UI Chapter 68

That night, even though Wei Qi had been rude to him, his actions had indirectly led to what happened afterward. Now that Wei Qi was willing to apologize, Shen Ran didn’t want Zhao Jiyu to feel caught in the middle, so he replied:

“Alright, what time?”

“I’m coming to pick you up now,” Zhao Jiyu responded.

After putting down his phone, Shen Ran continued reconciling the accounts and checking inventory with Xu Tian. Before he was done, Zhao Jiyu’s car had already pulled up across the street.

Xu Tian, being sharp-eyed, spotted it first and glanced at Shen Ran. He pretended not to notice, trying to act nonchalant, but Xu Tian smirked and asked, “He’s picking you up again? So, what’s the deal between you two now? Are you together or not?”

Only Zhao Jiyu’s close friends and Zheng Mingjin knew about their relationship—Shen Ran didn’t want it to become public knowledge. But Xu Tian knew Zhao Jiyu and had already seen through their ambiguous interactions long ago, so Shen Ran simply nodded in response.

Zhao Jiyu sat in the car, looking at his phone, occasionally glancing over at the figure still busy behind the convenience store counter. The next time he looked, he noticed Xu Tian staring at him in surprise, chatting excitedly with Shen Ran.

When Shen Ran got into the passenger seat, Xu Tian was still smiling happily in their direction.

Zhao Jiyu asked, “Why is Xu Tian so happy?”

Shen Ran rubbed the skin behind his ear, which was turning red, hesitated for a moment, and then said,
“She’s been really curious about what’s going on between us. I just told her we’re together.”

Zhao Jiyu instantly understood and chuckled.
“No wonder she kept looking over.”

Shen Ran smiled, a little helpless, and glanced back at the convenience store.
“She’s a really special girl—kind of like Yu Xuetong. If only everyone could be as open-minded as they are.”

Zhao Jiyu reached over, intertwining their fingers.
“So, do you think I’m special?”

Shen Ran wanted to retort with “What do you think?” but when he saw the serious look in Zhao Jiyu’s eyes, he swallowed the words. Clearing his throat, he said,
“You’re already special enough that I don’t even care about gender anymore.”

Zhao Jiyu’s eyes curved with a smile, glimmering like stardust. Shen Ran watched as he leaned in. His rational mind told him to remind Zhao Jiyu not to act out in public, but as their breaths mingled, his mind went completely blank.

Zhao Jiyu only brushed his lips against Shen Ran’s before pulling away, yet both of them were left wanting more.

The entire way to their destination, Zhao Jiyu held his hand, not letting go. It wasn’t until they arrived that Shen Ran suddenly realized—he hadn’t brought his swim trunks.

Unbuckling his seatbelt, Zhao Jiyu took a paper bag from the back seat and placed it on Shen Ran’s lap.
“I bought two pairs earlier, identical ones.”

Shen Ran peeked inside—the swim trunks Zhao Jiyu had chosen were boxer-style, similar to the underwear he usually wore. The fabric was smooth and soft. At first glance, they looked like a simple dark green, but when stretched, they had a subtle pearlescent sheen.

As he was inspecting them, Zhao Jiyu had already walked around to the passenger side and opened the door.

Shen Ran stepped out, his expression slightly unnatural. Zhao Jiyu noticed and asked, “Not happy with the style?”

“No,” he handed the bag back to Zhao Jiyu and whispered, “Wearing matching ones—won’t that be too obvious?”

Zhao Jiyu closed the car door, and as the car automatically locked, he took Shen Ran’s hand. Shen Ran glanced around. The car drove straight into Wei Qi’s suburban villa, where more than twenty different private vehicles were parked. The only security presence was two men in uniform standing at the nearby exit.

Zhao Jiyu said,
“Relax. I told you, everyone here does their own thing. Once you see it, you’ll understand—no one will pay attention to us.”

Since Zhao Jiyu had already said so, Shen Ran didn’t pull his hand away. But as they rounded the backyard pool area, he finally understood what he meant.

