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Shen Yuan isn't gay.
But ...
But right now, he's at a gay club.
The only reason why he's here tonight was because he lost a bet. If past-Shen Yuan had been any smarter, he would have known better than to take up on any bets with his roommate, Shang Qinghua. No matter how much Shang Qinghua swore up and down that he hadn't cheated, Shen Yuan will never believe that he won the bet with pure, dumb luck.
Anyway, unfortunate mistakes were made. Even if there were doubts about the legitimacy of it, Shang Qinghua won fair and square, so it was well within his rights to enjoy his victory the way he wanted.
That, unfortunately, meant making (read: forcing) Shen Yuan to come with him to the gay club tonight, and remain there for at least an hour.
In Shen Yuan's argument, it was like getting a fish to live on land. Call him a sore loser but, as a straight man, he had no business setting foot in a gay club! It truly isn't a place for him. He ought to be at a normal club, where a straight guy like him belongs!
(Although in saying that, he isn't a club person at all. He'd rather spend his evening arguing with braindead folks with trashy takes on the internet forums, reading trashy harem webnovels or watching trashy harem isekai anime.)
So here Shen Yuan is, sitting at the bar of a club that he isn't supposed to be in, watching his roommate on the dance floor. Apart from the mobile game he was playing, it would've been a great source of entertainment to see Shang Qinghua making a fool of himself
Except Shang Qinghua is dancing with someone.
Actually, to call what he was doing 'dancing' would be too generous! It's more like clinging (rather pathetically if Shen Yuan might add) to his dance partner's shoulders — it made for a ridiculous sight since the guy was twice his size and towered over him so it looked like Shang Qinghua was trying to drag him down — while gyrating his hips and swaying along to the music. If not for the man's hands on Shang Qinghua's ass, Shen Yuan would've believed he didn't stand a chance.
What the fuck.
Shen Yuan doesn't know whether to laugh or throw something at them.
Don't get him wrong, he's not homophobic! He doesn't hate gay people. In fact, he has a few friends who swing for the same team! He just hates Shang Qinghua, who happens to be gay. And he hates that this loser of a roommate managed to catch someone's interest.
Shen Yuan turns around before he actually throws something at them.
The bar isn't much better, to be honest.
A few guys try to talk to him, presumably to hit on him, but Shen Yuan turns them down before they can get ahead of themselves. "I'm straight," he says, and watches their smiles falter each time. "I'm just here as emotional support for my roommate," he explains, because it'd be silly to admit that he's only here because he lost a bet. Then, he points at the direction of the dance floor. Before anyone can follow, he withdraws his hand and turns back around, confirming the message he's sending.
One or two guys persist but Shen Yuan pointedly returns to scrolling on his phone until they give up.
Look, he's not trying to play it cool or be mean, okay? A straight guy like him has no business being at a club for gay people. He literally failed to meet the first requirement to be here at all. He doesn't even like the music!
But he does feel a little bad for turning them down. In terms of looks, some of them aren't half bad at all. If Shen Yuan was a girl — or a gay man — he'd give them a shot.
Alas, the heavens ordained that he was straight, so no matter how handsome or charming a man was, there's no way Shen Yuan would go home with him.
Still, he can't help the tiny pinch of guilt watching the guys walk away each time.
Agh, if there's anyone to blame for ruining anyone's confidence tonight, it's Shang Qinghua! It's Shang Qinghua who was grinning like the devil and rubbing those grubby hands of his, insisting that it'd be a brilliant idea for Shen Yuan to come here.
"Because if you can't pull the girls, maybe you might want to try pulling a guy instead!" he said before nearly losing his eye when Shen Yuan threw a slipper at him.
Just because Shen Yuan has no luck with girls doesn't mean he's desperate enough to get with a guy! Sure, he can objectively appraise another man's level of attractiveness but that doesn't mean he's into guys like that. He's just secure enough in his own masculinity to appreciate other men, that's all!
Shen Yuan is considering texting Shang Qinghua to let him know that he's had enough tonight when someone brushes his shoulder. He startles, nearly dropping his phone.
"Sorry," says a voice, its deep, velvety tone somehow audible over the background noise. A hand touches Shen Yuan's shoulder lightly in apology.
Shen Yuan looks up, about to say that it's fine, only to forget how to speak.
It's not like he hasn't seen good-looking people in real life before, but rarely is he struck speechless by their looks alone.
