RTCBM 52

Romance had always been something Wen Shang created for others. But today, for the first time in his life, someone had created it for him. Even if it was a little rough around the edges, he was happy.

The person he liked could sing opera, was warmhearted, kind of dumb, but also incredibly adorable. He had misjudged him once before, but fortunately, he didn’t miss his chance. With someone this good, how could he possibly say no?

The best reply wasn’t words, it was action.

Wen Shang grabbed the back of Mu Yuan’s head and kissed the soft lips he had long yearned for. The kiss was deep and lingering, wordlessly conveying everything he felt. Mu Yuan felt it too and responded with the same passion.

The boys hiding in the shadows couldn’t hold it in anymore. One by one, they jumped out and ran over, surrounding them while clapping and jeering loudly.

The quiet, romantic atmosphere was instantly wrecked by the rowdy bunch. Wen Shang reluctantly let go of Mu Yuan.

“Why the hell are there other people here?”

“They’re here to back me up, duh,” Mu Yuan said, smug and totally unashamed. He pointed at Wen Shang and told his boys, “Well? What are you waiting for? Call him sister-in-law.”

Everyone shouted in unison, “Sister-in-law!”

Wen Shang’s face immediately darkened. He turned to look at Mu Yuan, who was sticking out his tongue and making faces. Wen Shang gave his ass a firm squeeze. “I’ll deal with you later.”

Mu Yuan grinned. “Sure. Your place or mine?”

Before Wen Shang could answer, Mu Yuan continued, “Let’s go to yours. It’s bigger. We can do whatever we want.”

Wen Shang stayed silent.

This was the first time Mu Yuan and Wen Shang made love as a real couple.

Mu Yuan was impulsive and always followed his heart. As soon as they walked through the door, he grabbed Wen Shang and pushed him against the wall, kissing him fiercely. He bit and sucked hungrily, and when their desire took over, neither could bring themselves to stop. Still tangled together, they stumbled their way upstairs and into the bedroom.

The last time they had sex was half a month ago. More than ten days without touching each other, and now, just having Wen Shang pressed against him, even through their clothes, had Mu Yuan burning up with excitement.

Mu Yuan couldn’t wait and reached for Wen Shang’s belt, but Wen Shang caught his hand and pressed it down.

“Hurry up. Give it to me now,” Mu Yuan urged impatiently.

But Wen Shang pushed him away, then walked calmly over to the cabinet. Under Mu Yuan’s watchful gaze, he slowly opened it and pulled out an outfit. Mu Yuan thought it looked familiar. He stared at it for a moment, then realization hit him.

Shit. Wasn’t that the flight attendant uniform from last time?

“Why the hell is that thing still around?”

“I saved it for the right moment.”

Mu Yuan caught a flash of mischief at the corner of Wen Shang’s lips. Wen Shang held up the uniform in front of him and said, “Put it on.”

Just because they were close now, didn’t mean Mu Yuan could forget how much of a pervert this guy was. He frowned hard, his whole face scrunched up as he flatly refused Wen Shang’s ridiculous demand.

“Hell no.”

“Why can’t you just have normal sex like a decent person? Why do you always need to play these twisted little games?”

“I just want to see you wear it.”

“Not happening.”

“Put it on and I’ll give you fifty thousand.”

“Save your money. I wouldn’t wear it even if you beat me to death. If you want to do some uniform play, go do it yourself.”

“A hundred thousand.”

Mu Yuan glared at him. Rich second-generation bastard, so what?

He huffed and rolled his eyes, still looking smug, but in the end, he snatched the flight attendant uniform out of Wen Shang’s hands and stomped off toward the bathroom.

Wen Shang followed behind. Mu Yuan suddenly turned around and snapped, “You planning to follow me in and peek while I change too?”

Wen Shang leaned against the bathroom doorframe and pointed toward the wall cabinet above the sink.

“Just wanted to tell you there’s a new razor in there.”

Mu Yuan instinctively touched his chin. He’d just shaved this morning. What the hell would he need a razor for?

Wen Shang’s gaze shifted to Mu Yuan’s legs. He gave him a gentle reminder.

“Don’t forget to clean off the leg hair.”

Mu Yuan was speechless.

Mu Yuan stepped out of the bathroom, now dressed in the uniform. Wen Shang was sitting like some kind of lord on the leather sofa in the center of the room, leisurely eyeing the man in front of him. This kind of rare moment obviously called for a photo. He picked up his phone and opened the camera, but Mu Yuan lunged over and snatched it from his hands.

“I only agreed to wear it for you to see, not for you to take pictures.”

“One shot, five thousand.”

Mu Yuan’s resistance to money was just as weak as his resistance to pleasure. Just moments ago, he had been all righteous and firm, but the second he heard there was money in it, his face bloomed like a flower.

“Come on, take a bunch. Make sure I look cool, or you’re dead.”

