Yang Zi was still beneath Shi Wang, their bodies tangled in a way that felt both accidental and utterly right.
Something had drawn them together, a silent pull, maybe just the passing years without human touch, but for Shi Wang, the emotions were as deep and true as the legendary love of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.
[Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are the protagonists of Chinese folktale 'Liang Zhu', the story often compared with 'Romeo and Juliet']
Even in this close embrace, Shi Wang held back. He knew that if he pushed further, it might hurt Yang Zi, not physically, but emotionally. He couldn't betray the pure feelings he held for Yang Zi, the kind of love that asked for nothing in return, only to cherish.
But then, Yang Zi's voice, a soft whisper against his chest, broke through Shi Wang's careful control. "I want more," he said, his words barely audible but echoing loudly in Shi Wang's mind.
Those three words shattered every wall of resistance Shi Wang had painstakingly built over the years. A wave of raw desire, hot and dizzying, washed over him, making him feel lightheaded, almost unconscious.
He wanted nothing more than to give Yang Zi everything he desired, to fulfill every unspoken need. He had hesitated, chained by his own fears and a lifetime of pretending, but now, he thought, this was the perfect moment to truly open himself to Yang Zi. He wanted Yang Zi to see him, to read him like an open book.
He pushed himself up slightly, supporting his weight with his hands on either side of Yang Zi's head. Yang Zi remained beneath him, waiting, his eyes wide and expectant. Shi Wang's breath hitched in his throat, his heart hammering against his ribs.
"Yang Zi..." Shi Wang gazed directly into Yang Zi's eyes, his voice soft,and almost fragile. "...would you regret this in the morning?" He asked, his voice laced with unspoken concern, seeking not just an answer, but a true consent from Yang Zi's heart.
Yang Zi's eyes glistened with raw, and exposed emotions. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Shi Wang... You like me, don't you?"
The question hit Shi Wang like a physical blow, his heart skipping a beat. His throat felt suddenly dry, like a desert. His mind, which had been a storm of conflicting thoughts just moments before, now turned into a blank page. He didn't know what to say, what to do.
Should I confess it? Or should I hide my feelings again? The questions spun through his mind, which was a frantic internal debate.
"Yang Zi..." he began, wanting to answer, to say anything, as he saw the expectant look in Yang Zi's eyes.
"Shi Wang, I heard you today..." Yang Zi's voice cut through Shi Wang's swirling thoughts. He continued, his gaze unwavering, "...I heard everything when you said to me that you like me."
Shi Wang's eyes widened with disbelief, a flush creeping up his neck. "Yang Zi... I'm s-sorry."
"Sorry? Sorry for what, Shi Wang?" Yang Zi asked, a hint of confusion in his tone.
"For... for having feelings for you. I... I am sorry," Shi Wang stammered, feeling foolish and exposed.
Yang Zi reached up, cupping Shi Wang's face gently. "Shi Wang... did you really think I would hate you when I found out your true feelings?"
Shi Wang nodded slowly, his gaze falling away.
With a gentle push, Yang Zi sat up, and Shi Wang instinctively released him, sitting up as well. They now sat facing each other on the floor, their knees almost touching.
Yang Zi took Shi Wang's hand, holding it firmly. "Earlier, I used to wonder why you were always so nice to me. I even thought about distancing myself from you... We're not a good choice for each other, are we? What would people think, Shi Wang? The idol of every industrialist, in a relationship with a man? Do you really think it's right for you?"
Shi Wang looked at Yang Zi's face, now serious and full of worry. He squeezed Yang Zi's hand. "What about you? I want to know your feelings. Do you feel anything for me? Just tell me!"
"Will you be able to accept me in public?" Yang Zi tightened his grip on Shi Wang's hand, his heart skipping with a nervous beat.
Hearing this, Shi Wang didn't even think. He stood up abruptly, pulling his hand from Yang Zi's grip.
Yang Zi sat there, dumbfounded, a strange, creeping feeling tightening his chest. "Did... did he just leave me alone?" he mumbled to himself, watching as Shi Wang walked out of the living room.
His eyes never left Shi Wang, a knot of disappointment forming in his stomach.
But then, almost immediately, Shi Wang reappeared. He was holding his phone and walked back towards Yang Zi with a confident stride, an enigmatic grin playing on his lips.
He squatted down in front of Yang Zi and opened his phone's camera. Yang Zi watched him with a puzzled expression on his face.
With a swift move, Shi Wang put an arm around Yang Zi's shoulder, pulled him close, and kissed his cheek. Without a second's hesitation, he clicked the selfie button.
