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The second young master, in all the years he has been alive, had never once known what it was to dawdle when it came to anything he wanted, he persisted, and he practised what he preached. So whatever he said he would do, he would just do it.

It was another first of his, the first time he was ever kissed so deeply, and the sensation of this kiss was so indescribable it had even made his scalp tingle. Shan Haiming kissed as a young man would—fervently, intensely—sweeping every inch of Xiao Ning's mouth and stealing half his life away with his kiss.

Xiao Ning was speechless.

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"Probably because the blanket's too warm." Xiao Ning shrunk under the covers, finding his feelings odd. They had done far more intimate things yet touches like this seemed to make him feel incredibly bashful. "I'm fine, really."

Shan Haiming's entry was slow, and the expansion process was especially vivid. From the beginning to the present, Xiao Ning hadn't uttered a sound, only patiently and meekly making himself more compatible. When it got terribly painful, he let out a few pants, and at some point unknown to him, Shan Haiming had stopped and began using his hands to caress Xiao Ning's body.

Who's trying to muck about? Xiao Ning thought in reaction.

"Can you not worry about it so much? What is there to worry about? Isn't it all taken care of?" Impatient, Shan Haiming sat on the bed and stared at him for a while but then reached out to touch Xiao Ning's forehead. "Why do you feel a bit too hot?"


Xiao Ning, in his past twenty-seven years of life, was pure-hearted in his approach to life and had very few desires. So strict were acts of self-control, that the times he comforted himself were less than a few. In this regard, he was practically otherworldly. As a result, when a person like him now found himself in such a situation, he obviously could only allow himself to be captured, and while his clothes were being stripped, only then did he remember to reach out his arms to help halfway through.

As if something was writhing under his skin, a crisp—tingling sensation gushed throughout Xiao Ning's entire body, forcing him to swallow when than strange itchy feeling threatened to burst out of his throat. Every slight twist and wriggle of his body below Shan Haiming made him bump into that man's long hardened length, causing that heated firmness from above him to meet with his own wet and leaking place below, driving home the strength of the other's presence, and pushing Xiao Ning's breath to quicken as that lower place of his now fully stood.

Xiao Ning had actually recovered, but those movements into and out of him were so painfully slow that all the control he maintained until this point was completely lost. For the first time, he cried out. It was not a loud cry, but it was cut off in an instant when he bit his lips. Shan Haiming moved to press his lips against Xiao Ning's, they were soft, they were hot, so much so, that their imprint was seared into his mind deeply. Then when that man's tongue entered to pull him into a passionate kiss—madly wanting to entangle him, to fill him—Xiao Ning again felt that desire within him awaken and those thrusts invading his back end had now set his body ablaze.

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After helping Xiao Ning clean up, Shan Haiming hugged him with one hand and lay by his side, the twisting and turning about that was their day had also taken a toll on him too. "Let's sleep for a bit, first."

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Xiao Ning was tired as well, but he did his best to lift himself and stated, "I should go wash up first."

"Just lie down." Shan Haiming firmly pressed him into his bosom, while using his other hand to pat his head gently without thinking. He was unsure whether he trying to soothe a child or placate a pet. "Don't go mucking about."


But Shan Haiming indicated to him there was no need to, moving to place his knee between Xiao Ning's legs, half kneeling, before pulling stripping off his own shirt. His well-proportioned muscles flexed with his movements, showing off that healthy, youthful, and beautiful body of his that bore a resemblance to a stallion's.

Shan Haiming then snaked his left hand under Xiao Ning's knee, lifting his leg and hips before that hot thing between his own legs began its entry bit by bit.

"It's alright, just breathe. Don't hold back so hard." Shan Haiming released him, turning to the side for a moment while grumbling to himself, "Why doesn't your house even have olive oil."

Pain woke Xiao Ning from his slumber.

When their kiss broke, Shan Haiming did not move away, instead, he nuzzled his nose against Xiao Ning's. Then while the two were still locked in this intimate primal gesture, his voice tinged with affection murmured, "I won't bully you any longer. Something like this is really painful so let's just go wash up first then get some sleep."

With this, silence filled the bedroom as neither said a word.


A man was currently before—a man's body and all the beauty therein. So being the ordinary homosеxual he was, Xiao Ning, upon witnessing this sight, would, of course, feel the heart in his chest furiously beat. He then noticed Shan Haiming was watching him, too, as he gazed, a realisation that sent those rattling nerves of his to a new peak and practically stole his breath.

Those nerves of his that were running amok for so long in that instant finally quieted. His chest then rose and fell a few times as he steadied his breath and swallowed down his embarrassment to declare, "Let's continue. I want to keep going."

"What?" Xiao Ning managed to calm himself enough to ask.

A man was currently before—a man's body and all the beauty therein. So being the ordinary homosеxual he was, Xiao Ning, upon witnessing this sight, would, of course, feel the heart in his chest furiously beat. He then noticed Shan Haiming was watching him, too, as he gazed, a realisation that sent those rattling nerves of his to a new peak and practically stole his breath.

Seeing Xiao Ning still show no sign of refusal, Shan Haiming moved back, removed the hand Xiao Ning had used to stop him then focused his attention on the lower half of the man below him. That part upfront was soon so hard it was leaking, and Xiao Ning had no idea what it was that man was using down there that made the feel of his hands so slippery and slick.

But just as his brain was swirling with such thoughts, he was entered.


Shan Haiming lowered himself once more, moving to shed both of their pants, before using his finger to tuck a stray tuft behind Xiao Ning's ear. "What are you all nervous about? I'm not going to tease you, so let's just start with a kiss."

He wasn't that ignorant to have not had any inkling despite his lack of experience, he knew this was preparation. With each passing second, the throbbing of that heart of his heightened but he did his best to endure. When ShanHaiming's finger entered a bit to lubricate him, Xiao Ning almost wanted to throw himself from the bed.

Shan Haiming lowered himself once more, moving to shed both of their pants, before using his finger to tuck a stray tuft behind Xiao Ning's ear. "What are you all nervous about? I'm not going to tease you, so let's just start with a kiss."