The villa’s backyard was huge, divided into two sections in a rectangular layout. On one side, there was a large, irregularly shaped swimming pool, where over twenty young men and women, all wearing half-face masks and swimsuits, were playing in the water. On the other side was a food and beverage area, where chefs and waitstaff in uniforms were preparing various dishes.

Wei Qi and his group were gathered in the dining area, about seven or eight people lounging together, chatting about something. Everyone was wearing masks that covered only the upper half of their faces.

Zhao Jiyu didn’t go over there. Instead, he pulled Shen Ran into the main house, entered a passcode on the wall, and led him into a room on the third floor.

“You can change here,”
Zhao Jiyu said, locking the door.
“What do you want to eat? I’ll have someone bring it up.”

Shen Ran wasn’t hungry yet. He looked around at the room’s décor and asked,
“Do you come here often?”

“Yeah. No one actually lives in this villa—Wei Qi only uses it for parties. Each of us has our own room here.”

Zhao Jiyu walked over and drew the curtains, dimming the room. He turned back to Shen Ran, wrapped an arm around his waist, and said,
“If you’re not hungry and don’t feel like swimming right away, we could do something else first. This place has everything, after all.”

The implication was too obvious. For a split second, Shen Ran entertained a reckless thought—before Zhao Jiyu pressed him onto the bed.

His back sank into the soft mattress, and Zhao Jiyu’s weight bore down on him. He let out a muffled grunt, but before he could react, his lips were captured in a deep kiss.

Their heated breaths intertwined as Zhao Jiyu’s tongue explored, his fingers tightening around Shen Ran’s wrist, fingertips grazing his palm. Shen Ran, lost in the kiss, not only laced their fingers together but boldly slid his tongue into Zhao Jiyu’s mouth, teasing and provoking him.

The two of them eagerly and passionately sought each other out, their movements intense, until Shen Ran’s hand reached around Zhao Jiyu’s waist. Only then did Zhao Jiyu have to stop, breathing heavily as he glared at him.

Shen Ran was also panting. Their four eyes locked onto each other, and Zhao Jiyu smirked, asking,
“Do you want me to take you right here?”

Shen Ran didn’t back down and shot back,
“Taking you right here doesn’t sound bad either.”

Zhao Jiyu moved Shen Ran’s hand from his waist to his shoulder and leaned in closer. His husky voice, wrapped in heat, slipped into Shen Ran’s ear, “But I’d rather take you.”

The bedside lamp had a unique design—twisting vines with a rose emerging between them. The way the leaves intertwined reminded Shen Ran of the times he and Zhao Jiyu had been intimate. Zhao Jiyu was always the one pressing him down, but as another man, Shen Ran had thought more than once about flipping their positions and conquering him instead.

But that thought faded after a moment. Positions didn’t really matter to him—what mattered most was that they were both comfortable.

Gently stroking the face of the man kissing his ear, Shen Ran whispered,
“This isn’t our place. Wait until we get home tonight.”

The chest of the man in his arms rose and fell sharply, and the next second, Zhao Jiyu lifted his head and planted a forceful kiss on his face, grinning so wide that his eyes crinkled. “You said it.”

Shen Ran was infected by his happiness and couldn’t help but smile too.
“Yeah, I said it. But there are still a few hours left—you have to hold out until then.”

He rarely spoke like this, and Zhao Jiyu immediately wanted to kiss him again. But just as their lips were about to meet, a knock on the door interrupted them.

Someone called from outside, “Jiyu?”

The two exchanged glances, both clearly displeased at being interrupted. Shen Ran was the first to push Zhao Jiyu away and sit up. Zhao Jiyu got off the bed, adjusting his belt to make sure nothing looked out of place before opening the door.

Standing in the hallway were three people—Huang Qianxu, Tang Jiayi, and Wei Qi, who stood a bit behind them.

As Zhao Jiyu opened the door, Shen Ran also got off the bed. Huang Qianxu was the first to glance inside. Shen Ran had his back to them, drinking water at the desk, but the bed’s sheets were a mess. Huang Qianxu immediately understood but didn’t make any awkward comments. Instead, he simply looked at Zhao Jiyu and said, “You two should hurry up and change into your swim trunks and come down. The food is almost ready.”

