Chapter 4: Climax
The sun was beginning to set over Shanghai, casting an orange and pink glow over the city's skyline. The busy streets were filled with the hum of conversation and the clatter of cutlery as diners sat at open-air restaurants, devouring bowls of noodles and dumplings. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of street food, a mix of sweet and savory scents that made Jing Xiang's stomach rumble.
Jing Xiang and Sungmin were walking hand in hand down Nanjing Road, the most famous shopping street in Shanghai.
They had just finished eating some delicious street food, and Jing Xiang couldn't stop staring at Sungmin's side profile—his fluttery lashes, the way his cheeks puffed when he chewed the street food.
"You know, I never get tired of watching you eat," Jing Xiang said, his voice soft and filled with affection. Sungmin looked up at him, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Why's that?" he asked, his voice warm and inviting. Jing Xiang grinned, his eyes never leaving Sungmin's face. "Because you look so fucking cute when you eat, especially street food. It's like you're savoring every single bite, like it's the best thing you've ever tasted."
Sungmin chuckled, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. "I do love street food.
But I think I love the company even more," Sungmin admitted, his eyes sparkling with genuine affection for Jing Xiang.
Jing Xiang felt a warmth spread through him at Sungmin's words. He felt calm, loved. That strange electric storm in his chest—the one Ricky used to trigger with a single glance or touch—was quiet. He squeezed Sungmin's hand, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I love you too, Sungmin. More than anything."
Sungmin smiled, his pinky rubbing over Jing Xiang's, a small, intimate gesture that sent shivers down Jing Xiang's spine. It was a simple touch, yet it held so much weight, so much promise. It reminded Jing Xiang of their connection, of the love they shared, and it calmed the storm within him.
Jing Xiang gave Sungmin's hand a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing over Sungmin's pinky in response. "I'm glad you're here with me, Sungmin. I don't know what I would do without you," Jing Xiang admitted, his voice soft and filled with emotion.
Sungmin's smile widened, and he leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with love and affection. "You'll never have to find out.
I'm here with you now," Jing Xiang reassured, the warmth in his voice a comforting balm to Sungmin's soul. They had taken a seat at a small rooftop restaurant in Shanghai, overlooking the skyline as the sun began to set, casting golden hues over the city's iconic skyscrapers. The air was filled with the hum of conversation and the clatter of cutlery as diners sat at nearby tables, but Jing Xiang and Sungmin were in their own little world, lost in each other's company.
Jing Xiang could barely process the words Sungmin had spoken—the love in his voice, the promise in his eyes—and it left him feeling both overwhelmed and undeniably happy. So overwhelmed, in fact, that he couldn't find the words to respond. He could only squeeze Sungmin's hand tighter, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.
That night, as they walked back to the hotel, Jing Xiang's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He couldn't stop thinking about what Sungmin had said, about the love they shared, and about the future that lay before them. As they reached the door to their suite, Jing Xiang stopped in his tracks, turning to face Sungmin. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He was too full of emotion, too full of love.
He knew he needed to say something, but the words were locked in his throat, tangled in the tangle of emotions that swirled around him. He stared into Sungmin's eyes, those bright eyes that seemed to see right through him, and he felt a warmth spread through him.
"Sungmin—I—I don't know what to say," he finally managed to choke out, his voice raw with emotion.
Sungmin smiled, a soft, tender smile that made Jing Xiang's heart flutter. "You don't have to say anything, Xiang. I can see it in your eyes, feel it in your touch. I know how you feel," he whispered, his fingers gently brushing through Jing Xiang's hair.
In the plush hotel suite, the atmosphere was breathless—both of them shedding layers like unshed tension.
Sungmin was bolder than usual, straddling Jing Xiang on the edge of the bed, tugging off his shirt with a roughness that sent a jolt of excitement through Jing Xiang's body. Biting down on his collarbone, Sungmin's lips curled into a smirk. "You're mine tonight, hyung," he murmured, voice low and commanding. Jing Xiang's brain blurred with heat and want, his body instantly responding to Sungmin's dominance.
The sudden change in dynamic was a shock to Jing Xiang's system. His body tensed, not from fear but from the thrill of the unexpected. He reached up, grasping Sungmin's hair, pulling him closer, encouraging him.
"Say it again, hyung. Tell me who you want tonight."
Sungmin smirked against Jing Xiang's lips, "You know who I want, hyung. You're the one I've been craving. You're the one I need."
Jing Xiang groaned, his hips arching up to meet Sungmin's grind, "But who do you want to be tonight, Sungmin..ie~? Who do you want me to be?"