Shan Haiming turned his attention from Xiao Ning's lips to his ears, causing that sticky, wet sound of his busy lips to become especially crisp. And despite Xiao Ning being unable to see his own body, he knew blushes of red now tinted every inch of his body from its heat. Every time those stiffened parts of his and Shan Haiming grazed each other, Xiao Ning's body erupted in a quiver, making him not dare to move because, in all honesty, he had no idea what he should do.


Xiao Ning accepted his kiss, doing so in a way that bordered on passivity.

His bed was a mess, and the bed in his other room was not made. As a result, Shan Haiming forcefully carried him over to his place to get him a clean bed to lie on, then ordered some take-out along with calling a cleaning service to take care of Xiao Ning's bedroom.

Xiao Ning sighed at his response, realising he wouldn't be able to convince Shan Haiming.

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It was another first of his, the first time he was ever kissed so deeply, and the sensation of this kiss was so indescribable it had even made his scalp tingle. Shan Haiming kissed as a young man would—fervently, intensely—sweeping every inch of Xiao Ning's mouth and stealing half his life away with his kiss.

Pain woke Xiao Ning from his slumber.

But Xiao Ning's mind had been set ablaze for so long everything was now in a fog. He wanted to give a proper answer, so he pressed his lips, did his best to choke back all the saliva secreted from his overstimulated glands, then worriedly couldn't help but sputter, "I-I... I c-can't..."

"It's alright, just breathe. Don't hold back so hard." Shan Haiming released him, turning to the side for a moment while grumbling to himself, "Why doesn't your house even have olive oil."

"It's alright, just breathe. Don't hold back so hard." Shan Haiming released him, turning to the side for a moment while grumbling to himself, "Why doesn't your house even have olive oil."

"What?" Xiao Ning managed to calm himself enough to ask.

He did try to act natural, enduring it, but that stiffened body of his could not deceive the one above him.

Xiao Ning was tired as well, but he did his best to lift himself and stated, "I should go wash up first."


The two's now bare bodies ground together while they were joined above, savouring the warm and gentle pressure from both of their bodies being pressed. Xiao Ning's half-hardened manhood rubbed against the bumps and groves of Shan Haiming's well-defined muscles, causing that place to soon become coated in wetness, and slick.

Xiao Ning sighed at his response, realising he wouldn't be able to convince Shan Haiming.


As if something was writhing under his skin, a crisp—tingling sensation gushed throughout Xiao Ning's entire body, forcing him to swallow when than strange itchy feeling threatened to burst out of his throat. Every slight twist and wriggle of his body below Shan Haiming made him bump into that man's long hardened length, causing that heated firmness from above him to meet with his own wet and leaking place below, driving home the strength of the other's presence, and pushing Xiao Ning's breath to quicken as that lower place of his now fully stood.

"Um, do you know what time it is?" Apart from feeling uncomfortable, Xiao Ning had no other issues so he thought about looking for his phone. "Do you know where my phone is?"

Making the vice-president of the company ask for a leave of absence on my behalf... isn't that a bit much?

While, below him, Xiao Ning listened intently despite having no idea what he was going on about. A moment later, Xiao Ning felt something cool smeared over his back hole, which felt like some sort of liquid.

Making the vice-president of the company ask for a leave of absence on my behalf... isn't that a bit much?

"Um, do you know what time it is?" Apart from feeling uncomfortable, Xiao Ning had no other issues so he thought about looking for his phone. "Do you know where my phone is?"


Shan Haiming turned his attention from Xiao Ning's lips to his ears, causing that sticky, wet sound of his busy lips to become especially crisp. And despite Xiao Ning being unable to see his own body, he knew blushes of red now tinted every inch of his body from its heat. Every time those stiffened parts of his and Shan Haiming grazed each other, Xiao Ning's body erupted in a quiver, making him not dare to move because, in all honesty, he had no idea what he should do.

He did try to act natural, enduring it, but that stiffened body of his could not deceive the one above him.


Xiao Ning's brows, nose, and cheeks were then kissed one after the other, and the sensation of those pure lips tenderly pressing against his skin gave him the feeling of being cherished. It ushered in a different kind of palpitation to rise within his chest, pushing Xiao Ning's lips to part slightly as a sound escaped him. Even then, he tried to maintain control over his body, doing his best to not move, while that heated part of his showed no sign of softening.

Xiao Ning had actually recovered, but those movements into and out of him were so painfully slow that all the control he maintained until this point was completely lost. For the first time, he cried out. It was not a loud cry, but it was cut off in an instant when he bit his lips. Shan Haiming moved to press his lips against Xiao Ning's, they were soft, they were hot, so much so, that their imprint was seared into his mind deeply. Then when that man's tongue entered to pull him into a passionate kiss—madly wanting to entangle him, to fill him—Xiao Ning again felt that desire within him awaken and those thrusts invading his back end had now set his body ablaze.


Laying on his back, allowing the other man to do as he pleased, Xiao Ning soon felt Shan Haiming's hand descend before it took hold of his length. His movements were slight, with there being no intense stroking, as only Shan Haiming's index finger and thumb were first used to knead his head and coax out a clear liquid. The sticky fluid wad smeared over the length of that weeping member, with Shan Haiming switching his motions to now grazingly stroke the eager thing below him from its base back up to its tip. It was a sensation more pleasurable than mаsturbаtion, one that made Xiao Ning forcibly halt that desire of his greedy waist to lift, and one which sent waves of tremors to surge through his chest.

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But he was tightly confined by Shan aiming, for one, and was lacking in even a morsel of strength more, for another, so he could no longer fight the urge to close his eyes and fall into his sleep's waiting arms.

As if something was writhing under his skin, a crisp—tingling sensation gushed throughout Xiao Ning's entire body, forcing him to swallow when than strange itchy feeling threatened to burst out of his throat. Every slight twist and wriggle of his body below Shan Haiming made him bump into that man's long hardened length, causing that heated firmness from above him to meet with his own wet and leaking place below, driving home the strength of the other's presence, and pushing Xiao Ning's breath to quicken as that lower place of his now fully stood.

"Bear with it a bit." Shan Haiming coaxed in a voice rich with huskiness.

"Just lie down." Shan Haiming firmly pressed him into his bosom, while using his other hand to pat his head gently without thinking. He was unsure whether he trying to soothe a child or placate a pet. "Don't go mucking about."

