——I’ll tell you when we get back to your place.
Bi Yuan repeated this sentence in his mind several times, even after arranging with the driver which route to take, he secretly glanced at Xu Yang’s expression to see if he was nervous or regretting his decision.
This sentence was like a signal, flipping a switch inside Bi Yuan’s body, causing it to start “thumping” and activating every cell in his body, eager to face what was about to come.
The car came to a smooth stop in front of the garage door. When the designated driver said, “Please give this service a five-star rating,” Bi Yuan smiled broadly, took out his phone, and gave the driver a thumbs-up, then tipped him 66.66 yuan.
Upon entering the house, both of them smelled of alcohol. Aunt Lin kindly asked, “Would you like me to make some hangover soup for you?” At that moment, Bi Yuan was holding Xu Yang’s hand, intending to lead him upstairs to the bedroom, and simply waved his hand to indicate that they didn’t need it.
“If you don’t sober up, you’ll have a headache tomorrow!” Aunt Lin called out softly to the two as they walked upstairs. The word “sleep” coming from such a kind-hearted elderly woman made Xu Yang’s face flush with embarrassment.
When they were still in the car, he hadn’t felt particularly embarrassed, but now that they were actually at Bi Yuan’s house, Xu Yang felt awkward and restrained.
The last time he came, it was pitch black, and he entered through the small garage door. With his eyes closed, he was dragged upstairs, stripped of his clothes, and rolled around on the bed. This time, he was dragged in through the front door by Bi Yuan, with the living room lights brightly lit. Aunt Lin’s expression was clearly visible, and Xu Yang began to doubt whether his decision was correct.
While Xu Yang was tense and conflicted, Bi Yuan was excited. He casually said, “Aunt Lin, go to bed early. Don’t worry about us. We’ll take care of ourselves,” and hurriedly sent Aunt Lin to rest. Then he took Xu Yang’s hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom.
Opening the door, bringing someone inside, closing the door. The series of actions were done extremely quickly, and before Xu Yang could react, he was pressed against the door, forehead to forehead with Bi Yuan, their breaths intertwining.
“You said you could come to my house, so don’t regret it.” Bi Yuan pressed his forehead against Xu Yang’s and whispered, “I’ve been thinking about you for days.”
The room was dark, with the floor-to-ceiling windows covered by curtains. Only a faint glow from the garden seeped through the curtains, but it wasn’t enough for Xu Yang to see Bi Yuan’s face clearly.
It didn’t matter that he couldn’t see clearly. If he couldn’t see this person, he didn’t have to fear his eyes—Xu Yang always felt that Bi Yuan’s eyes could see through him, from his face to his heart. Now that he couldn’t see those eyes with their invasive power, Xu Yang thought, he didn’t have to worry about being seen through, and he could be bolder.
Being bolder meant being more proactive. Bi Yuan had said he’d been thinking about him for days. Calculating the time, from their last lovemaking to today, there had been the matter with Zhou Lanyue in between. Bi Yuan hadn’t had time to tease him, and even if he had, Xu Yang hadn’t been in the mood to respond. Adding it all up, it wasn’t just a few days—it was nearly two weeks.
Bi Yuan’s lips gently kissed his forehead like a dragonfly skimming the water. Xu Yang had been preoccupied, but since he had already taken the initiative to speak up in the car, he knew there was no turning back. Some things, if not resolved today, might escalate into an uncontrollable situation in the future, and then it would be too late.
At that moment, being held in Bi Yuan’s arms, whether it was the warmth of Bi Yuan’s body or the effect of the alcohol, he felt very hot. In this heat, there might also be a faint sense of anticipation.
He lifted his head and gently touched Bi Yuan’s lips, only to be immediately drawn in. The sucking and licking continued, until Bi Yuan’s tongue slipped into his mouth, and the two exchanged passionate kisses. The true neon lights of desire were just beginning to glow.
In the past, Xu Yang had always been too shy to look at Bi Yuan during their lovemaking, only catching a glimpse or two in the haze of passion. This was the first time they had faced each other like this, naked under the lights. Bi Yuan lay half-reclined on the soft sofa, watching the young man straddling his abdomen, his heartbeat accelerating rhythmically.
Looking at Xu Yang’s flushed face, Bi Yuan carefully undid each button of his shirt. This shirt belonged to him; he had given it to Xu Yang to wear the last time he brought him home. Over time, Xu Yang never mentioned returning it, and by the time Xu Yang appeared at the press conference wearing it, Bi Yuan had almost forgotten about it.
