UI CH 3

As they staggered toward the hotel across from the bar, Shen Ran stumbled repeatedly, saved only by Zhao’s steady grip.

Raindrops splashed his face during the crossing, briefly sharpening his senses before the night’s haze swallowed him again. Too drunk for reason, his thoughts fixated on what was coming. He glanced at Zhao, whose profile seemed sculpted to perfection.

Though their heights were similar, Zhao’s arm around him lowered Shen’s line of sight. He’d expected Zhao to struggle, but the man moved effortlessly. Swallowing hard, Shen wondered— Even if Zhao isn’t gay, he’s probably been with men. Like Li Ting, who’s open to both.

Inside the hotel lobby, Zhao guided him to a sofa. Shen Ran slumped back, tilting his head up at the glass-domed ceiling until the chandelier’s glare forced his eyes shut, dizziness surging.

Zhao returned with the room key. Mistaking Shen Ran for asleep, he touched his shoulder. Shen Ran’s eyes fluttered open.

“The Room’s ready,”
Zhao Jiyun said, leaning close to shield the harsh light. Shen Ran grunted in reply. With Shen’s arm slung over his shoulder and a hand steadying his waist, Zhao led them to the elevator.

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The elevator doors closed, and Zhao Jiyu swiped the keycard to select their floor. As the lift ascended swiftly, Shen Ran leaned against the cold metal wall. Zhao jiyu shifted closer, asking if he wanted to shower first, and Shen Ran caught the faint ink-like fragrance clinging to Zhao jiyu’s damp clothes.

Eyes shut, Shen Ran rested his temple against Zhao jiyu’s ear, offering no answer even as the elevator dinged open. Zhao jiyu guided him down the hall to their room, where Shen Ran’s sneaker caught on the plush carpet. They nearly collided with the wall, but Zhao jiyu tightened an arm around his waist, pivoting to brace them both. Chests heaving, they stood pressed together in the dimness.

Rain had soaked their hair and clothes, but Shen Ran was too drunk to manage a shower. Zhao jiyu studied his face in the shadows—barely visible save for the faint glow from the floor-to-ceiling windows. He traced the heat of Shen Ran’s parted lips with his gaze before skirting them entirely, kissing his cheek instead, trailing down to his ear.

Shen Ran jerked his head away, fingers clawing at Zhao jiyu’s shirt. Sensing his hesitation, Zhao paused.
“Let’s lie down,” he murmured, steering Shen Ran toward the bed.

Shen Ran’s mind felt molten, his body aflame from the mix of liquor and the weight of Zhao jiyu’s gaze. He collapsed into the pillows with a groan, exhaling heavily as Zhao jiyu settled over him. Warm lips grazed his jaw and throat, hands sliding beneath his waistband to unbuckle his belt.

Clumsily, Shen Ran gripped Zhao jiyu’s wrist. He tried to flip them, straining against the mattress, but Zhao jiyu held firm.

“What’re you doing?” Zhao jiyu asked, amusement threading his voice.

“How…can I do anything…if you’re on top?”
Shen Ran slurred, frustration sharpening his tone.

Zhao jiyu’s laughter rumbled low.
“You don’t know how,” he said, resuming his task.
“Let me teach you.”

His breath hitched as Zhao jiyu’s touch turned deliberate. Shen Ran arched his back, vision blurring against the rain-streaked windows, fingers digging bruises into Zhao jiyu’s arm.
The sensation of being pinned was alien, unsettling—he hated losing control. With a sudden thrash, he nearly reversed their positions, but Zhao jiyu fought dirty, a strategic press unraveling his resolve. Shen Ran fell back, panting, as the world narrowed to the heat between them.

After several failed attempts, Shen Ran, despite his hazy state, finally understood what was happening. He grabbed his pants, which were already halfway down, and asked nervously,
“Wait, what are you trying to do?”

Zhao Jiyu didn’t answer. He simply paused, propped himself up, and pulled away slightly.

Seeing Zhao Jiyu staring down at him from the bed, Shen Ran’s anxiety grew, he blurted out, “Aren’t I supposed to be on top?”

Zhao Jiyu took off his glasses and tossed them onto the bedside table. He then grabbed a tube of lubricant, squeezed some onto Shen Ran’s lower abdomen, the cold gel sent a shiver through Shen Ran.

Taking advantage of the moment, Zhao Jiyu pulled Shen Ran’s pants down completely, lifted one of his legs, and smeared the rest of the lubricant onto his own fingers.