"Bear with it a bit." Shan Haiming coaxed in a voice rich with huskiness.

Xiao Ning sighed at his response, realising he wouldn't be able to convince Shan Haiming.


"Bear with it a bit." Shan Haiming coaxed in a voice rich with huskiness.

"It's alright, just breathe. Don't hold back so hard." Shan Haiming released him, turning to the side for a moment while grumbling to himself, "Why doesn't your house even have olive oil."

Xiao Ning's brows, nose, and cheeks were then kissed one after the other, and the sensation of those pure lips tenderly pressing against his skin gave him the feeling of being cherished. It ushered in a different kind of palpitation to rise within his chest, pushing Xiao Ning's lips to part slightly as a sound escaped him. Even then, he tried to maintain control over his body, doing his best to not move, while that heated part of his showed no sign of softening.

A man was currently before—a man's body and all the beauty therein. So being the ordinary homosеxual he was, Xiao Ning, upon witnessing this sight, would, of course, feel the heart in his chest furiously beat. He then noticed Shan Haiming was watching him, too, as he gazed, a realisation that sent those rattling nerves of his to a new peak and practically stole his breath.

Xiao Ning: "..."

Seeing Xiao Ning still show no sign of refusal, Shan Haiming moved back, removed the hand Xiao Ning had used to stop him then focused his attention on the lower half of the man below him. That part upfront was soon so hard it was leaking, and Xiao Ning had no idea what it was that man was using down there that made the feel of his hands so slippery and slick.

Shan Haiming was the one who suddenly broke the silence to say, "It'll hurt, it'll hurt more than a good bit."

Shan Haiming withdrew his hand, then folded both arms across his chest before mocking him with a sulk, "Can you still not say anything else?"


But Xiao Ning's mind had been set ablaze for so long everything was now in a fog. He wanted to give a proper answer, so he pressed his lips, did his best to choke back all the saliva secreted from his overstimulated glands, then worriedly couldn't help but sputter, "I-I... I c-can't..."

Xiao Ning was speechless.

But he was tightly confined by Shan aiming, for one, and was lacking in even a morsel of strength more, for another, so he could no longer fight the urge to close his eyes and fall into his sleep's waiting arms.

With this, silence filled the bedroom as neither said a word.

"Can you not worry about it so much? What is there to worry about? Isn't it all taken care of?" Impatient, Shan Haiming sat on the bed and stared at him for a while but then reached out to touch Xiao Ning's forehead. "Why do you feel a bit too hot?"

It was entirely possible, that for the rest of his days, he would not be able to understand how the brain of this Second Young Master Shan even ticks.

The second young master, in all the years he has been alive, had never once known what it was to dawdle when it came to anything he wanted, he persisted, and he practised what he preached. So whatever he said he would do, he would just do it.

Xiao Ning sighed at his response, realising he wouldn't be able to convince Shan Haiming.


"It's alright, just breathe. Don't hold back so hard." Shan Haiming released him, turning to the side for a moment while grumbling to himself, "Why doesn't your house even have olive oil."

The warmth of another, for humans, truly was the most comforting feeling in the world.

Xiao Ning: "..."

"What?" Xiao Ning managed to calm himself enough to ask.

Shan Haiming then snaked his left hand under Xiao Ning's knee, lifting his leg and hips before that hot thing between his own legs began its entry bit by bit.

Shan Haiming then snaked his left hand under Xiao Ning's knee, lifting his leg and hips before that hot thing between his own legs began its entry bit by bit.

Shan Haiming was half-pressed against him, and at some point, Xiao Ning realised he had wrapped his arms around this person to pull him close. For the first time, with nothing to hinder them, Xiao Ning was holding and being held by another where their bare skins touched. It was a realisation, which for a reason unbeknownst to him, made tears well in his eyes before they fell.

Laying on his back, allowing the other man to do as he pleased, Xiao Ning soon felt Shan Haiming's hand descend before it took hold of his length. His movements were slight, with there being no intense stroking, as only Shan Haiming's index finger and thumb were first used to knead his head and coax out a clear liquid. The sticky fluid wad smeared over the length of that weeping member, with Shan Haiming switching his motions to now grazingly stroke the eager thing below him from its base back up to its tip. It was a sensation more pleasurable than mаsturbаtion, one that made Xiao Ning forcibly halt that desire of his greedy waist to lift, and one which sent waves of tremors to surge through his chest.


While, below him, Xiao Ning listened intently despite having no idea what he was going on about. A moment later, Xiao Ning felt something cool smeared over his back hole, which felt like some sort of liquid.

Xiao Ning: "..."

When Shan Haiming's hands finally made it to his cheeks with a pinch, he bit his lower lip and whispered succinctly, "I'm going to move."

Shan Haiming then snaked his left hand under Xiao Ning's knee, lifting his leg and hips before that hot thing between his own legs began its entry bit by bit.

It was entirely possible, that for the rest of his days, he would not be able to understand how the brain of this Second Young Master Shan even ticks.

With this, silence filled the bedroom as neither said a word.

Xiao Ning: "..."

Shan Haiming then snaked his left hand under Xiao Ning's knee, lifting his leg and hips before that hot thing between his own legs began its entry bit by bit.


He wasn't that ignorant to have not had any inkling despite his lack of experience, he knew this was preparation. With each passing second, the throbbing of that heart of his heightened but he did his best to endure. When ShanHaiming's finger entered a bit to lubricate him, Xiao Ning almost wanted to throw himself from the bed.

Not paying any mind, Shan Haiming lowered his head to join their lips in a kiss, but unlike earlier, this kiss was as gentle as a soft breeze during a light rain and overflowing with adoration. Compared to the chaotic thunderous storm that was their earlier kisses, Xiao Ning liked kisses like this one much more. These felt more flirtatious—more communicative—and allowed him to feel the depth of Shan Haiming's emotions much more.


He did try to act natural, enduring it, but that stiffened body of his could not deceive the one above him.

A man was currently before—a man's body and all the beauty therein. So being the ordinary homosеxual he was, Xiao Ning, upon witnessing this sight, would, of course, feel the heart in his chest furiously beat. He then noticed Shan Haiming was watching him, too, as he gazed, a realisation that sent those rattling nerves of his to a new peak and practically stole his breath.


