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The first one to give in was Mu Yuan. The constant ringing of the doorbell was driving him absolutely insane.

“Motherfucker.” He finally snapped, threw on a bathrobe, tied the belt haphazardly around his waist, and stormed out of bed.

Then his whole body jolted. He suddenly remembered that the cucumber was still inside him. He yanked it out without a second thought and tossed it aside before rushing to the door.

The moment the door opened, he didn’t even look, just started cursing at whoever was outside.

“Showing up in the middle of the night and hammering someone’s doorbell like a maniac. Are you fucking sick in the head?”

Wen Shang stood at the door, staring at him with a smirk. He didn’t say a word.

Mu Yuan was left ranting on his own, which quickly got boring. He snapped impatiently, “Where the hell are my clothes?”

Wen Shang calmly handed over the bag in his hand. Mu Yuan snatched it without a word and was just about to slam the door shut when a sharp, spicy aroma hit his nose. It was the kind of scent that made your mouth water instantly. It was late at night, and hunger always hit harder then. The smell of chilies drifted through the air straight into his nostrils, triggering his appetite and making his mouth fill with saliva.

Mu Yuan followed the scent and noticed another plastic bag in Wen Shang’s other hand. The logo on it read “Dong Yue Hotel.”

Wen Shang lifted the bag and gave it a little shake in front of him.

“Fresh Sichuan takeout. Had the chef make it just now at the hotel. Let me in and I’ll treat you to a midnight snack.”

Having spent some time with Mu Yuan before, Wen Shang had a decent grasp of his habits. He knew Mu Yuan loved spicy food. That hotel was famous for its Sichuan dishes and had been featured on both national and international food programs. The place had become so popular that getting a reservation usually meant booking at least six months in advance. Mu Yuan had always craved their food but never got the chance to try it.

Mu Yuan was a straightforward guy. Compared to playing hard to get, he preferred to follow his gut. And with hot food right under his nose, his resistance lasted all of thirty seconds before he gave in.

“Wait a sec.” He shut the door fast and rushed back inside.

He quickly shoved the cucumber and lube into a drawer to hide the evidence. Once everything was cleaned up, he casually jogged back to the door and let Wen Shang in.

Mu Yuan was wearing nothing but a loose bathrobe. Fresh out of the shower, he looked clean and refreshed. That soft, effortless vibe reminded Wen Shang of Xiao Xing all over again.

Wen Shang let his gaze linger for a moment before turning away to set the bags down on the table. The computer screen nearby was still on, and as his eyes swept past it, something caught his attention. That prostate massage forum post for straight guys was still right there in bold red letters at the top of the page, pinned with a shiny little moderator’s recommendation tag.

When Mu Yuan saw Wen Shang looking at the monitor, he didn’t think anything of it at first. Several seconds passed before the realization hit him like a brick. That damn post was still up. Panic set in.

He rushed over and slapped the power button to shut the whole thing down.

Wen Shang didn’t say anything. His eyes flicked over Mu Yuan again, taking in the slightly messy hair and the disheveled robe. The robe’s belt was lazily tied in a lopsided knot. The hem was left unstraightened, gaping wide enough to reveal the base of his thighs. If one looked a little closer, there even seemed to be a faint trace of something transparent clinging to the inside.

From the moment he stepped into the apartment, Wen Shang had already noticed the pile of cucumber peels in the living room trash can. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but after piecing together all the details, it wasn’t hard to figure out what Mu Yuan had just been doing inside.

“How far did you get?” Wen Shang suddenly asked.

Mu Yuan’s pupils widened slightly. His body tensed. He took a deep breath, trying to act clueless.

“What are you talking about?”

“Did you cum?” Wen Shang asked without any restraint.

Mu Yuan flushed with anger and embarrassment.

“What the fuck are you spouting, you dickhead?”

Wen Shang stepped right up to him and slipped a hand through the gap in his bathrobe. He moved so fast Mu Yuan didn’t even have time to react. His fingers slid straight to Mu Yuan’s ass and touched the area around the rim. It was wet, slick, and sticky.

That sudden move made Mu Yuan completely snap. Rage surged through him like a lit fuse. He clenched his fists and swung two punches straight at Wen Shang’s face. Wen Shang quickly stepped back, dodging both hits.

