DPM Chapter 62-Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
In the dusky basement light, two men lay on a bed, holding each other. Although they’d often slept together in such a way, it was different this time.
Their legs were entwined, breath mingled. A dark man with short hair pillowed his head on a beautiful man’s shoulder, exhaling out puffs of mist. Occasionally they spoke in low voices, or smiled knowingly at the other. And then sometimes the blanket was pulled up, and the bed made to shake and creak.
When Wu Xingyun fell asleep, Ye Fan quietly watched the person at his side.
Legs still tangled, the warmth of Wu Xingyun’s body passed through to Ye Fan, spreading to his very core.
The sleeping man had a happy smile at the corners of his lips, seeming somewhat youthful, yet awfully comforting.
Despite the fact that Ye Fan had often imagined this situation, now that it had happened, he felt like he was in a dreamland, hardly able to believe it was all true.
Bowing his head, Ye Fan kissed Wu Xingyun’s lips. The soft, sensual flesh strummed the tenderest strings of Ye Fan’s heart, playing a tranquil melodious movement.
They’d both finished many times, their muscles weary and strength exhausted. Ye Fan’s appetite had long since been appeased, but the love in his heart surged like a flood, unstoppable.
Begrudging sleep, Ye Fan simply looked at the man in his arms throughout, until finally the soldier opened his eyes again.
Up to that point, Wu Xingyun hadn’t truly reacted to what he’d done. The decision of the day before had encompassed the firm belief that he’d die sooner rather than later, and furthermore, been made by a thoroughly muddled brain.
Now Wu Xingyun woke up to see Ye Fan right next to him, his blank, wooden mind suddenly filled up with all kinds of things.
His face burning, Wu Xingyun recalled how he’d ran out the ship, done crazy things, and even more, capped it off with getting tossed in bed over and over again.
Thinking of that, Wu Xingyun’s pulse quickened. Then registering he was still stark naked, limbs still entangled with Ye Fan’s, Wu Xingyun mightily wished for a hole to bury himself in.
Yesterday, he’d thought he’d only live the night, yet he’d awoken to find himself alive.
And not only was he alive, but……waking up in a very lewd manner.
Seeing that Wu Xingyun had come to, Ye Fan smiled at him.
Wu Xingyun returned Ye Fan’s smile, only to get kissed again.
Ye Fan’s hand tightly bound the arm trying to resist, thighs pressed against thighs, resisting teeth pried open, wet warm mouth penetrated and conquered.
Only when Wu Xingyun felt he was about to suffocate, did Ye Fan loosen his hand, whispering: “Good morning.”
His cheeks flushed, Wu Xingyun vaguely asked: “What’s the time?”
“Seven o’clock,” Ye Fan replied, “You’re probably hungry. I’ll get you some food.”
Wu Xingyun was a little astonished. He felt that Ye Fan and himself had done it many times, then slept for a long time, so how could it be in seven o’clock in the morning?
“No need, I can do it myself……” He said, trying to stand up, but felt a burst from his aching back and pained bottom. Wu Xingyun placed complete blame on Ye Fan, fretting that he couldn’t even get out of bed.
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Ye Fan got up, covering Wu Xingyun with the blanket: “You……Stay put. I’ve got a stockpile of food next door.”
Putting on his pants, Ye Fan walked out of the room.
Wu Xingyun checked the alarm clock by the beside, surprised to find it was seven p.m. in the evening. The two of them had had a night and a day!
A bit flabbergasted by this realization, Wu Xingyun remembered that, according to Luo Ying, the Saer fog should have already descended upon the Earth. As an ordinary person, Wu Xingyun should already be dead.
Yet he was still alive. What was going on?
A few minutes passed and Ye Fan came back with a small case of canned food in his hands.
“These are what Luo Ying left for me, about enough for me to eat for ten days.” Taking the soldier half into his arms, Ye Fan sat on the side of the bed, and held out a spoon, prepared to feed Wu Xingyun.
“I can eat by myself,” Wu Xingyun said, “I don’t need your help.” He tried to seize the can from Ye Fan.
