Chapter 226: Chapter 226: The Drenched Brush

The man used his hand to forcefully tilt Julian Sterling’s chin upward. Julian seemed to witness the gaze opposite him darken dangerously in a split second, looking exactly like a ravenous wild beast that had just firmly locked onto its chosen prey. Then, without any hesitation, the man decisively captured his lips in a kiss. This kiss did not carry a single trace of the languid, playful teasing brought by the calligraphy brushes from earlier. Instead, it carried a rough invasion, coupled with a lust so thick and intense that it almost seemed to want to swallow the very soul of the person receiving it.

The fiercely hot, thin lips pressed powerfully against Julian Sterling’s own, sharp teeth ruthlessly biting and sucking at his softly parted lips, forcefully compelling the small, delicate oral cavity to loosen completely in order to welcome the deep intrusion. The rough tip of his tongue, carrying a blazing inferno of passion, immediately slipped deep into the warm, wet oral cavity. It relentlessly swept over every single tooth, grazed the sensitive roof of the palate, and then with utmost precision, caught hold of Julian’s soft, incredibly sweet tongue. The two tongues tightly intertwined and tangled without parting for even a second, their wet, sticky friction creating highly ambiguous, obscene sounds that echoed loudly within the otherwise silent space. Ethan did not afford Julian Sterling a single sliver of a chance to retreat or offer any resistance. He only single-mindedly tightened his iron grip on Julian’s chin, forcefully tilting his slender neck even higher to crazily demand and swallow every last bit of Julian’s stolen breath.

“Mhm… Ahh…”

The coquettish, whiny moan could not be suppressed in any way when his nether region was suddenly penetrated by a long finger thoroughly coated in slick lubricant. It was just a pity that his final, desperate pleas could only fall away into silence like withered flower petals, completely swallowed by that searingly hot kiss.

By the time his precious breath was finally returned to him, Julian Sterling had gone as entirely soft as a puddle of melting spring water, heavily leaning against the back of the chair while panting for air. Down below, Ethan Caldwell’s intruding finger had already been pulled out. Instead, the man wrapped his muscular arm around to the front, using his large, warm hand to support Julian’s lower abdomen and slightly lift it upward. This particular movement caused Julian Sterling’s slender waist to dip down even further, while his plush buttocks were forced to rise even higher, leaving that trembling, sensitive little opening entirely exposed to the cold, biting air.

“My sweet baby has to maintain this exact posture.”

The man murmured these words while tenderly kissing Julian’s sweat-drenched temple. While Julian Sterling had not even managed to fully regain his scattered senses, he could already distinctly feel that exceptionally brush tip sweeping across his sensitive flesh once again.

This time, the sensation was even more terrifying. The brush was directly painting and swirling around the delicate exterior of that small opening. The tight entrance had only just been forced open by the man’s fingers, leaving the surrounding exterior beautifully messy, completely slick with an arousing mixture of bodily fluids and thick lubricating gel. The fine rabbit-hair bristles absorbed the wetness, very quickly becoming exceedingly soft and pliable. However, it was precisely that intense softness that ended up creating a completely different, overwhelmingly stimulating sensation. The moment the soft brush tip teasingly glided in circles around the swollen opening, Julian Sterling’s legs began to tremble uncontrollably, his pale fingertips digging fiercely into the soft velvet material resting beneath his hands.

“Mhm… ahhh… hic…”

Shattered, fragmented moans spilled from his lips that had just been kissed until they were swollen and red. By this very moment, Julian Sterling truly did not have a single ounce of strength left to even continue moaning properly anymore.

“Just look at this, it really is a spectacular brush. Its ability to soak up water is truly excellent.”

While Julian Sterling was still drowning in the hazy afterglow of pleasure, Ethan Caldwell had already raised the tip of the brush in front of his face. Under the amber lights, the originally fluffy, ash-grey rabbit hair tip was now completely soaked, clumping together. The bristles were fully laden with a glossy, transparent liquid, an ambiguous mixture of the cold lubricating gel and Julian’s own slick bodily fluids. Glistening droplets gathered at the pointed tip, threatening to drip down. The sight of that liquid, which anyone would clearly recognize, immediately struck his vision, causing Julian Sterling’s earlobes and cheeks to flush so fiercely red that they looked as if they might bleed.

He panicked and wanted to dodge away, but the man was one step faster. Ethan Caldwell let out a soft chuckle, a laugh brimming with complete satisfaction. Then, the man’s wrist gently curved, allowing that drenched brush tip to descend, leaving its very first stroke upon the young man’s trembling, rounded shoulder.

The slippery, cool sensation of the brush tip grazing across the skin that was burning hot from arousal created a stark, intense contrast. Ethan Caldwell unhurriedly dragged the wooden shaft down along the violently heaving chest, leaving behind a crystalline trail of liquid that sparkled beneath the light like a fragile ribbon of mist. The soft brush tip slithered gracefully, deliberately lingering and circling around the highly sensitive, protruding peak that had long since become swollen and red. The sticky animal bristles traced agonizingly frictional circles, causing Julian Sterling to be unable to hold back a shattered moan, his chest subconsciously arching upward in a reflex of sheer yearning.

Yet, the teasing seemed to have only just begun. The calligraphy brush continued to glide along the firm crevice of his abdomen, drawing a soaking wet line straight down into the deep hollow of his navel. The rabbit-hair tip lingered there, gracefully painting another ambiguous circle right on the thin skin surrounding the navel, gathering numbing currents of electricity that coursed through all of his nerve neurons.

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