While he was in a state of internal panic, Shan Haiming withdrew his fingers. His breathing also carried traces of unsteadiness, but his tone was still stable as he spoke. "If you don't want to do it, then we won't do it."

These thoughts were not at all ones of resistance, but Xiao Ning also did not have time to think much about any pleasure. These thoughts of his were just him recognising an object fact, Shan Haiming had entered him.


"What?" Xiao Ning managed to calm himself enough to ask.

For Xiao Ning, throughout the entirety of his existence, it was rare for him to have gotten the chance to share a bed with another. The last time he did so, it was on a sofa he was squeezed up on with Shan Haiming, though there was still enough space for him to move. But now, because he was being held by that other man so tightly, he couldn't sleep well and constantly awakened due to his sleep not being that deep. But every time he shifted, Shan Haiming was also roused, and would then cuddle him, kiss him endlessly, and like this he was finally able to be lulled back to sleep.

Who's trying to muck about? Xiao Ning thought in reaction.

Xiao Ning: "..."

"What?" Xiao Ning managed to calm himself enough to ask.

When Shan Haiming's hands finally made it to his cheeks with a pinch, he bit his lower lip and whispered succinctly, "I'm going to move."


Not paying any mind, Shan Haiming lowered his head to join their lips in a kiss, but unlike earlier, this kiss was as gentle as a soft breeze during a light rain and overflowing with adoration. Compared to the chaotic thunderous storm that was their earlier kisses, Xiao Ning liked kisses like this one much more. These felt more flirtatious—more communicative—and allowed him to feel the depth of Shan Haiming's emotions much more.

Shan Haiming turned his attention from Xiao Ning's lips to his ears, causing that sticky, wet sound of his busy lips to become especially crisp. And despite Xiao Ning being unable to see his own body, he knew blushes of red now tinted every inch of his body from its heat. Every time those stiffened parts of his and Shan Haiming grazed each other, Xiao Ning's body erupted in a quiver, making him not dare to move because, in all honesty, he had no idea what he should do.

But, for the first time, Xiao Ning felt having nothing being said like this was actually quite nice. Before, when he was with Lu Yan, he did not need to speak, but in his heart, rather than saying he was at peace, it would be more accurate to say there was an absence of any waves.

Shan Haiming then said jokingly, "Looks like I finished it. Don't worry I'll buy you a whole case of Dabao lotion tomorrow."

Those nerves of his that were running amok for so long in that instant finally quieted. His chest then rose and fell a few times as he steadied his breath and swallowed down his embarrassment to declare, "Let's continue. I want to keep going."

When their kiss broke, Shan Haiming did not move away, instead, he nuzzled his nose against Xiao Ning's. Then while the two were still locked in this intimate primal gesture, his voice tinged with affection murmured, "I won't bully you any longer. Something like this is really painful so let's just go wash up first then get some sleep."

The hands skimming against him were practically scalding; moistened with the sweat of their joined bodies, they stroked his tensed inner thighs, his softened manhood, before trailing the soaked hairs surrounding it to the hollow of his tummy. It was a mix of precise caresses and rough kneading, a mix that made Xiao Ning find it all embarrassingly hard to bear. Not long after, that pained stretched feeling was lost under a sea of numbness, in fact, that feeling of being penetrated had instead made his heart start to ripple.

Shan Haiming was half-pressed against him, and at some point, Xiao Ning realised he had wrapped his arms around this person to pull him close. For the first time, with nothing to hinder them, Xiao Ning was holding and being held by another where their bare skins touched. It was a realisation, which for a reason unbeknownst to him, made tears well in his eyes before they fell.


When their kiss broke, Shan Haiming did not move away, instead, he nuzzled his nose against Xiao Ning's. Then while the two were still locked in this intimate primal gesture, his voice tinged with affection murmured, "I won't bully you any longer. Something like this is really painful so let's just go wash up first then get some sleep."

While he was in a state of internal panic, Shan Haiming withdrew his fingers. His breathing also carried traces of unsteadiness, but his tone was still stable as he spoke. "If you don't want to do it, then we won't do it."


Xiao Ning was speechless.

Shan Haiming then said jokingly, "Looks like I finished it. Don't worry I'll buy you a whole case of Dabao lotion tomorrow."

But just as his brain was swirling with such thoughts, he was entered.

Xiao Ning accepted his kiss, doing so in a way that bordered on passivity.

Xiao Ning wasn't a person into skincare and the like, so he wasn't someone who was ordinarily dolled up. The only thing he had bought was a nostalgic lotion one would have seen in the bathroom every day from childhood, a bottle of Dabao lotion that he used to keep his face from drying out when the weather turned cold. But now that lotion, handfuls of the stuff was being rubbed in a place that brought about such ecstasy.

Xiao Ning was speechless.


It was entirely possible, that for the rest of his days, he would not be able to understand how the brain of this Second Young Master Shan even ticks.

When their kiss broke, Shan Haiming did not move away, instead, he nuzzled his nose against Xiao Ning's. Then while the two were still locked in this intimate primal gesture, his voice tinged with affection murmured, "I won't bully you any longer. Something like this is really painful so let's just go wash up first then get some sleep."

Xiao Ning: "..."

With this, silence filled the bedroom as neither said a word.

Shan Haiming was the one who suddenly broke the silence to say, "It'll hurt, it'll hurt more than a good bit."

The second young master, in all the years he has been alive, had never once known what it was to dawdle when it came to anything he wanted, he persisted, and he practised what he preached. So whatever he said he would do, he would just do it.


Seeing Shan Haiming really moving to get off him, Xiao Ning grabbed Shan Haiming by the arm. Shan Haiming stopped then moved to lean himself over Xiao Ning, and as that man's body hovered above him, Xiao Ning was enveloped in his scent, a scent that was incredibly mellow and calming.

But when he was together with Shan Haiming, even though his nerves were a mess and that guy could give one a headache, oddly enough, every time he thought of their time together he felt quite happy. It seemed as though every cell in his body sprang to life at these jubilant emotions of his.