"Shi Wang, what are you doing?!" Yang Zi exclaimed, pulling himself away from Shi Wang.
"I'm uploading this," Shi Wang said, his grin widening mischievously. "Letting the world know that I'm in love."
"WHAT?!" Yang Zi cried out, horrified. "No... no... no, Shi Wang, you can't do this!" He lunged, trying to snatch Shi Wang's phone.
"I can do this, Yang Zi," Shi Wang sneered playfully, holding the phone out of reach.
"No way, you can't!" Yang Zi insisted, scrambling, using all his might to grab the phone, but Shi Wang was stronger, holding him firm.
In truth, Yang Zi had no problem liking a man; his problem was that the man he liked was Shi Wang. If Shi Wang posted about them, Yang Zi was sure he'd be on the front page of every newspaper the next day. Everyone would gossip about them, and he simply couldn't face that.
He used the last ounce of his energy, but still couldn't reach Shi Wang's phone. Then, he changed his target: Shi Wang's lips.
He firmly held Shi Wang's chin, turning his face towards himself. Their eyes met again, which was fiery and intense, and then Yang Zi attacked. He besieged Shi Wang's lips, his hands grabbing the back of Shi Wang's head, his fingers running through his hair.
The phone in Shi Wang's hand slipped down to the floor, forgotten. Shi Wang responded instantly, cupping Yang Zi's face and deepening the kiss. They devoured each other, stealing every breath, their hearts beating in a wild, synchronous rhythm. Shi Wang's fingers traced the sensitive curve of Yang Zi's neck, mapping a route that felt both new and forgotten.
A sudden surge of heat ignited between them, with a desperate energy. A soft moan escaped Yang Zi's mouth, and Shi Wang immediately increased the intensity of the kiss, moving his tongue inside, sucking on Yang Zi's tongue with a fierce hunger.
It was overwhelming for Yang Zi. He tried to push Shi Wang away, continuously tapping on Shi Wang's shoulder. Finally, with a surge of strength, he managed to pull himself free.
Yang Zi was panting heavily, gasping for air, his lips shining. He wiped away the saliva with the back of his hand, trying to catch his breath.
"This is enough, Shi Wang," he murmured, with hoarse voice. "Look at the time, we should sleep now."
Shi Wang simply grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and moved forward. With an easy, effortless motion, he scooped Yang Zi up into his arms, in a bridal style.
"Then, let's go to the bedroom!" Shi Wang declared, already walking towards the hallway.
The sudden action left Yang Zi utterly shocked. He didn't know how to react as he was carried like a baby.
In that moment, he remembered his dignity... his dignity as a man. He couldn't be manhandled like this!
"Shi Wang, leave... me! You can't do this!" he protested, pushing against Shi Wang's chest.
But he was in the arms of the strong and powerful Shi Wang. How could he possibly escape?
In a single and swift motion, Yang Zi found himself airborne, only to land with a jolt on Shi Wang's expansive big bed.
Before he could even register the impact, Shi Wang's entire weight was upon him, which pressed him deep into the mattress.
Yang Zi struggled beneath him, a muffled cry escaped his lips. "What's wrong with you, Shi Wang?" he demanded, his hands frantically pushing against Shi Wang's head, then his shoulders, then his chest, his desperate attempt to create space.
"Hmm? Didn't you just suggest we should... sleep?" Shi Wang's voice was a low rumble against Yang Zi's ear, which was laced with a playful hint.
"I am preparing for sleep, sweetheart."
With a mischievous grin, Shi Wang reached for the thick duvet, yanking it up to cocoon both of their bodies within its warmth, making their close proximity even more undeniable.
Nestled in the sudden intimacy of the covers, Shi Wang leaned in closer, his lips brushing Yang Zi's ear. "Didn't you want more, Yang Zi?" he murmured, his voice soft.
He trailed a slow, deliberate lick along the sensitive crook of Yang Zi's neck, inhaling deeply. The scent of Yang Zi—a fresh, intoxicating lavender—was almost overwhelming, making it increasingly difficult for Shi Wang to resist the urge to devour him whole.
"Yang Zi," he whispered, his eyes, despite their previous intensity, now held a surprisingly innocent glint.
"Have you ever... had sex with anyone?"
Yang Zi's eyes widened, startled by the sudden, deeply personal question. He averted his gaze, a flush creeping up his neck.
The thought of admitting he was still a virgin, especially to Shi Wang, filled him with an unexpected wave of embarrassment. He felt heat prickling his ears, suddenly self-conscious.
