Xia Liu Yi traveled beneath the stars and moon, returning under the cover of night. The elevator doors slowly opened, and he stepped anxiously into the dark corridor. Yet upon seeing the faint light leaking from the crack beneath his apartment door at the end of the hall, he suddenly hesitated, like someone homesick yet afraid to return home.
He waved his bodyguards away and leaned against the gray wall outside the door, lowering his head in thought. He wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he still had to go inside and see He Chu San later—how would he dare smoke? So he could only nervously rub a lollipop wrapper between his fingers.
Suddenly, He Chu San opened the door from inside. Seeing him, he smiled. “Why aren’t you coming in?”
Xia Liu Yi tucked away the candy wrapper. “How did you know I was back?”
“I heard the elevator doors.”
Xia Liu Yi could only walk inside. On the coffee table in the living room lay a spread of data sheets, and the sofa bore obvious indentations. “You waited here all night?”
He Chu San closed the door and hugged him from behind, resting his chin on Xia Liu Yi’s shoulder. “Not that long. I only sobered up recently. I wanted to organize some documents, but I couldn’t focus at all. My head was full of you. Every word in those documents turned into you. Reading one page felt like flipping through an entire photo album of you.”
By now, Xia Liu Yi was long used to He Chu San’s ability to casually unleash truckloads of sweet talk. Turning around, he tugged at his thick-skinned face and gently said, “I’m going to take a shower.”
He Chu San refused to let him go, burying his face against Xia Liu Yi’s neck as he sniffed the familiar scent of sweat. Clingily, he asked, “You’re not leaving again this time, right?”
Xia Liu Yi’s gaze softened, but he did not answer. He only kissed him once on the lips and repeated, “I’m going to take a shower.”
He showered carefully, washing away the smell of sweat and the blood scent he could never fully conceal. He Chu San had surely noticed it earlier, but he had not asked a single question. That brat’s precision-engineered brain was definitely spinning its gears noisily again. Halfway through washing, Xia Liu Yi suddenly found it amusing, feeling like some rich master constantly suspected by his lawful wife of sneaking out for affairs.
But as he laughed, he sighed again. He realized he had changed a lot over the years. In front of He Chu San, he no longer possessed that ruthless attitude of “quit your bullshit, if you’re unhappy then get lost.” Instead, he had become hesitant and restrained. He Chu San had already become his weak spot, and even more terrifying was that he could not bear to cut away that weakness even a little.
He found it strange that He Chu San had not followed him into the bathroom for a clingy lovers’ bath. Only after coming out did he realize the brat had been up to tricks outside—all the lights in the apartment had been turned off. Two rows of flickering red candles formed a small path leading from the bathroom door all the way to the bedroom, where candlelight also swayed warmly and tenderly.
He Chu San sat at the bedside wearing the white dress shirt Xia Liu Yi loved most to see him in, waiting amidst the shifting candlelight, intending to upgrade proposal night directly into wedding-night consummation. Unexpectedly, he heard Xia Liu Yi laugh from outside before asking in a rough voice, “What are you doing, filming a ghost movie? Making me walk the road to the underworld?”
“Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey.” He Chu San was helpless against Xia Liu Yi’s talent for ruining the mood. Complaining, he said, “Brother Liu Yi, can’t you be a little romantic?”
“This is little-girl romance,” Xia Liu Yi replied. Wrapped only in a bath towel, he strode over in wet slippers, the gusts from his steps extinguishing several candles. Leaning against the bedroom door with folded arms, he grinned at him. “When we’ve got time, I’ll take you surfing in Hawaii, or horseback riding across the grasslands. Then you’ll know what real men’s romance is.”
He Chu San felt this had nothing to do with gender. He had seen plenty of girls surfing skillfully at the beach, and there surely were girls among horseback-riding peoples too. Besides, he thought his own version was gay romance, yet unfortunately the other gay man in the room always failed to appreciate the atmosphere.
All he could do was flop backward onto the bed and get straight to the point. “Brother Liu Yi, forget about men’s romance. Spring nights are short. Hurry up and come sleep with your man.”
Xia Liu Yi laughed softly. Swinging one long leg over, he climbed onto the bed, straddled He Chu San, tore open the white shirt in one motion, pinned his wrists above his head, and kissed him like a starving tiger pouncing on prey.
While struggling to breathe, He Chu San slipped his hand beneath the bath towel. Naturally, Xia Liu Yi wore nothing underneath. The entrance that had recently been prepared was soft and wet again—Xia Liu Yi had secretly used the little blue bottle in the bathroom beforehand.
He Chu San’s breathing immediately became more excited and rapid. Hooking two fingers into the greedily clenching little opening, he searched for the sensitive spot. Xia Liu Yi finally released his lips and buried his face beside He Chu San’s head, letting out pleasurable gasps as the fingers thrust inside him.