With a smile made all the more inviting by those playful dark eyes, rumpled dark hair and soft kissable lips, the man easily looks like he could be a romantic tv drama's main love interest. He was dressed more plainly than most of the club-goers here, all black in a loose-fitting shirt and matching pants, but he looked effortlessly classier than everyone else. A silver chain glitters around his neck, drawing Shen Yuan's eyes to the top buttons of his shirt, which were open to reveal a glimpse of his muscular chest. His sleeves were rolled up halfway, treating Shen Yuan to the sight of muscles flexing in his forearms as the man calls the bartender over.
Shen Yuan can't stop staring at him. If you told him this man was some sort of actor or a model, he would have believed you. He couldn't imagine such a handsome man in any other occupation. If Shen Yuan was a girl, this man would be exactly his type.
"... and what would you like, baobei?"
The question snaps Shen Yuan out of his thoughts, causing him to take a few seconds to realize he was being spoken to. He startles, glancing from the man to the bartender then back at the man again. The man laughs and the sound of it makes Shen Yuan's heart flip in his chest.
"It's on me," he says with a wink. "Pick whatever."
"Uhhh," Shen Yuan responds, which is a step-up from outright gawking like an idiot, before stammering, "I-I'll have w-whatever you're having."
The bartender nods with a slight smile — probably glad that Shen Yuan is finally getting a proper drink instead of a lousy coke and hogging a seat at his bar — leaving the two of them alone.
Shen Yuan's face feels alarmingly hot. His mind reels from how quickly the situation has changed, going from Shen Yuan being determined to turn down anyone who tries to hit on him to letting this Adonis of a man buy him a drink. The man takes the seat next to him and Shen Yuan sneaks another glance.
If his brain was still working, Shen Yuan would've asked why this man randomly called him 'baobei' except ...
...
Well, for whatever reason, it doesn't bother Shen Yuan as much as he thought it would. In fact, this super good-looking guy calling him baobei makes him feel so —
"I like your phone case by the way," says the hot stranger, gesturing. "Is that from Immortal Warriors?"
Shen Yuan sucks in a breath, his eyes growing wide. "Wait, do you play that game too?" he blurts out, perhaps a little too loudly. He claps a hand over his mouth, embarrassed but the man's eyes crinkle at the sides in amusement.
"I just started it the other day. My meimei begged me to play with her," the man replies.
Shen Yuan nods, trying to rein in his excitement. "How are you enjoying it so far?"
"It's fun but I'm still learning how to play." The man pulls out his phone to show Shen Yuan his account while waiting for their drinks.
Incredible, Shen Yuan thinks, practically vibrating in his seat from the jostling mix of emotions inside him. Shang Qinghua made fun of him for being obsessed with one of the characters in the game, calling him cringe. But the fact that this bombshell of a man is telling him he thinks Shen Yuan's character is cool makes him want to look for that loser roommate of his and go 'See? I'm not weird at all!'
Somehow, they exchange friend IDs on the game, which makes Shen Yuan feel like he's accomplished the impossible when their drinks arrive.
"Ah, I forgot to say but thanks for the drink ..." Shen Yuan trails off uncertainly, suddenly aware that he forgot to ask for this handsome stranger's name in his earlier excitement.
"Binghe," says the man, his dark eyes twinkling. "And no worries. Just felt like getting something for a cute boy," he says that so effortlessly, grinning boyishly.
Shen Yuan's face grows hot at the compliment. He grabs his drink and remembers he had forgotten to introduce himself earlier too. "I-I'm Shen Yuan, by the way."
Binghe raises his glass, clinking it with Shen Yuan's. Their fingers brush ever so slightly. "It's so nice to meet you," he says and Shen Yuan blushes again.
They continue chatting over their drinks, drifting away from Immortal Warriors to other topics. Even with all the distractions in the background, talking to Binghe seems to make the world fade away. The drinks help, yes, but it's one thing to achieve the level of intoxication that Shen Yuan doesn't think too hard about his words, but it's another to just ... click so well with someone.
Compared to the other guys who approached Shen Yuan, Binghe was leagues above them from the start!
There's a pleasant buzz around his senses from the alcohol, but he suspects even without it, it'd be just as easy to smile and laugh and genuinely have a good time with Binghe.
Though, he's well aware of Binghe's intentions.
Shen Yuan isn't clueless. He knows Binghe is flirting with him; the look in his eyes, those lingering touches and teasing smirks. Even the sweet words and compliments he'd weave so effortlessly into his sentences don't escape Shen Yuan's notice.
Yet, he grows more and more charmed by him.