Yet Ye Fan raised his hand, evading Wu Xingyun: “I want to feed you. If you won’t let me feed you with a spoon, I’ll feed you with something else. You’re no match for me right now……You……Want me to feed you with my mouth?”
He spoke as he advanced to kiss Wu Xingyun’s earlobe, lightly licking and sucking, making Wu Xingyun’s sore lower half practically go numb.
Wu Xingyun could only abandon his resistance and let Ye Fan feed him with a spoon. And by the time the whole can was finished, Ye Fan was hard again. Not one to step back, Ye Fan took Wu Xingyun by the waist, proceeding to tease.
Ultimately Wu Xingyun was once again overpowered, made to gasp and shiver on the bed.
After, using some water he’d stockpiled, Ye Fan helped Wu Xingyun wash his rear. When Ye Fan saw the slightly inflamed hole as it leaked indecent liquid, he promptly wanted another go.
Ye Fan propositioned, Wu Xingyun declined, the dispute eventually settled by Wu Xingyun using his hand.
Then there was more scrubbing, during which Ye Fan yet again got hard and came.
In the beginning, Wu Xingyun would check on the time, but in the end he simply gave up, lying in bed and letting Ye Fan toss him about as wished.
More time passed. When they’d both finally cleaned their bodies, they leaned against the headboard to talk.
With his head pillowed on Ye Fan’s arm, Wu Xingyun asked: “The Saer fog should have come by now, do you feel anything strange?”
Ye Fan drew Wu Xingyun deeper into his embrace, feeling the places where their skin met, the sound of blood circulating, recalling the recent overwhelming exhilaration. He wanted it once more.
So Ye Fan replied: “Nothing that especially strange, just……Want to fuck you!”
Face turned red, Wu Xingyun said: “All……It’s been three days and three nights, and you’re still wanting more? You’re too vigorous.”
Ye Fan nodded earnestly: “Because……It’s you……Because I love you. Because……you’re very good.”
Wu Xingyun didn’t defend against Ye Fan’s sweet talking attack. Getting kissed for a long while, Wu Xingyun gave in without rebellion. However, he didn’t agree to the proposal of altering his position, persisting in it being missionary under the cover of the blanket.
DPM Chapter 62-Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
In the dusky basement light, two men lay on a bed, holding each other. Although they’d often slept together in such a way, it was different this time.
Their legs were entwined, breath mingled. A dark man with short hair pillowed his head on a beautiful man’s shoulder, exhaling out puffs of mist. Occasionally they spoke in low voices, or smiled knowingly at the other. And then sometimes the blanket was pulled up, and the bed made to shake and creak.
When Wu Xingyun fell asleep, Ye Fan quietly watched the person at his side.
Legs still tangled, the warmth of Wu Xingyun’s body passed through to Ye Fan, spreading to his very core.
The sleeping man had a happy smile at the corners of his lips, seeming somewhat youthful, yet awfully comforting.
Despite the fact that Ye Fan had often imagined this situation, now that it had happened, he felt like he was in a dreamland, hardly able to believe it was all true.
Bowing his head, Ye Fan kissed Wu Xingyun’s lips. The soft, sensual flesh strummed the tenderest strings of Ye Fan’s heart, playing a tranquil melodious movement.
They’d both finished many times, their muscles weary and strength exhausted. Ye Fan’s appetite had long since been appeased, but the love in his heart surged like a flood, unstoppable.
Begrudging sleep, Ye Fan simply looked at the man in his arms throughout, until finally the soldier opened his eyes again.
Up to that point, Wu Xingyun hadn’t truly reacted to what he’d done. The decision of the day before had encompassed the firm belief that he’d die sooner rather than later, and furthermore, been made by a thoroughly muddled brain.
Now Wu Xingyun woke up to see Ye Fan right next to him, his blank, wooden mind suddenly filled up with all kinds of things.
His face burning, Wu Xingyun recalled how he’d ran out the ship, done crazy things, and even more, capped it off with getting tossed in bed over and over again.
Thinking of that, Wu Xingyun’s pulse quickened. Then registering he was still stark naked, limbs still entangled with Ye Fan’s, Wu Xingyun mightily wished for a hole to bury himself in.
Yesterday, he’d thought he’d only live the night, yet he’d awoken to find himself alive.