Xiao Ning had actually recovered, but those movements into and out of him were so painfully slow that all the control he maintained until this point was completely lost. For the first time, he cried out. It was not a loud cry, but it was cut off in an instant when he bit his lips. Shan Haiming moved to press his lips against Xiao Ning's, they were soft, they were hot, so much so, that their imprint was seared into his mind deeply. Then when that man's tongue entered to pull him into a passionate kiss—madly wanting to entangle him, to fill him—Xiao Ning again felt that desire within him awaken and those thrusts invading his back end had now set his body ablaze.

As a person who was a professional in the subject of lacking love, Xiao Ning was in a daze by such treatment and in an indescribable state of bliss. His broken sleep was filled with intimate lingerings and it continued for the entire night.

But just as his brain was swirling with such thoughts, he was entered.

He wasn't that ignorant to have not had any inkling despite his lack of experience, he knew this was preparation. With each passing second, the throbbing of that heart of his heightened but he did his best to endure. When ShanHaiming's finger entered a bit to lubricate him, Xiao Ning almost wanted to throw himself from the bed.

Who's trying to muck about? Xiao Ning thought in reaction.

Xiao Ning tried to convince him saying, "I can just tidy up myself."


Those nerves of his that were running amok for so long in that instant finally quieted. His chest then rose and fell a few times as he steadied his breath and swallowed down his embarrassment to declare, "Let's continue. I want to keep going."

As a person who was a professional in the subject of lacking love, Xiao Ning was in a daze by such treatment and in an indescribable state of bliss. His broken sleep was filled with intimate lingerings and it continued for the entire night.

He did try to act natural, enduring it, but that stiffened body of his could not deceive the one above him.

Not paying any mind, Shan Haiming lowered his head to join their lips in a kiss, but unlike earlier, this kiss was as gentle as a soft breeze during a light rain and overflowing with adoration. Compared to the chaotic thunderous storm that was their earlier kisses, Xiao Ning liked kisses like this one much more. These felt more flirtatious—more communicative—and allowed him to feel the depth of Shan Haiming's emotions much more.


Shan Haiming remained unmoving, while he used the dim glow peeking in from the living room to look intently at the the man lying below him.

Xiao Ning accepted his kiss, doing so in a way that bordered on passivity.


Xiao Ning kept his hold on Shan Haiming and even went as far as working up the courage to meet the place where his gaze must've been, as they were both enveloped in darkness even though he could no longer muster up any words.

Shan Haiming remained unmoving, while he used the dim glow peeking in from the living room to look intently at the the man lying below him.

He did try to act natural, enduring it, but that stiffened body of his could not deceive the one above him.

His stomach was uncomfortable, his legs were cramped, his back ached, his waist stung—not one part of him was feeling well. By the time he felt a bit better it was already noon.

While he was in a state of internal panic, Shan Haiming withdrew his fingers. His breathing also carried traces of unsteadiness, but his tone was still stable as he spoke. "If you don't want to do it, then we won't do it."

Xiao Ning was tired as well, but he did his best to lift himself and stated, "I should go wash up first."

The two's now bare bodies ground together while they were joined above, savouring the warm and gentle pressure from both of their bodies being pressed. Xiao Ning's half-hardened manhood rubbed against the bumps and groves of Shan Haiming's well-defined muscles, causing that place to soon become coated in wetness, and slick.

Shan Haiming's entry was slow, and the expansion process was especially vivid. From the beginning to the present, Xiao Ning hadn't uttered a sound, only patiently and meekly making himself more compatible. When it got terribly painful, he let out a few pants, and at some point unknown to him, Shan Haiming had stopped and began using his hands to caress Xiao Ning's body.


Shan Haiming was the one who suddenly broke the silence to say, "It'll hurt, it'll hurt more than a good bit."

"Bear with it a bit." Shan Haiming coaxed in a voice rich with huskiness.

Xiao Ning, in his past twenty-seven years of life, was pure-hearted in his approach to life and had very few desires. So strict were acts of self-control, that the times he comforted himself were less than a few. In this regard, he was practically otherworldly. As a result, when a person like him now found himself in such a situation, he obviously could only allow himself to be captured, and while his clothes were being stripped, only then did he remember to reach out his arms to help halfway through.

Seeing Xiao Ning still show no sign of refusal, Shan Haiming moved back, removed the hand Xiao Ning had used to stop him then focused his attention on the lower half of the man below him. That part upfront was soon so hard it was leaking, and Xiao Ning had no idea what it was that man was using down there that made the feel of his hands so slippery and slick.

Shan Haiming then said jokingly, "Looks like I finished it. Don't worry I'll buy you a whole case of Dabao lotion tomorrow."

Xiao Ning wanted to say there was no need to, but both mental and physical exhaustion had taken its toll, so he simply raised his hands to encircle him again and allowed the before him to do as he pleased.


Seeing Xiao Ning still show no sign of refusal, Shan Haiming moved back, removed the hand Xiao Ning had used to stop him then focused his attention on the lower half of the man below him. That part upfront was soon so hard it was leaking, and Xiao Ning had no idea what it was that man was using down there that made the feel of his hands so slippery and slick.

The hands skimming against him were practically scalding; moistened with the sweat of their joined bodies, they stroked his tensed inner thighs, his softened manhood, before trailing the soaked hairs surrounding it to the hollow of his tummy. It was a mix of precise caresses and rough kneading, a mix that made Xiao Ning find it all embarrassingly hard to bear. Not long after, that pained stretched feeling was lost under a sea of numbness, in fact, that feeling of being penetrated had instead made his heart start to ripple.

Being penetrated by another person was something that brought about a near-overwhelming feeling of shame, and Xiao Ning felt no pleasure at that moment, only a great degree of pain. Even now, his mind was still foggy of the sеxual activity that was occurring and why it was happening.

Xiao Ning: "..."

Not paying any mind, Shan Haiming lowered his head to join their lips in a kiss, but unlike earlier, this kiss was as gentle as a soft breeze during a light rain and overflowing with adoration. Compared to the chaotic thunderous storm that was their earlier kisses, Xiao Ning liked kisses like this one much more. These felt more flirtatious—more communicative—and allowed him to feel the depth of Shan Haiming's emotions much more.