“This is bad, Brother Liu Yi,” He Chu San murmured. “You’re this thirsty. What if I can’t satisfy you?”
“If you can’t satisfy me… hah… then get lost.” Brother Liu Yi bit his ear and whispered, “I’ll find someone else to serve me.”
He Chu San slid his fingers inside him, listening to the wet sounds stirred up by the motion. Frowning, he asked, “Who do you want instead? Xiao Ma? Qin Hao?”
“Fuck, shut up, don’t mention them,” Xia Liu Yi covered his mouth. “That’s disgusting. I’m going soft already.”
He Chu San laughed beneath the warmth of his palm. His other hand slid down to grip Xia Liu Yi’s half-soft organ, rubbing and teasing at the slit. Brother Liu Yi could only get hard for him. He wished he could write that in giant characters and hang it outside headquarters—or print it on a folding fan and smack Qin Hao across the face with it.
Working quickly together, the two of them stripped off He Chu San’s trousers. Holding Xia Liu Yi’s waist, he guided him slowly downward onto his hardness. The moment they fully joined together, both men let out a sigh. He Chu San’s eyes reddened with moisture from the tightness gripping him. While suppressing his own breathing and resisting the urge to move wildly, he cupped Xia Liu Yi’s face and stroked him gently.
“Brother Liu Yi,” he murmured softly, instinctively wanting to say more sweet confessions.
“What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and move.” Xia Liu Yi, riding atop him, sounded impatient. He had already been opened up halfway, and the emptiness inside him felt unbearably lonely.
“…Fine, fine.” Falling for a gangster who chopped people up like slicing melons—what was the point of talking romance and moonlit flowers? He Chu San abandoned all his sentimental hesitation, spread Xia Liu Yi’s ass apart, thrust his hips forward, and slammed deep into him.
The coconut-shell big-headed doll at the bedside shook its little stick wildly. Alongside the creaking bedframe came endless moans. Xia Liu Yi had never been a restrained or reserved person to begin with. Once He Chu San had broken through his final defenses and entered him completely—body and heart alike—casting aside all awkward pride and tsundere stubbornness, he could become wanton enough to rival an entire Pacific Ocean.
He rode atop He Chu San’s increasingly solid abdominal muscles, his long legs making his glistening ass tremble and rise and fall.
His little tip, already bitten and sucked until swollen red, lay exposed damply in the candlelight. As He Chu San thrust into him, he rose and sank with the movement, brows furrowed while he stroked He Chu San’s sweat-soaked chest and taut waistline. Breathless moans spilled endlessly from his lips, utterly without restraint.
In Xia Liu Yi’s eyes, He Chu San had already become every bit a mature man now—clear-browed and handsome, broad-shouldered and strong-backed, the arms gripping his waist powerful and steady. As the rough, hard weapon churned and pierced inside him, waves of overwhelming pleasure crashed over him. Remembering the skinny, immature chick-like boy He Chu San had been when they first met, Xia Liu Yi could not help laughing inwardly—over all these years, this brat had truly struggled with everything he had to grow up.
His heart stirred with emotion. The way he looked at He Chu San became increasingly gentle as he bent down to kiss him again of his own accord. His fingertips traced the path of his kisses over He Chu San’s brows, eyes, nose, and lips. For the very first time, he felt that He Chu San was truly very handsome.
It was not that he had thought He Chu San ugly before. Rather, he had simply never paid attention to appearances. He could notice whether someone was strong or weak, but beauty and ugliness meant little to him.
He Chu San’s cheeks heated under such focused attention. His thrusting gradually slowed. He kissed the corner of Xia Liu Yi’s lips lightly and asked, “What is it?”
“Nothing. Just thinking you’re handsome.”
He Chu San smiled shyly and blankly. “Really? That’s the first time anyone’s ever said that to me.”
“How is that possible?” Xia Liu Yi tugged at his cheek. “You’re this handsome and no girls ever chased after you?”
He Chu San shook his head. “Back in middle school, they all thought I was skinny and weird. I only knew how to study, so they thought I was boring. Behind my back they called me ‘Monkey San.’”
Xia Liu Yi cursed softly in sympathy. “So that’s why you started liking men?”
He Chu San shook his head again. “The boys said even worse things. They beat me and stole from me too.”
Xia Liu Yi frowned. “Where are those bastards now?”
He Chu San smiled. “You don’t need to avenge me. Later on I became class monitor. The principal and discipline director both liked me a lot, so nobody dared bully me anymore. I helped them tutor their homework and signed off fake sick notes for skipped classes, so they started treating me like a friend. They even gave me snacks and comic books all the time. But still nobody chased after me.”
“What about university?”