“That’s right,” Zhao Jiyu said, leaning down to kiss Shen Ran’s tense neck. With an innocent smile, he explained,
“You’re on top, and I’m on the bottom.”
As he finished speaking, Zhao Jiyu’s fingers slid between Shen Ran’s buttocks, pushing in slightly before meeting resistance. Shen Ran arched his back and hips, his breath coming in rapid gasps as he stared at Zhao Jiyu with wide eyes.

Knowing Shen Ran’s inexperience, Zhao Jiyu didn’t rush. He withdrew his fingers and applied the remaining lubricant to Shen Ran’s erect member.
With the help of the lubricant, Zhao Jiyu began to stroke him patiently. His long, slender fingers enveloped Shen Ran’s length, moving from the sensitive tip to the swollen base, gently tracing the veins and leaving no inch untouched. Shen Ran’s reaction confirmed Zhao Jiyu’s expectations. Despite the unexpected role reversal, the pleasure he was experiencing was overwhelming, something he couldn’t resist.

He wasn’t familiar with Zhao Jiyu at all, yet the man’s touch seemed to know exactly where his weaknesses were. Soon, Shen Ran abandoned any thought of resistance, his mind consumed by the escalating desire. He wanted Zhao Jiyu to move faster, to grip him tighter.
His chest heaved, and even with the air conditioning, he felt a sheen of sweat forming. He wanted to rip off his t-shirt, but before he could reach the hem, Zhao Jiyu’s left hand moved in, lifting the shirt up to his chest and burying his face there.

The kiss was brief, but the heat of Zhao Jiyu’s breath on his sensitive skin sent a jolt through him. He instinctively tried to push Zhao Jiyu away, but Zhao Jiyu then latched onto his right nipple, teasing the tip with his tongue. The sensation was like an electric shock, and Shen Ran couldn’t hold back a cry.

The sound echoed in the quiet hotel room, startling Shen Ran. He tried to bite back his cries and push Zhao Jiyu’s head away, but Zhao Jiyu didn’t give him a chance to resist, continuing to suck and bite while increasing the pace of his hand below.

His head sank back into the pillows, and Shen Ran felt like he was burning up, his vision blurring. The pleasure surging through his body was intense and unfamiliar. The hands that had been pushing Zhao Jiyu away now clung to him, his fingers kneading the back of Zhao Jiyu’s neck. He no longer cared about the whimpers escaping his lips, only wanting Zhao Jiyu to hurry, to go faster.

The urge to climax grew stronger. He instinctively arched his back, pressing himself into Zhao Jiyu’s hand, expecting to release any moment. But just before he reached the peak, Zhao Jiyu stopped, releasing his member and pulling away from his nipple.

He was left hanging, the momentum lost, feeling weak and disoriented. He gasped for breath, instinctively reaching down to finish himself. Zhao Jiyu didn’t stop him, but after a few strokes, he pulled Shen Ran’s hand away, applying the remaining lubricant to his backside and sliding a finger inside.
Compared to the initial penetration, this wasn’t as tense, but it was far more uncomfortable than before.

With his right hand pinned above his head by Zhao Jiyu, Shen Ran reached down with his left and began to stroke himself. Zhao Jiyu wanted to tell him to hold on, that it would be even better later, but seeing the pained flush in his eyes in the dim light, and remembering this was his first time, he couldn’t bear to restrain him.

While continuing to stretch him from below, he took Shen Ran’s left nipple into his mouth, adding to the stimulation.
Free from distraction, Shen Ran was consumed by the approaching climax, barely registering the two fingers still inside him.

Zhao Jiyu’s tongue was like a slick snake, teasing and flicking his nipple. He never knew his chest could be so sensitive, his body almost uncontrollably bucking with desire. A wave of intense pleasure erupted from his lower chest, his entire body tensing and shuddering. He felt something warm envelop the tip of his erection, but it didn’t block him.

The trembling climax lasted for several seconds, leaving him limp and relaxed against the mattress. As he caught his breath, he noticed a tingling numbness in his fingers. Zhao Jiyu took over, continuing to stroke him slowly, prolonging the afterglow.

His eyes half-open, he stared at the faintly reflecting ceiling. The sound of rain outside the window filled the quiet room. The lingering effects of the climax were still fading, and his senses returned, making him acutely aware of the fingers moving inside him.