“You sick bastard. What the fuck is wrong with your brain?”

Wen Shang ignored him. He rubbed his fingers together, then brought them to his nose and sniffed. It was a banana-scented lube.

Mu Yuan froze, jaw hanging open. He stood there stunned for several seconds before he exploded.

“You fucking pervert. What the hell is wrong with you? Are you completely fucked in the head?”

Wen Shang lowered his eyes and looked at the slippery residue on his fingers. Then he raised his head again and stared straight at Mu Yuan.

“I’ll jerk you off with my hand.”

“You’re fucking insane.”

Mu Yuan pulled back in disgust, but Wen Shang didn’t press further. What he did next nearly made Mu Yuan’s jaw drop.

He took out his phone, sat down on the couch, opened a porn video, and turned the volume all the way up. Without sparing Mu Yuan another word, he leaned back on the sofa, unzipped his pants, and started jacking off right there.

“Wen Shang!” Mu Yuan felt like he was losing his mind. “Do you even know what shame is anymore?”

Wen Shang didn’t answer. He kept stroking, eyes heavy with lust, staring straight at Mu Yuan as if the person in his fantasy wasn’t the woman moaning on screen, but the man standing in front of him.

That look in his eyes… There was no noble young master here. This guy was a fucking degenerate through and through. Worse than any street punk.

This guy wasn’t just messed up. He was a damn pervert. Mu Yuan told himself over and over to stay calm. You don’t argue with someone who has no shame.

So what now? He even considered going to the kitchen to grab a knife and throw the bastard out. But his legs wouldn’t move. The moaning from the video was too damn seductive. It crawled into his ears and melted his brain. He didn’t even need to look at the screen. His mind was already filled with vivid, erotic images.

Under the robe, his dick sprang to life almost instantly. In seconds, a full-on tent stretched his lap. It was just a natural physical response. Mu Yuan had no way of holding it back.

He turned and started walking toward the bathroom to deal with it. Behind him, Wen Shang sprawled on the sofa like he owned the place, chin raised, eyes locked on Mu Yuan with a look that was half taunting, half smug.

“Why not just do it here? We’re both men. You’ve got one, I’ve got one. Or are you scared yours isn’t as big as mine? Feeling insecure?”

“You fucking freak…”

Mu Yuan took the bait. He yanked the belt off his waist and, right in front of Wen Shang, pulled off his robe. Completely naked, he swaggered over and pointed straight at his fully loaded cock.

“Open your fucking eyes and look closely. Eighteen centimeters, motherfucker.”

Wen Shang suddenly reached out, grabbed Mu Yuan by the arm, and dragged him down onto the couch. His hand closed around Mu Yuan’s dick, his lips brushed lightly against his left earlobe.

“This big? Doesn’t look like it. Let me measure.”

That filthy, beast-in-a-suit aura came straight from the soul.

The hard cock sank into a warm palm. The moment it was wrapped, Mu Yuan didn’t want to pull away. Faced with Wen Shang’s offer, he couldn’t say no, and he gave in completely.

Silence was consent.

Wen Shang started stroking him, up and down, sometimes squeezing a little harder, twisting slightly as he went. The dark red shaft swelled even more under the teasing, blood surging through it with every stroke.

In that moment, Mu Yuan didn’t want to think about anything. He just wanted to close his eyes and enjoy it. The pleasure was so overwhelming, he let out a moan without realizing it.

“Want to feel both at once?” Wen Shang whispered in his ear.

Both? At once?

Mu Yuan’s black eyes lit up, overflowing with desire. He didn’t even bother to hide it.

Hooked so easily. It was hard to say if he was just naive or plain dumb. But to Wen Shang, that was a good thing. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

He kept stroking Mu Yuan’s cock with one hand while the other reached behind him. His fingers traced down Mu Yuan’s spine, inch by inch, slowly sliding lower. He paused briefly at the tailbone before finally arriving at the entrance.

His long fingers pressed in. With the lube still working and Mu Yuan already stretched, it slipped inside without any trouble. He began exploring, digging deeper, searching for that sensitive spot.

Mu Yuan let out a guttural moan. His head tilted back, knees curled in, a dazed expression spreading across his face.

Wen Shang knew he had found the spot. He pressed harder.