How does this guy do it? Shen Yuan wonders at the back of his mind when Binghe says something that makes him blush. How is he so smooth, so confident, and so classy? Perhaps a big part of it is his looks — he is very pleasing to the eyes and he seems to be aware of it — but combined with that silver tongue and natural charisma, not even a straight man like Shen Yuan is able to resist him!
They're teetering on the line between being friendly and being ... something else. But who should make the first move? Shen Yuan, who's been starstruck by this handsome man, or Binghe, who finds him adorable even when he's acting like his nerdy self?
"Bing-ge, I —" Shen Yuan starts to say when something heavy pounces on him from behind. He yelps, crushed by that solid mass while the edge of the bar digs into his ribs when a familiar voice yells in his ear.
"CUCUMBER-BRO, I'M GETTING LAID TONIGHT!"
Shen Yuan had almost forgotten Shang Qinghua existed.
"Dude, what the fuck!" Shen Yuan cries out as Shang Qinghua hauls himself off, laughing. "Too much info!"
"Mr Ice Guy's taking me home tonight," Shang Qinghua announces, jerking his head in a direction. His 'Mr Ice Guy', the guy he was dancing with earlier, stands a little away from them with a deadpan expression. If Shen Yuan wasn't annoyed right now, he would've thought the guy was being held at gunpoint.
"Anyway, my location's on your phone." Shang Qinghua pats Shen Yuan's shoulders. "If I don't turn up tomorrow, call the cops."
Shen Yuan is about to tell him that he'll celebrate if Shang Qinghua goes missing when Shang Qinghua turns around. "Whoa, who would've thought you'd pull this hottie?" he exclaims.
Shen Yuan wants to die.
Binghe laughs. "He's cute, isn't he?" he says, looking at Shen Yuan, which only makes Shen Yuan want to die for a different reason. "Can't believe he was all alone tonight."
"Oh, probably because no one else interested him until you came along," says Shang Qinghua before getting punched in the arm by Shen Yuan. "Wait till you look at his ass. You'll want to take him home after that," he says with a conspiratorial wink. He takes another punch in the arm but it doesn't wipe the grin off his face. Shen Yuan hates him so much. Wishing them both good luck, Shang Qinghua pats Shen Yuan's head with a proud look on his face before scurrying off to Ice Guy.
Shen Yuan almost apologizes for his roommate barging in on them when he notices something amiss. His glass was turned over, the remaining liquid and melting ice cubes spilt onto the bar.
Then, he looks down.
And decides that he will kill Shang Qinghua, if Mr Ice Guy or whatever he's called doesn't do it for him.
Shen Yuan didn't realize Shang Qinghua knocked his glass over and spilled it on him earlier.
"Oh my days," he groans. His crotch isn't a problem, if no one looks too closely since his pants are dark-colored, but his shirt is clearly soiled. At least his drink was more or less finished.
"Oh, you can come over to mine to get changed," says Binghe, noticing Shen Yuan's dismay. When Shen Yuan protests at the offer, he brushes it off with an easy smile. "I live nearby. We can leave from the back if you're worried someone will see."
Two thoughts spring to Shen Yuan's mind:
1) Wow, Binghe's such a gentleman, and,
2) Oh, I know what he's up to.
Shen Yuan isn't naive. He may not frequent clubs or make it a habit to hook up with strangers but he knows what will happen if he goes home with someone. Even in the smallest of chances that Luo Binghe did not actually have such intentions, things could happen. After all, Shen Yuan had walked into the club tonight with the iron-clad belief that he was 110% straight. But after meeting Binghe ... ah, best not to think too hard about it.
Anyway, the point is that Binghe has been so charming the whole evening that it wouldn't be surprising if he manages to charm the pants off Shen Yuan in a more private setting.
Didn't Shen Yuan's mother always say (to his meimei) that boys like him are the ones you should watch out for? Or maybe it's boys in general to watch out for ...
"Alrighty," says Shen Yuan. "Lead the way, Bing-ge."
When Binghe smiles at him, Shen Yuan blames the momentary lightheadedness on getting up too quickly.
Shen Yuan's not sure what happened but it happens.
Well, to be more specific, he's not sure who started it first — him or Binghe — or maybe he doesn't want to think too hard about who made the first move, for the fear that he'll realize things he's not ready to acknowledge just yet.
Like Binghe promised, his place is close to the club but it took longer than estimated to get there
Binghe's place is really close to the club, but between here and there is sort of a blur. He remembers the hand on his waist when they left the club, the way his heart raced when Binghe pulled him in close, thinking that Binghe looks way too hot for his own good when he's flushed and grinning like that, stumbling up to Binghe's place, hearing himself giggling —
Shen Yuan was pretty sure he was supposed to get changed into Binghe's spare clothes but ...