Jing Xiang breathed, his voice a low growl, his hands gripping Sungmin's hips tighter. The sudden shift in their relationship dynamic left him both thrilled and hesitant. He wasn't sure if he could live up to Sungmin's expectations, if he could give him what he truly needed. He hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.
Sungmin's eyes gleamed with a mix of desire and challenge. "I want you to be my everything, hyung. My lover, my confidant, my protector. I want you to be the one who makes me feel alive, who sets my soul on fire."
Jing Xiang swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he wanted to give Sungmin all that and more, but the weight of Sungmin's words made him nervous.
Sungmin's hands began to roam over his body, tracing the muscles of his chest, his abdomen, his arms. The touch was gentle, yet firm, exploring every inch of him as if he were a treasure that Sungmin had finally uncovered.
"What if I can't live up to that, Min? What if I let you down?" Jing Xiang whispered, his fingers digging into Sungmin's back. He felt a sudden surge of vulnerability, a fear of disappointing the person he cared about most in the world. Sungmin's hands paused their exploration, his thumbs brushing away the tears that Jing Xiang hadn't realized were falling.
"Hyung, look at me," Sungmin commanded softly, his voice filled with love and understanding. Jing Xiang's eyes fluttered open, meeting Sungmin's gaze.
He felt a shiver run down his spine as Sungmin's hips began to grind against his, their bodies pressed tight against one another. He could feel the heat of Sungmin's body, the hardness of his cock against his own, and it sent a jolt of desire through him. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but when Sungmin's lips brushed against his own, barely apart, he felt his control slip. He moaned, a low, guttural sound that escaped before he could stop it. "Quanrui..."
Sungmin's body stilled, his eyes widening in shock. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Jing Xiang's eyes flew open, horror washing over him as he realized what he had said.
He gazed up at Sungmin, their bodies still intimately entwined, and saw the shock and betrayal reflected in Sungmin's eyes. Time seemed to stand still as the weight of his mistake crashed down on him, the air growing heavy with unspoken words and shattered trust.
Sungmin's eyes widened, his body tensing beneath Jing Xiang. "What did you just call me?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with a depth of pain and anger that Jing Xiang had never heard before. Jing Xiang's heart pounded in his chest, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead as he tried to process what had just happened. He had never meant to say it out loud, to give voice to the memories that haunted him, that threatened to destroy everything he held dear.
Silence. Deafening. Sungmin pulled back like he’d been slapped, his eyes filled with a pain that tore at Jing Xiang's soul. “Who… the hell is Quanrui. Answer me!”
Jing Xiang froze. Regret poured into him like ice, chilling his blood and numbing his mind. The air turned sharp, cold, cruel as the weight of his mistake settled over them. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, a desperate rhythm that echoed the panic surging through his veins.
Sungmin's face was a mask of shock and betrayal, his eyes locked onto Jing Xiang's with an intensity that made him squirm. "Xiang…" he whispered, his voice barely audible, yet laced with a hurt that cut deeper than any blade.
Jing Xiang's heart stopped. Time seemed to slow, each second stretching into an eternity as he struggled to find the words to explain, to make this right. "I can explain, Sungmin," he pleaded, his voice a hoarse whisper. He reached out, his hand trembling as he cupped Sungmin's cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears that stained his lover's face. "I didn't mean to say it. It just…slipped out. I thought I was dreaming, or something. I'm so sorry."
Sungmin flinched at his touch, his eyes filled with a pain so raw it made Jing Xiang's breath hitch. "Sorry?" he repeated, his voice a jagged whisper. "You're sorry? Is that all you have to say, Xiang?
After everything we've been through?" Sungmin's voice cracked, betraying the depth of his hurt. "Tell me, Xiang, do you really love me?" he demanded, his voice shaking with pain and anger. "Or am I just helping you forget him?"
Jingxiang's heart shattered at the raw emotion in Sungmin's voice. He saw the truth reflected in Sungmin's eyes—the doubt, the fear, the love that was slowly turning to hurt. He reached for Sungmin's hand, but Sungmin snatched it away.
"No," he whispered, his voice laced with sorrow. "No, don't touch me."
Jingxiang's heart broke into a thousand pieces. He had never seen Sungmin like this, never heard that edge of despair in his voice.
The room fell silent, the weight of Sungmin's pain hanging heavy in the air, suffocating them both. Jing Xiang's heart ached as he watched Sungmin's eyes well up, the tears spilling over and tracing paths down his cheeks. He wanted to reach out, to wipe them away, to pull Sungmin into his arms and hold him until the storm passed. But Sungmin's words rang in his ears, a harsh reminder of the chasm that had just opened between them. "I can fix this, Min," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I can make this right." Sungmin's laugh was bitter, a harsh sound that grated on Jing Xiang's nerves. "How, Xiang? How can you make this right?" he asked, his voice trembling with unshed tears.