Shameless as ever, Mu Yuan posed for the camera like those sexy models he’d seen in magazines and on TV. He threw out sultry looks, flirted with his eyes, and even blew kisses toward the lens.

Wen Shang had seen guys cross-dress before. Most of them actually looked like pretty girls, slim, graceful, elegant. Mu Yuan, on the other hand, looked exactly like a rough, straight-up man in women’s clothing. No softness, no charm.

But so what? Wen Shang liked him just like this. Thought he was adorable, thought everything about him was lovable. Just because he liked Mu Yuan. Liked him so much that even his flaws felt like strengths.

As the phone kept chiming with money notifications, Mu Yuan couldn’t stop grinning. High on the excitement, he opened a remix track and started dancing right in front of Wen Shang.

The center of the bedroom turned into his personal stage. Mu Yuan let go completely, climbed onto the coffee table, twisted his waist like a lazy cat, and looked over his shoulder at Wen Shang with a flirty little glance. The beat of the song picked up, going from slow to fast, and Mu Yuan stood straight again, following the rhythm with bold, energetic moves.

Wen Shang was honestly a little stunned. He remembered asking Mu Yuan to dance for him before, and back then, the guy didn’t look like he knew how to dance at all.

“You said you didn’t know how to dance.”

Mu Yuan bit his lower lip, ran his tongue slowly along the corner of his mouth, and shot Wen Shang a teasing smile full of sexual innuendo.

“Whether I dance or not depends on my mood. If I feel like it, I’ll dance. If I don’t, then I won’t.”

As he spoke, he moved closer step by step until he stood right in front of Wen Shang. He spread his legs and straddled Wen Shang’s lap, deliberately grinding his hips against him. Then he leaned in, brushing his lips near Wen Shang’s ear, and whispered in a low, raspy voice that dripped with temptation.

“I heard friction can spark a fire. Think it’s true?”

As he spoke, his tongue flicked out to lick along the curve of Wen Shang’s ear.

Wen Shang couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed Mu Yuan’s waist and pressed him down hard, thrusting up against him, driving his bulge right into the curve of Mu Yuan’s ass.

“Getting hard, aren’t you?” Mu Yuan squinted, eyes curling with a wicked grin.

“No shit.” Wen Shang buried his face in the crook of Mu Yuan’s neck and bit his collarbone and neck. As he bit and kissed, he scooped him up without changing their position and carried him to the bed.

His large hands slid up and down the smooth, freshly shaved thighs, gradually moving higher until they slipped under the skirt. He yanked down Mu Yuan’s underwear, roughly pulling it to his ankles.

Mu Yuan didn’t resist. He lay there quietly and obediently, lifting one leg, still looped with the panties, and hooked it around Wen Shang’s waist. Their eyes met, both dark with lust. They kissed again, deeply and messily, lips and tongues tangled, saliva mixing between them.

Mu Yuan reached down and grabbed the bulge in Wen Shang’s pants, fingers wrapping around the firm, swollen length. Then, he unfastened the buckle and pulled down the zipper. With a mischievous flick, he snapped the glans with his fingers.

“Your dick’s huge.”

“Because I’m about to fuck you.”

Wen Shang meant every word.

He spread Mu Yuan’s long legs and grabbed the half-used bottle of lube from the bedside drawer. The cold, slick fluid pooled in his palm. He rubbed it evenly, then reached behind Mu Yuan and pressed into the tight hole, easing his fingers in bit by bit.

It had been many days since the last time. Wen Shang was careful, not wanting to hurt him.

The stretch made Mu Yuan squirm and itch deep inside. He arched his back again and again, panting lightly and urging him with a hoarse voice.

“Hurry up. I can’t take it anymore.”

Wen Shang was more than satisfied with his honesty. He cupped Mu Yuan’s chin, peppered his lips with kisses, then brought one hand to his chest, playing with the dark red nipples, pinching and rubbing. The other hand guided his rock-hard cock to the slick, twitching entrance and slowly pushed in.

Once he was fully inside, he began to move.

Mu Yuan felt that hard cock thrusting in and out of him, starting slow, then gradually picking up speed, until the pace turned wild and merciless. He loved this kind of rough, intense sex. It made everything feel more vivid, more consuming. Each time Wen Shang rammed into his sensitive spot, he moaned shamelessly, giving in completely to the pleasure. When it got overwhelming, he would let out a breathy, drawn-out “Wen-gege~”, the soft voice paired with his tousled hair and disheveled clothes made him look like someone being ravaged. The sight drove Wen Shang mad with lust, unleashing the beast inside him. His burning cock pounded even deeper, even harder, like it was tearing through him.

They tried it all, facing each other, doggy-style. Still not satisfied, Mu Yuan rolled over and switched things up again. This time, he made Wen Shang lie on his back while he straddled him.

“Lie still. I’ll do the work~” Mu Yuan winked playfully, like a cocky little prince. He tilted his chin up and looked down at the man beneath him, taking full control as he started to move his hips. Up and down, grinding and bouncing, twisting his waist while his perky ass rubbed and rotated against Wen Shang’s crotch.

