CTS 12

“Mr. Ji, did you drink tonight?”

Ji Mingxuan said, “Just a little.”

Ji Mingxuan could really hold his liquor.
Sometimes, when he went out to entertain clients, everyone else would end up flat on the table, while he still looked sharp and came home to finish paperwork without missing a beat. Shen Mo had been with him for three years and had never once seen him drunk, so he didn’t think much of it and turned back to continue scrubbing the floor.

Ji Mingxuan walked into the living room, leaned against the wall, and slowly slid down until he sat right on the floor.

Shen Mo was startled and hurried over to help him. That was when he noticed Ji Mingxuan was missing one glove, and his left foot was soaking wet, as if he had stepped into a puddle. In all the time they had known each other, Shen Mo had never seen him in such a disheveled state.

He helped him onto the sofa and asked, “Mr. Ji, are you drunk?”

Ji Mingxuan lifted his head slightly, still staring at him like he was trying to confirm who he was looking at.

Shen Mo could tell he was far from sober.

“I’ll make you some honey water.”

When drunk, Ji Mingxuan was even more well-behaved than usual. He didn’t make a scene or complain. He just sat quietly on the couch. When Shen Mo returned with the drink, Ji Mingxuan drank a sip from his hand, then reached out to brush his fingers against Shen Mo’s cheek and asked softly,
“…Shen Mo?”

He was so drunk he couldn’t even recognize the person who shared his bed.

Shen Mo sighed inwardly and answered patiently, “Mr. Ji, it’s me.”

Ji Mingxuan asked again, “Why are you here?”

The question made Shen Mo freeze for a second. He replied awkwardly, “Did you forget? I live here.”

Ji Mingxuan let out a soft hum, then, for some reason, started to laugh. He was already handsome to begin with, but when he smiled, even his eyes seemed to carry a gentle charm. He said softly, “Shen Mo, come closer.”

Shen Mo had never seen this gentle side of Ji Mingxuan. He leaned in without realizing it.

Ji Mingxuan smiled again.

And then, he grabbed Shen Mo’s arm and pulled him roughly into his chest.

Shen Mo crashed into him. He couldn’t see Ji Mingxuan’s expression. He only felt the warmth of his breath brushing past his ear, and that slightly hoarse voice murmuring every word slowly,

“Got you.”

Like a hunter who had finally caught his long-awaited prey.

A shiver ran through Shen Mo’s chest.

The next second, the world flipped.
Ji Mingxuan pushed him down onto the sofa.

“Mr. Ji?”

Ji Mingxuan lowered his head and bit the back of Shen Mo’s neck, panting against his skin. “Don’t move.”

Fear surged through Shen Mo. He struggled to break free, but Ji Mingxuan pulled him back and pinned him down, locking down his arms and legs with firm strength. His pants were stripped off, and Ji Mingxuan’s hardened cock was already pressing between the cleft of his ass, positioned like a beast about to rut.

But Shen Mo was too tense. Ji Mingxuan tried several times and still couldn’t get in.
He had to slow down, reaching for the glass of honey water on the table. He poured the remaining warm liquid into his palm and used it as makeshift lube.

The mix of warmth and coolness spread across Shen Mo’s lower body, soaking him completely. Ji Mingxuan’s hand slid to the front, gently stroking his sensitive shaft.

That primitive heat deep within his body flared to life. Shen Mo couldn’t help but twist his hips, a low, whimpering moan escaping from his lips.

Ji Mingxuan grabbed his chin and turned his face for a kiss.

His tongue swept across Shen Mo’s teeth, sending a wave of shivers through his spine.
Ji Mingxuan bit his lip lightly, coaxing him with a deep murmur, “Shen Mo.”

“Mm… Mr. Ji…”

“Spread your legs a little more.”

Shen Mo’s body had gone soft, too weak to resist.

Ji Mingxuan wrapped his fingers around his cock, firmly controlling every point of pleasure.

“Ah…” Shen Mo gasped sharply. Tingles ran up his spine, sweet and unbearable. But still, he was left on the edge, unable to reach release. All he could do was obey, forcing his legs open a little wider.

“Good boy.”

Ji Mingxuan kissed his eyes in reward, then thrust his hips forward, sinking in to the hilt.
His thick cock buried itself between those pale cheeks, fully claiming his prey.