For Xiao Ning, throughout the entirety of his existence, it was rare for him to have gotten the chance to share a bed with another. The last time he did so, it was on a sofa he was squeezed up on with Shan Haiming, though there was still enough space for him to move. But now, because he was being held by that other man so tightly, he couldn't sleep well and constantly awakened due to his sleep not being that deep. But every time he shifted, Shan Haiming was also roused, and would then cuddle him, kiss him endlessly, and like this he was finally able to be lulled back to sleep.

Shan Haiming lowered himself once more, moving to shed both of their pants, before using his finger to tuck a stray tuft behind Xiao Ning's ear. "What are you all nervous about? I'm not going to tease you, so let's just start with a kiss."

Shan Haiming remained unmoving, while he used the dim glow peeking in from the living room to look intently at the the man lying below him.


Shan Haiming then said jokingly, "Looks like I finished it. Don't worry I'll buy you a whole case of Dabao lotion tomorrow."

The second young master, in all the years he has been alive, had never once known what it was to dawdle when it came to anything he wanted, he persisted, and he practised what he preached. So whatever he said he would do, he would just do it.

Shan Haiming was the one who suddenly broke the silence to say, "It'll hurt, it'll hurt more than a good bit."

At the unexpected sensation, Xiao Ning gasped loudly.

His bed was a mess, and the bed in his other room was not made. As a result, Shan Haiming forcefully carried him over to his place to get him a clean bed to lie on, then ordered some take-out along with calling a cleaning service to take care of Xiao Ning's bedroom.

"It's alright, just breathe. Don't hold back so hard." Shan Haiming released him, turning to the side for a moment while grumbling to himself, "Why doesn't your house even have olive oil."

Xiao Ning accepted his kiss, doing so in a way that bordered on passivity.

"Can you not worry about it so much? What is there to worry about? Isn't it all taken care of?" Impatient, Shan Haiming sat on the bed and stared at him for a while but then reached out to touch Xiao Ning's forehead. "Why do you feel a bit too hot?"


Xiao Ning: "..."

Shan Haiming's entry was slow, and the expansion process was especially vivid. From the beginning to the present, Xiao Ning hadn't uttered a sound, only patiently and meekly making himself more compatible. When it got terribly painful, he let out a few pants, and at some point unknown to him, Shan Haiming had stopped and began using his hands to caress Xiao Ning's body.

"Can you not worry about it so much? What is there to worry about? Isn't it all taken care of?" Impatient, Shan Haiming sat on the bed and stared at him for a while but then reached out to touch Xiao Ning's forehead. "Why do you feel a bit too hot?"

Xiao Ning accepted his kiss, doing so in a way that bordered on passivity.

Shan Haiming withdrew his hand, then folded both arms across his chest before mocking him with a sulk, "Can you still not say anything else?"

Xiao Ning tried to convince him saying, "I can just tidy up myself."

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While, below him, Xiao Ning listened intently despite having no idea what he was going on about. A moment later, Xiao Ning felt something cool smeared over his back hole, which felt like some sort of liquid.


Xiao Ning wasn't a person into skincare and the like, so he wasn't someone who was ordinarily dolled up. The only thing he had bought was a nostalgic lotion one would have seen in the bathroom every day from childhood, a bottle of Dabao lotion that he used to keep his face from drying out when the weather turned cold. But now that lotion, handfuls of the stuff was being rubbed in a place that brought about such ecstasy.

Xiao Ning kept his hold on Shan Haiming and even went as far as working up the courage to meet the place where his gaze must've been, as they were both enveloped in darkness even though he could no longer muster up any words.

After helping Xiao Ning clean up, Shan Haiming hugged him with one hand and lay by his side, the twisting and turning about that was their day had also taken a toll on him too. "Let's sleep for a bit, first."

Shan Haiming withdrew his hand, then folded both arms across his chest before mocking him with a sulk, "Can you still not say anything else?"

Not paying any mind, Shan Haiming lowered his head to join their lips in a kiss, but unlike earlier, this kiss was as gentle as a soft breeze during a light rain and overflowing with adoration. Compared to the chaotic thunderous storm that was their earlier kisses, Xiao Ning liked kisses like this one much more. These felt more flirtatious—more communicative—and allowed him to feel the depth of Shan Haiming's emotions much more.

When Shan Haiming's hands finally made it to his cheeks with a pinch, he bit his lower lip and whispered succinctly, "I'm going to move."

But when he was together with Shan Haiming, even though his nerves were a mess and that guy could give one a headache, oddly enough, every time he thought of their time together he felt quite happy. It seemed as though every cell in his body sprang to life at these jubilant emotions of his.

Shan Haiming remained unmoving, while he used the dim glow peeking in from the living room to look intently at the the man lying below him.


Shan Haiming then snaked his left hand under Xiao Ning's knee, lifting his leg and hips before that hot thing between his own legs began its entry bit by bit.

But Xiao Ning's mind had been set ablaze for so long everything was now in a fog. He wanted to give a proper answer, so he pressed his lips, did his best to choke back all the saliva secreted from his overstimulated glands, then worriedly couldn't help but sputter, "I-I... I c-can't..."

"Bear with it a bit." Shan Haiming coaxed in a voice rich with huskiness.

Other people can clearly see what happened just by the state of the room there, how embarrassing is that?

These thoughts were not at all ones of resistance, but Xiao Ning also did not have time to think much about any pleasure. These thoughts of his were just him recognising an object fact, Shan Haiming had entered him.

Shan Haiming withdrew his hand, then folded both arms across his chest before mocking him with a sulk, "Can you still not say anything else?"


Being penetrated by another person was something that brought about a near-overwhelming feeling of shame, and Xiao Ning felt no pleasure at that moment, only a great degree of pain. Even now, his mind was still foggy of the sеxual activity that was occurring and why it was happening.

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Shan Haiming was half-pressed against him, and at some point, Xiao Ning realised he had wrapped his arms around this person to pull him close. For the first time, with nothing to hinder them, Xiao Ning was holding and being held by another where their bare skins touched. It was a realisation, which for a reason unbeknownst to him, made tears well in his eyes before they fell.

These thoughts were not at all ones of resistance, but Xiao Ning also did not have time to think much about any pleasure. These thoughts of his were just him recognising an object fact, Shan Haiming had entered him.


But just as his brain was swirling with such thoughts, he was entered.

