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Ye Mu was in agony, curled up in a corner, feeling like a million ants were crawling all over his body, itching unbearably. He gasped for air, unable to think of anything else as he weakly said, “Help me… get inside.”
Chen Mo, being a man, knew exactly what Ye Mu needed. He hesitated for a moment, biting back the urge stirring within him, and went over to help lift Ye Mu’s arm over his shoulder, dragging him inside.
Ye Mu was nearly unconscious from the torment, his body hyper-sensitive, each touch sending waves of shivers through him, making him emit soft, low sounds.
Chen Mo wasn’t in the best shape either. Hearing those sounds made it even harder for him to control himself. His lips were pressed into a tight line, his handsome face tense as he carried Ye Mu into the shower.
Ye Mu, weak and panting, barely managed to prop himself against the smooth white tiles with Chen Mo’s help before turning on the shower.
Water cascaded down, bringing a bit of warmth. In no time, steam filled the room, fogging up the glass.
It was like his whole body was soaking in a tub of red alcohol. His sweat-soaked hair clung to his face, which was now exuding a masculine allure, his half-closed eyes hazy with desire, making him look completely different from his usual cool, abstinent self.
Chen Mo’s heart pounded, his body tightening in response. Panicked at being discovered, he hastily shut the shower door and, within seconds, fled the room as if running for his life.
He felt like he must be out of his mind, to have such intense desire for another man. His blood was boiling, his pulse was racing, and he was on the verge of losing control.
The cold night wind blew in waves, chilling him to the bone, but it did nothing to clear his head.
The scene before him remained vivid; every time he closed his eyes, the image of the man’s handsome face and slender figure reappeared in his mind. The thought of the dampness and how he wanted to ravage him, yet couldn’t, only intensified his frustration.
The sound of water running in the bathroom continued, and just thinking about what the man might be doing in there made him even more restless.
Biting his lip hard, he silently took a pack of cigarettes from the cabinet, pulled one out with his slender fingers, lit it, and took a deep drag.
He actually hated smoking the most and had rarely touched it since quitting five years ago. But now, he couldn’t think of any other way to calm himself down.
He had always despised homosexuals and had mocked this man with various excuses many times. But now, he found himself having the same kind of forbidden thoughts about another man.
The harsh smoke lingered in his lungs before being slowly exhaled, but it didn’t reduce the strange thoughts much. He thought he really had a problem, whether it was because of what happened before or because of today’s incident—it all left him puzzled.
A wave of irritation washed over him.
Chen Mo lowered his eyelashes, his long eyes half-closed from the smoke, as he continued smoking like an addict.
The ashtray quickly filled up, cigarette butts piling up like a small mountain.
In about half an hour, he finished an entire pack, finally suppressing the raging fire within him.
“Squeak.”
A slow creak of the door opening caught his attention. Chen Mo glanced over to see a tall figure walking out, exhausted.
Ye Mu’s fair skin was flushed, his eyes moist, his hair messy, and his white bathrobe hung open, revealing his bare torso with its defined muscles. His long legs were slightly bent, showcasing their firm, slender lines.
After a few steps, he suddenly collapsed as if he couldn’t stand anymore.
Chen Mo hesitated for a moment, but he was quick enough to catch him and hold him in his arms.
Ye Mu frowned deeply, feeling the effects of the drug still coursing through him with a powerful aftereffect. His blood was boiling, seeking an outlet, but without release, it only grew more intense.
Seeing his poor condition, Chen Mo helped him onto the bed, thoughtfully covering him with a blanket to keep him warm.
Ye Mu rested his head on the white sheets, no longer displaying his usual cool and detached demeanor. The drug made him clench his fists, struggling against the intense desire, making him appear somewhat disheveled.
“Are you alright?” Chen Mo asked, his dark eyes fixed on him, his gaze inadvertently revealing some restlessness.
Ye Mu was almost losing the ability to think, cursing under his breath, “What the h*ll do you usually take?”
At his age, he had tried some of those little pills before, but none had been as potent as today’s.