Tang Jiayi stepped aside slightly, allowing Zhao Jiyu to see Wei Qi.
“Yeah, Wei Qi had the chef make some really good honey-glazed chicken wings. You have to eat them while they’re hot.”

Zhao Jiyu glanced at Tang Jiayi, then shifted his gaze to Wei Qi, who was standing the farthest away.

The three of them were already wearing swim trunks. Wei Qi fidgeted with his flip-flops before lifting his head to meet Zhao Jiyu’s gaze.

Ever since Zhao Jiyu had learned the truth about that night, he hadn’t spoken to Wei Qi. Even though Wei Qi knew he was in the wrong, he couldn’t bring himself to apologize. Later, Tang Jiayi had spent a long time persuading him, saying that none of them really knew what kind of person Shen Ran was. Now that Zhao Jiyu was with him, as friends, they should respect his feelings and choices.

Wei Qi had always been closer to Tang Jiayi, so after hearing this, he finally came around and decided he should at least explain his actions that night.

Running a hand through his hair, Wei Qi muttered,
“I left the drinks in the cabinet. Get changed and come down—we saved a good bottle of wine for you.”

His voice was small and unclear, held back by his pride. Zhao Jiyu didn’t catch it, but Tang Jiayi gave him a push and said,
“Speak up! You just ate a whole bowl of fried rice—where’d all that strength go?”

Wei Qi thought to himself, Does he not care about saving face? But when he looked up, he saw that Shen Ran, who had originally been facing away from the door, had turned around and was now leaning against the table, watching them.

The unpleasant scene from that night resurfaced in Wei Qi’s mind. Thinking about his tone at the time, since he had already decided to apologize, he wasn’t the type to hesitate. Steeling himself, he said loudly, “I was in the wrong that night. You two finish being lovey-dovey and come downstairs—I’m opening the wine.”

After saying that, he strode quickly downstairs. The sound of his flip-flops slapping against the floor echoed as Tang Jiayi was the first to laugh, followed by Huang Qianxu. Zhao Jiyu watched Wei Qi’s disappearing figure, then turned back to glance at Shen Ran before signaling him to head down as well.

After locking the door, Zhao Jiyu walked back to Shen Ran and asked,
“Not mad anymore?”

Shen Ran shook his head.
“I’m not a petty person.”

Zhao Jiyu kissed him on the lips, then pressed his forehead against Shen Ran’s.
“Then let’s change into our swim trunks and go down. After we eat, we’ll head back early?”

Shen Ran kissed Zhao Jiyu back with a smile. “Okay.”

The two of them took turns showering and changing into their swim trunks. Before leaving the room, Zhao Jiyu took two identical black masks from the cabinet. Wei Qi had prepared them especially for them—slightly different in design from everyone else’s. They only covered the upper half of the face, with Shen Ran’s mask having a crystal embedded on the left side and Zhao Jiyu’s on the right.

Once they put them on and stood in front of the mirror, they really did look like a matching couple.

Zhao Jiyu wrapped his arms around Shen Ran’s waist, wanting to kiss him again. Shen Ran bit Zhao Jiyu’s lips lightly, sucked on them twice, then released him, reminding,
“Don’t mess around while wearing swim trunks.”

Zhao Jiyu glanced downward, and Shen Ran pinched his chin, lifting his face. Their eyes met, and both of them laughed before heading downstairs together.

They had spent quite some time in the room, and by the time they arrived, the dining area was already lively. The people in the pool had all climbed ashore, gathering around the buffet table to enjoy the food and wine.

Huang Qianxu was standing by the barbecue area. Seeing the two of them, he raised a hand in greeting, then picked up a bottle of well-aged red wine nearby and poured them each a glass.

Zhao Jiyu took a sip, and Huang Qianxu remarked,
“Wei Qi is being really sincere—this is from his dad’s private collection.”

