body, each strike deeper than the last, his hips colliding with the other’s ass, producing crisp, unrelenting sounds.

Du Jianyou felt like he was being pierced. He whimpered and begged again, asking him to stop—but the teddy bear on the bed remained upright and unmoved. He didn’t call upon it for rescue. He endured the pain, and then… he reveled in it.

Tang He, all the while pounding from behind, reached around to stroke Du Jianyou’s front. The double stimulation sent Du Jianyou hurtling toward climax once again.

Finally, he felt both ends of his body convulsing at once. Tang He timed his movements perfectly, speeding up just as needed to release him once more. But even as Du Jianyou spasmed in the aftershocks of his orgasm, Tang He continued pressing against that sensitive spot inside him, making his body shudder uncontrollably.

At the same time, Tang He, enveloped tightly by Du Jianyou’s contracting walls, could no longer hold back. Though he was experienced, the pleasure and intensity of Du Jianyou’s body pushed him beyond his limit. His restraint shattered—overwhelmed by this feverish body that seduced like a drug and devoured like death.

He finally reached his release—exploding inside Du Jianyou.

After the brilliance came endless panting. Tang He was still pressed on top of Du Jianyou—more accurately, still buried inside him. They could both feel the sticky wetness between their legs, the slick warmth seeping out between their thighs. Yet, neither of them moved.

Tang He was reluctant to leave Du Jianyou’s body.

And Du Jianyou, after enduring two intense climaxes, simply couldn’t move.

They stayed in that position, exhausted to the point of fainting. Just before Tang He drifted off, he suddenly recalled Lin Yan’s last reminder:

“Make sure to help him clean up afterward. If anything is left inside, it could give him a stomachache.”

He didn’t want their moment of passion to end with Du Jianyou having a painful memory of a stomach ache. Forcing himself to stay awake, he dragged the half-asleep Du Jianyou into the bathroom to clean up. But during the process of washing, he once again couldn’t hold back—and took him again, getting him dirty all over again.

Du Jianyou was so angry he kicked him out of the bathroom and ordered him to go change the bedsheets. Locking the door behind him, he slowly and painfully finished cleaning himself up, nearly fainting from the soreness. When he could no longer stand, he opened the bathroom door and called that beast to carry him back to bed.

Tang He cradled the nearly unconscious Du Jianyou in his arms and gently placed him on the freshly made bed, stroking his messy hair with a tired but contented smile.

He thought—being a beast wasn’t so bad.

A beast who’s been allowed by you—willingly and wholeheartedly.

(To be continued…)