Chen Mo turned his gaze slightly away, avoiding looking at him, and dryly replied, “They’re just ordinary pills. I’m used to them.”
Ye Mu closed his eyes, trying to endure, his tone probing and scrutinizing, “Aren’t you afraid of ruining your kidneys with such intense play every time?”
For the first time, an unusual expression crossed Chen Mo’s young, handsome face. He retorted angrily, “You think I want to? There’s nothing I can do when it doesn’t work.”
He didn’t even know if it was an illness; every time he was with those women, it was like drinking plain water—dull and unsatisfying. He either couldn’t finish or couldn’t get started. If it weren’t absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t carry these strange things around.
Ye Mu didn’t want to talk to him anymore. He buried his face in the sheets, curling up in the corner of the bed, struggling against the overwhelming hormones flooding the room.
Chen Mo felt the heat rising within him, oddly irritated as he handed Ye Mu a glass of cold water before shutting off the lights.
The room was immediately plunged into darkness, making it impossible to see anything, allowing both of them to finally calm down.
Around midnight, Chen Mo tried to clear his mind of those impure thoughts, stiffly lying down on the other side of the bed.
Over the past week or so, they had grown accustomed to sleeping together without disturbing each other, but tonight felt different.
Ye Mu’s mind was muddled in the darkness, feeling as if he was burning alive. The young man’s scent beside him, mixed with the lingering smell of cigarettes, was both strong and full of masculine charm, pulling him closer.
Almost unconsciously, he started moving toward that scent.
Chen Mo felt the touch at his back, as if he had been electrocuted, and he recoiled in fear, pushing Ye Mu away while gritting his teeth to suppress his feelings.
But Ye Mu kept moving forward, succumbing to his inner desires in the darkness.
Chen Mo frowned deeply, unable to accept being so close to another man. He angrily grabbed Ye Mu, trying to push him away.
Ye Mu, weak and unresisting, let him push him around, his white bathrobe falling open completely, revealing his body in the faint light—muscular and lean, with a slender waist and long legs, every part of him inviting admiration.
Chen Mo cursed his excellent eyesight for taking it all in, his straight nose flaring with frustration as he struggled to maintain control. He decided he might as well sleep on the floor.
Ye Mu, like a drowning man, was overly sensitive to touch due to the drug. As soon as Chen Mo pulled away, he instinctively grabbed his sleeve.
“Let go!” Chen Mo’s face darkened, desperately suppressing the unnamed agitation within him, just wanting to escape this borderline situation.
Ye Mu, his mind hazy with fever, didn’t care what he was saying. He followed his instincts and hugged Chen Mo from behind.
Chen Mo fought against it, his handsome face turning red.
Ye Mu, eyes closed and drenched in sweat, had lost all restraint. He clung to Chen Mo, seeking more closeness.
“Are you crazy?” Chen Mo growled, pushing him to the edge of the bed, nearly falling off.
Ye Mu grabbed him tightly, mumbling incoherently, “Don’t… don’t go.”
His voice was low and magnetic, and in his desire-fueled state, those words sounded like a plea, almost a whimper.
Chen Mo’s scalp tingled, and he flipped over in anger, about to say something when Ye Mu suddenly kissed him.
Ye Mu’s eyes were half-closed, filled with desire, as he kissed Chen Mo and clung to him, his face completely lost in the moment.
“Get away from me, you d*mn pervert!” Chen Mo turned his head to avoid the kiss, still resisting, but he didn’t push Ye Mu away again.
Ye Mu, unconcerned, continued to touch him through his clothes, his lips lingering on Chen Mo’s, and after a long while, he softly murmured, “Chen Mo…”
Just two simple words, but the way he said them, laced with desire and affection, made Chen Mo’s heart race.
The scenes he had tried so hard to forget came flooding back, like dry tinder igniting a fire, consuming his last shred of reason.
Chen Mo paused, his mind momentarily blank, his breathing becoming rapid. The long-suppressed hormones within him suddenly erupted completely.
After a few minutes, as if possessed, he uncontrollably reached out and embraced the man beside him.
Slowly, with a sense of ambiguity, he began to caress him as if under a spell…