Unbeknownst to him, Zhao Jiyu had increased the stretch to three fingers. Although the release had been far more intense than any self-induced experience, Shen Ran hadn’t forgotten his initial intention. He had never imagined being the one on the receiving end, so as soon as he regained some composure, he tightened around the fingers and tried to pull Zhao Jiyu’s hand away.
Unlike Shen Ran, who was still weak from the alcohol and the aftereffects, Zhao Jiyu was relatively sober and far stronger. After a brief struggle, Shen Ran couldn’t dislodge Zhao Jiyu’s fingers. Instead, the tightening sensation made him even more aware of the intrusion.

Zhao Jiyu’s fingers pressed against his inner walls, exploring inch by inch as if searching for something. Unable to think clearly and disliking the feeling of being invaded, Shen Ran turned to roll off the bed.

With a quick hand, Zhao Jiyu blocked his movement, leaning closer and saying, ‘Don’t move, almost done.’

Zhao Jiyu’s voice was also a bit hoarse, showing he was struggling to restrain himself. Shen Ran glared at him warily, unable to tolerate the feeling of being penetrated from behind.

Just as he was about to curse him to stop, his eyes widened, his tightly pressed lips moved, and then he couldn’t help but cry out.

A strange, intense pleasure, almost unbearable, surged from the spot Zhao Jiyu was pressing, especially strong along his spine. Before he could react, Zhao Jiyu continued to stimulate that area.

The willpower he had just regained quickly dissolved in the face of this overwhelming pleasure. Shen Ran gripped the edge of the bed, as if that could anchor his sanity and keep him from crying out, but he underestimated Zhao Jiyu’s skill.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Zhao Jiyu’s movements became more urgent. After a series of rapid presses, Shen Ran’s resistance was completely broken. His already spent member re-erected, the tip warmer than before, leaking clear fluid.

Unbuckling his belt, Zhao Jiyu released his already throbbing erection. He took a large condom from the nightstand, put it on, applied lubricant, lifted Shen Ran’s legs into the crook of his arm, and positioned himself at the already dilated entrance.

A warm sensation pressed against his rear, but Shen Ran, still dazed from the previous stimulation, thought it was Zhao Jiyu’s fingers again. Then, a tearing sensation spread from his most vulnerable point, and he cried out in a hoarse voice, gripping Zhao Jiyu’s arms and gasping for breath.
The pleasure from the prostate stimulation was overwhelmed by the pain of being stretched open. Shen Ran gritted his teeth and cursed, “Zhao Jiyu, get off me!”

“Ah… ah, ah!”
As soon as he finished cursing, he couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath. Zhao Jiyu didn’t push further in. He gripped Shen Ran’s erection and began stroking it, lowering his waist until their chests were pressed together. His dark eyes lingered on Shen Ran’s lips before he heavily sucked on them, his tongue forcing open his teeth.
Shen Ran, still reeling from the conflicting sensations of hot and cold, was stunned by Zhao Jiyu’s kiss. He had only held hands with Li during their two-month relationship, and he had imagined his first kiss countless times, wondering what the atmosphere would be like. He never imagined it would be with another man, in such a ridiculous and outrageous situation.

Anger surged through him, he tried to kick Zhao Jiyu, but Zhao Jiyu pulled away from his mouth, trailing kisses down his chin to his throat, where he began to suck and nibble.
Shen Ran arched his neck, trying to escape the overly stimulating caresses, but Zhao Jiyu’s technique was too skilled. He was caught in the man’s relentless assault, unable to resist, and just as he was about to arch his back again, seeking another climax, Zhao Jiyu suddenly thrust forward, penetrating him deeply in one swift motion.

Shen Ran’s cry was choked in his throat. The sudden, stretching pain in his lower body left him helpless and panicked. Yet, Zhao Jiyu continued to torment him, his thumb rubbing back and forth across the tip of his erection, his fingers squeezing the head. Within moments, Shen Ran lost control, raising the back of his hand to his mouth as he came in a dizzying wave of pleasure.

During his climax, he shuddered uncontrollably. Zhao Jiyu, having just entered him, was afraid of hurting him and had been holding back, but he was nearly forced to ejaculate by Shen Ran’s tight contractions. He had to pull out and collapse on top of him, panting.

Only after Shen Ran had calmed down did he enter him again, focusing on his eyebrows and eyes as he began to rhythmically move.

