CTS extra 3

A ring sat on the table.

A plain silver band, unadorned and without any engraving. Ji Mingxuan had asked his secretary to buy it and send it over at the last minute.

Shen Mo hesitated, unsure whether he should put it on.

He had performed terribly in bed last night, tense and unresponsive like a dead fish. After it ended, Ji Mingxuan left the room without a word. Shen Mo felt certain he had been disappointed. Honestly, he could not blame him. Shen Mo had dated Zhou Yang before, but they had never gone that far. Zhou Yang had always been with women and had no experience with men. That final step between them remained undone. Shen Mo had never been able to take the lead and just hoped things would happen naturally. In the end, nothing ever happened between them, and their relationship quietly fell apart.

After the breakup, Shen Mo lived in a daze for half a year. He was almost homeless by the time Ji Mingxuan picked him up.

Maybe the heartbreak had hit too hard. That half a year felt like a blur, but he remembered being kidnapped and Ji Mingxuan saving him. Even the medical expenses afterward were covered by him. A favor that great could never be repaid. So when Ji Mingxuan wanted to protect his sister’s happiness by pretending to be in a relationship, Shen Mo agreed without hesitation.

He just did not expect that sleeping together would be the most difficult part. But with the contract signed, Shen Mo felt he ought to be more professional. Maybe he should watch some gay videos to learn.

While he was lost in thought, Ji Mingxuan came back from work. Seeing Shen Mo dazed, he asked, “What are you thinking about?”

Shen Mo definitely could not say he was thinking about which site to download porn from. So he said, “Nothing.”

Ji Mingxuan looked at the ring on the table and asked, “Why haven’t you put it on?”

Shen Mo blinked and asked, “Do I really have to?”

Ji Mingxuan said nothing. He simply reached out and took Shen Mo’s left hand. That was when Shen Mo noticed that Ji Mingxuan already had a ring on his own ring finger. The same plain silver band, a matching pair. Ji Mingxuan’s long fingers held his hand as he slid the ring onto his finger.

Shen Mo instinctively pulled back a little.

Ji Mingxuan held his hand firmly. His gaze swept casually over Shen Mo’s face as he fitted the silver ring around his finger.

Shen Mo was slightly taken aback. It was just pretend, was this really necessary?

As if reading his mind, Ji Mingxuan looked down at their joined hands and said, “If we are going to put on an act, we have to play it all the way.”

For the next three years, they wore those matching rings without ever taking them off.

“What are you thinking about?”

Ji Mingxuan’s voice suddenly rang out beside his ear.

Shen Mo jolted back to reality. Those were all memories from years ago. Not long ago, he had proposed in the studio, and this time he had been the one to slip the ring onto Ji Mingxuan’s finger.

This man was his now.

Shen Mo’s heart softened. He looked at Ji Mingxuan and said, “I was thinking about you.”

Ji Mingxuan was very pleased with that answer. He kissed the corner of Shen Mo’s lips and said, “Just a little longer. I am almost done with the painting.”

Shen Mo could only give a helpless smile. His current situation was not great. In this same studio, his hands were tied behind his back with a necktie. His shirt was wide open, and a paintbrush dipped in syrup was sweeping across his chest.

Shen Mo could not figure out what made Ji Mingxuan suddenly decide to paint a picture as a New Year’s gift. He only found out after entering the studio that the canvas was him.

“Mmm…”

The soft tip of the brush teased his skin. Shen Mo let out a helpless moan. With his hands bound behind him, there was nowhere to run. He could only beg, “Mr Ji… I cannot take it anymore…”

Ji Mingxuan kept saying it was almost done, but he continued to slowly trace along his body. The brush flicked and swept like a playful tease.

The sensitive spot on Shen Mo’s chest was being toyed with, pleasure building little by little. Yet no relief came. The growing desire left his cheeks flushed and his breath uneven.

No one knew how much time had passed before Ji Mingxuan finally said, “It is done.”

Shen Mo breathed a sigh of relief. Then he heard Ji Mingxuan ask by his ear, “Take a look. What do you think?”

Shen Mo looked down and saw a bright red flower painted on his chest. At the center of the flower was his already slightly hardened nipple. The sight was lewd beyond words.

Shen Mo only glanced once before turning his head away, already feeling himself harden below. Ji Mingxuan, however, pinched his chin and forced him to look back.

“Not satisfied with it? Want me to paint another one?”

Shen Mo quickly shook his head. “No, it looks good. Really.”