"Sungminie… Aegi… please don't cry," he pleaded, brushing tears off Sungmin's cheeks with trembling fingers. "I never meant to hurt you. I love you, Sungmin. You know I do."
Sungmin's breath hitched, a sob threatening to escape his lips. He looked up at Jing Xiang, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and confusion. "Then why did you say his name?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Why did you call me Quanrui?"
Jing Xiang's heart ached at the sight of Sungmin's tears, at the pain in his voice. He knew he had to tread carefully, to explain himself without making things worse. "It's complicated, Min," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Quanrui...
The name echoed in the silence between them, a ghost from the past that threatened to destroy everything they had built. Sungmin's eyes were wide with disbelief and hurt, his chest heaving as he struggled to process Jing Xiang's slip.
“Ricky…” Jing Xiang admitted, his voice barely audible, eyes downcast. “He was my first love. We slept together. Once. During Boys Planet. Then he ghosted me.” The confession hung heavy in the air, a secret long buried that now clawed its way to the surface.
Sungmin's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and pain. “I hated him… because he left without a word. And it broke something in me,” he whispered, his voice laced with the bitter remnants of old wounds.
“It was my first time… I thought there was something real between us. But he just… left. Without a word. I never meant to hurt you, Sungmin. I never wanted to bring him into our world."
Sungmin's breath hitched, his eyes flashing with a mix of disbelief and pain. "You call me by his name?" he choked out, his voice barely audible. "You think of him when you're with me? Is that why you've been distant, Xiang? Was it always him?"
Jing Xiang shook his head vehemently, desperation clawing at his chest. "No, Min. No, it wasn't like that. I swear. I tried to forget him. I tried to move on.
I did," Jing Xiang insisted, desperation lacing his voice. "But you're right here, Min. Standing right in front of me, looking at me like that." Sungmin scoffed, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and pain. "Looking at you like what, Xiang? Like a man in love with you?" he spat, his voice dripping with bitterness. "Or like a man who's been used as a substitute for someone else?"
A cold dread washed over Jing Xiang as he realized the full extent of the damage he had caused. "It's not like that, Min. I never meant for any of this to happen."
Sungmin's eyes flashed with anger. "What did you mean, then, Xiang? When you called me his name?
Sungmin stared, his eyes wide with disbelief and pain. “So I was just filling the silence he left behind? A placeholder until you could move on?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, yet heavy with anguish.
“No. No, baby, never.” Jing Xiang cupped his cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the tears that spilled down Sungmin’s face. His eyes were filled with desperation and a raw, aching love that threatened to consume him. “You’re the one who stayed. You’re the one who saw me when I was nothing. You’re the one who loved me when I didn’t know how to love myself. I love you.”
Sungmin’s eyes flashed with a mix of pain and disbelief.
"So you’re saying that you loved him, but now you love me? Is that how it works, Xiang?" he asked, his voice raw and filled with aching sorrow. "Is that why you called out his name?"
After a long, painful pause, Sungmin whispered, "Then prove it."
And with shaky breath, Jing Xiang leaned forward—and kissed him like he meant every word. His lips pressed firmly against Sungmin's, a desperate plea for forgiveness, a promise of love. He could taste the saltiness of Sungmin's tears, a bitter reminder of the pain he had caused. But there was also sweetness, a warmth that ignited a fire within him, a fire that had always been there, waiting for this moment.
Sungmin stiffened at first, his body rigid and unyielding.
But as Jing Xiang deepened the kiss, his lips moving softly against Sungmin's, he felt a subtle shift. Sungmin's eyes softened, the ice in his gaze melting away, replaced with a glimmer of hope and longing.
Sungmin's hands, which had initially pushed against Jing Xiang's chest, now tentatively moved to grasp his shoulders, his fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
The sheets crinkled beneath them, still warm from the kiss that turned desperate. Jing Xiang tasted the salt on Sungmin's neck, not just sweat but tears, a bitter reminder of the pain he had caused.
"You have no idea how much I need to feel wanted by you," Sungmin whispered, his voice trembling with desire and vulnerability. The admission hung in the air between them, raw and exposed. Jing Xiang's heart ached at the vulnerability in Sungmin's voice, the desperate longing that echoed his own. He pressed his lips to the tear-streaked skin of Sungmin's neck, his tongue tracing a gentle path that sent shivers down Sungmin's spine.
"I want you, Sungminie," Jing Xiang murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion.
He pressed a kiss to the junction of Sungmin's neck and shoulder, his lips lingering as he whispered, "Then let me show you, Aegi. Let me make you forget the rest of the world."