“Wen-gege, feels good? Isn’t your little prince skilled?” he teased smugly. His dark, lively eyes sparkled with mischief. Suddenly, he clenched his abdomen, tightening around the thick cock buried inside him.

Wen Shang let out a low growl and smacked him on the ass with a mix of frustration and helplessness.

“You’re gonna break your man’s dick if you keep clenching like that.”

The little prince stuck out his tongue, leaned down, and gave his lover a sweet kiss.

Wen Shang flipped them over again, taking back control.

“Time to change the scene.”

With a smile tugging at his lips, one full of wicked intent, he lifted one of Mu Yuan’s legs high and shoved in from the side. He thrust hard, burying himself deep, ramming right into the spot that made Mu Yuan cry out over and over.

At twenty-five or twenty-six, both of them were in their physical prime. Add love and lust into the mix, and there was no way either of them could hold back. They gave in to their desires completely, no restraint, no holding back. The whole “friction sparks fire” theory was thoroughly proven on that bed.

By the time Mu Yuan woke up, it was already noon the next day. He yawned, stretched his arms wide, and stepped out of bed naked before heading to the bathroom for a shower.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, he looked over his body. His neck, collarbone, chest, thighs, everywhere was covered with kiss marks left by Wen Shang. Instead of being bothered, Mu Yuan actually narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. He stood there admiring himself for a good while, chuckling and shaking his head.

“Damn. My wife’s a real beast.”

Speaking of which, where the hell was his wife?

After finishing his shower and stepping out of the bathroom, Mu Yuan called out a few times around the house but got no answer. In the end, he found breakfast waiting on the table downstairs. There was a note left on top that read:

“I went to work. Breakfast’s on the table. Help yourself.”

Mu Yuan pulled out his phone and took several photos of the breakfast from different angles. Then he downloaded a beauty filter app just to touch things up before posting the pictures to his Moments. He captioned it:

“Wifey’s loving breakfast~”

The post immediately got flooded with likes from all his buddies. His mission to show off his relationship was a complete success. Feeling pleased, he tucked his phone away and finally dug in.

After getting thoroughly satisfied the night before, Wen Shang showed up to work in top form. The sun was shining bright, and even when a few employees made some stupid mistakes, he let it slide without a word.

At 3:15 in the afternoon, Wen Shang returned to the office after a client meeting and found Mu Yuan there. He had even brought afternoon tea for the staff. Ever since their relationship got better, Mu Yuan had been dropping by more and more. At first, the employees were terrified of him, he was like a ghost sighting, and people would scatter the moment they saw him. But over time, especially after word got around about what had happened with Chris, Mu Yuan’s image in their eyes began to shift.

Seeing Mu Yuan laughing and chatting with his colleagues made Wen Shang feel genuinely happy.

Then something caught his eye. Wen Shang suddenly noticed the kiss mark on Mu Yuan’s neck. He pointed to his own neck, then motioned toward Mu Yuan, trying to give him a heads-up.

Mu Yuan didn’t get it. He just grinned and waved him over while holding out a slice of cake.

“Want some?”

Wen Shang quickly pulled him into his office, shut the door, and turned to grab a Band-Aid from the drawer. He peeled it open and pressed it onto Mu Yuan’s neck.

“What the hell are you doing?” Mu Yuan looked confused.

“Covering the hickey,” Wen Shang replied. “With a Band-Aid.”

“Why should I cover it? That’s a mark my wife left on me.” Mu Yuan tugged down his collar, revealing a few more hickeys on his collarbone. “Look at that. My wife’s a wild one. Other guys’ wives act all cute and clingy. Mine fucks people. Amazing, isn’t it?”

Wife this, wife that. Wen Shang was starting to feel a bit sour just listening to it. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Mu Yuan.

“Sounds like you didn’t get fucked hard enough last night.”

Mu Yuan wasn’t bothered at all. He grinned and sprawled out across Wen Shang’s desk, turning to the side and striking a pose. He gave the CEO a flirtatious look, then smacked his own ass with a wink.

“Come on then. Your little prince is lying here, waiting for you.”

He sounded and acted exactly like someone messing with a shy housewife, completely shameless.

“You really think I won’t?” Wen Shang muttered. He was convinced this guy didn’t know the meaning of behaving.

Just then, someone knocked on the office door from outside. Mu Yuan jumped off the desk in a flash, snuck another bite of cake, then walked over to Wen Shang, grabbed his chin, and gave him a kiss, leaving behind a thick taste of cream.

“I won’t bother you at work anymore. I’m heading back. Wait for me after you get off, okay? I’ll come pick you up and we’ll go out to eat.”

Before leaving, Mu Yuan even turned around and struck a pose he thought was super cool. The move couldn’t have been cheesier, but that smile, warm and radiant, went straight to Wen Shang’s heart.