Since Zhao Jiyu had helped Zhao Xinhong collect red wine before, he could naturally tell its quality. He smiled and asked, “Where are he and Jiayi?”

“They went to the back kitchen,” Huang Qianxu replied.
“There’s a dish that needs some adjustments.”

Zhao Jiyu glanced at the food already available on the table and asked Shen Ran,
“What do you want to eat? If it’s not here, we can ask the chef to make it separately.”

Shen Ran had eaten egg waffles and curry fish balls in the afternoon, so he wasn’t very hungry now. Not wanting to trouble anyone, he simply took a portion of Thai fried rice. Zhao Jiyu accepted the honey-glazed chicken wings Huang Qianxu handed him and grabbed a few other dishes that looked good. The two of them then found a quiet corner to sit in.

Huang Qianxu didn’t disturb them. As Shen Ran ate, he observed the lively and noisy surroundings. He had never attended a masquerade party like this before, but after watching for a while, he lost interest and turned his attention back to his food.

Zhao Jiyu noticed and asked, “Bored?”

Shen Ran nodded.

“I don’t usually come to these kinds of places either,” Zhao Jiyu said.
“Wei Qi loves throwing parties. Sometimes, he even plans them when there’s nothing else to do.”

Taking a bite of the honey-glazed chicken wing Zhao Jiyu handed him, Shen Ran said,
“I thought you liked these kinds of places. That gay bar we went to before was just as loud.”

Bringing up that night, Zhao Jiyu stared into Shen Ran’s eyes and asked,
“If I hadn’t happened to be there that night, would you have just found someone to hook up with?”

Shen Ran spat out a bone and countered,
“Do I seem like that kind of person?”

“You don’t, but you were upset that night.” Zhao Jiyu wasn’t willing to drop the topic.

Wiping his hands with a napkin, Shen Ran said,
“After I came out of the restroom that night, I just wanted to leave.”

“Really?” Zhao Jiyu asked.

Shen Ran picked up another honey-glazed chicken wing and stuffed it into Zhao Jiyu’s mouth, smiling.
“If I’d known, I should’ve left earlier. That way, I wouldn’t have run into you.”

Zhao Jiyu took a bite and licked a bit of honey off his fingertips. “Actually, I noticed you as soon as you walked in. I just held back from approaching you.”

That surprised Shen Ran.
“So you were secretly watching me the whole time?”

Zhao Jiyu admitted it without hesitation, then leaned close to Shen Ran’s ear and whispered, “Not just that—I was also wondering if I had a chance to turn you.”

When Wei Qi came out of the kitchen, he was carrying a silver-covered dish. Not seeing Zhao Jiyu and Shen Ran near Huang Qianxu, he asked where they had gone.

Huang Qianxu pointed toward a corner table not far away and said,
“Don’t go over there. Those two haven’t stopped since they sat down. Just watching them is giving me goosebumps.”

Following his gaze, Wei Qi saw Zhao Jiyu whispering into Shen Ran’s ear, making him laugh uncontrollably while covering his mouth to stop him from getting closer.

Wei Qi lifted the lid off the dish and handed the beautifully presented curry bread crab to Huang Qianxu.
“Here, consider this compensation for your goosebumps.”

After they had eaten enough, Zhao Jiyu asked Shen Ran if he wanted to go for a swim.

Shen Ran glanced at the pool. Many people had gone back in after eating, and the space was getting crowded. He decided against it, so Zhao Jiyu suggested heading back instead.

They exchanged a look, both understanding the unspoken meaning behind it, suppressing the smiles tugging at their lips. Following Zhao Jiyu, Shen Ran went over to bid farewell to Huang Qianxu and the others before returning to their room to change.

Whenever Wei Qi hosted parties like this, he would arrange designated drivers in advance. Although the two of them hadn’t drunk much that night, Zhao Jiyu didn’t feel like driving. He pulled Shen Ran into the backseat, draping an arm over his shoulder and whispering to him from time to time.

Shen Ran lost count of how many times Zhao Jiyu leaned in to whisper something, and before they even got home, the atmosphere between them had shifted. Luckily, the car was dimly lit, and when they went upstairs, the elevator was private, so no one saw them.

