CTS 7

The meal ended on a sour note.

Shen Mo didn’t let Zhou Yang see him off and walked home by himself. By the time he got home, it was almost eight o’clock. The lights in the rooms were all off, clearly indicating that both Mr. Ji and Miss Ji had not returned.

Shen Mo felt especially tired these days, so he went straight to his room and went to bed. Just as he was about to turn on the light, he suddenly heard a cough in the dark.

Shen Mo jumped in surprise, then immediately recognized the voice.
“Mr. Ji? You’re already back? Why didn’t you turn on the lights?”

As he spoke, he reached for the light switch, but he heard Ji Mingxuan say,
“There’s no need to turn on the lights. Just come over here.”

Shen Mo’s eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and he vaguely saw Ji Mingxuan sitting by the window, the dazzling city lights visible outside. He fumbled his way over but tripped on something halfway and almost fell to the floor.

Ji Mingxuan reached out in time to steady him.

Shen Mo was about to thank him when he was suddenly pulled into Ji Mingxuan’s arms. He collided directly with Ji Mingxuan’s chest, the faint smell of tobacco lingering in the air.

Shen Mo looked up and asked, “Mr. Ji, have you had dinner?”

Ji Mingxuan made a sound of acknowledgment. “I was planning to have dinner with you, but you’ve seemed so busy lately.”

Shen Mo suddenly remembered that he had received a phone call when he was leaving work, but he had been stopped by Zhou Yang and hadn’t had time to check who had called.

“Sorry, I…”

Shen Mo wasn’t good at lying and couldn’t think of an excuse right away.

Ji Mingxuan had already guessed everything. He let go of Shen Mo and said,
“Smart people know when to learn from their mistakes, but fools keep falling into the same pit. Shen Mo, don’t you think you’re hopelessly stupid?”

Shen Mo carefully replied, “It’s fine if I’m a little stupid, as long as Mr. Ji is smart enough.”

Perhaps these words pleased Ji Mingxuan, because Shen Mo heard a low chuckle.

“Did you have dinner with Zhou Yang tonight?”

“Yes,” Shen Mo quickly expressed his sincerity. “But I won’t meet him alone again in the future. He and Miss Ji are truly made for each other.”

“It’s good that you understand.”

Ji Mingxuan continued smiling faintly. Due to the dim night, it was difficult to discern the expression on his face. His fingers gently brushed Shen Mo’s hair before he said softly, “Take off your clothes.”

Shen Mo let out a relieved sigh and hurriedly began undoing his buttons.

Once undressed, Ji Mingxuan curled a finger at him. Shen Mo willingly parted his legs to sit astride Ji Mingxuan’s lap.

Ji Mingxuan placed two fingers into Shen Mo’s mouth, and Shen Mo began diligently licking them. He wasn’t naturally talented in matters of intimacy but always believed diligence could compensate for any lack of skill, cooperating eagerly each time.

Seeing how hard he was trying, Ji Mingxuan finally refrained from criticizing his poor technique. Once his fingers were wet with saliva, he slid them into the tightly closed hole beneath him.

Shen Mo let out a soft “Mm,” his body trembling.

Ji Mingxuan, already aroused, panted next to his ear, “Relax.”

Shen Mo wrapped his arms around Ji Mingxuan’s neck, lifting his hips as best as he could to make it easier for his fingers to move in and out. Before long, the small entrance grew wet and soft, clenching and relaxing as it eagerly awaited something bigger.

Ji Mingxuan was extremely patient. He wasn’t in a hurry to claim him but instead kept teasing his body with his fingers, scraping against the tender inner walls one moment, then pressing heavily on that sensitive spot the next. The pleasure built up endlessly but found no release, leaving Shen Mo squirming in frustration, his cock hardening and rubbing against Ji Mingxuan’s thigh.

“Mr. Ji…” Shen Mo called out, his whole body flushed, as if begging.

Ji Mingxuan’s eyes darkened. He withdrew his fingers and said, “You do it yourself.”

Shen Mo lowered his head, unzipped Ji Mingxuan’s pants, rubbed the cleft of his ass against the burning cock, then spread his already wet entrance wide, slowly taking that massive length inside, inch by inch.

Ji Mingxuan gripped his waist tightly and thrust upward.

“Ah…” Shen Mo’s heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest. He cried out Ji Mingxuan’s name in a panic, “Mr. Ji…”
Ji Mingxuan only held him tighter, plunging in and out of him without pause. Shen Mo felt as if he were tossed about on rough seas, and just when he thought he might be rescued, an even bigger wave crashed down and swallowed him up again.

Ji Mingxuan’s stamina was unusually strong that night. In the end, Shen Mo could hardly move, rasping in a hoarse voice, “Mr. Ji, I can’t take it anymore…”

Only then did Ji Mingxuan finally relent, and lifted Shen Mo onto the bed. He raised his legs and began another fierce round of thrusts. With one final, hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside.

Shen Mo’s entire body shuddered as if struck by electricity.

Under the faint light, Ji Mingxuan gazed at him, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed him.

Though they had slept together countless times, such intimate gestures were rare. Shen Mo froze for a moment before instinctively turning his head away.

Ji Mingxuan called his name, “Shen Mo,” and chased after his lips, capturing them in a kiss.

He was a skilled kisser, blending tenderness into his movements, almost making Shen Mo fall under his spell. Just then, Ji Mingxuan chuckled softly and bit down hard on Shen Mo’s lip.