Chapter 134 Together

Chapter 134 Together

Huo Zongzhuo reacted swiftly, almost instantly raising his hand to cup Jiang Luo’s face. His gaze locked intently on Jiang Luo, not missing a single flicker of emotion as he looked at him and asked, “What did you say?”

“Say that again.”

“You like me?”

Jiang Luo was clearly frantic, terrified that everything might just be a dream again. But even if it was a dream, he didn’t care—he might not get another chance like this if he missed it now!

He held Huo Zongzhuo’s gaze with equal intensity, his expression utterly serious, his words coming rapid-fire: “Yes, I like you. I really like you.”

“Now that we’ve slept together, and you’re open to being with a man, will you consider me?”

“I really, really like you!”

“Can we try being together?”

“I’ll be really good to you!”

“Or I could court you properly.”

“Is that all right? Would that be okay?”

Huo Zongzhuo seemed to have heard the most unbelievable words in the world, his face showing a complete and utter shock he would never normally reveal.

All night long, he had imagined many scenarios.

He thought Jiang Luo would turn on him, that Jiang Luo would be disgusted with him, that Jiang Luo might never want to see him again.

He had thought of so many possibilities, but never once did he imagine Jiang Luo would say he liked him and wanted to be with him.

Huo Zongzhuo was shocked to his core, beyond just his body and mind.

Reacting quickly, as if terrified the moment would slip away, he continued to lock eyes with Jiang Luo and blurted out, “Yes, yes, of course. Of course we should be together.”

“You don’t blame me, do you?”

“You don’t hate me?”

“You can accept being with me?”

Huo Zongzhuo needed reassurance desperately.

Jiang Luo was equally urgent: “Blame you? What for? How could I possibly hate you?”

“I’ve liked you all along.”

“Did you forget? I asked you point-blank whether you liked men or liked me.”

“You said no, definitely not, that you didn’t like me.”

“If I didn’t like you, why would I ask you those things?”

Huo Zongzhuo quickly explained: “I was scared you’d be repulsed, that you’d hate me. I couldn’t bring myself to admit it.”

“I thought I’d kept it hidden well, that you didn’t know, so at least we could still be friends.”

Huo Zongzhuo asked again: “So you’re okay with being with a man, with me, right?”

“You like me, you won’t reject me or despise me, will you?”

“What about you?”

Jiang Luo also needed confirmation: “How do you really feel about me? What do you think?”

“We’ve slept together, so you can accept me too, right?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

Huo Zongzhuo gave a very clear answer, his tone and expression firm, finally speaking the words he had buried deep in his heart for far too long: “All I feel for you is desire.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long!”

“I like you! I like you so much!”

At those words, Jiang Luo felt as if his whole world lit up. His face lit up with joy, his eyes widening even more, shining brilliantly: “Really? Are you serious?”

“You like me?”

“You like me too?”

“You’re not just humoring me? Not just comforting me?”

“It’s not because we slept together and you’re saying this to spare my feelings?”

“You mean all of it?”

“It’s real. I like you.”

Huo Zongzhuo’s heart was pounding in his throat. He never expected things to turn out like this.

Jiang Luo kept repeating the question, worried there might be some catch: “But I asked you before, and you said you didn’t like men and you didn’t like me.”

Huo Zongzhuo’s heart squeezed. He cupped Jiang Luo’s face with both hands, pressing their foreheads firmly together, and explained: “I was afraid you’d find out I’m gay.”

“I was afraid you’d hate me, despise me.”

“I chickened out.”

“I wasn’t honest with you.”

Jiang Luo’s world was now completely bright, so bright he wanted to leap up and shout for joy.

“Huo Zongzhuo!!!”

Jiang Luo also cupped the man’s face, his gaze unwavering, his voice loud and equally firm: “Let’s be together!”

“I like you, you like me—why wait any longer?”

“Of course we should be together!!!”

“Okay, together.”

Huo Zongzhuo’s gaze was as firm as if he wanted to devour him.

With that, they kissed simultaneously, consuming each other’s breaths, as if eager to consume one another. The kiss was heavy, urgent, and passionately lingering. As they kissed, they collapsed back onto the bed together.

Jiang Luo, pressed beneath him, lay on the pillow still looking stunned, while gently stroking Huo Zongzhuo’s face, profoundly touched.

He asked again, "You really like me, right?"

He was so scared that everything was just a dream.

"Really, I like you. I love you."

Huo Zongzhuo kissed him, and in turn, confirmed with Jiang Luo again, "You won't hate me, right?"

"You won't leave me? You won't not want to see me again?"

"Your feelings are the same as mine, aren't they?"

"Yes, yes."

Jiang Luo kept nodding, "It's true, I like you."

"How could I possibly hate you, leave you, or not want to see you?"

"Even if you didn't like me, I’d still shamelessly cling to you."

He added, "I thought you were a straight man. You know, I asked you before, and you said you didn’t like men, didn’t like me..."

Huo Zongzhuo kissed him gently, "It's my fault. I’m a coward. I didn’t dare to admit it."

"It's my fault, it’s all my fault."

The two kissed again, their kisses passionate and emotional, awakening deep feelings within.

They didn't need to say anything else.

They had confirmed each other’s feelings and now understood everything completely.

Were they cowardly? Absolutely. If not for cowardice, given their close relationship and their respective intelligence and awareness, how could they have failed to notice each other’s feelings?

Cowardly? No. It was because of love. Love makes one cautious, love makes one timid, making them afraid to speak up. They would rather keep it to themselves than reveal and admit it face to face.

