Chapter 62: Grandpa Bai hears the noise (H)

Both the man and the boy writhing on top of the bed were slicked with glistening sweat. Steam was faintly coming out from their hot bodies.

"Uncle... Mmm! My Lord Husband... Ah!"

Lin Feng’s back arched as he came with force, trembling and shuddering, his legs straightening and his toes arched.

But the man pressed tightly above him, continuing tirelessly, rumbling with deep and low growls.

The raw baritone filled the boy’s ears and sent shivers down his tailbone.

Lin Feng had the illusion that he was back to the days when he was being penetrated deep inside, the long, thick, giant member with its fiery veins plunging inside the wet tightness. With each thrust, the thick and purplish length scraped at the tight walls deliciously, until the pleasure filled every part of his being.

Servants waited outside, listening with a blush at their masters’ passion.

The knowledge that they could hear everything made the exciting pleasure between the two people entangled inside the chamber even greater.

The red veiled curtains hung on the bed, the candle light flickering with the rapid creaking bed, and the man on top of him moved his waist like a piston, crushing him deeply with every thrust, his growls guttural, just like the ferocious dogs in heat shamefully humping on each other on the roadside when the entourage went out during a festive night.

It was wild, uninhibited, raw, and purely animalistic instinct.

"Fuck, I’m about to come." The man’s voice brought Lin Feng back to reality, but it was still the same tumultuous boat, rocking wildly with delicious friction.

"Uncle," Lin Feng gasped and lowered his head to look down at their pressed bodies. His hands held the man’s strong and slim waist. Saliva dripped from the corner of his red lips.

His hazy amber eyes reflected the man pressing and towering over him, watching the deeply honeyed taut abdominal muscles bulge with every movement.

Hou Yizhen pushed his crotch down with every force he could muster, almost burying the slender boy deep into the mattress, their members furiously rubbing, their balls smashing together.

They both felt the rising pleasure fly above them, rising and rising.

While the two were furiously humping like dogs in heat, outside, an aged hand raised and knocked on the door.

Knock, knock.

"Ah Feng?"

There was no response.

The grandson was now thrashing his head wildly against the mattress, his face flushed red, moaning wildly with his rosy mouth parted open, looking petite and delicate under the bronzed giant pressing him down on the bed, endlessly grinding together.

The old man’s brows furrowed and he knocked again.

His instincts were telling him that something was off. He could faintly hear some noises but was unable to discern what the noises were.

His knocks became louder.

Then he heard a faint noise, like a muffled scream.

"..."

He turned around to look behind him, his gaze landing on a certain direction.

It was the other guestroom, the one next to his, where the owner of the house was currently sleeping for some reason instead of the master’s bedroom that the old man was currently knocking at.

Inside the room, the thrilling pleasure of their rapidly grinding bodies finally reached their peak.

Lin Feng’s ears were filled by Hou Yizhen’s guttural growls when he finally came again.

The boy’s eyes rolled back and he half-screamed and half-moaned while climax racked his entire body.

Hou Yizhen saw the red tongue peeking out from the boy’s open mouth, and he hungrily smashed his own open mouth against the boy’s. He pushed his tongue inside and plundered the sweet saliva that was flowing out from the boy’s mouth due to intense pleasure.

At the same time, with his groan filling the inside of the boy’s mouth, the sturdy man also smashed his hips down hard, knocking the bed against the wall, creating a thudding sound.

"Mhhmmm."

Hou Yizhen came hard, with jets of sticky white liquid mingling with the boy’s on their crotches, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths and throats, shuddering and shivering in thrilling gratification that filled their brains.

A knock sounded inside the room.

The boy was too lost in pleasure to notice; his amber eyes were rolled back with tears, and his body was still twitching, clearly still savoring the pleasurable sensations of climax.

Hou Yizhen ignored the knock and also narrowed his own eyes, groaning and swallowing the boy’s moans, his tongue wildly plundering, enjoying every wave of pleasure crashing on him.

The pair of sweat-slicked bodies drowned in the forbidden sexual bliss of their rendezvous, no longer caring what was happening outside the walls.

Another knock sounded, this time louder and more urgent.

Outside, the old man’s face was gloomy.

Those noises...

His own grandson was not responding, and now this one also acted like a dead pig.

Grandpa Bai’s shrewd eyes narrowed. He could not help but be suspicious.

He knew of his own grandson’s sexual orientation, but as far as he was aware of, Hou Yizhen should be straight... Right?

Yet something was definitely wrong.

Just as he was about to knock another time, a voice suddenly sounded from the shadows of the hallway.

"What are you doing, Elder Bai?"

Grandpa Bai turned around to look, his eyes sharp.

A middle-aged man in his pajamas walked forward. Under the very faint dim lighting, the old man recognized him.

"Housekeeper Yang, good evening," Grandpa Bai greeted, but his voice was cold. "I’ve been hearing noises come out from this room for a while now. I believe your master stays here; something should be happening inside."

Housekeeper Yang’s face did not change, remaining calm and composed. "Elder Bai, the master indeed often makes such noises in the middle of the night. I hope you keep this a secret."

The old man frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You are aware that Master Hou had spent some time outside as a mercenary, travelling through the battlefields, and he even served in prison. These inevitably led to some... lingering after effects."

Post-traumatic stress disorder, PTSD?

Grandpa Bai still felt doubtful.

That strong-willed and domineering man, suffering from PTSD?

It sounded absurd no matter how you listened to it.

Did this person think he was so easy to fool?