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At this moment, the person standing in front of him was Ying Ming. He could reach out and pull him closer or lift his foot and kick him away.

But Ying Ming simply leaned his body very slowly to the side. His entire movement felt like a slow-motion scene, as though the speed had been reduced by dozens of times. The eyes that had been avoiding Shi Yi’s gaze since earlier finally met the wild and crazed look in his. The gradually shrinking distance between them felt like the countdown on a ticking bomb. When their lips touched, the timer hit zero, triggering an explosion that left nothing behind but wreckage and ruins.

Shi Yi felt that this wasn’t a kiss.

It was an attempt to tear each other apart.

No matter how deeply they kissed, it wasn’t enough. The limited areas of contact between them were driving them both mad. Shi Yi clasped the back of Ying Ming’s head tightly. Their teeth clashed together, and they both winced, frowning in unison. Their mouths were filled with each other’s taste, a blend of alcohol and smoke that flooded their senses, suffocating them.

No one else would kiss like it was a life-or-death struggle.

Shi Yi couldn’t feel himself breathing, nor could he sense Ying Ming’s breath. They were like two people trying to steal each other’s life force, desperately entangling themselves tighter and tighter, driven by pure survival instinct as they drained every bit of oxygen the other could provide.

Others often described love as beautiful and self-sacrificing, but for Shi Yi and Ying Ming, their love felt like the violent grip of an executioner.

Brothers. Friends.

There was no going back.

This raw and naked excitement, tinged with desire, left them both bruised and battered yet trapped in an intoxicating high they couldn’t escape.

Ying Ming’s choice wasn’t to extend a hand or offer a funeral farewell.

He pounced on Shi Yi, dragging them both into ruin together.

Their foreheads pressed against each other. Ying Ming gripped Shi Yi’s shirt collar tightly. Their faces were so close they were practically glued together, and their ragged, chaotic breaths landed on each other’s skin.

Both of their eyes were bloodshot.

Clenching his teeth hard, Ying Ming glared at Shi Yi with a determination that had never been so resolute before. His voice was fierce and firm.

“Shi Yi, just one night. I’m only asking for this one night. After tonight, we’ll still be brothers, still be friends. You’ll go back to being the grand Young Master Shi. We can eat, drink, party together, and share life-and-death bonds, but brothers will stay brothers. We’ll each get married, have our own families, build our careers…”

The veins on Ying Ming’s hands bulged as he used all his strength. The two of them clung to each other like drowning men, tearing at each other with desperate ferocity.

“If you can’t forget, then just remember this one time. Shi Yi, in this lifetime, we’ll only have this once.”

The next second, Shi Yi kissed Ying Ming again.

Shi Yi found Ying Ming’s words irritating. Or maybe he was just too tired to care anymore. Right or wrong, if they had already gone off track, then how far they strayed was just a question of degree, not of nature.

What’s broken stays broken. Pretending otherwise is just fooling yourself.

Shi Yi instinctively tried to drown out Ying Ming’s concerns with action, but that only shattered the last tenuous grip Ying Ming had on his rationality.

He wasn’t someone who lost control easily.

Or rather, ever since he’d learned to manipulate his emotions to meet a director’s expectations, feelings had become something he could only release through sudden, fleeting bursts. He was skilled at controlling his emotions and, more than that, at controlling his desires. After filming so many movies, physical intimacy without emotional depth had become just another performance technique.

That was why he was almost always the one doing the teasing, rarely the one being pushed over the edge.

Shi Yi, angered by Ying Ming’s provocations, never realized that Ying Ming wasn’t holding up any better.

Especially since Ying Ming had figured it all out before he did.

What Ying Ming carried inside wasn’t just forbidden feelings but the accumulated weight of countless internal battles, long-standing inner conflict, nights spent in sleepless torment, and those sudden, desperate attempts to hit the brakes before everything spiraled out of control.

It wasn’t easy to endure.

To be precise, it was enough to drive a person mad.

Ying Ming pinned Shi Yi down onto the sofa, bit down on his lips, prying them apart forcefully. Just when he felt Shi Yi responding, he abruptly pulled back. Slowly, he leaned in again, teasing, pulling away, repeating the game of approach and retreat that he’d played with Shi Yi that night on stage. Over and over, he cycled through the chase, savoring the way Shi Yi’s gaze darkened with every move, growing more intense until it threatened to boil over. At that critical moment, Ying Ming leaned in and covered Shi Yi’s mouth completely, letting the overflowing tension spill over in full.

This kiss was long, stripped of the earlier desperation and struggle.

Once they stopped fighting their own denial, all that remained between them was the deeply suppressed emotions that had been locked away for so long. The moments they had shared, the conversations they had exchanged, and the past they had lived together flickered through their minds without any coherent logic. And gradually, in that kiss, they found a sense of satisfaction unlike anything they had ever known.