But Yang Zi seemed to forget, if only for a moment, that he was with Shi Wang, a man rumored to be a master of seduction. A knowing smirk played on Shi Wang's lips as he reached out, firmly yet gently tilting Yang Zi's chin to make him meet his gaze.
"So, you're a virgin, huh?" Shi Wang's voice held a teasing, almost mocking undertone that immediately ignited a spark of fury in Yang Zi. Without thinking, he lashed out, connecting a sharp kick with Shi Wang's calf.
"Ouch!" Shi Wang cried out, he exaggerated his reaction as he melodramatically flopped back down, and his full weight pressed Yang Zi further into the mattress.
"What's so wrong with being a virgin, huh?!" Yang Zi retorted, his cheeks burning with indignation. "It's not like it's a crime!"
Shi Wang merely scoffed. His hand, which had been resting innocently on Yang Zi's hip, suddenly drifted lower, seeking out a particularly sensitive region.
Yang Zi gasped as Shi Wang's fingers made contact through the fabric of his pants. "Want to feel the pleasure of sex?" Shi Wang whispered, his breath hot against Yang Zi's ear, he said in husky voice.
Yang Zi's breath hitched, as a silent battle raging within him. His hand instinctively shot out to stop Shi Wang, but a conflicting desire held him back. A part of him, a deeply curious part, wanted to feel it, to experience whatever Shi Wang was offering. He was desperate for experience, for knowledge of pleasure, yet terrified of the vulnerability that came with it.
But how could he possibly voice such a want, such a raw yearning, to Shi Wang? How could he simply surrender, and allow Shi Wang to do whatever he pleased? He swallowed hard, the unspoken words thick in his throat, and he remained utterly silent.
Shi Wang, with his undeniably perceptive gaze, seemed to understand the silent battle raging within Yang Zi, his unspoken desires that warred with his modesty.
He tightened his grip ever so slightly on Yang Zi's sensitive spot. Yang Zi's breath caught, his heart skipped a beat, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped his lips.
That single sound was all the encouragement Shi Wang needed. With a swift motion, he yanked Yang Zi's t-shirt up, then peeled it over his head, casting it aside.
"Ahh... please stop, Shi Wang," Yang Zi pleaded.
"I'm losing my control, Yang Zi," Shi Wang growled, his eyes dark with unbridled lust, his gaze sweeping over Yang Zi's exposed chest.
"No... no... we can't... we can't do this," Yang Zi stammered, his words barely coherent, and his heart was pounding.
"Why can't we do this?" Shi Wang pressed, as his voice was seducing Yang Zi."Don't you want this, Yang Zi? Be honest with me."
Yang Zi remained stubbornly silent, his gaze fixed on some point beyond Shi Wang's shoulder, unable to meet his intense stare. His silence, to Shi Wang, was a tacit admission, a silent surrender that spoke volumes.
With a swift, practiced motion, Shi Wang stripped off his own t-shirt, then followed with his pants, tossing them carelessly to the floor, revealing his taut, and muscular physique.
"This is wrong, Shi Wang," Yang Zi whispered, his last vestige of resistance clinging to him like a thin shroud. He knew it was futile, but he had to say it, if only for his own conscience.
"What's wrong with it, Yang Zi?" Shi Wang countered, his voice softened, attempting to coax him further. "We like each other, don't we? Isn't that enough?"
"Uhh... I... I'm just wondering..." Yang Zi stammered, his eyes darting frantically. "Who... who's the top and who's the bottom?"
He somehow found the audacity to ask such a ridiculous question to Shi Wang, even in his current subdued and vulnerable state, the words tumbling out before he could truly think about them.
Shi Wang let out an amused scoff. "A stupid question at a time like this, Yang Zi?" he chuckled, brushing a stray strand of hair from Yang Zi's forehead. "Can't you see who's on top of you right now?" he asked, with a playful glint in his eyes.
"I... I can't take it in," Yang Zi confessed, the words muffled, a genuine refusal that wasn't born of shyness, but of genuine apprehension.
"Just let me give it to you," Shi Wang promised, his voice low and utterly confident. "I'm fucking sure you'll definitely love it."
He stroked Yang Zi's hair, his touch was a silent reassuranc.
"Still no," Yang Zi insisted, his voice barely a whisper, yet it rang clear in Shi Wang's ears.
Then, Shi Wang realized, there was only one way left to convince him. The only way to truly break through Yang Zi's resistance and ignite his desires was to give him a taste—a tantalizing glimpse of heaven, a pleasure so profound it would leave him begging for more.
Shi Wang, a man with countless partners in his past, knew exactly how to turn anyone on. It was a game of touch, a symphony played with just his hands and fingers.
Now, the real game began.