If it weren’t for love, when asked point-blank, Huo Zongzhuo wouldn’t have coolly denied it.

If it weren’t for love, Jiang Luo wouldn’t have "let it go," wouldn’t have sung love song after love song, and certainly wouldn’t have talked to Huo Zongzhuo about what would happen when he got married.

It was all because of love.

Smart as they were, they understood all this without needing to spell it out.

Because they understood, Jiang Luo ached for Huo Zongzhuo’s hidden feelings, and Huo Zongzhuo also understood Jiang Luo’s unconscious hints.

So that’s how it was.

That’s how it had always been.

They understood each other even more now.

Two hearts that even moonlight couldn’t penetrate before had finally broken through everything and pressed close together.

Clothes were scattered by the bed, where two entangled figures clung to each other in passion.

Huo Zongzhuo used the remaining bottle of oil on the bedside.

He was very gentle, very slow, incredibly tender.

But Jiang Luo still furrowed his brows.

Huo Zongzhuo bent down and kissed him.

Jiang Luo’s brow furrowed even tighter, little by little.

He felt it—incredibly deep.

Who in their previous life spread the rumor that Huo Zongzhuo was no good?

Jiang Luo felt like slapping that guy.

He felt he couldn’t handle it at all.

Jiang Luo tried hard to hold on until Huo Zongzhuo began.

"Ah..."

Jiang Luo instinctively arched his neck, lips slightly parted, his body and soul feeling overwhelmingly restless.

This was different from his previous life—he had always been the top before.

Now, being on the bottom, so deep, was a new experience for him. He felt uncomfortable at first, then gradually began to feel pleasure. The sensation was indescribable, as if his soul were being tossed up and down wildly, his consciousness blurring, his mind filled with flashes of white light.

For the first time, he realized that lust could feel like this.

That being with someone you love felt this way.

It felt as though their souls were trembling together, their physical sensations gradually synchronizing.

In the end, they reached climax together.

Jiang Luo felt it had been too long—how could Huo Zongzhuo last so long? He was exhausted.

He lay face down on the pillow, dazed again, so tired he wanted to sleep.

He looked as if he’d been fished out of water, sweat covering his forehead and back.

As the tide of passion receded, the pink flush on his body remained, a sign of the pleasure that had just passed.

Huo Zongzhuo leaned over him, gently kissing his shoulders and back, one kiss after another, tenderly—the way this man always treated him.

Jiang Luo let out a muffled groan in his throat. Huo Zongzhuo moved closer, kissed behind his ear, and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

True to his nature, Jiang Luo couldn’t resist a cheeky remark even now, "Are you asking about the top or the bottom?"

Huo Zongzhuo laughed, his low, pleasant voice ringing in the boy’s ear, making Jiang Luo shiver.

Huo Zongzhuo played along, "So, is the bottom full?"

"Not bad."

Jiang Luo boasted as usual, "Just so-so, average."

Huo Zongzhuo’s laugh shook, "So it’s just average?"

Then, while saying, "Seems like it’s not full yet," Huo Zongzhuo slowly, slowly entered him again.

Jiang Luo buried his face in the pillow, his shoulders instinctively arching, his entire back forming a graceful curve.

When Jiang Luo woke up, Huo Zongzhuo was holding him, leaning against the headboard, having just hung up his phone.

"Awake?"

Huo Zongzhuo tilted his head and kissed his temple.

As Jiang Luo moved his legs, he immediately felt something leaking out.

He remembered that before falling asleep, they hadn’t used anything—he went in raw.

Shaking off the drowsiness and regaining awareness, he felt the soreness in his waist and thighs. He opened his eyes: "Yeah, I'm hungry."

"Wanna shower first?"

Huo Zongzhuo spoke gently: "Can you get up? I’ll carry you. There’s a bathtub—you can soak for a while. I’ll call down and have food brought up."

"Mhm."

Jiang Luo had no strength and added, "It’s all leaking out—your cum."

Huo Zongzhuo got up to carry him and calmly said something dirty, "Didn’t you want to be full?"

"Shut up."

Jiang Luo let out a soft laugh.

Once in the bathroom, Jiang Luo finally noticed something weird and asked curiously, "Why are we in a hotel?"

"Didn’t we go home last night? I was drunk."

"No, we didn’t."

Huo Zongzhuo didn’t elaborate, nor did he want Jiang Luo to know about Xue Zhizhong’s bullshit.

"After we eat, I’ll take you home."

Jiang Luo wasn't bothered either way but sighed, "Our first time happened outside. I thought it’d be at home."

Then, as he got into the bathtub, he remembered something. He reached out, wrapped his arm around the man’s neck, and asked seriously, "Was it your first time? Did you have other homes? Other brothers before?"

"What’s wrong?"

Huo Zongzhuo also sighed, "Don’t you know whether I have other lovers or not?"

"I don’t know. It’s not like I’ve known you since childhood."

Jiang Luo grabbed the man’s chin and insisted, "Tell me, did you?"

Then he got to the point: "It was so good it’s hard to believe it was your first time."

"If you say you had no experience, I wouldn’t believe it."

Huo Zongzhuo let out a low laugh, cupped the back of Jiang Luo’s head, pressed close, and gave him a firm kiss. "Don’t worry, there’s only one home, one son, one brother."

"It’s not about experience—I'm just good."

"You're full of it."

Jiang Luo smiled, threw both arms around the man’s shoulders, kissed his lips, and said, "Come in and soak in the water with me."