Ji Mingxuan chuckled low. “Then let me have a taste.”

He lowered his head and licked the nipple stained red with syrup. Then he gently took it between his teeth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

Shen Mo arched his neck back, his entire body trembling.

Ji Mingxuan looked up at him through slightly raised eyes. “Sweet.”

Shen Mo’s body was burning. He murmured softly, “Mr Ji…”

Ji Mingxuan continued licking, eating away most of the flower he had painted before finally lifting his head and asking, “Do you want to try it too?”

There was a smear of red on his lips, making his handsome face even more seductive. Shen Mo could not resist. He leaned in and kissed those beautifully shaped lips.

Their mouths stuck together as if glued by syrup.

As he kissed him, Shen Mo thought, it really is sweet.

He had been sitting on the sofa, but by now his entire body had sunken into it. Ji Mingxuan pressed on top of him, and he was just as hard. He took out both of their erections and started stroking them together.

Being rubbed against like that, Shen Mo felt overwhelmed. His legs tensed, and he was about to reach the edge when Ji Mingxuan suddenly stopped.

Left hanging like that, Shen Mo’s throat turned hoarse from frustration. “Mr Ji… please…”

Even he did not know exactly what he was asking for.

Ji Mingxuan smiled, picked up another brush, and squeezed some lubricant onto it.

Shen Mo’s mind went blank. It was only when he saw Ji holding the brush and lowering it between his legs that he snapped out of it and kicked, panic rising. “No… don’t.”

“It’s alright,” Ji Mingxuan said as he pried his legs apart with his knee. “It’ll feel good.”

As he spoke, the brush had already found its way below, circling his entrance. It wasn’t long before that whole area became sticky and wet.

Shen Mo gasped and trembled, torn between pleasure and fear, calling Mr Ji again and again.

Ji Mingxuan leaned down to kiss him, but his hand kept moving. The area had turned soft and wet, and with just a bit of pressure, the tip of the brush slipped inside.

The foreign sensation was strange, hard to tell whether it felt good or painful. Shen Mo nearly burst into tears. “Mr Ji, not this…”

Ji Mingxuan twisted his wrist and moved the brush in and out a couple of times. “Then what do you want?”

Shen Mo’s insides were being stirred up. The stimulation nearly made him come. Voice trembling, he whimpered, “I want you… I want Mr Ji’s…”

Before he could finish, Ji Mingxuan pulled out the brush and replaced it with his own shaft. In one stroke, he drove it all the way in. Shen Mo had been so wet that it slid in to the deepest part at once.

Shen Mo gasped deeply, heart racing like it might burst.

Ji Mingxuan thrust hard a few more times before slowing down. He moved in and out at different depths, then found that one fatal spot inside and ground against it. Shen Mo could not take that kind of stimulation. He came not long after, trembling under the pressure.

White liquid spurted across their stomachs. Ji Mingxuan dipped a finger into it and smeared some on Shen Mo’s lips. Shen Mo licked instinctively, then tilted his head up for another kiss.

Ji Mingxuan rocked his hips again, working Shen Mo even harder before finally untying the necktie that bound his hands. He pulled Shen Mo up from the sofa and pressed him against the wall of the studio. He lifted one of his legs and entered him again.

Shen Mo’s legs had already gone weak. He could only balance on his toes, arms clinging tightly around Ji Mingxuan’s neck.

Ji Mingxuan thrust deep and slow, stirring him up over and over, then guided Shen Mo’s hand to touch where their bodies met. Shen Mo pulled his hand back in a panic when he felt the slick mess.

Ji Mingxuan chuckled softly and kissed his ear. “I’ve wanted to do you like this for a long time.”

Those words made heat surge through Shen Mo’s lower abdomen. The spot where Ji Mingxuan was buried inside him clenched involuntarily. If he had not just climaxed, he might have been pushed over the edge again.

That squeeze made Ji Mingxuan lose control too. After a few more deep thrusts, he released inside him.

Midnight was approaching. Firecrackers started going off outside in bursts.

The year was coming to an end.

Too much had happened this year. Shen Mo had gone to S Island for a trip and unexpectedly reunited with Ji Mingxuan. Then Ji Mingxuan returned to the country and accepted his proposal.

Shen Mo felt reluctant for it to end.

Ji Mingxuan slowly pulled out but continued holding him close. He took Shen Mo’s hand and kissed the ring on his finger. As the explosions of firecrackers echoed outside, he whispered to him, “Shen Mo, happy New Year.”