But as soon as they stepped inside their apartment, before even changing his shoes, Zhao Jiyu pinned Shen Ran against the wall and lost control completely.

Although Shen Ran had already showered in Wei Qi’s room, he still wanted to shower again. Zhao Jiyu hooked his waist, and they stumbled together into the bathroom.

After placing their phones on the sink, Shen Ran hadn’t even turned around when Zhao Jiyu pressed against him. Zhao Jiyu’s hands wrapped around Shen Ran from behind, one hand kneading his nipple through his T-shirt, and the other hand reaching down to knead his already hardened desire through his jeans. Shen Ran leaned back against Zhao Jiyu’s shoulder.

Wei Qi’s bottle of red wine was from an older vintage, its aroma intoxicating. Even though he and Zhao Jiyu had only drunk half a bottle each, a wave of drunkenness washed over him, and his breath was filled with the scent of red wine. Zhao Jiyu licked Shen Ran’s warm earlobe, his tongue dipping into Shen Ran’s ear canal. Shen Ran shivered with pleasure, his right hand gripping Zhao Jiyu’s hand that was kneading his chest, reminding him breathlessly, “Let me shower first.”

Zhao Jiyu released him, pulling up the hem of his T-shirt. Shen Ran cooperated by raising his arms, but Zhao Jiyu didn’t continue. As Shen Ran’s face was obscured by the T-shirt, Zhao Jiyu bit his lip, kissing him again through the fabric. Shen Ran’s mouth was filled with the dry texture of the fabric, but soon the fabric became wet. He not only felt the shape of Zhao Jiyu’s tongue, but was also overcome with an irresistible urge, almost losing his breath.

Sensing Shen Ran’s hands pushing him away, Zhao Jiyu released his lips and lowered his head to gently suck on Shen Ran’s Adam’s apple, teasing him until his knees trembled. Then, Zhao Jiyu moved to suck on his right nipple. Shen Ran leaned against the sink, the feeling of being pressed against reminding him of their encounter in the woods. Enduring the waves of pleasure that washed over his chest, he gripped Zhao Jiyu’s waist, pulling him upright and rubbing their chests together.

The feeling of rubbing against each other through two layers of zippers wasn’t pleasant. Shen Ran tore off his T-shirt, and as his vision cleared, he saw Zhao Jiyu unzipping his jeans, then loosening his own dress pants belt and zipper, pressing against him and rubbing his hips.

When they returned to the room to change earlier, Zhao Jiyu hadn’t let him change out of his swimsuit. Now, they were both wearing the same swimsuit, the fabric outlining their similarly sized erections.

Seeing the wet tips of their Cocks, Shen Ran felt a sense of shame. He looked away, wrapping his arms around Zhao Jiyu’s neck and pulling him into a hug, tilting his head to lick Zhao Jiyu’s earlobe, reminding him once more,
“Hurry up and let me shower.”

Cupping his round buttocks, Zhao Jiyu squeezed the full cheeks of his bottom between his fingers, and laughed,
“Can’t hold back so quickly?”

Shen Ran bit Zhao Jiyu’s earlobe, saying as the other man gasped,
“I’m afraid you’ll overheat and collapse.”

Zhao Jiyu was indeed starting to lose control. Even though he seemed completely at ease, he hadn’t stopped rubbing against Shen Ran’s lower chest. This superficial caress was ineffective, only making them both more uncomfortable.

Zhao Jiyu took off his shirt, then removed both of their pants, pulled Shen Ran under the shower, adjusted the water temperature, and held Shen Ran close.

The warm water sprayed down from the large showerhead, quickly soaking their bodies. The dark green swimsuit, now wet, deepened in color and accentuated the shape of their erections. Shen Ran pushed the bangs out of his eyes, raised his hand to reach for the shampoo, but stopped, looking down.