Having experienced two intense orgasms in quick succession, Shen Ran was exhausted. Even though his rear still ached unbearably, he had no energy to resist. He lay limp on the pillow, passively receiving Zhao Jiyu’s thrusts.

The sounds of their bodies joining, the wet squelching and the “pā pā” of skin against skin, gradually began to elicit a strange pleasure in his body, which was now adjusting to the sensation. He opened his heavy eyelids to look at the man laboring over him.

Zhao Jiyu’s shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his chest muscles glistening with sweat. The taut lines of his physique stretched from his nipples down to his abdomen. The beautiful muscles rippled with each movement, captivating Shen Ran’s gaze. His eyes were fixed on the end of the two lines of his V-cut, where their bodies were joined.

Zhao Jiyu, having brought him to climax twice, was now losing control. He followed Shen Ran’s gaze to their joined bodies. The frequent, deep thrusts sent shivers down his spine. After changing positions twice, he paused to catch his breath, looking up to meet Shen Ran’s eyes. A drop of sweat fell from the tip of his nose, landing softly on Shen Ran’s stomach. Though a small sensation, it broke Shen Ran’s concentration.

Seeing Shen Ran turn his face away, Zhao Jiyu leaned down and embraced him, taking his limp erection in his hand and stroking it.

Shen Ran no longer felt a strong desire. He tried to stop Zhao Jiyu, placing his hand on his arm, but before he could speak, he felt the thing inside him begin to move again. Unlike the previous forceful thrusts, this time Zhao Jiyu seemed to be searching for something, gently rubbing along his inner walls.

Shen Ran had given up on questioning their current complicated situation. Although his first night and first kiss had been unexpectedly given here, he had to admit that Zhao Jiyu had brought him considerable pleasure, pleasure to the point of…

Before the thought could fully form, he cried out again, his fingers digging into Zhao Jiyu’s arm, unable to resist the intense pleasure from that unfamiliar place.

Unlike the touch of fingers, Zhao Jiyu’s thick penis had already stretched him to his limit. The friction against his prostate in this state was almost unbearable.
He surrendered after only a moment of resistance, no longer caring about the embarrassing sounds of his cries.

Trembling in Zhao Jiyu’s arms, he couldn’t endure the overwhelming pleasure, even by clutching the pillow. He soon bit down on Zhao Jiyu’s shoulder, tears leaking from his tightly closed eyes. His mind was like a bowl of tofu, disintegrating with each of Zhao Jiyu’s thrusts, his consciousness slipping into madness.

In the final, intense surge, Zhao Jiyu turned him over, positioning him on his hands and knees, lifting his rear.

Shen Ran had long since lost any sense of objection to such positions. His erection, hanging beneath him, swayed with each thrust, the pre-come glistening at its tip, scattering across the sheets. He clung to the nearest pillow, his right hand futilely bracing against the headboard, trying to shield his head from the relentless impacts, but his fingers soon lost their strength.

Zhao Jiyu targeted his prostate with precise, grinding strokes, finally reaching his climax. Simultaneously, Shen Ran was swept away, his own release erupting without direct touch, a first for him. He felt as if he were adrift in a vast ocean, his body and mind tossed by the waves, drifting further and further into the uncharted depths.

The next morning, Shen Ran awoke to a sensation of Swaying.

Pale gold wallpaper filled his vision. He stared at it for a long moment, realizing the swaying wasn’t from an earthquake, but a lingering echo of his dream.

Relieved, he tried to massage his aching temples, a sharp soreness shot through his arm. Then, he felt a warm pressure against his back, something pressed close.
His sluggish mind began to piece things together. He blinked, noticing the unfamiliar wallpaper, and turned his head, instantly freezing at the sight behind him.

A man was spooning him, his bare chest pressed against Shen Ran’s back, his face buried in the pillow. As his senses returned, he realized he was completely naked beneath the covers, and the man’s leg, tangled between his, was also bare.

He swallowed hard, his throat sore and painful. He tightened his grip on the sheets, his mind reeling with shock, hesitation, and confusion. Thankfully, the events of the previous night began to surface, he recognized the man behind him.

Silently cursing himself, he tried to slip out of Zhao Jiyu’s embrace, but the slightest movement sent a jolt of pain through a certain tender area.

A gasp almost escaped his lips. Shen Ran buried his face in the pillow, his cheeks burning. The vivid memories of Zhao Jiyu’s relentless ministrations flooded his mind, playing out like a movie reel.