He Chu San’s smile turned even more bashful. “In university, I fell in love with you.”
His whole heart had been fixed on Xia Liu Yi. How could he have noticed whether anyone else liked him?
Xia Liu Yi’s handsome face heated up again as he leaned over to kiss him. They kissed lingeringly for a long time. Feeling the scorching heat buried inside him, Xia Liu Yi’s entire body itched unbearably, as though tiny insects crawled beneath his skin. Unable to endure it, he muttered, “Keep moving.”
“Mmm?” He Chu San was already dazed from the kisses.
Xia Liu Yi leaned close to his ear and breathed out in a low, sexy gasp, “Handsome boy, keep fucking me.”
As He Chu San’s thrusts suddenly turned fierce again, Xia Liu Yi let out broken, drawn-out moans that sounded almost like crying. Loud slapping sounds rang out where their bodies met. The swollen entrance, slick with bubbling white fluid, had been fucked into a completely obscene, muddled mess by He Chu San.
His organ stood fully erect without needing any stimulation, rubbing between their stomachs as droplets of sticky fluid seeped out. Noticing the unusual heat of his arousal, He Chu San pinched his swollen, sensitive nipple while thrusting and asked, “Does your handsome boy fuck you good, Brother Liu Yi?”
“So good… ah… faster…”
Suddenly, He Chu San stopped moving. Xia Liu Yi continued panting helplessly, unable to stop himself, and opened his eyes in confusion to look at him. Supporting himself against the bed, He Chu San sat upright, flipped them over, and pressed Xia Liu Yi beneath him, hoisting his long legs onto his shoulders before beginning even deeper, rougher thrusts.
After being pounded relentlessly over a hundred times, Xia Liu Yi’s cries grew higher and hoarser. Eyes clouded with desire, he looked up at He Chu San while one hand gripped the bedsheets desperately and the other instinctively reached down to pleasure himself.
The sight of Xia Liu Yi flushed red all over, looking utterly seductive, made He Chu San grin wickedly. Cruelly, he grabbed Xia Liu Yi’s hand to stop him from relieving himself and instead forced it toward the place where their bodies joined.
“Brother Liu Yi, touch it. The inside of you is my shape now.”
Xia Liu Yi let out a breathless sound of shame and indignation. He looked as though he wanted to hit and curse him, but he was panting too hard to even talk back.
He was close to climaxing—front and back together—yet it still felt like pacing the edge of a cliff without finding the platform needed to leap off. He Chu San pressed Xia Liu Yi’s index finger into himself. Feeling He Chu San’s hard heat and the scorching wet softness inside his own body, Xia Liu Yi could not stop himself from trembling violently, shutting his eyes in unbearable embarrassment.
“Do you feel it? You’re so hot inside. I’ve fucked you ripe.” He Chu San sucked gently at his earlobe as he spoke.
“Hold me like this for the rest of your life, alright?”
“Let me come inside you, alright? Then your insides will all belong to me.”
“Y-you little bastard…” Xia Liu Yi moaned shakily. Suddenly, he clung tightly to He Chu San’s shoulders and back, wrapping his long legs around He Chu San’s waist as his insides spasmed violently around him. He Chu San let out a hoarse growl and thrust as deep as possible into him before climaxing hard inside him.
It felt as though gunfire had exploded inside his body. Xia Liu Yi threw back his head, trembling violently all over in spasms, mouth open but unable to make a sound. A climax unlike anything before swept through him. Clinging to He Chu San as though drowning, he spasmodically spilled out four or five spurts of white fluid while the violent contractions inside him continued for nearly two or three full minutes without stopping.
Xia Liu Yi’s unusual state frightened He Chu San badly. Panting, he stroked Xia Liu Yi’s burning-hot face and called anxiously, “Brother Liu Yi? Are you alright?”
Xia Liu Yi kept his eyes closed and gave no answer, only breathing weakly and heavily through his nose. He Chu San tried to pull out, but Xia Liu Yi’s insides still spasmed intermittently. The slightest movement made his whole body tremble harder and his breathing grow heavier.
He Chu San’s sexual experience was pitifully lacking—he had never seen anything like this before. Not realizing Xia Liu Yi had simply climaxed too hard, he thought he had somehow broken him and panicked in terror, repeatedly calling his name while stroking his face.
Xia Liu Yi finally let out a faint grunt through his nose and moved slightly, swallowing hard.
“Are you okay? Say something.”
“Mmm… I’m fine…” Xia Liu Yi murmured weakly. The dazzling fireworks in his mind gradually faded, and he finally regained some awareness, loosening his grip around He Chu San.
“I’m sorry. I’ll never finish inside you again.” He Chu San sounded deeply regretful. Since it was their wedding-night consummation, he had boldly decided not to wear a condom and simply clean Xia Liu Yi up afterward.