Zhao Jiyu’s hand moved between his legs, first caressing through the fabric, then slipping inside the swimsuit’s side edge to knead his scrotum.
His hand braced against the tiled wall, Shen Ran couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.
Zhao Jiyu turned his head to kiss Shen Ran’s neck, while his other hand teased Shen Ran’s left nipple, pinching the small bud until it swelled, before reaching down to open the front of his swimsuit and grasp him. Feeling his most vulnerable part in his lover’s palm, Shen Ran sighed in relief, relaxing his back against Zhao Jiyu’s shoulder.

Zhao Jiyu watched his sensitive spots, not missing any of the expressions on his face. When he stroked the raised veins on his body, Shen Ran would let out soft cries. When his fingertip brushed across the small opening at the tip, Shen Ran would unconsciously furrow his brow slightly. If he continued to caress that spot, Shen Ran would stiffen his back and grab his wrist. If he stroked quickly, Shen Ran would unconsciously thrust his chest forward, matching the rubbing motion to deepen the pleasure.

Zhao Jiyu watched the person in his arms with fascination, seeing Shen Ran moved by his touch, letting him do as he pleased. This sense of satisfaction exceeded even the physical pleasure of entering Shen Ran. Especially when Shen Ran was about to climax and he pinched the base, the pleading look for release greatly stimulated him.

Zhao Jiyu held Shen Ran’s chin and kissed him, continuing his stroking until Shen Ran’s eyelashes were wet. After a series of rapid strokes, Shen Ran lost control, a nasal sound escaping him, and he finally shuddered and ejaculated in Zhao Jiyu’s arms.

Several spurts of white semen splashed onto the ground, slowly flowing towards the drain with the water. Zhao Jiyu glanced at it, then leaned close to Shen Ran’s burning ear and whispered,
“Haven’t you released this week?”

Shen Ran, still lost in the afterglow of his climax, couldn’t react, instinctively humming a “hmm.”

Zhao Jiyu squeezed the still heavy and unyielding erection in his palm, thinking it must be inconvenient for him to do this in the dormitory, and didn’t ask further. He told Shen Ran to stand against the wall, pressed some shower gel into his hand, and smeared it between his buttocks.

Shen Ran’s entire chest was pressed against the cold tiles. With Zhao Jiyu’s arm around his waist, he had to lift his hips backward. Feeling Zhao Jiyu’s fingers caress the entrance a few times, he instinctively tightened his rear. Zhao Jiyu, feeling his fingers squeezed, leaned close to his ear and licked it, gently reminding him, “Relax, I’ll dilate you properly before going in. It won’t hurt.”

Shen Ran’s memory of being penetrated was still from that night at the gay bar. He was much drunker then, and remembered it feeling good, but woke up the next day in pain and with a fever. As his mind cleared, he swallowed and looked back at Zhao Jiyu, asking,
“Do I get a fever every time we do it?”

Zhao Jiyu, who had just inserted a fingertip, stopped and looked at him,
“You had a fever that time?”

Enduring the discomfort of being penetrated, Shen Ran nodded.
Although he was with Zhao Jiyu, he hadn’t searched for information about men having sex. He felt he already understood the basics of sex, even though Zhao Jiyu had always taken the lead. However, he hadn’t remembered the fever until now, when he was about to be penetrated again.

The person behind him buried their face in his neck, kissing and sucking deeply, then lifted their head to look at him, saying, “That night, I couldn’t hold back and came inside you. I cleaned you up afterward, but maybe not thoroughly enough.”

The marble wall tiles in front of him were steaming with moisture, and when Shen Ran tried to grip them, they were too slippery to hold onto. Zhao Jiyu asked how long his fever lasted that time, and he whispered, “A day.”

Zhao Jiyu withdrew his fingers, and when Shen Ran frowned, he said, “I’ll go get a condom.”

Grabbing the retreating back, Shen Ran pulled Zhao Jiyu into his arms, hugging his chest. Their hardened bodies pressed together, and he could feel Zhao Jiyu’s long-held erection.

Cupping the sizable erection in his palm, he stroked it, whispering into Zhao Jiyu’s ear.
“Don’t use a condom. Just make sure to clean me up properly this time.”

