A Warm Tones - Chapter 5

Qin Jiangzhi parted his lips but made no sound. He clenched his wrist and pushed his fingers deeper inside his body, brushing against a certain spot. “Mmm…”

In the past few years, Qin Jiangzhi’s sex drive had been very weak. He rarely masturbated, let alone touched his asshole. After such a long time, the sensation of his fingers pressing against his prostate was far stronger than he expected. Just that one touch already filled him with a sense of crisis.

“Why did you stop?” He Rongchuan rested one hand on the table while his phone lay beside it. The call timer on the screen kept ticking up second by second. “Didn’t you find it?”

“Mm…” Qin Jiangzhi lowered his head. He saw his own cock, glistening with lube, and his hand buried between his legs. Mechanically, he began thrusting his fingers again.

With just two fingers, his lower body showed no sign of strain. Qin Jiangzhi suppressed his voice and pushed in his ring finger as well. “Mmh…”

His body was too tense. Qin Jiangzhi thought three fingers were probably his limit; anything more wouldn’t fit.

He took short, controlled breaths and forced his fingers all the way in to the base. After holding them there for over ten seconds, he pulled them out and picked up the vibrating dildo beside his leg with the same hand.

The pink vibrating dildo was the most ordinary design among adult toys—a straight pink silicone shaft with no extra curves. Qin Jiangzhi only glanced at it once before pressing the rounded tip against his hole.

He forgot to apply lube to the dildo. The dry silicone surface created extra friction. His already stretched entrance burned fiercely. After inserting only the tip, Qin Jiangzhi couldn’t push it any further.

Even after fingering himself, the dildo was still much thicker than his fingers.

Qin Jiangzhi looked up at He Rongchuan. The man’s face had turned cold and expressionless again.

The burning heat quickly turned into pain. Qin Jiangzhi couldn’t use much force with his hands, so he knelt up on the bed, trying to sit down forcefully onto the dildo.

The vibrating dildo slid in more than halfway. His lower body suddenly felt like it was being pulled apart by countless hands. Qin Jiangzhi gasped sharply and couldn’t hold back his voice. “It hurts…”

He still wanted to push the remaining part of the dildo all the way in, but He Rongchuan suddenly grabbed his wrist and lifted half his body up. “Qin Jiangzhi.”

This was the first time He Rongchuan had touched him since they reunited, but the contact was extremely brief. Before Qin Jiangzhi could even feel the warmth of his palm, he was shoved back onto the bed.

Qin Jiangzhi’s back hit the mattress. The dildo that was halfway inside him was yanked out by He Rongchuan in one swift motion. The sudden pull made Qin Jiangzhi suck in a sharp breath. “Hiss…”

When he looked at He Rongchuan again, the man’s expression had worsened. He had no idea what had suddenly upset him so much.

He Rongchuan held one end of the vibrating dildo. With his other hand, he unscrewed the cap of the lube bottle and poured the liquid onto the already half-wet dildo.

“Qin Jiangzhi, spread your legs.” He Rongchuan spoke while using his palm to spread the lube evenly over the dildo. The liquid clung to the silicone, glistening beautifully.

Even without being told, Qin Jiangzhi’s legs were already spread. He Rongchuan was half-sitting on the bed right between his thighs, so Qin Jiangzhi couldn’t close them even if he wanted to.

He Rongchuan still seemed dissatisfied with how wide his legs were. His left hand pressed down on Qin Jiangzhi’s left knee, forcing the leg to lie completely flat against the bedsheet.

“Relax,” He Rongchuan said again.

The tip of the vibrating dildo was slowly pushed back into Qin Jiangzhi’s body.

Qin Jiangzhi’s body remained tense—not only because of the foreign object stretching his hole, but largely because of the hand pressing down on his knee.

Strong, powerful, with beautifully prominent knuckles. The palm carried a warm temperature that made Qin Jiangzhi’s heart flutter uncontrollably.

The vibrating dildo was pushed smoothly into Qin Jiangzhi’s body by He Rongchuan’s hand until only the very end remained outside, clearly showing how obscenely his hole was gripping the sex toy.

He Rongchuan stood up from the bed. As if unwilling to touch Qin Jiangzhi any more than necessary, he pulled a few tissues from the box on the bedside table and wiped his hands clean. Looking down at the disheveled man on the bed, he said coldly:

“Qin Jiangzhi, keep the thing inside your body clenched tightly.”

Qin Jiangzhi propped himself up on his elbows, trying to sit up. From his angle, he unfortunately caught sight of the obvious bulge in He Rongchuan’s crotch.

He Rongchuan was hard because of him. It must have been uncomfortable, yet He Rongchuan acted as if it was nothing. He turned around, sat back down, picked up his phone again, and spoke to Wen Xu, who had probably been waiting the whole time: “Secretary Wen, bring Qin Jiangzhi’s breakfast in.”

Before Wen Xu entered with breakfast, Qin Jiangzhi quickly wiped away the wet mess between his legs and straightened his bathrobe.

Wen Xu pushed in a food cart. The breakfast was extremely lavish, with various dishes beautifully arranged on exquisite plates.

Because of the handcuffs, Wen Xu thoughtfully set up a bed table for Qin Jiangzhi.

Qin Jiangzhi awkwardly thanked Wen Xu, then stared at the breakfast with a troubled expression.

He hadn’t eaten breakfast in a long time, so he had zero appetite. Although the food looked delicious, he had no desire to taste any of it.

But when He Rongchuan saw Qin Jiangzhi shrinking back on the bed and refusing to pick up his utensils, he said mercilessly:

“Qin Jiangzhi, eat everything.”

Then, in a strangely awkward tone, he added: “These are all things you used to like.”

It took Qin Jiangzhi the entire morning to reluctantly finish the breakfast. Before he could even digest it, Wen Xu brought in lunch.

He Rongchuan maintained the same “eat it all” attitude. This was pure torture for Qin Jiangzhi. “I… really can’t eat anymore.”

His appetite had indeed become much smaller in recent years. He only ate a little when he felt hungry. Many times he could go an entire day without eating and feel fine.

“I just had breakfast,” Qin Jiangzhi explained, repeating to He Rongchuan, “I really can’t eat any more.”

He Rongchuan wasn’t even looking at him. He had just sent a work email, and the “Sent successfully” notification flashed across his screen. “How can you skip lunch?”

Qin Jiangzhi looked troubled. “…I really can’t.”

He Rongchuan leaned back in his chair and offered what seemed like a carefully considered suggestion: “Qin Jiangzhi, maybe you should do something to help with digestion.”

“What?”

“Leave the food for now.” He Rongchuan said.

Qin Jiangzhi had just started to feel relieved when He Rongchuan continued:

“Qin Jiangzhi, since you don’t want to eat, let’s do something else at this time.”