CTS 63

How blind he must have been in the past, to have seen nothing at all. But now, in this moment, every misunderstanding, every disguise, every trace of doubt had melted away. Only one truth remained. He loved him. There was no denying it.

Shen Mo leaned forward. With a slight lift of his head, he kissed the corner of Ji Mingxuan’s mouth. It was a gentle test, just a brush before pulling back.

Ji Mingxuan didn’t move. He kept his eyes on him.

Shen Mo called softly, “Mr. Ji,” then leaned in again, lips trembling as they met his once more. Ji Mingxuan could no longer hold back. He pushed Shen Mo against the floor-to-ceiling window and claimed his lips fully. Their mouths moved together, eager and messy, breath and tongue tangled in heat.

Shen Mo was kissed so breathlessly that his legs nearly gave out. Ji Mingxuan finally pulled back, just slightly, his lips lingering, planting soft kisses over and over again.

“Shen Mo,” he murmured.

“Hm?”

Ji Mingxuan whispered something in his ear.

It was like a spark thrown into dry wood. Shen Mo felt the fire in his body ignite all at once. He gasped and reached out, fingers fumbling to undo Ji Mingxuan’s shirt buttons. Whether it was because the buttons were tight or his hands were shaking, he only managed to undo two.

Ji Mingxuan caught his hands. “Too slow.”

He lifted Shen Mo’s shirt from the hem and slipped his hand inside.

His palm was slightly cool. Shen Mo let out a cry, body tensing up, but the heat in him didn’t subside. It only grew stronger.

Ji Mingxuan touched his chest, leaned in, and pressed himself against Shen Mo. Shen Mo could feel the bulge between his legs even through the fabric. And his own situation wasn’t any better. No one had even touched him yet, but he was already swollen and aching.

While kissing him, Ji Mingxuan moved his hips, grinding against him with slow, deliberate thrusts, simulating the rhythm of fucking and hitting that sensitive spot again and again.

Shen Mo whimpered, struggling to endure it. “Mr. Ji…”

Ji Mingxuan didn’t ease up.

Shen Mo tried again, this time using his name. “Mingxuan…”

That did it. Ji Mingxuan shuddered hard, his breathing growing rougher. He kissed him deeper and slipped his hand down into Shen Mo’s pants.

Shen Mo completely fell into his grasp.

It had been so long since he had last let himself go that his body was hypersensitive. Just a little teasing from Ji Mingxuan and he was already at his limit. But Ji Mingxuan suddenly stopped. Shen Mo’s eyes were damp, looking at him with confusion.

Ji Mingxuan kissed the corner of his eye. “Wait a little longer.”

There was lubricant stocked in the hotel. Ji Mingxuan found a tube in the drawer, squeezed some into his right hand, then guided Shen Mo to turn around before pressing him up against the window again.

Only then did Shen Mo realize what he was planning. Panic flashed through him. “No… not here…”

Ji Mingxuan stripped off his clothes and held him down firmly. “Don’t be scared. No one can see.”

Shen Mo’s nipples were pressed right against the cold glass. The sensation was equal parts unbearable and exhilarating. He moaned aloud, the sound spilling out in a different tone entirely.

Ji Mingxuan pinned one of his hands, the other trailing along the curve of his ass, fingers gliding down between the cleft and circling the tight entrance slowly.

A shiver shot straight up Shen Mo’s spine.

Ji Mingxuan, still calm and composed, asked him, “Do you want it?”

Shen Mo, of course, couldn’t refuse.

Ji Mingxuan asked again, “Should we go to the bed? Or do it here?”

Shen Mo knew exactly what kind of answer he was expecting. He couldn’t say it aloud. All he could do was urge, “Mr. Ji, hurry…”

Only then did Ji Mingxuan press a finger inside.

It had been far too long for Shen Mo. He was unbearably tight. Ji Mingxuan had to spend a long time patiently loosening him before the inside finally began to soften and grow wet.

Shen Mo couldn’t wait any longer. His voice shook with a trace of desperation. “It’s enough… I can take it…”

Ji Mingxuan was starting to lose control too. He turned Shen Mo’s face toward him, kissed his lips gently, while at the same time driving his hips forward in a completely different rhythm. In a single thrust, he pierced into Shen Mo’s body.

“Ah…”

Even with lube, the pain made Shen Mo tremble. His inner walls clamped down hard around the intrusion. Ji Mingxuan also struggled to endure it, staying still inside for a moment before gripping Shen Mo’s waist and beginning to move.

With every thrust, Shen Mo’s body slammed against the glass.

Outside, there was only endless night.

He knew the window faced a cliff. No one could see them. Still, Shen Mo’s face burned with heat, a strange, shameful thrill coursing through him. The pleasure intensified. His cock twitched and stood up hard against the glass, leaving behind sticky, glistening streaks.

Ji Mingxuan held back in the beginning, but as time passed, his movements became faster, harder, more reckless. Shen Mo’s legs weakened, his front soaked and slick with precum.

He gasped and cried out, words tumbling chaotically. “I can’t… I’m gonna break…”

Ji Mingxuan let out a low laugh. His fingers slid down to where their bodies were joined. “What’s breaking? Here?”

He rubbed the spot and slowly pressed another finger inside.

Shen Mo flinched, tightening around him involuntarily.

Ji Mingxuan pulled his hand back, then pushed his wet fingers between Shen Mo’s lips. As he licked his ear, he whispered, “If this glass shatters, we’ll fall together. Drown in the ocean below.”

Shen Mo couldn’t stop shaking. It felt like they really had fallen into the sea, waves crashing and tossing them into the air, dropping them again. Their bodies sank completely, overwhelmed by pleasure, as if they died together in that moment, never to be separated again.

The thought pushed Shen Mo over the edge. He came hard, calling out Ji Mingxuan’s name.

But Ji Mingxuan wasn’t finished.

He held Shen Mo’s back down and thrust a few more times. Then he brushed the hair away from the nape of Shen Mo’s neck and kissed him there again and again.

Shen Mo melted under the kisses, his voice a confused mess of “Mr. Ji” and “Mingxuan.”

Ji Mingxuan kissed him for a while longer, then suddenly bit down. The bite was deep, firm, almost possessive, as if he wanted to leave a mark.

He spoke in a low voice against his skin.

“Shen Mo, you’re mine now.”