But that sense of fulfillment didn’t last long.

A man’s instinctive drive for lust surpasses conscious thought. Even after releasing every last ounce of emotion from the depths of their hearts, they still unknowingly surrender to the pull of desire. When that urge stirred in Shi Yi and Ying Ming’s minds, an unspoken struggle began once again without either of them realizing it.

Shi Yi and Ying Ming had never truly fought each other.

They had brawled together and raced together. They were both well aware of each other’s strengths, yet they had never seriously competed one-on-one.

Being the one pinned underneath always came with its disadvantages. Shi Yi’s shoulders were firmly held down by Ying Ming’s skilled grip, and no matter how much he wanted to resist, he was powerless. Frustrated, he jabbed his knee at Ying Ming, trying to force him off. But before he could act, Ying Ming moved first, easily seizing his weak spot.

The expression on Shi Yi’s face at that moment made Ying Ming narrow his eyes in satisfaction.

Ying Ming pressed a soft kiss to Shi Yi’s jaw, then trailed his lips downward along the curve of his neck. The wine that had soaked into Shi Yi’s skin seemed to evaporate with his body heat, gradually releasing its intoxicating fragrance. Mesmerized, Ying Ming indulged himself, savoring every inch. His hand rested precisely over Shi Yi’s most sensitive spot, gently soothing his growing arousal. Their breaths mingled in the air, heavy with frustration and unfulfilled desire.

The buttons on Shi Yi’s shirt came undone one by one, and soft nips traveled upward, leaving tingling shivers in their wake. As Shi Yi sank deeper into the haze of lust, a cool breeze brushed his chest. He frowned slightly and opened his eyes just in time to see Ying Ming straddling him and slipping off his glasses.

Shi Yi reached up to stop him.

Ying Ming arched a brow, grinning, and gave a teasing sway of his hips.

Shi Yi let out a muffled groan and sucked in a sharp breath.

He stared at Ying Ming in disbelief, but with his right eye blurred, he could not make anything out clearly. In the half of his vision that remained, all he could see was Ying Ming’s face, his wicked smile still lingering.

In games like this, Ying Ming was never the one at a disadvantage.

He peeled off the sleeveless shirt clinging to his upper body. Completely in control, he leaned down again and kissed Shi Yi, pacifying his frustration before slowly lowering his body.

When their chests pressed together, Shi Yi’s back arched instinctively. It was a subconscious reaction to the sudden jolt of sensation.

Ying Ming’s entire body lay flush against Shi Yi’s, slowly grinding against him, his every sense attuned to teasing Shi Yi’s most vulnerable points. When Shi Yi’s hands unconsciously slid up Ying Ming’s waistline, Ying Ming sank his teeth into Shi Yi’s shoulder with a deliberate bite, drawing a low, curse-laden groan thick with desire.

Every touch carried layers of comfort, provocation, teasing, and even an unspoken challenge.

When one felt satisfied, the other would launch a counterattack. Their desires constantly intertwined, every subtle movement amplified by heightened emotions, escalating until Ying Ming unfastened Shi Yi’s belt.

The moment his hand slid inside, Shi Yi seized Ying Ming’s wrist.

They froze, locked in a tense standoff, like two adversaries on a battlefield where surrender wasn’t an option, and the only outcomes were victory or defeat.

Ying Ming frowned slightly, adjusting his strategy at the last second instead of pressing forward.

Since Shi Yi refused to let go, Ying Ming casually guided his hand to his waistband, swiftly unfastening his pants and letting Shi Yi have exactly what he wanted.

When Shi Yi finally caught hold of him, Ying Ming couldn’t help letting out a low groan.

It slipped out unconsciously, laced with restraint.

Shi Yi, almost beyond control, grew visibly excited. The rush of dominance was intoxicating, so much so that he failed to notice Ying Ming’s hand slipping back inside his underwear. As they began stroking each other, their breathing shifted, falling out of rhythm. Beneath the surface, a sadistic thrill took root, a shared stimulation born from mental tug-of-war and physical friction.

Neither could say who increased the pace first, but the other instinctively followed. Their confined position on the couch forced them into a precarious balance, their bodies slick with sweat they didn’t even notice. Caught between the instinct to reach climax and the competitive urge to make the other give in first, desire and rivalry collided into an exhilarating, tangled mess.

Neither Shi Yi nor Ying Ming could distinguish whether this overwhelming pleasure came from their clashing minds or the relentless pull of their bodies.

Then, once again, Ying Ming retreated from the battlefield.

Shi Yi tilted his head back slightly, his other hand unconsciously gripping Ying Ming’s waist.

When he finally managed to make out the expression on the man above him through his blurred vision, he saw Ying Ming half leaning over him, his brows furrowed in strained endurance.

Shi Yi tried to sit up, but Ying Ming forcefully pressed him back down.

