Bedroom Negotiations
“Ahh… Ahh! Mhngh~! S-Slow the hell down, will you? I can only use one of my arms to hold myself in place!”
“Mmh… It’s hard to be easy on you when you have so much meat down there. I just want to see it ripple…”
“Stop saying weird shit, damn it!”
“Right…”
Linfeng held onto Mala’s waist as he pounded away with piston-like motions, his hips moving back and forth as if he were a well-oiled clockwork machine. The rhythm of his muscular body slamming against the twink’s soft and alluring softness was like a melody–A melody elevated by the shameful moans of pleasure emitted by Mala.
The bandit liked to pretend that he was just in it for the benefits and money, but it was pretty damned obvious that he enjoyed this just as much as Linfeng did. Mala just didn’t feel like completely abandoning his masculinity, so he acted tough after the fact, and played hard to get… But when it came down to it, he was actually quite obedient. He hadn’t held on for long after Linfeng had suggested switching to Bestial for this session.
Previously, they had only done it in the Holy Style–Primarily because of the twink’s broken arm. It was just a better position to avoid disturbing the natural healing process. However, thanks to the healing item provided, his arm was in a good enough state to bring a little bit more diversity to their fun times.
Nonetheless, Mala had been slightly resistant to the idea, believing that being taken in Bestial was worse than in Holy Style, because it was a more ‘submissive’ position–Which wasn’t an incorrect assessment... But since it was just a matter of positioning, he hadn’t needed much convincing…
…Mala was slightly regretting agreeing now. Not just because the position was a bit uncomfortable on his arm, but because this position was allowing Linfeng’s manhood to hit deep and at a new angle that stimulated the twink’s prostate in a different manner than he had grown accustomed to.
The feminine male knew that too much pleasure was dangerous. During their first time together, he had been so overwhelmed by the unexpected waves of pleasure brought upon him that he had not only allowed Linfeng to kiss him, but he had instinctively kissed back…
Since then, Mala had categorically refused to kiss him again and had been able to keep his wits to ensure that it didn’t happen once more. He might be willing to admit that being pounded like a woman was not that bad, but he absolutely refused to act as though he were Linfeng’s girlfriend. That would simply be too much of a rejection of his masculinity.
Right now, though… The pleasure was strong, and he had to focus to not get lost in the heat of the moment again.
Not being able to clearly see what was happening behind him without turning his neck was strangely arousing as well. He was correct about Bestial being a far more submissive position for the receiver. He didn’t feel like he had much control compared to when Linfeng was claiming him in Holy Style.
He could feel his body being pushed forward with every thrust from Linfeng. The muscular cultivator tightly held onto the twink’s waist, and his manly grunts made Mala feel weak and vulnerable... But simultaneously, he felt warm and protected…
‘What’s up with this guy acting like my protector, anyway? He’s way too… Nice about it…’
“Mppf~”
He did his best to keep his mouth shut as he moaned.
“H-Ahhh~!”
The loud noise of flesh being slapped resounded throughout the room. Mala cried out in surprise as he felt Linfeng’s rugged palm make contact with his backside.
“Holy–Cut that out! We didn’t agree that you could spank me, damn it!”
As Mala was flustered, the pounding continued.
“My bad, you just have such a slappable ass… What do you want for allowing me to give it a good spanking session? I love the way you tightened when I did it just now”
“No negotiations! Just don’t do it!”
Mala looked back at Linfeng with a flushed face. It didn’t help that Mala was already feeling like he was nearing a climax. His rod was fully erect, and with each thrust he received, it would brush up against the pillow he had placed beneath his chest and abdomen to elevate himself on the bed to allow Linfeng to pound him whilst standing next to it.
“Alright, alright… What about pulling your hair?”
“Nope!”
“Holding your neck like this? Not hard, of course”
“Still no”
“What a shame… What about you let me kiss you again? Your tongue was delightful last time”
“Absolute no!”
“You and your pride, Mala. You shouldn’t be so stubborn. I know you like it. Don’t be ashamed of what you enjoy”
“You–Oh gods… I’m going to come!”
The twink couldn’t hold back anymore. A thrust from Linfeng pushed him over the edge, and strings of whiteness shot out from his tool, causing it to quickly lose its hardness as he was still being pounded.
Linfeng only came a few minutes later, unloading it all deep inside of Mala as he strongly leaned forward, nearly pressing his chest against the twink’s back as his warm breath washed over the fragile nape.
“Ngh… Why do you almost always have to start babbling in the middle of it? Just shoot your stuff and be done with it…”
“I just like making you all flustered. It makes you unconsciously tighten up”
Mala clicked his tongue as the cultivator pulled out, allowing the bandit to flip over onto the back, revealing the pillow he had just spilt his juices on… They were going to get an earful from the inn’s maid about this. Thankfully, she believed that it was Linfeng shooting his stuff. She didn’t know that Mala was also a man... Even though it was hard to believe so when hearing his moans.
At least, they had upgraded inn, and were staying in a better room since they had the funds for it. This place had what was still a novelty for most people: A ‘shower’–Which Mala quite liked. He found it to be quite convenient to wash up after being pounded and filled up–Which was a daily occurrence.
…Linfeng’s lust was supposed to be contained by absorbing Yang, but that was just his uncontrollable burst of lust. Linfeng himself–Having discovered the wonders of a nice love-pit–Was still very much enticed to use Mala’s body as often as possible, which was a good thing.
Just as the system had said, Linfeng hadn’t been picked for no reason. A good twink was something he had quickly come to greatly appreciate.
He absorbed Yang daily, nourishing his body…
“I’ll go take a shower”
“Can I join you?”
“We agreed on just one session a day, alright? And I know you won’t keep your hands or trouser snake to yourself if we take a shower together”
“I mean, I could let you keep more money from the axe you’ll sell if you let me…”
Mala marked a short pause.
“...How much is ‘more’, in this hypothetical, exactly…?”
Linfeng stroked his manhood slowly.
“This can be negotiated”