Tiêu đề Tailhook 6-10 ✅

Tailhook When a frivolous man 1 meets a righteous one 2 ; when one who has nothing meets another who lacks nothing Written by larivegauche Tags: Original Novel, BL, Long Novel, Completed, Plot, Modern, HE (Happy Ending), Power Couple, Switch Couple Other Tags: (Continuing with the) Love in the Air, Career-focused Novel, Atypical FWBs-to-Lovers A story where they: went on three dates before having sex, had sex for three times before breaking up, were together for three years before getting married Also: a slow-burn romance between two siscon Airbus pilots Pilot x Pilot. Ex-carrier-based aircraft pilot, current civil aviation model worker piloting A320 planes x The youngest captain in KLM who is piloting A330 planes. Contestant who faces life with a smile x Contestant who is rational and direct Zhou Qichen (周其琛) x Lang Feng (郎峰) —The tailhook, also known as the arresting hook, is one of the most important components on a carrier-based aircraft. When landing, the tailhook increases resistance through snagging onto the arresting wire suspended across the deck of the carrier. This is so that the carrier will be able to land on the runway within a short period of time. Globally, organizations whose members are naval carrier-based aircraft pilots are also called Tailhook Associations. This novel will mainly tell a story from Zhou Qichen’s POV. Derived from the side relationship in another novel The Approach (从万米高空降临). T/N: This is a fan translation done with permission by the author. It is strictly not for profit. Any copy of this translation outside of this Google doc is not the original. Thank you. 2 君子:a gentleman; a man with virtue and noble character 1 浪子:a man who flits from one partner to another, never able to settle
Table of Contents Glossary Chapters 1-5 Chapters 6-10 Chapters 11-15 Chapters 16-20 Chapters 21-25 Chapters 26-30 Chapters 31-35 Chapters 36-40 Chapters 41-47 + Postscript + Extras
6 - Present The thin, small tattoo was imprinted on the inner side of his right thigh; it was a string of numbers and letters. Lang Feng had only discovered Zhou Qichen’s tattoo his second time having sex with the other man. The thin, small tattoo, a string of numbers and letters, was imprinted on the inner side of his right thigh, somewhere the sun couldn’t shine on. That swathe of skin was quite pale while the ink on it was a stark black. It was in a very hidden place and was extremely sexy. Airline pilots had to go through a physical inspection, but not to the point of having to remove their underwear, and so this tattoo was done very close to his groin. Sex was not a physical inspection where every single part and facet of their bodies were checked, though, and so Lang Feng still had not discovered it initially despite how both of them were naked. The first time they had sex, Zhou Qichen had fucked him from the back and then sucked him off, but he’d never spread his legs before from the beginning to the end. Today it was his first time fucking the other man, also from the back, but Zhou Qichen’s knee was on the bed while he propped himself up on the headboard and raised his hips so that Lang Feng could fuck into him. Even with this position, Lang Feng still had not spotted it. His attention was not directed there, either, but on the other man’s chest, waist, shoulders, and butt. Because of their agreement to take turns topping, Lang Feng cherished this time he got to top, and he made love with abundant strength and earnestness. They were both men, and so sex felt nothing short of amazing. Conquering someone felt good, and conquering a strong man even better. And so when Lang Feng saw how Zhou Qichen’s voice was hoarse from getting fucked and how the muscles on his arms and shoulders were all tensed up and hard while he clenched tightly around Lang Feng’s cock, saw how into it and unrestrained he was, how he’d put all of himself into it... That all made Lang Feng feel really damn good. After Zhou Qichen came once, he flopped forward and down onto the bed. Lang Feng hadn’t come, though, so he flipped Zhou Qichen over, gripping his shoulders as he entered the other man again. Zhou Qichen seemed to have muttered a curse, “Fuck...” Before he could finish his sentence, though, Lang Feng raised his right leg and folded it. Lang Feng merely appealed politely, “I’m almost there.” Zhou Qichen said nothing, and the two of them entered a standstill. It was at this moment when Lang Feng lowered his head and caught sight of the string of numbers on his inner thigh.
“Put it in,” Zhou Qichen said at last, lazily and insouciantly. He’d always felt good, regardless if he was the one fucking Lang Feng or blowing him, or if he was the one getting fucked. Lang Feng shoved his cock inside while in this position. He changed the position of his hands to grab at the inside of Zhou Qichen’s thigh where the tattoo was at, watching as the muscles contracted, stiffened, and trembled. And then he sensed that Zhou Qichen had relaxed somewhat; the other man raised his hips so that he could go deeper in a smoother process. Lang Feng had found one of Zhou Qichen’s sensitive spots, which he caressed repeatedly with his palm. He then pulled out and fingered Zhou Qichen, curving his fingers as he probed for the other man’s prostate. All the while, his other hand was grabbing Zhou Qichen’s tattoo, closing his palm around it so hard that a red mark appeared when he removed his hand. When his thick and big cock was suddenly pulled out and replaced by his fingers, Zhou Qichen was not really satisfied. He propped his upper body up and asked Lang Feng, as if provoking, “Can you do it or not? My turn if you can’t.” Lang Feng was focused on fingering him, so he did not respond. Lang Feng found the spot later on, and Zhou Qichen almost moaned. “Mhnnn....” And then he pressed the other man, saying, “Do you want to fuck me or not?” “I want to.” The fact that Lang Feng had an answer for this question almost made Zhou Qichen laugh out loud. Why is this man so cute? So cute it’s almost creepy. It was miraculous, now that Lang Feng thought about it. In the past 29 years of his life, the number of times he’d spoken Chinese in bed was so few he could count them with one hand. It was firstly due to his past preference for handsome, blond, blue-eyed Dutch boys, but also because although he spoke Chinese well, it, to him, was a language used within familial spaces, a language he’d use when speaking to his parents and family or with his friends sometimes. He’d never seen any man with black hair and black eyes on his own bed before, looking relaxed and legs spread wide while he said to him in the mother tongue most intimate to him, “Lang Feng, fuck me.” He’d thought that he wasn’t interested, that he didn’t like men like that, but the instant Zhou Qichen had shed his clothes his brain had ended up short-circuiting. Lang Feng felt like he’d made a huge mistake in the past 29 years of his life, and he must quickly compensate for it after having this realization. After a while, Lang Feng found Zhou Qichen’s second sensitive spot, which was on the side of his waist. His waist was beautiful as well; it was sculpted, narrow, and it held a lot of strength. There were scars on it, but in those imperfections held beauty. Lang Feng touched his waist continuously as he fucked into him. Zhou Qichen said encouragingly, “Harder.”