Sungmin's breath hitched, his body arching into Jing Xiang's touch. He turned his head slightly, his lips brushing against Jing Xiang's ear as he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, "Show me, hyung. Make me forget." The words were a plea, a desperate cry for Jing Xiang to prove his love, to erase the pain and doubt that lingered in his heart.
Jing Xiang's heart ached at the raw emotion in Sungmin's voice, at the trust he was placing in him to make everything right again.
He pressed a soft kiss to Sungmin's collarbone, his lips lingering as he whispered, "I love you, Aegi. I'll make this right."
As he spoke, his lips began to descend, his teeth grazing lightly against Sungmin's skin. Each love bite left a trail of hickeys, a constellation of everything left unsaid, of the love and pain and longing that had built up between them. Sungmin shuddered with each mark, his body arching into Jing Xiang's touch as if seeking out more.
Jing Xiang's hands parted Sungmin's thighs, his palms brushing against the sensitive skin there. He felt Sungmin's muscles tense beneath his touch, heard the soft gasp that escaped his lips.
Jing Xiang hesitated, unsure if he should continue, if he should give Sungmin what he wanted or if it would be too much. But Sungmin's voice, raw with emotion and need, cut through his uncertainty. "Don’t stop. Don’t hold back, hyung. Make it hurt so I know it’s real." Jing Xiang looked up, his eyes meeting Sungmin's gaze, and saw the raw, aching need reflected in his lover's eyes. He saw the trust, the love, the desperation, and he knew that he had to give Sungmin what he needed, no matter how much it hurt them both.
Jing Xiang lingered at Sungmin’s sensitive armpits, licking and sucking until Sungmin was twitching from overstimulation. The act felt sinful—taboo—but they were long past pretending this was anything less than obsession. They had crossed so many lines, shattered so many boundaries, that this final act of devotion felt almost sacred.
The salty tang of Sungmin's skin filled Jing Xiang's senses, his moans echoing in the room as he squirmed beneath Jing Xiang's touch. Each pass of Jing Xiang's tongue left Sungmin gasping, his body arching into the touch as if seeking more, desperate for the intensity only Jing Xiang could provide.
Sungmin's fingers tangled in Jing Xiang's hair, urging him on, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes, like that, hyung. Don't stop," he pleaded, his voice hoarse with want, his body writhing beneath Jing Xiang's touch.
Jing Xiang's mouth moved lower, his tongue circling Sungmin's nipples, drawing out a deep groan from his lover. He could feel Sungmin's heart pounding beneath his lips, could taste the saltiness of his skin, a mix of sweat and tears that drove him wild. He wanted to devour Sungmin, to consume him, to make him feel every ounce of the passion and love that coursed through his veins.
Sungmin’s hips bucked, seeking more of Jing Xiang's touch, his body begging for the release that only Jing Xiang could give him.
Jing Xiang’s mouth moved lower, his tongue tracing a path down Sungmin’s stomach, his hands gripping his lover’s hips to keep him still, to keep him close. Sungmin’s skin was hot beneath his touch, his body writhing and twisting as if desperate to escape the slow, sensual torture that Jing Xiang was inflicting upon him.
His lips brushed against the elastic of Sungmin’s underwear, his breath hot and moist against the sensitive skin. He heard Sungmin’s ragged breathing, felt the tremble that ran through his body as he anticipated the touch that was to come.
“You’re mine,” Jing Xiang growled. His voice was hoarse, strained with control he was barely holding. He felt it slipping, felt the raw, primal need clawing at him, demanding to be sated. He leaned in, his breath hot against Sungmin’s skin, his lips brushing against the sensitive flesh just above his underwear.
Sungmin’s breath hitched, his body arching up into Jing Xiang’s touch. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “I’m yours, Xiang hyung. Only yours.”
The words sent a jolt of pleasure through Jing Xiang, a primal possessiveness that he hadn’t known he was capable of.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Sungmin’s underwear, his eyes never leaving Sungmin’s as he tugged them down, exposing his lover’s most intimate place. The underwear pooled around Sungmin’s thighs, a dark contrast to his pale skin. Jing Xiang’s eyes widened as he took in the sight before him, the raw vulnerability that Sungmin was offering him, trusting him with his body, with his heart.
Sungmin lay beneath him, his eyes locked onto Jing Xiang’s, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as he awaited Jing Xiang’s next move. Jing Xiang’s heart pounded in his chest, a wild drumbeat that drowned out all rational thought. He felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of possession and love that left him dizzy.
