CTS 52

Shen Mo wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and urged him. “Hurry…”

The man did as he wished. He wrapped his palm around Shen Mo’s burning erection and began to stroke him quickly, kissing him fiercely at the same time. Shen Mo felt a wave of dizziness. Under such intense stimulation, he came quickly in the man’s hand.

He gasped for breath.

The man’s temples were also damp with sweat. His fingers, now sticky with fluid, continued to move downward. Soon, he found that tightly closed entrance and slowly slid a finger inside.

Shen Mo clenched tight. Just this alone made his face go pale from the pain.

The man tried to move his finger a few times, meeting resistance. He leaned close to Shen Mo’s ear and said, “No, it’s too tight.”

Shen Mo whimpered a few times and refused to let him go. He had already found the trick to handle this man. Voice hoarse, he whispered, “Don’t stop. I love you…”

The man’s expression changed. He bit Shen Mo’s lip hard and growled, “You asked for it.”

Then he kissed him violently, swallowing up everything Shen Mo was about to say.

Shen Mo shut his eyes and felt that finger inside him stretching him open, going deeper than he thought possible. The pain made his whole body tremble.

After a long while, his body finally softened. The man pulled his finger out and replaced it with something even harder and hotter.

Shen Mo’s legs were trembling. He couldn’t even speak. He looked up with tearful eyes, staring at the man above him.

The man pressed his forehead to Shen Mo’s, kissed him repeatedly, and gently spread his legs, pushing in little by little.

Shen Mo didn’t know how to describe that kind of pain. It felt like his body was being split in two, his soul no longer whole, something that didn’t belong to him forcibly embedded deep inside.

The man let go of his mouth and brought his right hand to his lips, kissing each finger one by one. He looked at him tenderly and asked, “Does it hurt?”

It was unclear whether he meant his hand or the place they were joined.

Shen Mo was being thrust into constantly. His back was soaked in sweat. He couldn’t even get out a full sentence, only shook his head and let out a series of breathless moans.

The man held down his limbs and moved his hips faster and harder. One of Shen Mo’s legs was bent under the pressure. The other dangled off the edge of the sofa, swinging with every thrust, pale and trembling like a wave.

After a while, the man bent down and pressed tightly against him. Shen Mo felt warmth spill deep inside. His body was wedged into the corner of the sofa, unable to move, only the tips of his toes tensing with cramps.

It took a long time for his heartbeat to calm down.

The sofa was too small for two. The man took him to shower, and afterward they returned to the bed in the bedroom. Shen Mo finally got what he wanted. He felt like this was how it should be. Lying in the man’s arms, he drifted off again.

When he woke, the light outside was dim and grey. He couldn’t tell if it was evening or early morning. The man had woken before him and was gently twirling strands of his hair between his fingers. Shen Mo lifted his head and kissed the man’s chin, brushing against the fresh stubble there. It tickled his lips.

The man asked, “Are you hungry?”

Shen Mo was actually a little hungry, but he didn’t feel like moving. “Let me sleep a little longer.”

The man stayed with him, lying beside him and wrapping an arm around his waist.

Shen Mo chatted with him idly. “Why didn’t you use your key when you came back?”

“I was in such a rush I forgot to bring it.”

That sounded more like something Shen Mo would do. He held back a smile and asked, “You came back early. Won’t your family mind?”

“It’s fine. My younger sister…”

Shen Mo blinked. “I thought you were an only child.”

The man didn’t answer. He just reached out and ruffled Shen Mo’s hair, messing it up completely.

Something felt off, but Shen Mo couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Before he could think it through, the man asked, “Why didn’t you go home for New Year?”

It was obvious he hadn’t believed that lie.

Shen Mo racked his brain for another excuse, but the man turned his arm and looked him in the eyes. “Tell me the truth.”

Shen Mo opened his mouth but couldn’t speak right away. After a while, he finally said, “It’s nothing really. I was just… kicked out by my parents. You know, that summer when I went back home…”

He gave a brief version of the story. A lot of painful memories were brushed over lightly, almost casually.

“I still call home every few months. No one ever picks up.”

The man listened quietly. In the end, he pulled Shen Mo tightly into his arms. “So now you’re alone.”

“Who says I’m alone? I still have you, don’t I?” Shen Mo held his hand tightly and asked, “We’ll never separate, right?”

The man’s eyes were so deep it was hard to read them.

Something about it made Shen Mo uneasy. He asked again.

Finally, the man smiled and placed his palm over Shen Mo’s eyes. The world went completely dark. There was nothing left but his voice.

Shen Mo heard him say slowly, “Of course.”