There are two types of orgasms.
One type causes all the pores on your body to open up, your mind to go blank, and all your senses to focus on the part of your body that is giving you pleasure. The tingling sensation is like lightning, striking your entire body in an instant. This type of orgasm is the most satisfying and unforgettable.
The other type of orgasm is more unique.
Xu Yang’s body was in the state after the second type of climax.
His hand was still tightly gripping the object that had begun to soften after ejaculation, and he could still feel the faint pulsations inside, declaring the outcome.
In theory, after ejaculation, one should gradually experience a state of physical and mental pleasure accompanied by fatigue. But right now, Xu Yang’s body had been satisfied, yet his mind was screaming, “Not enough! Not enough! Do it again!” But his delicate face showed no signs of pleasure, his brows furrowed, and even his breaths carried an enigmatic quality.
After receiving Li Mu’s call yesterday, Bi Yuan drove away from the house and headed to the studio, thinking about Xu Yang the whole way. It wasn’t because Xu Yang had suddenly come to the studio to find him, but mainly because he couldn’t figure out what exactly was going on between him and Xu Yang, and why he had been hiding at home these past few days.
After parking the car and pulling the handbrake, Bi Yuan began to space out.
To be honest, wanting to make a gay erotic short film was something he had to do. But how to do it, he hadn’t figured out yet. Xu Yang’s appearance was just a coincidence—the right person at the right time when he was feeling the urge to do something.
Thinking about it, Bi Yuan felt a bit shameless, even despicable. It wasn’t because he was wasting money recklessly—300,000 yuan was just pocket change and entertainment for him—but mainly because he suddenly realized how Xu Yang had been treating him these past few days, and he felt a pang of guilt.
There were many people who wanted to get money from him, but most of them were doing it to improve their own lives. Xu Yang, however, was doing it for someone else.
The car window was tapped from the outside by Li Mu, startling Bi Yuan, who was lost in his thoughts. He glared at Li Mu, who stood expressionless outside the window, and got out of the car with a sour expression.
“Don’t you want to face it, or what? You’ve been sitting in the car for so long and still don’t want to get out.” Clearly, Li Mu had noticed him the moment he parked the car.
“Just thinking.”
“If it weren’t for Xu Yang waiting for so long, I wouldn’t have disturbed you ‘thinking.’” After saying that, Li Mu pushed Bi Yuan gently, his gaze filled with complex emotions. This look left Bi Yuan confused, but he didn’t know how to respond, so he simply took advantage of Li Mu’s push and stepped into the studio.
“Sit down, there’s no need to be so nervous. It’s not like we’ve never met before.” Bi Yuan spoke with a hint of meaning, not forgetting to give Xu Yang a teasing look. From his appearance, it seemed as though the person who had been “contemplating life” in the car earlier wasn’t him. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and leaned back on the sofa, waiting for Xu Yang to speak.
“I… I’m here to thank Mr. Bi,” Xu Yang said, sounding a bit awkward.
“Thank me?” On the way here, Bi Yuan had speculated about Xu Yang’s purpose for coming, but he hadn’t expected the first reason to be to thank him. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for Xu Yang to continue.
“Well, Xiao Yue’s surgery went smoothly, and she’s already been discharged from the hospital. I’m really sorry for coming so late…” Xu Yang spoke hesitantly today, just like the first time Bi Yuan had seen him, timid and shy.
“What I mean is, thank you, Mr. Bi, for taking me to the hospital that day, and then… and then…” He glanced at Bi Yuan sitting across from him as he spoke, but after a long pause, he couldn’t bring himself to continue.
Earlier in the car, he had felt unprepared, letting someone film an erotic short film and constantly using money as leverage—it was despicable. But now, seeing Xu Yang still looking so timid, Mr. Bi realized that all his earlier thoughts had been a waste of time. He gave a light laugh, raised his chin, and gestured for Xu Yang to sit down and talk: “You’re standing there talking, and I have to tilt my head back to look at you. My neck is getting tired.”
“Ah, I’m sorry.” Xu Yang scratched his nose awkwardly and sat back down on the sofa. “Mr. Bi, I really appreciate it. Without the money you gave me, Xiao Yue wouldn’t have been able to undergo the surgery smoothly…”
Xu Yang kept looking down at his fingers, twisting his left and right hands together until his palms were sweaty, but he didn’t stop. He was very nervous. When Mr. Bi didn’t speak, after a long pause, Xu Yang seemed to gather his courage, lifted his head, and stared intently into Mr. Bi’s eyes.