On this man, the shirt didn’t look too big or ill-fitting; it looked absolutely stunning.
All the buttons were undone, but he didn’t rush to take it off. Bai Yuan’s fingers slowly traced down Xu Yang’s clean neck, caressing every inch of his skin as if it were a precious treasure. The taut skin seemed to tremble slightly under his touch. Bai Yuan shifted his gaze from Xu Yang’s chest to his eyes, filled with springtime beauty, then down to his slightly parted lips, tempting him to kiss them.
Their gazes met, and their lips slowly drew closer until the two pairs of lips, slightly heated by passion, clung to each other. Only then did they seem to exhale in relief, letting out satisfied sighs.
It was the first time they had been so tender and gentle with each other, and for the first time, both decided to slow down and savor the thrilling pleasure the other brought them.
Xu Yang’s hands climbed up the closed chest, carefully unbuttoning the shirt. The young man’s fingertips were not as delicate as a woman’s; the fingers that had always helped his mother with household chores were calloused, and the sensation of them touching the skin caused an inexplicable excitement in the closed chest.
A tingling sensation spread throughout the body like an electric current.
The pants were kicked off onto the carpet during their exploration. The burning desire to press against each other and rub together seemed no longer important. What mattered was the feeling of both satisfaction and continued longing between their chests.
Lips and tongues exchanged saliva endlessly, as if licking wasn’t enough. Both of them tried to push their tongues into each other’s mouths, playing in the slippery saliva. The tips of their tongues touched and tangled, causing their emotions to rise.
Their palms pressed against the trembling waist, carrying a sensual scent, slowly roaming across the exposed chest and abdomen revealed by the open shirt. Until Xu Yang couldn’t help but place his hand on his broad shoulders, resting his chin on his neck, breathing heavily. Closed Wall finally relented and moved his hands backward, using the force characteristic of male possessiveness to knead the area between the buttocks along the lower back.
Xu Yang had always been accustomed to waking up early, walking to the subway station, and taking the subway to school. Over the years, this habit had unconsciously developed a layer of thin muscle on his buttocks and thighs. The firm, rounded buttocks, the long, slender thighs, and even the slightly taut calves were all irresistible to Bi Yuan, who caressed them for a long time, almost wishing he could stick his hands to this captivating skin, merging the person into his body, becoming one.
As Bi Yuan caressed him erotically, Xu Yang’s breathing grew increasingly unstable, his gasps coming out in irregular bursts, high and low. His face pressed against Bi Yuan’s neck, his hot breath blowing against Bi Yuan’s ear, each breath sending a shockwave through Bi Yuan’s eardrum.
The desire in Xu Yang’s lower abdomen carried a tempting heat, rubbing against him with unbearable friction. Sometimes, when the movements were slightly more vigorous, the scrotum would brush against his sensitive tip, causing the closed wall to almost lose control.
Unable to resist, he gently slapped Xu Yang’s buttocks. However, the impact of his palm against the flesh did not stop the young man’s seductive movements on his lower abdomen. Instead, a muffled groan escaped his throat, and his waist arched forward, his rounded buttocks lifting even more temptingly.
Such a sensual scene left Bi Yuan unable to resist licking and kissing Xu Yang’s shoulders and collarbone, his tongue inch by inch exploring the young man’s smooth skin. His hands, as if to comfort him, caressed the buttocks that had been slapped, his fingers unable to resist, like agile little snakes slithering into the slightly warm crevice, caressing and tormenting the place that had contracted into a tight ball due to tension.
The area teased by the fingers was sensitive yet pleasurable, causing Xu Yang to tremble slightly. That heart-consuming desire filled Xu Yang’s chest with an unknown longing, and the already erect object couldn’t help but rub against Bi Yuan’s abdomen, its posture provocative.
He wanted more, front and back, he wanted more! At that moment, Xu Yang’s mind was filled with an intense desire.
“Mr. Bi…” Xu Yang’s breath, tinged with the intoxicating scent of alcohol, brushed against Bi Yuan’s neck, arousing such desire in Bi Yuan that he longed to devour this slightly intoxicated man. Xu Yang was grinding against him, every part of him so hot. For a moment, Xu Yang murmured his name, and it sounded to him like a voice drifting in from another world, hollow and unreal.
Bi Yuan didn’t respond, so Xu Yang persisted, calling out “Mr. Bi” over and over again. As Bi Yuan’s kisses grew hotter and hotter, Xu Yang’s calls grew more and more persistent, as if he wouldn’t stop until he got a response.