It was entirely possible, that for the rest of his days, he would not be able to understand how the brain of this Second Young Master Shan even ticks.

Xiao Ning accepted his kiss, doing so in a way that bordered on passivity.

Xiao Ning kept his hold on Shan Haiming and even went as far as working up the courage to meet the place where his gaze must've been, as they were both enveloped in darkness even though he could no longer muster up any words.


These thoughts were not at all ones of resistance, but Xiao Ning also did not have time to think much about any pleasure. These thoughts of his were just him recognising an object fact, Shan Haiming had entered him.

With this, silence filled the bedroom as neither said a word.


Shan Haiming's entry was slow, and the expansion process was especially vivid. From the beginning to the present, Xiao Ning hadn't uttered a sound, only patiently and meekly making himself more compatible. When it got terribly painful, he let out a few pants, and at some point unknown to him, Shan Haiming had stopped and began using his hands to caress Xiao Ning's body.

"Just be good and keep lying down." Shan Haiming had just grabbed a quick shower so his hair was still damp since he had no time to dry it. Dragging it back, and wearing a frown, he continued, "Stop being so self-conscious, other people don't care about who you're rolling around in the sheets with."

Seeing Shan Haiming really moving to get off him, Xiao Ning grabbed Shan Haiming by the arm. Shan Haiming stopped then moved to lean himself over Xiao Ning, and as that man's body hovered above him, Xiao Ning was enveloped in his scent, a scent that was incredibly mellow and calming.

Xiaohei was also brought over, and it was currently hiding away in the kitchen eating.

Xiao Ning was tired as well, but he did his best to lift himself and stated, "I should go wash up first."

Xiao Ning was tired as well, but he did his best to lift himself and stated, "I should go wash up first."


At the unexpected sensation, Xiao Ning gasped loudly.

Xiao Ning: "..."

Seeing Xiao Ning still show no sign of refusal, Shan Haiming moved back, removed the hand Xiao Ning had used to stop him then focused his attention on the lower half of the man below him. That part upfront was soon so hard it was leaking, and Xiao Ning had no idea what it was that man was using down there that made the feel of his hands so slippery and slick.

But he was tightly confined by Shan aiming, for one, and was lacking in even a morsel of strength more, for another, so he could no longer fight the urge to close his eyes and fall into his sleep's waiting arms.


The hands skimming against him were practically scalding; moistened with the sweat of their joined bodies, they stroked his tensed inner thighs, his softened manhood, before trailing the soaked hairs surrounding it to the hollow of his tummy. It was a mix of precise caresses and rough kneading, a mix that made Xiao Ning find it all embarrassingly hard to bear. Not long after, that pained stretched feeling was lost under a sea of numbness, in fact, that feeling of being penetrated had instead made his heart start to ripple.

Xiaohei was also brought over, and it was currently hiding away in the kitchen eating.

He did try to act natural, enduring it, but that stiffened body of his could not deceive the one above him.

Shan Haiming's breaths were still heavy, his lips moving to press a kiss on Xiao Ning's perspiration-drenched forehead before he murmured, "I'll help you clean up."


When Shan Haiming's hands finally made it to his cheeks with a pinch, he bit his lower lip and whispered succinctly, "I'm going to move."

Seeing Xiao Ning still show no sign of refusal, Shan Haiming moved back, removed the hand Xiao Ning had used to stop him then focused his attention on the lower half of the man below him. That part upfront was soon so hard it was leaking, and Xiao Ning had no idea what it was that man was using down there that made the feel of his hands so slippery and slick.


Xiao Ning had actually recovered, but those movements into and out of him were so painfully slow that all the control he maintained until this point was completely lost. For the first time, he cried out. It was not a loud cry, but it was cut off in an instant when he bit his lips. Shan Haiming moved to press his lips against Xiao Ning's, they were soft, they were hot, so much so, that their imprint was seared into his mind deeply. Then when that man's tongue entered to pull him into a passionate kiss—madly wanting to entangle him, to fill him—Xiao Ning again felt that desire within him awaken and those thrusts invading his back end had now set his body ablaze.

Being penetrated by another person was something that brought about a near-overwhelming feeling of shame, and Xiao Ning felt no pleasure at that moment, only a great degree of pain. Even now, his mind was still foggy of the sеxual activity that was occurring and why it was happening.

At the unexpected sensation, Xiao Ning gasped loudly.

Xiao Ning had actually recovered, but those movements into and out of him were so painfully slow that all the control he maintained until this point was completely lost. For the first time, he cried out. It was not a loud cry, but it was cut off in an instant when he bit his lips. Shan Haiming moved to press his lips against Xiao Ning's, they were soft, they were hot, so much so, that their imprint was seared into his mind deeply. Then when that man's tongue entered to pull him into a passionate kiss—madly wanting to entangle him, to fill him—Xiao Ning again felt that desire within him awaken and those thrusts invading his back end had now set his body ablaze.


Shan Haiming was half-pressed against him, and at some point, Xiao Ning realised he had wrapped his arms around this person to pull him close. For the first time, with nothing to hinder them, Xiao Ning was holding and being held by another where their bare skins touched. It was a realisation, which for a reason unbeknownst to him, made tears well in his eyes before they fell.

"Probably because the blanket's too warm." Xiao Ning shrunk under the covers, finding his feelings odd. They had done far more intimate things yet touches like this seemed to make him feel incredibly bashful. "I'm fine, really."

As a person who was a professional in the subject of lacking love, Xiao Ning was in a daze by such treatment and in an indescribable state of bliss. His broken sleep was filled with intimate lingerings and it continued for the entire night.

Xiao Ning guessed he had come at some point, and with that, his heart calmed. His sеxual desire was not that strong, and nothing in comparison to the psychological feelings their union brought which was more profound. He basked in the afterglow of this unreserved connection between them, savouring it so completely his chest felt as though it was filled to the brim.

But just as his brain was swirling with such thoughts, he was entered.

Making the vice-president of the company ask for a leave of absence on my behalf... isn't that a bit much?


The warmth of another, for humans, truly was the most comforting feeling in the world.

Who's trying to muck about? Xiao Ning thought in reaction.

Who's trying to muck about? Xiao Ning thought in reaction.