Inside that slick, tight passage, his fingers rubbed back and forth, sometimes harder, sometimes softer. His other hand never stopped stroking the burning, twitching shaft, pumping with steady effort.

With both ends being worked at once, a wave of heat surged through Mu Yuan’s body, lighting up every nerve until he was buzzing with numb, unbearable pleasure. His thoughts blurred into a haze, and reason slipped away completely, leaving behind nothing but an overwhelming, throbbing hunger that twisted deep in his gut

Mu Yuan lay back on the sofa, legs wide open, shamelessly letting Wen Shang stroke and tease him, completely consumed by the rising pleasure.

“Feels good?” Wen Shang asked, his voice low and rough beside his ear.

Mu Yuan nodded repeatedly, panting through a messy grin. “Feels fucking amazing. Shit… it’s so goddamn good.”

He couldn’t even speak without cursing, like only profanity could do justice to how fucking incredible it felt.

Just as he was teetering on the edge, Wen Shang suddenly paused.

The fingers buried inside him slid out, and the hand gripping his cock let go at the same time. Right when the pleasure was peaking, being stopped like that felt like slamming into a wall. Mu Yuan was not happy about it.

“What the hell are you doing? Don’t stop. Keep going…” he huffed, trying to catch his breath as he begged for more.

Wen Shang leaned in and pressed the head of his cock right against Mu Yuan’s back entrance. The tip rubbed in slow, teasing circles at the rim, barely touching but impossible to ignore.

He leaned close to Mu Yuan’s ear, voice roughened by arousal.

“Can I fuck you or not?”

Mu Yuan shook his head.

“No.”

“Why not?” Wen Shang sounded irritated. He bit down gently on Mu Yuan’s earlobe, then flicked his tongue across the tender flesh just to provoke him further.

“You fucked me so hard last time I had to go to the fucking hospital and see a proctologist. I was laid up in bed for days. And now you’ve got the nerve to ask why?”

Mu Yuan tried to push him off, but Wen Shang wrapped an arm around his waist and held him tight, refusing to budge.

“That was an accident. I’ll be gentle this time. I swear I’ll make you feel fucking incredible.”

Those last three words, “feel fucking incredible”, hit him right in the gut. Mu Yuan wavered. As always, he was the kind of man who acted on instinct. He didn’t like playing games or wasting time. He chased what he wanted.

And right now, he wanted that feeling again.

But he still had his doubts.

“You promise it won’t hurt?”

“It won’t.”

Mu Yuan wasn’t fully convinced. “That doesn’t cut it. You gotta swear. What if you wreck me again and I end up back in the hospital?”

“If that happens, you can take a knife and cut me up yourself.”

Now that was a promise with bite.

Mu Yuan had no idea whether to believe him, but the words were enough to give him just enough reassurance. And with lust clouding his mind, he decided to trust him just this once.

This wasn’t like last time. This time, he was saying yes. Sure, there was some coaxing involved, but he was giving in of his own will.

“Got a condom?” Wen Shang asked.

Mu Yuan glanced toward the bedroom. “In there.”

Wen Shang was about to get up and grab it himself when Mu Yuan suddenly remembered the shameful cucumber he had stashed in the drawer.

“Wait. I’ll get it.”

He hadn’t even gotten off the sofa when Wen Shang grabbed him and lifted him up, carrying him toward the bedroom. His limbs loosely wrapped around Wen Shang’s body.

Their cocks bumped and rubbed against each other with every step. The friction was subtle but constant. This was Mu Yuan’s first time doing this with a man, and he couldn’t hide the surge of excitement that bubbled up inside him. A mischievous thought flashed through his mind, and he decided to act on it. He pressed his cock against Wen Shang’s and started grinding, letting out a soft chuckle every now and then.

Wen Shang lowered his eyes and looked at him with a heavy, unreadable gaze. His already rock-hard shaft swelled thicker in an instant.

Mu Yuan was too careless to notice. All he could think about was how good it felt. Everything else could go to hell.

The condom was in the same drawer as the lube and the cucumber. Mu Yuan opened it quickly and snatched the condom out, slamming the drawer shut as fast as he could.

He thought his speed had saved him, but Wen Shang had already caught a glimpse of what was inside.

“Think a cucumber works better than the real thing?” Wen Shang teased with a smirk.

Mu Yuan, exposed and embarrassed, tried to play it cool and shrugged like it didn’t mean anything.