For what felt like a full minute, neither of them moved.

Shi Yi had a vague sense of what was coming, a suspicion that made him want to confirm it, but Ying Ming did not give him the chance. The hand on his chest applied steady pressure, making it clear that resistance was futile.

Time drifted by as the heat between them refused to dissipate.

That pause could have been long or fleeting. Shi Yi was not entirely sure.

His awareness, dulled by the overwhelming intensity of their desires, left him adrift. Every nerve in his body screamed for release, the urge barely restrained. Just as he contemplated defying Ying Ming and pushing himself upright, he felt the slow and deliberate pressure of Ying Ming lowering himself onto his abdomen.

A sudden jolt ran through Shi Yi, catching him completely off guard.

The shock was overwhelming and far from pleasurable.

After all, for one man to open himself up to another equally dominant force meant enduring a challenge not just to the body but to pride, psychology, and ingrained notions of morality. It was a threshold that was difficult to cross, and because of that, both the one receiving and the one yielding could not help but experience some degree of discomfort.

The heat between them, which had been at its peak, now slowed into an awkward and hesitant rhythm as the initial push strained against boundaries neither of them was fully prepared to break.

Instinctively, Shi Yi’s hands tightened around Ying Ming’s waist. He could feel the grip on his arm growing firmer, the trembling in Ying Ming’s hand betraying everything his face refused to show.

Shi Yi grasped him gently, attempting to soothe him, and before he could stop himself, he let out a low and hoarse whisper, “Ying Ming…”

Those two words seemed to break the tension. Ying Ming went still for a moment, his body tightening briefly, before releasing a quiet, pained gasp as Shi Yi finally pushed all the way inside.

His body immediately weakened, and his upper body leaned back involuntarily. Shi Yi caught him just in time, steadying him by the waist and giving him a moment to recover.

It turned out that when they finally reached this point of complete connection, the sensation was more painful than pleasurable.

Shi Yi used every ounce of willpower to suppress the overwhelming desire surging through him. The sensation of being fully enveloped by Ying Ming muddled his thoughts, pushing him dangerously close to the edge of control. The overstimulation and disorienting visuals left him with no choice but to close his eyes. Aside from sensing Ying Ming’s breath all around him, he could barely register anything else.

It was Ying Ming who broke the stillness first.

Although he had controlled the pace from the beginning, Ying Ming moved cautiously, as if sensing that Shi Yi’s restraint was close to breaking. His movements were tentative at first, and the tension in his stiff posture and rigid back revealed his discomfort and the effort it took to endure.

Shi Yi’s hand slid slowly up Ying Ming’s spine, his mind torn between surrendering to the rising waves of pleasure and wanting to comfort Ying Ming, who was dripping with sweat.

The adjustment process was slow and agonizing.

As Ying Ming’s movements intensified, the strain on his body grew. His body, already worn out, felt every sensation amplified. When a tingling current, like countless tiny needles, spread through his limbs and surged into his mind, he instinctively wanted to pull away.

Shi Yi broke his rhythm.

The patience they had carefully maintained had been ground down to nothing, not even a speck of it remained. Just as Ying Ming slowed, Shi Yi suddenly reversed his strength and pressed down hard on the waist of the man on top of him. Completely unprepared, Ying Ming, who had been about to pull back, was forced to endure a sudden wave of unfamiliar pleasure, and his tenuous grip on self-control shattered completely.

Ying Ming managed to brace himself against the armrest of the sofa. But before he could react, that sharp pleasure from moments ago surged again, washing away the last shreds of his reason.

“Fuck me!”

His hoarse voice was thick with uncontrollable lust. Shi Yi could feel Ying Ming’s ragged breathing at his ear and the way he unconsciously followed his rhythm, responding in ways he couldn’t control.

Once the gates of desire were opened, there was no closing them.

When that thought hit Ying Ming, he almost wanted to curse out loud.

His body, still flushed from their earlier struggle, was beginning to heat up again. The unfamiliar sting disoriented him, and he instinctively tried to stifle the moans rising in his throat as Shi Yi thrust into him. Yet every movement seemed to land precisely where he was most sensitive, most defenseless, as if Shi Yi were searching for the key to shatter him

Because they knew each other too well.

Sharing the same dark, twisted core and the same obsession with control, neither Ying Ming nor Shi Yi was willing to compromise even now.

Ying Ming instinctively tried to regain the upper hand, to wrest control back between them. But just as he shifted to rise, he heard Shi Yi suddenly suck in a sharp breath. His voice, low and rough rumbled in Ying Ming’s ear:

“Ying Ming, you asked for this…”

Before the words even fully left his mouth, Ying Ming’s soft moan tore through Shi Yi’s willpower for the first time.

