Andre sat calmly, his eyes never leaving Yichen. He could see the change almost instantly. The wine was strong, and Yichen's body was already showing it — a faint flush across his cheekbones, a restless shift in his chair, his chest rising heavier with each breath. Andre's lips curved into a faint smile. He didn't use the pill again. Not because he wasn't able to, but because he didn't want to. He wanted to claim and break this man with his consciousness intact. To make him know he was aware but couldn't do anything about it.
Then he remembers that Yichen has low tolerance for alcohol. Perfect his ordered a very strong one.
"So quick," he murmured to himself. "Even a man like you isn't immune."
Yichen leaned back in the chair, fingers pressing at his temple. His shirt clung tighter than before, and when he glanced at Andre, his eyes weren't sharp like usual. They were hazy, burning, confused — but still aware.
Andre stood, taking his time, each step measured. He stopped by Yichen's side, bending close enough for their shoulders to brush. He lowered his head, his voice calm and mocking.
"Hot, isn't it? Your throat must be dry. Your body restless."
Yichen exhaled roughly and shifted as if to push him away, but Andre caught his wrist mid-air and forced it back down to the armrest. Their eyes met, Andre's darker than ever.
"You drank it all," Andre whispered, his mouth so close that Yichen could feel the heat of each word. "Don't tell me you regret it now."
Yichen's lips parted, maybe to speak, maybe to curse, but what came out was only a heavy breath. Andre tilted his head, amused. "Look at you. The great Zhen Yichen, flushed like this, sweating, panting… just from a few sips. Tell me—" his hand brushed over Yichen's chest, fingers pressing against the hard outline beneath the damp shirt, "—is it the wine, or is it me?"
Yichen shuddered. His hand twitched against Andre's grip but didn't pull away this time.
Andre leaned lower, his mouth brushing the shell of Yichen's ear. "I'll take that silence as your answer."
Without hesitation, Andre's fingers slipped between the buttons of Yichen's shirt, pulling them apart one by one. The damp fabric clung stubbornly, and when he finally spread it open, Yichen's chest was revealed — flushed bronze skin, sheen of sweat, muscles tense. Andre's eyes burned at the sight.
"You really shouldn't tempt me like this," Andre said, voice rougher now. He bent down, his lips brushing against Yichen's collarbone before trailing lower, tongue tracing the curve of muscle.
Yichen's head tipped back against the chair, his breath catching. "Andre…" he hissed, voice unsteady, but he didn't push him away.
Andre smirked against his skin. "So you could still know my name. Say it again."
When Yichen didn't answer, Andre's teeth grazed his nipple, biting just enough to make the man jolt. A low moan slipped out of Yichen before he could stop it. Andre's chest tightened at the sound, hunger spreading like wildfire.
"Beautiful," Andre muttered, sucking hard until the peak hardened against his tongue. Yichen's hand, the one Andre hadn't pinned, moved to clutch at the armrest, knuckles white.
"Stop… we shouldn't—" Yichen tried, but his words dissolved into another gasp as Andre's hand slid down his abdomen, cupping the bulge straining against his trousers.
Andre chuckled darkly. "Shouldn't? Then why are you already this hard?" He pressed his palm harder, feeling the thick length beneath. "Tell me, Yichen. Is it the wine… or is it me?"
Yichen was shocked it's must be the wine.
Yichen groaned, hips jerking despite himself. The sound sent a thrill through Andre.
"That's what I thought."
With a swift movement, Andre pushed Yichen back fully into the chair, his own knee sliding between Yichen's legs. He pressed against the hardness there, grinding slowly. Yichen's head fell back again, a guttural sound tearing from his throat.
"Fuck…" Yichen muttered, voice low, broken.
Andre's grin widened. He leaned in, capturing Yichen's lips in a rough kiss. For a moment Yichen resisted, but the wine had stripped his control, and soon his mouth opened under Andre's, tongues tangling, messy and hot. The taste of wine lingered between them, sharp and intoxicating.
Andre pulled back only to whisper against his lips, "You taste like sin."
He didn't give Yichen time to reply. In one smooth motion, he tugged the man's shirt completely off and shoved it aside. His hands roamed over bare skin, gripping, kneading, claiming.
Yichen tried to speak again, but it came out as another groan when Andre's fingers flicked his nipple once more before sliding lower, undoing the button of his trousers. The zipper came down with a sharp sound, and Andre's hand slipped inside, closing firmly around Yichen's thick, burning length.
Yichen cursed, hips bucking into the touch.
Andre's eyes darkened further, his breath uneven. "So hot. So hard. This is all for me, isn't it?"
"Damn you…" Yichen rasped, but the way his body shuddered betrayed him.
Andre stroked slowly at first, deliberately torturous, his thumb smearing the wetness already leaking from the tip. "Look at you. You say no, but your body begs yes."
Yichen's head rolled to the side, sweat dripping down his temple, his breath ragged. "Andre… stop… before it's too late."
"Too late?" Andre leaned down, lips ghosting over Yichen's jaw, his strokes tightening, faster. "It's already too late. You're mine."
The room filled with the sound of rough breathing, the wet slide of Andre's hand, and Yichen's reluctant, broken moans. Each sound drove Andre madder, each jerk of Yichen's hips feeding his obsession.
"You're close," Andre whispered, licking along Yichen's throat, tasting salt and heat. "Don't hold back. I want to see you come undone for me."
Yichen's fingers dug into the chair, his whole body tense, fighting and yielding all at once. "I—ahh—fuck—" His voice cracked as his climax hit, spilling hot into Andre's hand, his body arching, trembling with release.
Andre watched him with burning eyes, mesmerized by the sight. He lifted his hand, sticky with Yichen's release, and slowly licked his fingers clean while staring straight at him.
"You taste better than wine," Andre said, voice low, dangerous.
Yichen's chest heaved, his face flushed, his eyes glazed but not empty. He glared weakly at Andre, but the effect was ruined by the way his body still twitched with aftershocks.
Andre leaned in, pressing their foreheads together. "This is just the beginning. Tonight, I'll break every wall you've built."
Yichen swallowed hard, his voice hoarse. "…stop this …it isn't right…"
Andre smirked, lips brushing his once more. "Say whatever you want. But your body doesn't lie."
"Round two," Andre whispered, eyes gleaming.