And not only was he alive, but……waking up in a very lewd manner.
Seeing that Wu Xingyun had come to, Ye Fan smiled at him.
Wu Xingyun returned Ye Fan’s smile, only to get kissed again.
Ye Fan’s hand tightly bound the arm trying to resist, thighs pressed against thighs, resisting teeth pried open, wet warm mouth penetrated and conquered.
Only when Wu Xingyun felt he was about to suffocate, did Ye Fan loosen his hand, whispering: “Good morning.”
His cheeks flushed, Wu Xingyun vaguely asked: “What’s the time?”
“Seven o’clock,” Ye Fan replied, “You’re probably hungry. I’ll get you some food.”
Wu Xingyun was a little astonished. He felt that Ye Fan and himself had done it many times, then slept for a long time, so how could it be in seven o’clock in the morning?
“No need, I can do it myself……” He said, trying to stand up, but felt a burst from his aching back and pained bottom. Wu Xingyun placed complete blame on Ye Fan, fretting that he couldn’t even get out of bed.
""
Ye Fan got up, covering Wu Xingyun with the blanket: “You……Stay put. I’ve got a stockpile of food next door.”
Putting on his pants, Ye Fan walked out of the room.
Wu Xingyun checked the alarm clock by the beside, surprised to find it was seven p.m. in the evening. The two of them had had a night and a day!
A bit flabbergasted by this realization, Wu Xingyun remembered that, according to Luo Ying, the Saer fog should have already descended upon the Earth. As an ordinary person, Wu Xingyun should already be dead.
Yet he was still alive. What was going on?
A few minutes passed and Ye Fan came back with a small case of canned food in his hands.
“These are what Luo Ying left for me, about enough for me to eat for ten days.” Taking the soldier half into his arms, Ye Fan sat on the side of the bed, and held out a spoon, prepared to feed Wu Xingyun.
“I can eat by myself,” Wu Xingyun said, “I don’t need your help.” He tried to seize the can from Ye Fan.
Yet Ye Fan raised his hand, evading Wu Xingyun: “I want to feed you. If you won’t let me feed you with a spoon, I’ll feed you with something else. You’re no match for me right now……You……Want me to feed you with my mouth?”
He spoke as he advanced to kiss Wu Xingyun’s earlobe, lightly licking and sucking, making Wu Xingyun’s sore lower half practically go numb.
Wu Xingyun could only abandon his resistance and let Ye Fan feed him with a spoon. And by the time the whole can was finished, Ye Fan was hard again. Not one to step back, Ye Fan took Wu Xingyun by the waist, proceeding to tease.
Ultimately Wu Xingyun was once again overpowered, made to gasp and shiver on the bed.
After, using some water he’d stockpiled, Ye Fan helped Wu Xingyun wash his rear. When Ye Fan saw the slightly inflamed hole as it leaked indecent liquid, he promptly wanted another go.
Ye Fan propositioned, Wu Xingyun declined, the dispute eventually settled by Wu Xingyun using his hand.
Then there was more scrubbing, during which Ye Fan yet again got hard and came.
In the beginning, Wu Xingyun would check on the time, but in the end he simply gave up, lying in bed and letting Ye Fan toss him about as wished.
More time passed. When they’d both finally cleaned their bodies, they leaned against the headboard to talk.
With his head pillowed on Ye Fan’s arm, Wu Xingyun asked: “The Saer fog should have come by now, do you feel anything strange?”
Ye Fan drew Wu Xingyun deeper into his embrace, feeling the places where their skin met, the sound of blood circulating, recalling the recent overwhelming exhilaration. He wanted it once more.
So Ye Fan replied: “Nothing that especially strange, just……Want to fuck you!”
Face turned red, Wu Xingyun said: “All……It’s been three days and three nights, and you’re still wanting more? You’re too vigorous.”
Ye Fan nodded earnestly: “Because……It’s you……Because I love you. Because……you’re very good.”
Wu Xingyun didn’t defend against Ye Fan’s sweet talking attack. Getting kissed for a long while, Wu Xingyun gave in without rebellion. However, he didn’t agree to the proposal of altering his position, persisting in it being missionary under the cover of the blanket.