Anyway, that didn't matter.
What matters is that they ended up in Binghe's bed.
Shen Yuan's clothes are on the floor somewhere, while Shen Yuan himself is sprawled in Binghe's bed. Binghe had helped him out of his clothes when they were, ah, kissing — please don't ask how — leaving Shen Yuan in his underwear and fun socks.
Self-conscious, Shen Yuan starts to move to cover himself. And gets distracted.
A single, breathless "oh" floats its way past Shen Yuan's lips as Binghe takes his shirt off.
Binghe tosses his shirt aside, revealing his toned upper body, muscles shifting under smooth, tanned skin. His long hair, which should've looked messy from the wind earlier, looks so fluffy that Shen Yuan's fingers itch to comb through them, to rumple them. His eyes are dark with desire but it's the smirk on his lips that promise a good time.
Binghe couldn't have looked more irresistible. It's unfair men like this actually existed. Shen Yuan can't even breathe normally because of him, too awestruck by this fine, fine man who should be an idol or something. Girls would be fangirling over Binghe and asking for his SNS if they could see what Shen Yuan's seeing; they'd probably rip Shen Yuan's eyes out in jealousy.
When Binghe's hands move to take off his pants, Shen Yuan quickly looks away, flustered all of a sudden. His pulse leaps into his throat as he hears soft, shuffling noises. Then, silence before the mattress dips.
"A-Yuan~" Going from calling Shen Yuan by his full name to 'A-Yuan' was a new development tonight. Binghe's tone is playful, teasing even, prompting Shen Yuan to turn back to him.
Binghe's hand slides along his cheek, its touch making Shen Yuan's breath catch before fingers curl under his chin. A pair of soft lips brush against his. Shen Yuan melts right away, a sigh slipping out of him. He lets Binghe take the lead, sinking back into the mattress with Binghe on top of him.
Binghe is an incredible kisser. Ok, maybe it's unfair to make that claim when Shen Yuan can easily count the number of people he has kissed on one hand, but Binghe truly is incredible! Every brush of their lips together; every touch laid on smooth, bare skin; how each kiss becomes hungrier than the last, leaving Shen Yuan pliant and breathless. Even the occasional nick of teeth gets him making noises he never thought he'd make.
A familiar heat simmers low in his belly, making his lower half ache. In between messy kisses, he loops his arms around Binghe's neck, pulling Binghe close as their bodies slot together. Shen Yuan's breath catches when something hard presses on his own growing arousal.
Oh. Of course Binghe's hard too. If Shen Yuan, who up until tonight was certain he was straight, could get hard from all the kissing and whatnot, naturally Binghe would be.
A low, possessive noise leaves Binghe, making Shen Yuan's heart leap. He rolls his hips upwards.
Shen Yuan moans at the resulting spark of pleasure, fingers tangling in Binghe's soft hair. He feels Binghe grin against his neck. Binghe rolls his hips again, moving to suck on a spot on his neck just below his earlobe and earning a shaky gasp.
Tangled in each other's arms and legs, both of them begin to move in unison. It should feel silly rutting against each other like this, with only the flimsy layers of their underwear separating their cocks, when the most obvious thing to stop and take everything off, but ...
The delicious friction on his sensitive cock ... The wetness seeping through the fabrics ... Binghe's soft groans of pleasure ... It feels so good ... Shen Yuan doesn't want to stop, hearing himself pleading in a soft, breathy voice ...
"I think I'm gonna —" he breaks off with a moan when Binghe bites his neck. "Gege!"
With a pathetic little noise, Shen Yuan cums, soaking through his underwear. He hears Binghe chuckle against him. "Did you like it that much?"
Heat rushes into Shen Yuan's cheeks; he's glad Binghe can't really see him now, not with his face buried in Shen Yuan's neck. "I-it was good," he mumbles. "Did you?" he asks, suddenly self-conscious. "Like it too, I mean."
Binghe's face comes into view. Up this close, Shen Yuan can see his own tiny reflection in Binghe's eyes, partially veiled by a curtain of long dark lashes. Shen Yuan's breath catches in his throat as the corners of Binghe's mouth curls upwards.
It's so unfair how hot this man looks right now.
"Of course I did," he croons, giving Shen Yuan's ass a playful squeeze. "You were so cute too."