He lowered himself, his eyes never leaving Sungmin's as he took the head of his cock into his mouth. Sungmin whimpered beneath him, his voice cracking. "Hyung… it's too much—but not enough." The raw honesty in Sungmin's voice sent a jolt of pleasure through Jing Xiang, driving him on. He worked Sungmin's cock with his mouth, slowly and deeply, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. He felt Sungmin's hips arching off the bed, heard the ragged gasps that escaped his lover's lips as he moaned his name. Jing Xiang's own cock throbbed with need, aching to be touched, to be pleasured. But he held back, wanting to give Sungmin everything he needed, everything he desired.
Saliva and precum dripped between them, creating a slick, wet mess. "Sweet," Jing Xiang mumbled against Sungmin's tip, his voice raw with emotion. "You taste like you were made just for me." His tongue swirled around the tip, coaxing more salty fluid to bead at the slit. He lavished attention on Sungmin's cock, his mouth and tongue working in tandem to drive his lover wild.
Sungmin bucked his hips, a desperate, wordless plea for more. "Fuck, Xiang. Hyung… need you," he gasped, his fingers tangling in Jing Xiang's hair, tugging hard enough to make his scalp sting. The pain only heightened the pleasure, sending a jolt of desire straight to Jing Xiang's groin. He kept his eyes locked onto Sungmin's as he slowly, almost reverently, pushed his lover's thighs apart, exposing the untouched territory that lay between them. He licked his lips, a reflexive action that betrayed his anticipation, before pressing a kiss to the delicate skin just above Sungmin's entrance.
"Has anyone ever done this to you before, Aegi?" Jing Xiang whispered, his voice hoarse with desire and a touch of vulnerability. He wanted to know, wanted to be the first to give Sungmin this, to claim this part of him.
Sungmin shook his head, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "No one… no one but you, hyung."
The words sent a thrill through Jing Xiang, a primal possessiveness that left him dizzy.
With a growl of anticipation, he pressed his tongue into Sungmin's entrance, a slow, deliberate penetration that elicited a sharp gasp from his lover. Sungmin's hands fisted in the sheets, his body tensing at the new sensation, but Jing Xiang held him in place, his hands gripping Sungmin's hips firmly. He knew he was taking a risk, knew he was pushing Sungmin's boundaries, but he also knew that Sungmin trusted him, that he wanted this, wanted him.
Sungmin's breath hitched, his body arching off the bed as Jing Xiang's tongue explored this new territory. "Hyung...wait," he gasped, his voice a mix of pleasure and pain. Jing Xiang hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for Sungmin's next move. But the desperate, jagged edge in Sungmin's voice, the way his body writhed and twisted beneath him, told Jing Xiang everything he needed to know. So he pushed his tongue deeper, listening to Sungmin's sharp gasp, feeling the tense muscles in his lover's thighs as they trembled with the sudden intrusion.
Sungmin's hands flew to Jing Xiang's hair, fingers entwining in the dark locks, pulling him closer, encouraging him to delve even deeper. "Hyung...yes," he whispered, his voice a strangled sound, filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. The duality of his response sent a jolt of arousal through Jing Xiang, his own body responding to the raw, primal need that radiated from Sungmin.
"Don't close your eyes," he whispered, kissing his way down Sungmin's body, his hands trailing over the contours of his lover's muscular frame. "I want you to watch me love every inch of you, Aegi."
His words were a promise, a vow to personally keep every memory etched in Sungmin's mind. Jing Xiang's lubed fingers slid into Sungmin, moving slowly, curling upward to test his stretch. Sungmin let out a low, desperate whine, his hips bucking against the intrusion. "I need more," he panted, his voice thick with longing. "Please, I need you in me, Xiang. All of you." The plea was a raw, visceral cry, an admission of the consuming desire that left Sungmin barely able to breathe.
Jing Xiang's semi-soft cock throbbed with anticipation, its lengthy eight inches coated with generous amounts of lube that glistened under the dim light of their room. His heart pounded in his chest, each thud echoing through his veins as he pressed the flushed tip to Sungmin's entrance. The head of his cock throbbed heavily with need, its upward curve aching to be buried deep within Sungmin's heat.
Sungmin's eyes widened at the initial push, his body tensing with the unfamiliar intrusion. Jing Xiang, sensing the sudden discomfort, paused, his grip on Sungmin's hips tightening reassuringly. "Breathe, Aegi," he whispered, his voice a soothing rumble that vibrated through Sungmin's body. "There's no rush.
We'll go at your pace, Aegi," Jing Xiang murmured, his voice thick with both desire and concern. "Push out a little as I push in." He inhaled deeply, his heart pounding in his chest as he felt the slow give of Sungmin's body.
