Chapter 55 – A Night That Burned
"On the bed," Andre ordered. His voice carried no sharpness, but something in the low calmness made the words sound unshakable, heavy, like chains falling around Yichen's body. His eyes burned, dark and wild, holding Yichen in place as though resistance itself had been cut off from him.
Yichen didn't move at first. He sat rigid in the chair, his breathing rough, his face still flushed from the wine and the heat that had already been building between them. His gaze locked onto Andre's, unyielding, a glare that screamed defiance even as his chest rose and fell too quickly, betraying him.
Andre bent, slow but unrelenting, one hand gripping Yichen's chin, forcing him to tilt his head back. The touch was rough, a reminder of control, yet careful enough not to bruise. Their faces were so close that Andre could feel the faint tremble of Yichen's breath against his lips.
"Don't make me drag you, Yichen," Andre murmured, eyes gleaming with obsession. "You'll go anyway."
Their stares clashed in the silence — one daring, the other devouring. Yichen's pride roared inside him, fighting against the invisible pull, but at last he exhaled, a sharp sound of frustration tearing from his throat. He rose slowly, as if every step was an insult to himself, his tall body swaying with a mix of wine and suppressed fury.
Andre's chest tightened at the sight — Yichen, proud even in reluctant surrender, his movements heavy but graceful, like a king forced to bow. He followed close behind, hunger coiling tighter and tighter in his stomach as his prey walked straight into the lion's den.
The bed loomed behind them, the sheets smooth and untouched, waiting like an accomplice. Yichen sat on the edge first, his thighs spread slightly apart, his hands gripping the mattress as though it was the only anchor left to hold onto. His face lifted toward Andre, cheeks flushed a dangerous red, lips parted, eyes sharp and dark.
"Satisfied now?" he asked, his voice low but tight, a question meant to cut.
Andre's lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. "Not even close."
He stepped forward, pushing Yichen back until his broad frame sank into the mattress, lying flat against the sheets. Yichen's chest rose and fell sharply, the sweat on his skin catching the dim hotel light, making him look both untouchable and vulnerable at once.
Andre climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips with deliberate weight, pressing down until their bodies met. The friction of hard lengths brushing together made both of them groan — one in reluctant surrender, the other in hungry satisfaction.
Andre leaned down, lips finding Yichen's again. This kiss was slower, deeper than before, his tongue teasing, his teeth nipping, drawing out every suppressed sound. Yichen tried to resist, turning his face aside once, but Andre's hand caught his jaw, pulling him back, forcing their mouths to lock until Yichen finally gave in, his lips parting, his tongue meeting Andre's in a clash that burned with fury and hunger alike.
"Good," Andre whispered against the swollen lips when he finally pulled back, their breaths mingling. "Don't fight me. Burn with me."
He slid lower, his lips tracing down Yichen's throat, biting at the sensitive skin there until dark marks bloomed. His hands moved to Yichen's thighs, pushing them open wider, spreading him fully on the bed. His fingers grazed along the inner skin, feather-light touches that sent shivers through Yichen's body despite his obvious attempt to stay still.
Andre chuckled softly, his eyes dark and full of fire. "You hate how much you want this, don't you?"
Yichen turned his head, refusing to look at him, but his body betrayed him — the trembling thighs, the quickening breath, the faint heat pressing up against Andre's stomach.
"Answer me," Andre demanded, his hand sliding lower, pressing firmly against Yichen's entrance over the thin layer of sweat-damp skin.
A strangled breath escaped Yichen, his hands curling into fists against the sheets. But he stayed silent.
Andre smirked, then spat into his palm, slicking his fingers with slow deliberation, making sure Yichen saw every movement. He leaned down, kissing him roughly again, swallowing whatever curse or protest might have formed. At the same time, his hand slipped between Yichen's thighs, pressing more firmly now, circling, teasing, making the muscles twitch and tighten in resistance.
Yichen's back arched involuntarily, his chest heaving. "Andre—"
"Shh," Andre whispered against his lips, voice thick with obsession. "It'll hurt first. Then you'll crave it."
He pressed a single slick finger against the tight ring of muscle, pushing slowly, deliberately. Yichen's entire body tensed, his teeth gritting, a low groan breaking free from his throat. His pride wanted silence, but the sound was impossible to hold back.
