CTS 29

The room was silent. Unnervingly so.

Shen Mo had just asked the question, and his palms were starting to sweat from the tension.

Ji Mingxuan didn’t say a word.

Time dragged on, long enough that Shen Mo thought he might have fallen asleep. Then, all of a sudden, the blanket was lifted, and Ji Mingxuan rolled over, pinning him down.

Shen Mo was startled. “Mr. Ji, you…”

The rest of the sentence never made it out. Ji Mingxuan kissed him hard.

His mouth crashed down, and his hand slid under Shen Mo’s pajama top, fingers roughly kneading his chest.

Shen Mo’s body shuddered. It had been a while since they last did this, and Ji Mingxuan wasn’t exactly being gentle. But now wasn’t the time to be swept away by lust. If he gave in too easily, wouldn’t he just be falling for the same trick again?

He struggled, pushing against Ji Mingxuan’s chest, but the man was stronger. In seconds, he had Shen Mo’s wrists pinned above his head. His voice came low and hoarse.

“Don’t move.”

His breathing was heavy, almost like that night when he’d been drunk.

Shen Mo stopped resisting.

Ji Mingxuan didn’t kiss him again right away. Instead, in the dark, his fingers moved slowly across Shen Mo’s face, brushing over his brows, eyes, and the bridge of his nose before coming to rest on his lips.

He lingered there for a moment, then spoke, his voice so low it could’ve been mistaken for a breath.

“Shen Mo?”

That gentle tone stirred something deep inside him.

“I’m here,” Shen Mo answered.

The moment the words left his mouth, Ji Mingxuan kissed him again. Fierce and consuming.

Shen Mo could barely breathe. Whatever question he had asked before was already forgotten.

As Ji Mingxuan kissed him, his fingers played with Shen Mo’s nipples. That was always the most sensitive spot. Before long, Shen Mo couldn’t hold back. His breath hitched, and when he finally spoke, his voice carried a faint quiver.

“Mr. Ji…”

Ji Mingxuan kissed him deeply before pulling back to take off his clothes. Then he leaned over again, pressing his body against Shen Mo’s. He was already hard, rubbing and grinding against Shen Mo’s groin.

Shen Mo’s body stiffened. His breath stuttered. The heat and pressure sent sparks racing through him, leaving everything between his legs damp and aching.

Ji Mingxuan guided his legs apart and pushed into him, filling him completely.

Shen Mo felt an intense stretch, so full it almost hurt. He tried to move away, but Ji Mingxuan held him by the waist and drove in harder. Shen Mo cried out, his voice shaking, unable to hold it in.

Ji Mingxuan slowed down and move inside him gently, thrusting in a steady rhythm. It only took a few strokes before Shen Mo turned soft and slick inside, his inner walls clenching tight around him.

Ji Mingxuan lifted one of Shen Mo’s legs, adjusting the angle so he could go even deeper. Each thrust now struck right against that sensitive spot inside him.

Shen Mo arched his back, moaning uncontrollably. “Mr. Ji…”

Ji Mingxuan kissed along his earlobe, his voice low and firm. “Say my name.”

Shen Mo clung to his shoulders, breathless, and finally called out, “Mingxuan… Ji Mingxuan…”

Ji Mingxuan’s gaze darkened. He pulled out slowly, then slammed back in with one hard thrust. This time he went in deeper than before, and both of them let out a shaky breath.

Shen Mo’s body trembled uncontrollably.

Ji Mingxuan’s kisses trailed lower, finally settling on the pale skin of Shen Mo’s neck. He bit down gently, teeth grazing across flesh.

“Shen Mo.”

He said the name with that same soft voice, but in the dark, it carried a dangerous edge.

And that kind of danger was impossible to resist.

Shen Mo answered faintly, completely dazed.

Ji Mingxuan took his hand and guided it down between their bodies. That place was hot, slick, messy. Shen Mo felt his heart skip a beat.

Ji Mingxuan licked along his throat, hovering like he might bite down at any second. His voice was low and warm, brushing against his skin as he said, “If I didn’t like you, how could I possibly be hard for you like this?”