Shen Yuan blushes even more.
Binghe moves to get up. For a silly moment, Shen Yuan worries this is the end of whatever's going on between them. His stomach churns even more when he realizes he's the only one who came. What was the point of him being in this bed if he wasn't going to help Binghe get off too!
"Wait." Shen Yuan grabs Binghe's wrist. "You haven't —"
Finished, he meant to say until he sees the tent in Binghe's boxers. Shen Yuan sort of knew Binghe's size when they were grinding against each other but to see the outline of Binghe's cock, to see it straining against his underwear ... —
Shen Yuan swallows, his heart racing with a strange sort of excitement.
"Oh, I wasn't thinking of stopping just yet," says Binghe with a smirk. "Besides, we have all night, don't we?" Then he shucks off his boxers.
Shen Yuan can't help gasping aloud before catching himself. "Sorry."
Binghe laughs, amused. "What are you sorry for?" he asks, though his tone is teasing.
Shen Yuan blushes but sneaks another glance between Binghe's legs. He won't deny that he is a little envious — he could do with an inch or two — but what surprises him is the arousal stirring within him at the sight.
Binghe's cock is massive, much bigger than Shen Yuan's (though it's not like it was a competition from the start anyway). It stands tall and proud between Binghe's legs, curved slightly to the left, its thick shaft marbled with veins and ending with a shiny, flushed tip.
Shen Yuan has to take a moment to breathe, to let his fluttering heart resume its normal, baseline pace. He doesn't even notice when Binghe helps him out of his underwear, too distracted by the sight of Binghe's cock bobbing heavily between his strong legs.
Funny how Binghe technically hasn't done anything to him yet and he's here squirming in anticipation! Is it normal to feel this way after looking at someone else's dick? (Not that Shen Yuan is that into other dudes' penises! He notices a thing or two, but that's only because, well, he's just a little envious that theirs are bigger than his!) Maybe he's lightheaded because he hasn't properly recovered from his orgasm. Perhaps it's the alcohol from earlier. Or a combo of both, and maybe a secret third thing Shen Yuan has yet to acknowledge.
Shen Yuan would have continued listing possible explanations if not for Binghe moving between his legs.
Placing his hands on Shen Yuan's knees, he gently pushes them apart to make room. Shen Yuan lets him, his heart racing as he stares up into those dark eyes, hungry with desire.
Then, Binghe leans down to capture Shen Yuan's lips. His position over Shen Yuan causes his cock to brush along Shen Yuan's. A keen noise slips out of Shen Yuan at the exquisite sensation, which Binghe eagerly laps up.
It doesn't take long for Shen Yuan to become hard again.
Binghe's touch leaves Shen Yuan feeling feverish and desperate for more, eliciting soft, pleading noises but it's not until Binghe's slicked-up fingers trace the outline of his hole when Shen Yuan realizes what might come next.
"A-ah, wait! I forgot to mention!" he exclaims, interrupting the moment.
Binghe pauses, confused.
Floundering slightly, Shen Yuan tries to explain. "I-I've never gone this far with anyone before. So I don't — I don't know if this will work or if it'll hurt ..."
Sober Shen Yuan would've stopped himself from practically admitting he was a virgin — he read somewhere that was definitely a surefire way to kill the mood — but since there's no taking his words back, all he can do is brace for Binghe's reaction,
Instead of disappointment, the corners of Binghe's mouth twitch upwards. "So is this your first time with someone?" he asks.
Shen Yuan hesitates then nods. "I've never touched myself there either ..." he says. "S-so if you really want to do the butt stuff—" he glances down at the hand between his legs, and blushes, "— j-just take it slow, okay?" He holds his breath and squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for the feeling of intrusion.
Instead, he hears a soft exhale, like a chuckle.
"Alright then."
Huh? Shen Yuan's eyes fly open to find Binghe withdrawing his hand. "Wait, you're not going to ... fuck me there?" he asks though his voice catches and a flush creeps up his cheeks at the remaining half of his question.
"Mhm." Binghe flops down beside him before patting the mattress, indicating for Shen Yuan to lay down. "We don't have to do anything A-Yuan isn't comfortable with."
A small frown pinches Shen Yuan's eyebrows together as he obliges. "Really?" he asks, slightly dubious.
"Really." Scooting closer, Binghe whispers, "Besides, there are other ways we can get each other off ..."