With an agonizing slowness that tested his control, Jing Xiang pushed his cock into Sungmin, inch by inch, their bodies slick with sweat and lube. Sungmin's eyes widened, his lips parting in a soft, pained gasp as Jing Xiang's thick shaft stretched him, filling him in a way he had never experienced before. Jing Xiang's eyes, which were normally so expressive, were now focused solely on Sungmin, his brows furrowed in concentration as he gradually buried himself deeper.
"You're tight, Aegi," he breathes, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through Sungmin’s body. "But you’ll take me. You always do."
Sungmin grips the sheets, his knuckles white with the effort of holding back the pain. "Hyung, it burns—I can’t…" he gasps, his voice a ragged, desperate plea. Jing Xiang pauses, his body trembling with the effort of holding back, of waiting for Sungmin to adjust. He leans down, his lips brushing against Sungmin’s ear, his voice a tender whisper despite the tension that grips him. "Just a little more, baby.
You're doing so well," Jing Xiang whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Sungmin's body. Inch by inch, he pushed in, each stretch drawing out whimpers and gasps from Sungmin until he was trembling with overstimulation, his body taut as a bowstring. Sungmin's nails dug into Jing Xiang's shoulders, the pain grounding him in the present, keeping him from being swept away by the overwhelming sensations that assaulted his body.
"Still not all in," Jing Xiang warned, his voice guttural and thick with arousal. "You're so fucking tight, it's driving me insane. But you're taking me, Aegi.
Every inch," Jing Xiang whispered, his voice a raw growl as he finally sheathed himself fully within Sungmin. Sungmin blinked back tears, a shudder wracking his body as he adjusted to the intense fullness. “Then make me lose my mind with you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need and desire. “I want to forget everything.” The words were a plea, a desperate cry for Jing Xiang to consume him, to erase the pain and doubt that lingered in his heart. He leaned down, his lips capturing Sungmin's in a fierce, possessive kiss.
Jing Xiang pulled Sungmin into his lap, straddling him as gravity drove his cock deeper inside. Sungmin gasped as he was filled to the hilt, his fingers gripping Jing Xiang's shoulders for support. The sudden fullness sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through him, a raw, intense sensation that left him breathless. He could feel every inch of Jing Xiang, could feel the pulsing heat of him, the way he stretched him, filled him, claimed him. "Xiang," he gasped, his voice a ragged whisper, filled with a mix of pleasure and pain. "You're... so deep." The words were a harsh, desperate plea, a testament to the intensity of the sensations that coursed through him. Their foreheads touched, a tender intimacy amidst the raw, fierce passion that consumed them.
"You feel me now, Aegi? Deep enough to know this is real?" Jing Xiang whispered, his voice a ragged, passionate growl. Sungmin nodded, his eyes locked onto Jing Xiang's, his lip caught between his teeth as another thrust sent him reeling. His inner walls spasmed around Jing Xiang, clinging to his cock as if desperate to keep him there, to never let him go. Jing Xiang's breath hitched at the sensation, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he savored the feeling of Sungmin's body gripping him so tightly. "Yes," he whispered, his voice a low, guttural rumble, "I feel you, Xiang hyung.
Deep enough to know this is real."
Their bodies moved in sync, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room—squelching, lewd, and intimate. Jingxiang's breath was ragged, each exhale a harsh, desperate sound that drove them both closer to the edge. "I want you ruined by me, Aegi. So you never forget." The words were a primal claim, a raw, possessive demand that left no room for doubt.
Sungmin's body trembled with each thrust, his muscles tensing as the pleasure and pain became overwhelming. "Hyung, I've cum too much—I can't hold it anymore," he sobbed, his voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy. His body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming with sensation, every muscle trembling with the force of his release.
Sungmin cried out, his voice a ragged, desperate sound as his body convulsed, his cock pulsing and spilling again, coating their bellies with his release. The orgasm hit him like a freight train, tearing through him with a force that left him gasping for breath, clinging to Jing Xiang as if his very life depended on it.
"Then don't," Jing Xiang panted, his voice a harsh, desperate growl as he felt Sungmin's body clench around him, milking his cock with a tight, intense pressure that sent him spiraling out of control. "Let it all out. I want to see you unravel, Aegi. I want to see you fall apart in my arms."
Sungmin’s body convulsed again, every muscle tensing and releasing in a brutal, ecstatic rhythm.
Jing Xiang was relentless, his hips slamming into Sungmin’s with a ruthless rhythm, his cock brushing against Sungmin’s sweet spot repeatedly. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through Sungmin’s body, a raw, primal sensation that left him gasping and writhing.
"You’re taking it so well, Aegi,” Jing Xiang growled, his voice a harsh, passionate rumble that vibrated through Sungmin’s skin. “You were made for me, weren’t you?” His words were a primal claim, a raw, possessive declaration that left no room for doubt.