“It’s not like I’ve done it with a guy before. What the fuck would I know?”

Wen Shang briefly remembered the time he fucked Mu Yuan back at his place. But he let it slide. No point dragging up the past and killing the mood.

Thanks to all the prep, getting in wasn’t hard. Unlike last time, this wasn’t some brutal, rushed fuck. Every move was controlled, calculated, and measured.

Wen Shang was definitely thicker than that cucumber. At first, Mu Yuan tensed up from the pressure. The stretch wasn’t exactly pleasant. But Wen Shang moved slow, easing in bit by bit while watching his face closely. The second he saw Mu Yuan wince or frown, he stopped to let him breathe, then pushed in a little more.

It would’ve been a lie to say it didn’t hurt, but the pain stayed just within the limit of what Mu Yuan could tolerate. He gritted his teeth and endured.

Once Wen Shang was fully inside, he began to move.

His cock scraped along the tight inner walls, sliding in and out in a slow rhythm. Mu Yuan felt a strange mix of aching and heat curling up inside him. His body arched, breath coming in short, heavy gasps.

Mu Yuan clenched down unconsciously, his hole tightening hard around the thick shaft drilling into him, as if trying to scratch an itch deep inside. A low grunt came from above.

“Loosen up. You’re clamping down so hard, you’re gonna snap my dick off.” Wen Shang gave his ass a firm slap.

“I can’t… it itches. Fuck, it itches so bad.” Mu Yuan squirmed, face scrunched up, lips pouting as he complained. “You lying freak, you said this would feel good. This feels like shit. I’m done.”

“Just relax. Give it a minute and the itch will pass. Trust me.” Wen Shang, for once, softened his tone. He grabbed a pillow and slid it under Mu Yuan’s waist before thrusting back in.

The early discomfort didn’t last long. Once he pushed through it, waves of pleasure came flooding in, each one stronger than the last.

Wen Shang’s thick glans kept grinding against the slick, narrow inner walls, thrusting in and out, over and over, hammering straight into Mu Yuan’s most sensitive spot.

“Fuck… this feels so fucking good…” Mu Yuan clung to Wen Shang’s shoulders, sweat dripping down his face, his skin practically steaming with lust. “Harder… faster…”

He shut his eyes, let go of everything, and gave in completely. He wrapped his legs around Wen Shang’s waist, locking him in tight. It still wasn’t enough. He tilted his hips upward, grinding his ass to meet every thrust. His breathing turned wild and ragged, moaning without restraint, chasing whatever felt good and holding nothing back.

He used to be the one in control when he slept with women. But this time, all he had to do was lie there while someone else did the work, and he still got to lose his mind in pleasure. It was fucking addictive.

The pace picked up, every stroke getting harder and deeper. Wen Shang slammed his hips forward, burying his cock to the base. The tight ring of muscle clenched desperately around him, sucking him in. Every time he pulled out, it clung to him like it didn’t want to let go. Every time he pushed in, it opened back up just enough to drag him deeper, wet and greedy.

Looking down at the man panting beneath him, face flushed and trembling, Wen Shang didn’t just see Mu Yuan. He saw Xiao Xing, and he saw the kid from under the banyan tree all those years ago. That face had haunted him for far too long. And right now, all he wanted was to fuck him senseless. That hunger, that obsession, had never hit him this hard before.

After dozens, maybe even a hundred thrusts, Wen Shang drove himself in one final time, cock slamming deep and staying there as his hips jerked, spilling everything inside.

They came almost at the same time. Mu Yuan let out a hoarse, broken roar as he came hard, ropes of hot cum splashing across Wen Shang’s abs.

After that release, Mu Yuan’s mind went blank. He sprawled out on the bed, too lazy to move, looking like a well-fed wolf cub. His eyes were half-lidded, body loose and satisfied.

When he finally opened his eyes again, Wen Shang was gone. It was the kind of exit people called cold-hearted or scummy, but Mu Yuan didn’t care. He got what he came for, and it felt damn good.

Lying in bed, arms wrapped around a pillow, he stared up at the chandelier, still dazed from the afterglow, unable to snap out of it for a long time. It wasn’t until his stomach growled that he remembered the untouched bag of takeout on the table.

By now, it was probably stone cold.