This gaze was sudden, so sudden that Mr. Bi’s heart skipped a beat for a second, and his mind went blank. This gaze was different from every other time he had seen Xu Yang before, and even different from Xu Yang just a second ago.
He said, “The filming wasn’t completed that day. I’m sorry. Please choose another day, Mr. Bi. I’ll do my best to finish the filming.” After speaking, he lowered his head again, unable to look at Bi Yuan anymore, as if the words he had just spoken had exhausted all his courage.
The muscles on Mr. Bi’s face tightened uncontrollably. There was no denying that for a second, Xu Yang’s gaze had been astonishing. After hearing Xu Yang’s words, Mr. Bi felt an unusual sensation rising in his heart, one he couldn’t quite describe, a tingling in his chest.
“So you came today to schedule a time to continue the shoot?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Once upon a time, Xu Yang had carried a huge burden in his heart. That burden came from Xu Yue’s surgery, from the difficulties of his family, from his mother’s trust and expectations in him, and from his own inner desire for pleasure—there was no denying that he enjoyed the physical pleasure Bi Yuan brought him.
But every time such thoughts arose, Xu Yang felt suffocated by these burdens, and this cycle repeated itself, leaving him breathless. Thus, when he thought about the agreement he had signed with the closed compound to raise money for Xu Yue’s surgery, it no longer seemed like a shameful thing. In fact, Xu Yang felt grateful toward the closed compound.
Perhaps the consequences of filming that scene would be difficult to bear for a long time afterward, but Xu Yang had never considered blaming him. “Next time we film, I will do my best to cooperate.” His voice grew softer, and his eyes kept darting away.
The emotional tide within Xu Yang seemed to have not yet subsided; one could faintly see his chest rising and falling beneath his shirt.
Though clearly tense and abnormally shy, he forced himself to act calm and normal. Though inexperienced and lacking any skill, his simple self-pleasuring gradually aroused Bi Yuan, whose desire continued to demand release.
He slowly walked from behind the DV camera to the bedside, staring into Xu Yang’s dazed eyes. He undid his belt and pants slowly, letting his casual trousers slide to the ground. Then, under Xu Yang’s gaze, he undid each button of his shirt, revealing his muscular, powerful chest to the man who seemed both satisfied and unsatisfied.
He climbed onto the bed, pressing himself heavily between Xu Yang’s slightly parted legs, chest pressed against chest, his hands sliding through Xu Yang’s waist, feeling Xu Yang’s obedient submission, as docile as an unconscious kitten.
Burying his head in Xu Yang’s neck, he took a deep breath, then exhaled contentedly. The skin, covered in a thin layer of sweat, carried the faint scent of shower gel. Thinking of how Xu Yang had taken a shower in advance to prepare for this “date,” he felt an inexplicable swelling in his heart.
“I can’t help myself…” He rubbed his sweat-drenched skin against the man’s neck, his voice hoarse. “You feel it’s not enough either, don’t you?” He lifted his head to look into Xu Yang’s eyes, then before Xu Yang could react, he captured his lips with his own, kissing and licking repeatedly until Xu Yang submitted to the kiss, and the movements gradually grew more intense.
He loved the feeling of being openly accepted by this man, loved the feeling of making love with this man… Bìyuán found himself increasingly obsessed with the game of conquering Xu Yang.
The warm touch of their skin, their chests pressed tightly together, the “thump thump” of their hearts beating like an addictive poison, wanting to be closer, deeper…
The two on the bed explored each other’s bodies, lost in each other’s breath, like fish stranded on a beach, twisting their bodies to reach the center of the waves.
A month and a half ago, Xu Yang never would have imagined that he could help his bedridden sister undergo surgery, nor would he have imagined that he would meet such a man—a man who dragged him into the abyss yet also cleared away the layers of fog for him.
He secretly and cautiously drew satisfaction from each act of lovemaking, a sense of being conquered that brought him an inexplicable sense of security and dependence.
He longed for someone to give him everything he desired at the edge of his confusion and near collapse.
This was a small poisonous thorn secretly buried in Xu Yang’s heart. Once stirred, the pain would amplify endlessly, but the more intense desire, greed, and uncontrollable sense of decadence also grew and spread amidst the pain.
Xu Yang felt the unyielding penetration and the reckless thrusting within him. The thing rubbing between their lower abdomens began to swell and harden shamelessly, desperate for release. His thoughts were in disarray, but they were slowly overwhelmed by the pleasure brought by the unyielding force, drowning in the waves of desire, unable to escape.
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