Sungmin’s eyes rolled back, his body shaking with each brutal thrust. He was lost in a sea of sensation, drowning in a pleasure that was both exquisite and agonizing.
Sungmin couldn’t answer—only scream as his hole fluttered around Jing Xiang’s cock, his body on fire, muscles taut and quivering. He was red, sweat-drenched, eyes unfocused, every ounce of his being centered on the relentless rhythm that sent him spiraling higher and higher.
Jing Xiang grabbed his waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he whispered against Sungmin’s lips, “I love you. Fuck, I love you so much I want to live inside your body.” His voice was ragged, hoarse with desire and the desperate need to be closer, to be one with Sungmin. He could feel it—the love, the raw, unbridled passion that consumed him, that drove him to claim Sungmin in this primal, intimate way.
And in that moment, as Sungmin's head dropped onto Jing Xiang's shoulder, whispering the words that made his heart ache with longing, he knew that he would do as his lover asked.
"Hyung, fill me," Sungmin murmured, his voice a hoarse, desperate plea. "Mark me inside so I can feel you long after you're gone."
The words sent a jolt of emotion through Jing Xiang, a primal, possessive need that left him breathless. He leaned down, his lips capturing Sungmin's in a fierce, passionate kiss, his tongue thrusting into his lover's mouth as if seeking to claim him, to possess him, to make him his and his alone.
His hands gripped Sungmin's hips tighter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled him closer, driving his cock deeper, harder, faster. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream," he growled, his voice a harsh, desperate sound that sent a shiver of anticipation through Sungmin's body. The words were a raw, primal promise, a declaration of his intent to claim Sungmin, to possess him, to make him his and his alone. He pulled back, his eyes locked onto Sungmin's, his expression fierce and unyielding. "I want to hear you scream my name, Aegi. I want you to scream it so loud that the whole world knows that you belong to me." Jing Xiang, his voice a growling rumble of primal desire, punctuated his final thrusts with a violent release. Each thrust met a thick, warm gush of cum filling Sungmin's eager body until it spilled out in sticky white streams, coating their thighs and dripping onto the sheets beneath them. The sight of his cum marking Sungmin sent a surge of primal possessiveness through him, a claim that could not be denied.
As he pulled out, more of his cum leaked from Sungmin's twitching hole, a sight that sent another wave of desire coursing through him. He trailed his fingers over the mess, his cock still semi-hard as he watched Sungmin's body writhe and shudder with the aftershocks of their passionate encounter. The sight of his handiwork—the redness, the wetness—sent a surge of primal satisfaction through him, a possessiveness that left him breathless. He leaned in, his lips capturing Sungmin's in a fierce, passionate kiss before pulling back, his eyes darkening with a newfound desire. With a swift, firm smack, he spanked Sungmin's reddened ass, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. Sungmin's body tensed, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as he arched into the touch, his eyes widening in surprise. "Hyung?" he questioned, his voice a soft, breathless sound that only served to heighten Jing Xiang's arousal.
"I'm not going anywhere, Aegi," Jing Xiang reassured him, his heart pounding in his chest as he wrapped his arms around Sungmin, holding him close. "I've got you."
The words sent a shiver of pleasure through Sungmin, a sense of security and safety that left him feeling cherished, wanted. He let out a soft, contented sigh, his body relaxing into Jing Xiang's embrace. But as the initial rush of endorphins began to fade, Sungmin's mind began to wander, the reality of their situation sinking in.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting Jing Xiang's gaze with a look of confusion and fear. "What happens now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sungmin's voice trembled, a mix of fear and hope, like a child afraid to ask but desperate to know.
"I won't give up," Jing Xiang promised, stroking Sungmin's hair. "Not until you push me away." His voice was a low rumble, a raw, honest vow that left no room for doubt.
The room was filled with soft breaths and the scent of sex. The moment felt fragile, like a dream they were afraid to wake from. Sungmin's eyes met Jing Xiang's, a whirlwind of emotions swirling in their depths. Love, fear, hope, and a touch of apprehension all warred for dominance, leaving his expression torn and uncertain.
Jing Xiang slipped out of bed, his fingers tracing every mark he had left behind, like a vow etched into flesh. As he wiped Sungmin's body, he caught himself staring, thinking how beautiful vulnerability looked on him. Sungmin lay there, exposed and open, trusting Jing Xiang with every inch of his being. The sight was both awe-inspiring and humbling, a reminder of the depth of their connection and the responsibility it carried.