Instinctively, he grabbed the back of the sofa, trying to balance his body as it spiraled out of control from the force of the thrusts. But he couldn’t find any real anchor point. The overwhelming stimulation, tinged with a faint ache, flooded through his limbs. Shi Yi’s sudden burst of energy gave him no time to adjust, and the abrupt impact was almost brutal.

And then, it went even deeper.

“Shi Yi, you… fuck, ah!”

The anger that had just erupted from Ying Ming’s lips shattered, breaking apart as each word was interrupted by breathless gasps. This position left Shi Yi with every possible advantage.

Lost in the depths of lust, Shi Yi’s only lingering thought was to completely conquer the man entangled with him. He wanted all of his voice, all of his ragged breaths, every bit of him. His pace slowed, but each thrust grew harder, more forceful, as he plunged deeper with deliberate cruelty.

The relentless dominance pushed Ying Ming to the brink. With each merciless thrusts from Shi Yi, Ying Ming’s irritation flared, until he finally snapped and let out a low, furious growl:

“Shi Yi!”

There was still a hint of warning in his voice.

But the man gripping his waist didn’t loosen his hold. Instead, he curled his lips into a slight smirk. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Ying Ming’s disheveled but impossibly sensual expression.

“Ying Ming, you were the one who said it would be just for tonight.”

Between them, there might not be a tomorrow.

At least, right now, for Shi Yi and Ying Ming, everything, including this wild reckless indulgence, would vanish with the sunrise.

At the very least, he had to remember this moment. Not just him, but also Ying Ming, who was pressing his forehead against his and furiously cursing him. He wanted Ying Ming to remember too, to remember forever the irresistible pleasure and pain they experienced when entangled together, the overwhelming possessiveness that made them want to end each other’s existence at that very moment, and the roar screaming through his body that made him tremble uncontrollably.

This kind of craving was something he had never experienced with any woman.

It wasn’t just about pleasure. It was a feast of conquest.

He pulled himself out of Ying Ming’s body before the other could react and gently laid him back on the sofa. Then, he picked up the glasses from beside him and put them on again. Through the now-clear vision, he saw Ying Ming lying half-turned, his face still marked with traces of desire. The lines of his profile extended down to his neck, where his Adam’s apple was etched in a way that exuded an indescribable allure. Shi Yi lifted Ying Ming’s leg and thrust back inside.

Ying Ming instinctively arched his back.

He grabbed Shi Yi’s shoulders, tried to say something, but the next thrust shattered his words.

The desire in Shi Yi’s eyes grew more intense.

What stirred him wasn’t just the physiological stimulation that neither of them could resist. It was Ying Ming’s current suppressed yet helpless expression.

The man who had always seemed so perceptive now had his brows slightly furrowed, resisting every thrust but ultimately forced to accept it. His fleeting confusion, washed away by desire and pleasure, mingled with the subconscious restraint buried deep inside him. This side of Ying Ming was something no one else had ever seen.

All of this belonged to him alone.

Just the thought of that was enough to make Shi Yi almost lose control.

The hoarse low moans Ying Ming let out when he was on the verge of climax were overwhelmingly seductive to him.

And yet, the more he gained at this moment, the more the emptiness in a hidden corner of his heart expanded. Even though they were both recklessly immersed in this madness of lust and passion, nothing could fill that suspended void.

Because this was all they could ever have.

Resentment, anger, pleasure, madness, and satisfaction mixed together so chaotically that Shi Yi and Ying Ming could no longer distinguish what was real and what was a figment of their lust-driven imagination.

The uncontrollable pace accelerated, fueled by the storm of emotions. Ying Ming, who had been on the receiving end throughout, widened his eyes in confusion. He instinctively lifted his hand in an attempt to stop the assault, but the overwhelming rush of suffocating pleasure threw him off course before he could act. His fists clenched tightly on their own as Shi Yi’s relentless thrusts momentarily disconnected him from any sense of his surroundings.

His eyes remained open, yet all he could feel was the piercing sensation tearing through his body. By the time he regained his senses, all that registered was the lingering presence of Shi Yi inside him and the chaotic mess of his lower body.

Exhausted, he turned his head slightly, his hands and legs trembling beyond his control.

Damn it…

Was this really sex?

It felt more like dying and coming back to life…

Ying Ming figured he must have gone crazy tonight. Shi Yi too. The burn of alcohol had incinerated their rationality and discernment. They were like wild beasts, driven only by plunder, possession, and dominance, with hardly any room left for anything else.

Shi Yi didn’t immediately pull out of Ying Ming but lay down beside him instead, listening to Ying Ming’s slightly shaky breaths. Their heads rested lightly against each other.

Through the skylight of the warehouse, the moonlight poured in, blending with the glow of the lamps until it vanished without a trace.

Only the dark curtain over that square window hinted that it was still nighttime.

Shi Yi frowned unconsciously.

If only the dawn never came…