Zhao Jiyu reached his hands under Shen Ran’s armpits, bracing them against the wall behind him. Unfortunately, the wet wall offered no support. As Shen Ran began stroking him, Zhao Jiyu couldn’t hold back any longer, grabbing Shen Ran’s hand and saying, “Turn around and lie on your stomach.”

This time, Shen Ran proactively turned and lay down, spreading his legs without needing Zhao Jiyu to guide him. Zhao Jiyu licked his nape, and his shower gel-coated fingers smoothly explored inside him. Soon, the scent of mint and platycodon grandiflorus filled the air.

Shen Ran endured the discomfort of being penetrated, feeling Zhao Jiyu’s fingers pressing in various places inside him, as if he was distracted and unsure of what he was doing. However, he tried his best to cooperate.

When Zhao Jiyu had dilated him with three fingers, he suddenly touched a protrusion, sending a jolt of electric-like pleasure up Shen Ran’s spine. His erection in front twitched, nearly causing him to ejaculate.

Noticing his reaction, Zhao Jiyu memorized the spot. Once Shen Ran’s rear could accommodate four fingers, Zhao Jiyu spread his buttocks and positioned his erection at the entrance, thrusting in a section with a powerful push of his waist.

Shen Ran gritted his teeth and endured, initially expecting the forced entry to be painful. However, because Zhao Jiyu had dilated him thoroughly and used ample shower gel, the penetration was not as difficult as he had imagined. Zhao Jiyu didn’t even withdraw, slowly pushing in while gripping Shen Ran’s waist, quickly reaching all the way inside.

His rear was stretched and filled completely, the wrinkles smoothed out. Shen Ran’s hands, braced against the wall, clenched into fists, his back muscles tense. Zhao Jiyu, for the first time in a while, was enveloped by him, the agonizing tightness and wet heat acting as the perfect aphrodisiac, stimulating Zhao Jiyu to immediately want to thrust. However, he restrained himself, pressing his chest against Shen Ran’s back, pulling him into his arms, and caressing Shen Ran’s slightly limp erection.

Shen Ran couldn’t describe the feeling at that moment. This was the second time he had accepted Zhao Jiyu. Unlike the first time, which was a hazy, confused encounter, this time their hearts were connected.

Zhao Jiyu loved him, and he loved Zhao Jiyu. They possessed each other with mutual affection. Although he was the one being penetrated, once he felt Zhao Jiyu fully inside him, he vaguely realized that whether it was entering or being entered, they became whole through this act.

The person burying his face in his neck, kissing and licking, was still restraining his own desire to satisfy him. Shen Ran couldn’t bear it any longer. He reached down and pressed his hand over Zhao Jiyu’s stroking fingers, saying through ragged breaths, “Just move. I’m fine.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the warmth of the breath on his neck stop. Then, Zhao Jiyu lifted his face, wrapped an arm around his waist, braced his other hand against the wall under his armpit, and said, “Bear with it,” before starting to thrust rapidly.
Like a switch had been flipped to a rhythmic setting, Zhao Jiyu’s onslaught was swift and intense.

Shen Ran quickly lost control, unable to form a complete sentence, and was pushed against the tiled wall, his front erection pressed against the wall, becoming increasingly engorged and hard.

Zhao Jiyu’s movements were almost excessive, thrusting in and out with wide, sweeping motions. The “slap, slap” sounds echoed in his ears, making Shen Ran feel both ashamed and strangely stimulated. He could even visualize the scene behind him, imagining how Zhao Jiyu withdrew and thrust, how he filled him completely.

The feeling of being possessed and filled, both physically and emotionally, was irresistible. Even though Shen Ran’s erection wasn’t being touched, he felt a growing urge to ejaculate. His fingers scratched at the smooth wall, and he couldn’t help but cry out with each thrust.

Before Shen Ran’s first release, Zhao Jiyu didn’t stop. He maintained a consistent speed and force until the pleasure of ejaculation shot from his groin to his brain. He rested his chin on Shen Ran’s shoulder, groaning, and released his deepest desire into Shen Ran.