Jing Xiang's touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he cleaned the cum and sweat from Sungmin's skin. He traced the faint red marks on Sungmin's hips, his fingers lingering on the sensitive spots that had fluttered and clenched around his cock.
"I never want to forget this version of you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Sungmin’s hip. The skin was salty and warm against his lips, the taste reminiscent of their lovemaking. Jing Xiang's heart ached with a mixture of longing and satisfaction, knowing that this intimacy was theirs alone.
After a few moments, Jing Xiang pulled away, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watched Sungmin curl up on the bed, his eyes fluttering closed. Grabbing the clothes he had discarded earlier, he slipped into Sungmin's oversized hoodie and black sweatpants. The clothes were comfortable and familiar, a stark contrast to the form-fitting outfits he usually wore. Ma Jing Xiang walked into the crowded café in Shanghai, his heart still heavy from the night before but determined to make the day peaceful. He wore a simple, unassuming outfit, hoping to blend in, but his mind was restless, replaying Sungmin’s tearful confrontation over and over. "Why did you come back?" Sungmin had asked, his voice a ragged whisper, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and betrayal. The words echoed through Jing Xiang's mind, a haunting refrain that left him feeling both guilty and helpless. He knew he should have told Sungmin the truth, should have warned him that their love was a fragile thing, a delicate balance that could be shattered in an instant. But he hadn’t. He couldn’t. Because Ricky’s name was never meant to be on Sungmin’s lips. The thought was a bitter pill to swallow, and Jing Xiang’s grip tightened on the cold glass of Sungmin’s favorite banana smoothie he had ordered. As he turned to leave the busy café, a sudden jolt sent a shockwave through him and the drink slipped from his hands, shattering onto the floor. He’d bumped into someone, and instinctively, he bent down to pick up a black card that had fallen to the ground.
Time seemed to stand still as he looked up, his eyes meeting the piercing gaze of Ricky. It was as if all the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving them both frozen in a moment that neither wanted but couldn’t escape. “You,” Jing Xiang muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
His heart pounded in his chest as his eyes flicked from Ricky to the small girl in his arms. The resemblance was uncanny, stirring a swirl of memories and confusion deep inside him. The girl’s striking eyes and smile were a mirror image of someone he’d known intimately—someone he still longed for, even after all these years.
Ricky stood there, calm and composed, seemingly unfazed by the sudden turn of events. He gave Jing Xiang a slight nod of acknowledgment, his lips curving into a small, enigmatic smile. “It’s been a while, Jing Xiang,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I’ve been hoping to run into you.”
Jing Xiang’s grip on the shattered glass tightened, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to process the scene in front of him. The woman by Ricky’s side leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “Who is he, Ricky?” Her voice was soft, almost tender, but there was an undercurrent of something more—possessiveness, perhaps, or maybe just curiosity.
Ricky’s eyes darted between the woman and Jing Xiang, his jaw clenched tight as he tried to find the right words. The suddenness of their encounter clearly rattled him, and he stood there, momentarily frozen, his usual charm and composure seemingly lost. The tension in the air was palpable, a thick, heavy silence that hung over the three of them like a shroud.
Jing Xiang felt a pang of jealousy, a grudging admiration, and a wave of resentment all at once.
He watched as the woman stepped forward, her eyes narrowing as she assessed him. The sharp, predatory gaze was all too familiar, echoing the countless times Ricky had scrutinized him on the show. "And who might you be?" she asked, her voice a low purr that held an edge of steel. Her eyes flicked between Jing Xiang and Ricky, her expression a mix of curiosity and wariness.
Ricky's grip on his daughter tightened, a subtle, almost imperceptible shift that betrayed his sudden tension. "Jing Xiang," he said, his voice tight, "meet Maya. Maya, this is..." he paused, his expression turning unreadable, "an old friend." The words hung in the air, a stark contrast to the warmth and familiarity they once held. The atmosphere thickened, the silence pressing down on them like a physical force.
Jing Xiang's mind floods with fragmented memories—the past love, the heartbreak, the unsaid goodbyes. The city around him blurs, the din of Shanghai's bustling streets fading into the background as if muffled by cotton. As Ricky introduces the stunning woman at his side, Jing Xiang's heart pounds in his chest, each beat echoing the word that escapes his lips: "Fuck."
The moment is surreal, as if time has fractured and reality has shattered into a million pieces. He glances from Ricky to Maya and then back to Ricky, his eyes widening as everything clicks into place.
"So, you're the one he couldn't forget," Maya purrs, her eyes locked onto Jing Xiang with an intensity that sends a shiver down his spine. He can see the resemblance now, the same sharp features, the same piercing eyes—it's impossible to miss. The girl in Ricky's arms is his daughter. Ricky's daughter.