Andre kissed him again, deep, muffling the groan, his free hand holding Yichen's chin firm so he couldn't escape. The finger slid deeper, twisting inside, stretching him bit by bit. Andre's eyes closed briefly, savoring the way the tightness gripped him, the way Yichen's body fought even as it yielded.
"Relax," Andre murmured, voice husky, biting at Yichen's jaw. "The more you fight, the more it'll tear."
Yichen's nails dug into the sheets, his body shaking. His breaths came short, pained, but his hips betrayed him again, shifting slightly upward, desperate and angry all at once.
Andre grinned against his skin, adding a second finger. The stretch was sharp, almost brutal, making Yichen groan louder this time, his head snapping back against the pillow, his throat bared. Andre's lips immediately claimed that vulnerable skin, kissing, biting, marking him as his fingers twisted, scissored, forcing him to loosen.
"Look at you," Andre whispered against his throat, his fingers moving deeper, pressing against the sensitive spot inside that made Yichen jolt. "Your body can't lie. You want me. You're already opening for me."
"Shut up," Yichen rasped, voice hoarse, but his eyes fluttered closed when Andre brushed that spot again, another groan slipping out unwillingly.
Andre's grin widened. He pushed a third finger in, the stretch brutal, but necessary. Yichen's entire body arched off the bed, his groan loud, raw, breaking through the silence. Andre stroked him inside, slow but deliberate, loosening, stretching, preparing, until Yichen's trembling eased slightly and his thighs stopped trying to close.
When Andre finally pulled his fingers out, they glistened wet under the dim light. He stroked himself slowly, slicking his length with the same wetness, his eyes never leaving Yichen's face.
"You're ready," he murmured, voice low and hungry. "Now take me."
Yichen's eyes snapped open, wide, his pride flashing one last desperate protest. "Andre—"
But Andre kissed him again, swallowing the sound, positioning himself at the tight, stretched entrance. His hips pressed forward, slow but relentless, the head pushing past resistance, stretching him wider than before. Yichen's jaw clenched, a loud groan torn from his throat, half pain, half something darker.
Andre's breath came ragged as the heat gripped him tight, suffocating. "Fuck," he muttered, his head dropping to Yichen's shoulder as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside. Sweat dripped down his temples, his chest heaving.
"You're so tight… I could lose my mind," he groaned, his voice low and broken with lust.
Yichen's fists clenched the sheets, his teeth biting into his lip hard enough to draw blood, his whole body straining beneath Andre's weight.
Andre stayed still for a moment, letting him adjust, his lips pressing against Yichen's damp forehead, a rare, fleeting tenderness slipping through. But then his hips moved, slow at first, pulling back before thrusting in again.
The bed creaked with the rhythm, the sound of skin against skin filling the heated room. Yichen's voice broke into groans and curses, his pride crumbling with each sharp thrust that sent sparks through his body.
Andre's eyes darkened further, watching every expression, every tremble, every sound. His voice was rough when he spoke: "That's it. Take me. Let me break you."
He moved faster, harder, his thrusts deep and relentless, the mattress shaking under them. Yichen's back arched, his moans growing louder despite himself, every sound more desperate, more raw.
"Louder," Andre demanded, his thrusts slamming deeper, hitting that spot that made Yichen cry out. "Let everyone know who's inside you."
Yichen's voice cracked, a hoarse groan tearing from his throat, Andre's name slipping past his lips unwillingly. The sound made Andre's chest tighten, his lust spiral higher.
He reached between them, gripping Yichen's cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. His voice was a dark growl. "Come for me, Yichen. Come with me inside you."
Yichen's body tensed, his groan breaking into a raw, uncontrollable cry as he spilled across their stomachs, hot and thick, his whole frame shaking. The sight, the sound, the heat of him breaking was enough to drag Andre over the edge too. He thrust deep one last time, releasing inside him, his whole body shuddering as the world blurred around him.
For a long moment, only their ragged breaths filled the air.
Andre didn't pull out. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Yichen's damp forehead, his lips lingering there. "This is only the first round," he whispered, voice dark with promise. "The night is long."
Yichen groaned, his eyes half-shut, his body trembling beneath him. But even in exhaustion, his lips moved, whispering a single broken word: "Madman…"
Andre smirked coldly, his mouth pressing against Yichen's again, swallowing the word with another kiss. "You made me ."
Then, with a slow roll of his hips, he hardened again inside him. His grin was sharp, dangerous. "Now, let's see how many times I can ruin you before morning."