Shen Ran’s forehead pressed against the tiled wall, the hot breath he exhaled appearing and disappearing on the marble surface. The muscles in his inner thighs trembled from the position and Zhao Jiyu’s constant thrusting, and his knees felt weak.

However, none of that compared to the overwhelming sensation of being filled inside. Feeling Zhao Jiyu’s internal ejaculation while fully conscious was both shameful and exciting. He swallowed his dry throat and was about to turn his head to look at Zhao Jiyu when the other man flipped him over.

The erection inside him was withdrawn, followed by a sensation of fluid leaking out. Shen Ran looked down and saw white liquid slowly dripping from his inner thighs. He knew what it was without thinking. His ears grew hot again, and he wanted to close his legs to at least prevent Zhao Jiyu from seeing, but Zhao Jiyu turned off the shower and sat down, pulling Shen Ran into his lap and spreading his legs.
He immediately tried to close them again, but Zhao Jiyu had already slipped in. He wiped the semen mixed with shower gel from Shen Ran’s inner thigh and smeared it onto his still unreleased erection, stroking it.

The scene was incredibly erotic in his eyes, and he had to raise his arm to cover his eyes. Without sight, his other senses became more sensitive, especially since he was also close to climaxing. After Zhao Jiyu stroked him for a while, he felt his lower abdomen tighten, and he lifted his hips to increase the friction. Just as he was about to reach his peak, Zhao Jiyu suddenly stopped, his fingertip blocking the small opening at the tip.

The sudden loss of the stroking rhythm, his desire halted at the very edge, created an indescribable discomfort.

Shen Ran removed his arm, and before he could speak, he felt Zhao Jiyu’s erection pressing against his rear, entering him once more.
His rear had already been thoroughly loosened, making Zhao Jiyu’s re-entry easy. However, this time, Zhao Jiyu didn’t thrust continuously as before. Instead, he explored inside him, relying on his memory, and soon found a smooth, rounded protrusion.

Shen Ran didn’t know what was being touched, but Zhao Jiyu used the slick head of his penis to stimulate that spot repeatedly. He felt dizzy with pleasure, nearly biting his tongue trying to suppress his cries.

As soon as Zhao Jiyu held his outstretched hand, he couldn’t take it anymore. His fingertips clenched, his back arched, and his throbbing erection ejaculated without being touched.

Shen Ran heard his own suppressed cries echoing in his ears, completely oblivious to any sense of shame. Zhao Jiyu began thrusting the moment he climaxed, penetrating him deeply as he was still releasing.

Zhao Jiyu braced his hands on either side of Shen Ran’s waist, his head throbbing from the frequent contractions of Shen Ran’s climaxing rear. He gasped, staring at Shen Ran’s still-flowing semen, and rubbed the base of his erection, watching him shudder again. Then, he finally abandoned all restraint and resumed his continuous thrusting.

The second round lasted longer than the first. However, Zhao Jiyu didn’t constantly stimulate Shen Ran’s G-spot this time. Shen Ran, despite his legs being weak and spread wide, still had some energy left. Watching the man above him, his forehead covered in sweat and the corners of his eyes flushed red, he reached up and pulled Zhao Jiyu down, slipping his tongue into his mouth and teasing him.

Zhao Jiyu kissed him while thrusting, not forgetting to stroke his erection. When Shen Ran was almost exhausted, his lower abdomen aching, they both reached a simultaneous climax.

The beauty of the world was amplified in that moment, Shen Ran’s body and mind filled to overflowing by Zhao Jiyu.
He called out Zhao Jiyu’s name in his ear, listening as Zhao Jiyu repeatedly whispered his pet name, a name only his family used.
“Ranran, I love you,” Zhao Jiyu said finally.

Tears welled in Shen Ran’s eyes, whether from sweat or pure emotion, he didn’t know. He held the man in his arms tightly, never wanting to let go, responding in a hoarse voice amidst the afterglow of their pleasure.

“I love you too.”

“Zhao Jiyu.”