He had never seen Xu Yang be so bold in his advances. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Xu Yang’s usual reserve seemed to have been thrown into the Himalayas, far away, leaving only recklessness behind. He couldn’t help but hold Xu Yang tightly, exploring his body. Every inch of his skin was like a magnet, drawing his hands closer.
But why was Xu Yang calling out to him, calling out over and over again? The sound mixed with desire, making it hard to tell if he was craving or…
“Yangyang?”… Bi Yuan finally noticed the unusual tone in Xu Yang’s voice and reluctantly stopped rubbing his buttocks. His breathing was still uneven, but he was willing to stop at that moment, carefully lifting the face hanging on his chest to see the person who had been calling him. But as soon as his palm touched the cheek, he felt a dampness.
Xu Yang was crying!
“Yangyang, look at me,” he lifted Xu Yang’s face. In the darkness, he couldn’t see Xu Yang’s expression, but he could feel his tightly clenched lips trembling slightly from crying. Bi Yuan couldn’t resist wanting to kiss him, so he pressed his lips against Xu Yang’s, gently licking his lips one by one, “Don’t cry.”
His heart was being torn apart, crushed into a ball by an invisible hand, accompanied by Xu Yang’s sobs as he called him “Mr. Bi,” each one torturing him anew. He could only keep kissing him; there was nothing else he could do. Even the fully erect thing between his legs pressing against Xu Yang’s buttocks couldn’t stop him.
His Yangyang was crying! But why was Yangyang crying?
“Mr. Bi…”
All the panic, anxiety, and pent-up grievances Xu Yang had been holding inside for days seemed to erupt all at once under Bi Yuan’s gentle kisses and caresses. He couldn’t control his sobs and tears, and the words he had been brewing for so long only came out as a continuous “Mr. Bi.”
Mr. Bi’s hands were so warm, and the feeling of his hands slowly exploring his body was so wonderful. Xu Yang’s heart was torn and twisted. He wanted to cry and tell Mr. Bi about all the heartache and sorrow he felt, but the eager thing beneath him made him extremely excited, wanting to be penetrated, wanting this man to bring him to climax.
“Mr. Bi… Mr. Bi…”
Xu Yang couldn’t take it anymore. The terrifying things he had been fantasizing about in his mind these past few days were driving him mad. He lifted his head and looked at Bi Yuan with tear-filled eyes, sobbing, “Mr. Bi, please…” But before he could finish, he couldn’t help but sob uncontrollably.
Seeing Xu Yang crying so sorrowfully, those tears sliding down his cheeks felt like sharp little knives, slicing into his heart one by one. Bi Yuan wanted to ask him, “What are you begging for?” But Xu Yang shook his head, unable to speak, and his waist involuntarily sank down, landing with a thud on the hard, throbbing member between Bi Yuan’s legs.
Sitting between Bi Yuan’s legs, with his buttocks pressed against that large object, Xu Yang suddenly recalled the scenes from his dream where he had engaged in intimate acts with a stranger—also with his legs spread apart, pressed against a large object…
“Mr. Bi, I don’t want to film anymore! I don’t want to film those videos anymore, okay…” Xu Yang suddenly broke down, clinging tightly to Bi Yuan’s neck and wailing loudly.
——Mr. Bi, if I suddenly made a request to you, would you agree?
——What request?
—Would you agree to any request?
—Well, you have to tell me what it is. If you asked me to die, I might not be able to agree.
The playful conversation they had had in the car not long ago still echoed in his ears, but now Xu Yang had suddenly collapsed into his arms, crying like a child, so wronged and helpless.
Closed Wall finally realized what Xu Yang was asking of him. And in that moment of realization, the scars on his chest, carved by Xu Yang’s tears, felt as though they were about to split open, causing him such pain that he wanted to slap himself hard across the face.
The distracted Xu Yang of recent days, the pensive Xu Yang, and the Xu Yang who was now crying so hard he was nearly unconscious yet still managed to comfort his swollen desire—all of them caused him such heartache he could barely breathe. It turned out he was afraid, afraid that one day the videos that had been filmed would suddenly be exposed to the public, afraid that those filthy words would be used against him.
And the very thing that terrified him was himself.
“I’m sorry…” Holding the person crying uncontrollably in his arms, Bi Yuan’s heart felt like it was about to stop. He didn’t know how to comfort Xu Yang, so he could only repeat “I’m sorry” over and over, then kiss his swollen, red eyes, filled with guilt and apology, saying, “We won’t film anymore. We won’t film anything like that ever again. Those videos… they won’t exist anymore.”
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