Reaching out, he strokes along one of Shen Yuan's inner thigh, his featherlight caress eliciting a shiver of anticipation. When his fingertips graze Shen Yuan's balls, a whimper slips out of him. Embarrassed, Shen Yuan clears his throat in an attempt to play it cool, until Binghe touches his cock. Shen Yuan bites down on his lip, cheeks flushing red.
Usually he tries to make jacking off a quick thing, something to fulfill his needs every so often, but never has he ever touched himself the way Binghe does now — slow, curious yet teasing. He runs a finger upwards along the underside of the shaft, the slightest scrape of his nail on sensitive skin making Shen Yuan breathe shakily. When he reaches the tip, he gently taps the drooling slit, his finger coming away with a string of clear liquid. Then, he wraps his hand around Shen Yuan's cock and strokes languidly.
Shen Yuan already knows he's not the biggest. He is fully hard now from all the touching, but in Binghe's hand his cock looks tiny. And pathetic, drooling all over Binghe's hand as Binghe pumps him.
Perhaps under different circumstances Shen Yuan would have minded but now, as Binghe strokes him, all his focus is on the futile exercise of maintaining his composure while pleasure sweeps over him.
This whole time, Binghe's dark eyes have been watching Shen Yuan's reaction. Naturally he catches Shen Yuan trying to stifle the noises. "Let me hear you," he purrs, the huskiness of his voice, combined with the sweet, almost torturous sensation of being touched like this, making Shen Yuan whimper. The corners of his lips curls upwards. "Good boy."
Another bead of precum leaks from Shen Yuan's tip.
Not wanting to be 'useless' (and be the first one to cum again), Shen Yuan reaches out to grab Binghe's cock, determined to jerk him off too. His brain stops working — not that it's been working much tonight — when he realizes he can't wrap his hand fully around Binghe. It's probably partly due to his small hands but, heavens, Binghe's girth!
Was it possible for a dick this thick to exist? Is Binghe the prime example of what it's like to be blessed by the gods? A handsome face, a great body and a big dick too? What exactly had Binghe done in his past life to be born in this one?
"Fuck," Binghe groans, stiffening. "Easy on the grip."
"Ah, sorry!" Shen Yuan loosens his hold on Binghe's cock, silently admonishing himself for not handling Binghe's most delicate body part with a little more care. Then, taking a moment to clear his mind (as much as he can with Binghe touching him), he begins to stroke.
Jerking someone else off is a whole different thing to jerking yourself off — plus, it was Shen Yuan's first time holding a dick that isn't his own — so it takes Shen Yuan a bit of time to adjust his, er, technique. He starts off by copying what Binghe does to him, watching for his reaction the whole time.
Which is easier said than done, but Shen Yuan really wants to get Binghe off this time.
Just as Shen Yuan's hand starts to complain, he hears it. That low, sultry groan slipping past Binghe's lips, making Shen Yuan's pulse leap. Shen Yuan can't help squirming in excitement.
"Is that better, Bing-ge?" he asks, breathless.
Binghe groans in response. Seeing him unable to keep quiet himself, Shen Yuan finally lets out those desperate, wanton noises he's been holding back, his eyelids fluttering shut as he lets the pleasure take over him. "Feels so good," he whimpers, trembling. "Bing-ge ... Gege"
"Fuck," Binghe exhales, ragged. "Fuck, when you beg for me like that ... —"
Just as Shen Yuan teeters on the edge, the hand on his cock releases. Dismayed, Shen Yuan begins to cry out in protest. Only for his cry to turn into surprise when Binghe pulls him by the waist, closing the distance between their bodies. Shoving his hand between their bodies, Binghe wraps his hand around their cocks the same time he crushes his mouth into Shen Yuan's.
The urgency of his strokes, the wild, hungry way he devours Shen Yuan's lips and moans, Binghe's overall possessiveness over him add to the searing ecstasy of the moment, sending Shen Yuan hurtling towards his climax.
He cums hard, harder than he ever has in his life, that stars appear across his vision and his body shakes from the intensity of his orgasm. A wave of indescribable euphoria descends on him. If you told him he had died that moment, he would've believed you. He would've believed he died and went to Heaven tonight.
"A-Yuan~" A silky, seductive voice calls him back to Earth. Soft lips tickle his bare, flushed skin and teasing hands rove along his body once more.
Shen Yuan can't help stirring at Binghe's touch with a small, appreciative whine, sparks of arousal reigniting within him.
Surely another round wouldn't hurt. After all, the night is young.
Shen Yuan ought to make the most out of it with the handsome stranger who might have awakened something inside him. He'll deal with whatever comes next at a later time.
Or will he?