Awkward Chapter 54

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Chen Mo paused, his mind momentarily blank, his breathing quickened, and 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 and as if under a spell, he began to caress.

The skin under his hand was fair and supple, with a searing heat that inexplicably made it difficult to breathe and caused his heart to race.

Ye Mu, his senses heightened by the effects of the drug, became even more heated as he felt the sensual touches from the other. He let out an uncontrollable moan, the hoarse sound causing Chen Mo’s body to tense with arousal.

Chen Mo had never had sex with a man before. Following his instincts, he kept touching Ye Mu’s body, from his firm yet supple muscles to his slender waist, all the way to the inside of his long legs.

A thrilling, shivering sensation caused all the blood in his body to rush to his lower abdomen.

Ye Mu was burning up all over, his eyes fixed on the young and handsome man before him, who carried the unique male charm of tobacco—a scent that was intoxicating like a drug.

Almost uncontrollably, Ye Mu lifted his head and pressed his lips to Chen Mo’s, gently nibbling and licking at them. Chen Mo’s breathing grew hot. After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly grabbed Ye Mu by the waist and lowered his head to kiss him, his hands boldly slipping under Ye Mu’s bathrobe to sensually stroke his smooth and supple back.

Only when he let go did he realize this was what he had always wanted to do.

This was different from making love with women in the past. Without the need for drugs, just a simple touch brought him a pleasure akin to orgasm, making it impossible to stop.

Ye Mu arched his neck, his head filled with chaotic thoughts as he let out a low, aroused murmur, his consciousness growing increasingly fuzzy.

Chen Mo licked his lips, his wet tongue dominantly yet tenderly lingering along the contours of Ye Mu’s jaw, before capturing his Adam’s apple and sensually licking it.

Ye Mu, overwhelmed by heat, pressed closer to Chen Mo, their aroused bodies growing even tighter against each other through their clothing.

Driven by desire, Ye Mu reached out and unzipped Chen Mo’s pants, pulling out the hot, hard length inside and rubbing it against his own, the overwhelming sensation driving him to madness.

Chen Mo let out a muffled groan, his fair and handsome face filled with desire as he lowered his head to kiss Ye Mu. His moist tongue eagerly explored every corner of Ye Mu’s mouth, while his slender fingers instinctively reached down to knead the man’s hips. Ye Mu’s long, dark lashes trembled slightly, his entire being drowning in a sensation as intoxicating as being soaked in a vat of red wine. He tilted his head back, moaning softly. His mind told him this wasn’t right, but his body compelled him to seek more from the other person.

Chen Mo licked his earlobe, leaving marks on his neck and collarbone, and finally wrapped his arms around him from behind, pressing him down beneath him.

Ye Mu suddenly froze, the position familiar to him. As he realized what the other intended to do, he began to pant heavily, stammering, “What… what are you trying to do?”

Chen Mo had already broken past his own limits, fully embracing the fact that he was making love to a man. His narrow eyes half-closed, his profile exuding unrestrained lust. He domineeringly licked Ye Mu’s lips, his voice deep and magnetic as he replied, “I’m going to f*ck you.”

His words were filled with an overwhelming intensity as he pried open Ye Mu’s soft hips, attempting to insert his long, pale fingers inside.

“Let go, let me go,” Ye Mu’s eyes were misty, his face flushed, the strands of hair on his forehead hanging disheveled. His gaze was hazy as he tried to escape Chen Mo’s hold, but his body was weak.

Chen Mo wasn’t about to let him go. He entwined his tongue with Ye Mu’s in a teasing, erotic kiss, increasing the number of fingers from one to two, slowly stretching him.

A man’s inner walls were different from a woman’s—tight and searing hot. Even with just a little bit inside, it clenched forcefully, intensifying the desire.

Ye Mu frowned deeply, supporting himself on the bed as he tried to rise and break free, but he was quickly overpowered and pinned down.

Chen Mo’s strong chest pressed against him firmly as he bit down on a spot on his neck in a punishing manner. He grabbed a condom from the bedside table, and using the lubricant, roughly pressed against the narrow entrance, forcing himself in.

Ye Mu let out a hoarse moan, his brows knitting in discomfort. His handsome face was a mix of complex emotions as he felt a tearing pain combined with a strange, intoxicating sensation flowing through his body, electrifying him and causing his body to move uncontrollably.

Chen Mo’s forehead was slick with sweat as he let out a satisfied breath, feeling a pleasure like never before. The tight, hot entrance gripped his member like scorching flesh, and with each movement, the inner walls contracted and pulsed, sending waves of near-orgasmic pleasure that made him crave more.

Ye Mu tilted his head back, his face contorted with an indescribable expression, and low moans escaped uncontrollably from his lips. His hands clutched the bedsheets tightly as he fully surrendered to the moment.

Chen Mo, overtaken by desire, moved slowly but steadily, feeling the numbing pleasure as the inner walls contracted around him. Each thrust and withdrawal sent shivers down his spine, pulling him deeper into the intoxicating experience.

Ye Mu’s throat released a mix of gasps and whimpers, uncertain whether he wanted it to stop or continue. Chen Mo held onto his waist, moving within him with difficulty, each movement bringing waves of overwhelming pleasure that left both of them trembling.

As the tight walls grew wetter, Chen Mo thrust deeper until his entire length was swallowed up. The sound of their movements, wet and rhythmic, filled the room, intensifying the blush on their faces.

Completely consumed by the overwhelming desire, Ye Mu closed his eyes, fully immersed in the intense pleasure coursing through his body. 

But Chen Mo wasn’t satisfied yet. He withdrew and flipped Ye Mu over, and in the dim light, he dominantly thrust his entire length back into the reddened entrance that had been thoroughly ravished.

Ye Mu leaned back, his face partially obscured by disheveled hair, moving with Chen Mo’s rhythm in a state of wild abandon. His eyes were red-rimmed, his gaze misty, and he could only helplessly moan, caught between pain and sweetness.

Chen Mo’s eyes darkened as he wrapped his long, slender fingers around Ye Mu’s front, stroking him with a mix of fast and slow motions, while continuing to thrust his member vigorously.

The intense assault from both ends finally made Ye Mu cry out, no longer holding back. He sat up and clung to Chen Mo’s waist, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck.

Their bodies entwined, moving together in a frenzy. Chen Mo’s thrusts were deep, pulling out only to plunge back in, over and over, as the heat between them rose higher and higher, almost consuming their very souls.

The sounds of their bodies colliding, the wet slaps echoing, sent waves of pleasure crashing over them in seemingly endless succession.

Chen Mo shifted positions, spreading Ye Mu’s legs apart and lifting one onto his shoulder, ruthlessly pounding into the now red, swollen entrance.

Before this, he never knew that making love to a man could be so exhilarating, so addicting. He was like an addict who couldn’t stop, driven by the urge to go harder, to completely dominate the usually restrained and aloof Ye Mu.

Ye Mu covered his face in shame, closing his eyes, unable to bear witnessing the rough, brutal scene. Yet the overwhelming desire within him forced him to arch his back, moving his hips in response.

Chen Mo leaned over, pinning Ye Mu beneath him, his slick tongue dominating Ye Mu’s, swirling deep within his mouth. Their tongues entwined erotically, leaving trails of silvery strands between them.

The man’s thrusts were relentless, like an unstoppable force, continuously assaulting the tight, slippery, and scorching cave. The pleasure was overwhelming, an endless cycle of ecstasy.

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