Xia Liu Yi opened his eyes to look at him. His gaze was still unfocused, tears dampening the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming climax. He pulled He Chu San’s head down and lightly rubbed their cool noses together.
“Dummy, I’m not hurt. It felt really good,” he said tiredly and relaxed.
He Chu San sighed in relief and kissed him. Just as he tried to withdraw, Xia Liu Yi pulled him back. “Don’t move. Stay like this and rest a while.”
Still joined together, the two of them embraced. Xia Liu Yi rubbed the sweat from his forehead against He Chu San’s shoulder and hoarsely added, “Rest a bit. I still want more.”
Turning his head, He Chu San kissed his forehead and his sweat-damp hair. “Mm, okay.”
After resting for a while, they went at it again. Gripping the headboard, Xia Liu Yi knelt with his legs spread wide apart, letting He Chu San enter him from behind. Trapped between He Chu San’s legs, he was pinned in a position he could not escape from—but he had no desire to escape at all. Tilting his head back against He Chu San’s shoulder, he moaned freely while one hand rubbed at his lower abdomen, trying to feel He Chu San inside him. In his haze, it felt as though all his internal organs had already been stirred into mush by that weapon, as though it might pierce straight through his stomach.
In a commanding voice tinged with tears, he ordered He Chu San to climax inside him once more. The strange yet unbearably shameful stimulation made him tremble violently, climax after climax crashing over him. Simply imagining that he possessed He Chu San completely—body, heart, even the fluid released inside him swallowed into his own body—was enough to drive him to the utmost heights of arousal.
The candles throughout the room had long since burned out. Thin moonlight spilled in through the windows, illuminating the floor littered with blood-red candle wax.
He Chu San leaned against the headboard while Xia Liu Yi sat half-asleep in his arms, eyes closed, his trembling legs unable to close together.
After a while, he slowly woke beneath He Chu San’s deliberately gentle movements.
“Still want to do it?” he asked hoarsely with his eyes closed.
“I’m helping you clean it out,” He Chu San whispered softly, fingers gently moving inside him. “We really can’t keep going anymore. You’re all swollen.”
Xia Liu Yi still wanted more. He did not want He Chu San leaving his body at all, but he could not make it too obvious—he feared He Chu San would see through his true emotions tonight, would notice his reluctance and attachment. Though honestly, he suspected He Chu San had already figured it out.
Sometimes he felt transparent in front of He Chu San. No matter how he disguised himself, the brat always sensed it. Yet when he looked at He Chu San, it felt like staring at a mountain hidden within clouds and mist.
Forget it, forget it. The jar’s already broken anyway.
So he boldly tilted his head and kissed He Chu San’s neck, rubbing himself in his arms with satisfaction when he felt He Chu San’s cannon load itself again.
Yet He Chu San suddenly wrapped an arm around his waist to stop him from moving, laughing bitterly. “Brother Liu Yi, stop moving already. You were way too fierce tonight. Even I can’t take it anymore. I admit defeat willingly.”
Xia Liu Yi’s old face flushed red. Before he could think of a response, He Chu San spread a palmful of cloudy white fluid in front of him. “Look how soaked you got.”
“Fuck!”
“Hahahaha—aah, ah, that hurts, stop hitting me! I’ll carry you to the bath…”
When He Chu San said he would carry him to the bath, he really did. Standing beside the bed, he planted his feet like a martial arts stance, gathered his strength into his core, and lifted Xia Liu Yi horizontally into his arms in one breath. Xia Liu Yi instantly remembered that failed princess carry from the first night they moved into this apartment together, and nervously wrapped both arms around He Chu San’s neck. Fortunately, this time He Chu San had improved tremendously. Gritting his teeth and moving steadily, he successfully delivered Xia Liu Yi safely into the bathroom.
Then he leaned against the wall clutching his waist, panting for breath for quite a while.
Seeing the ridiculous state he was in, gasping like he was dying, Xia Liu Yi teased him with amusement. “Next time, should I carry you instead?”
He Chu San subconsciously shook his head, then after thinking about it, nodded expectantly instead—only to get sprayed full in the face by the showerhead.
The two of them stood barefoot on the concrete floor, clingily bathing together. Xia Liu Yi even tried sneaking a hand down to tease the He family spear, only for its inheritor to stop him with remarkable restraint. “We really can’t do it anymore. You’re inflamed down there already. I heard some people even get fevers and diarrhea afterward.”
“When has your Brother Liu Yi ever been that weak?” Xia Liu Yi splashed water all over his head.
He Chu San laughed and hugged him. “The days ahead are still long.”
When Xia Liu Yi heard those words, hesitation flickered through his heart for a single instant. Then he smiled, leaned forward, and kissed him. “Mm.”
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