Not paying any mind, Shan Haiming lowered his head to join their lips in a kiss, but unlike earlier, this kiss was as gentle as a soft breeze during a light rain and overflowing with adoration. Compared to the chaotic thunderous storm that was their earlier kisses, Xiao Ning liked kisses like this one much more. These felt more flirtatious—more communicative—and allowed him to feel the depth of Shan Haiming's emotions much more.

Being penetrated by another person was something that brought about a near-overwhelming feeling of shame, and Xiao Ning felt no pleasure at that moment, only a great degree of pain. Even now, his mind was still foggy of the sеxual activity that was occurring and why it was happening.

He wasn't that ignorant to have not had any inkling despite his lack of experience, he knew this was preparation. With each passing second, the throbbing of that heart of his heightened but he did his best to endure. When ShanHaiming's finger entered a bit to lubricate him, Xiao Ning almost wanted to throw himself from the bed.


Xiao Ning guessed he had come at some point, and with that, his heart calmed. His sеxual desire was not that strong, and nothing in comparison to the psychological feelings their union brought which was more profound. He basked in the afterglow of this unreserved connection between them, savouring it so completely his chest felt as though it was filled to the brim.

Xiao Ning's brows, nose, and cheeks were then kissed one after the other, and the sensation of those pure lips tenderly pressing against his skin gave him the feeling of being cherished. It ushered in a different kind of palpitation to rise within his chest, pushing Xiao Ning's lips to part slightly as a sound escaped him. Even then, he tried to maintain control over his body, doing his best to not move, while that heated part of his showed no sign of softening.


Shan Haiming's breaths were still heavy, his lips moving to press a kiss on Xiao Ning's perspiration-drenched forehead before he murmured, "I'll help you clean up."

But, for the first time, Xiao Ning felt having nothing being said like this was actually quite nice. Before, when he was with Lu Yan, he did not need to speak, but in his heart, rather than saying he was at peace, it would be more accurate to say there was an absence of any waves.

Xiao Ning's brows, nose, and cheeks were then kissed one after the other, and the sensation of those pure lips tenderly pressing against his skin gave him the feeling of being cherished. It ushered in a different kind of palpitation to rise within his chest, pushing Xiao Ning's lips to part slightly as a sound escaped him. Even then, he tried to maintain control over his body, doing his best to not move, while that heated part of his showed no sign of softening.

"Probably because the blanket's too warm." Xiao Ning shrunk under the covers, finding his feelings odd. They had done far more intimate things yet touches like this seemed to make him feel incredibly bashful. "I'm fine, really."


Xiao Ning wanted to say there was no need to, but both mental and physical exhaustion had taken its toll, so he simply raised his hands to encircle him again and allowed the before him to do as he pleased.

His stomach was uncomfortable, his legs were cramped, his back ached, his waist stung—not one part of him was feeling well. By the time he felt a bit better it was already noon.

"Bear with it a bit." Shan Haiming coaxed in a voice rich with huskiness.

Shan Haiming was the one who suddenly broke the silence to say, "It'll hurt, it'll hurt more than a good bit."

For Xiao Ning, throughout the entirety of his existence, it was rare for him to have gotten the chance to share a bed with another. The last time he did so, it was on a sofa he was squeezed up on with Shan Haiming, though there was still enough space for him to move. But now, because he was being held by that other man so tightly, he couldn't sleep well and constantly awakened due to his sleep not being that deep. But every time he shifted, Shan Haiming was also roused, and would then cuddle him, kiss him endlessly, and like this he was finally able to be lulled back to sleep.

Xiao Ning accepted his kiss, doing so in a way that bordered on passivity.


After helping Xiao Ning clean up, Shan Haiming hugged him with one hand and lay by his side, the twisting and turning about that was their day had also taken a toll on him too. "Let's sleep for a bit, first."

Xiao Ning, in his past twenty-seven years of life, was pure-hearted in his approach to life and had very few desires. So strict were acts of self-control, that the times he comforted himself were less than a few. In this regard, he was practically otherworldly. As a result, when a person like him now found himself in such a situation, he obviously could only allow himself to be captured, and while his clothes were being stripped, only then did he remember to reach out his arms to help halfway through.


Xiao Ning was tired as well, but he did his best to lift himself and stated, "I should go wash up first."

But he was tightly confined by Shan aiming, for one, and was lacking in even a morsel of strength more, for another, so he could no longer fight the urge to close his eyes and fall into his sleep's waiting arms.

Xiao Ning was speechless.

These thoughts were not at all ones of resistance, but Xiao Ning also did not have time to think much about any pleasure. These thoughts of his were just him recognising an object fact, Shan Haiming had entered him.

Shan Haiming then snaked his left hand under Xiao Ning's knee, lifting his leg and hips before that hot thing between his own legs began its entry bit by bit.

Xiao Ning was tired as well, but he did his best to lift himself and stated, "I should go wash up first."

Laying on his back, allowing the other man to do as he pleased, Xiao Ning soon felt Shan Haiming's hand descend before it took hold of his length. His movements were slight, with there being no intense stroking, as only Shan Haiming's index finger and thumb were first used to knead his head and coax out a clear liquid. The sticky fluid wad smeared over the length of that weeping member, with Shan Haiming switching his motions to now grazingly stroke the eager thing below him from its base back up to its tip. It was a sensation more pleasurable than mаsturbаtion, one that made Xiao Ning forcibly halt that desire of his greedy waist to lift, and one which sent waves of tremors to surge through his chest.

Shan Haiming's entry was slow, and the expansion process was especially vivid. From the beginning to the present, Xiao Ning hadn't uttered a sound, only patiently and meekly making himself more compatible. When it got terribly painful, he let out a few pants, and at some point unknown to him, Shan Haiming had stopped and began using his hands to caress Xiao Ning's body.


"Just lie down." Shan Haiming firmly pressed him into his bosom, while using his other hand to pat his head gently without thinking. He was unsure whether he trying to soothe a child or placate a pet. "Don't go mucking about."

"Just lie down." Shan Haiming firmly pressed him into his bosom, while using his other hand to pat his head gently without thinking. He was unsure whether he trying to soothe a child or placate a pet. "Don't go mucking about."

Shan Haiming then snaked his left hand under Xiao Ning's knee, lifting his leg and hips before that hot thing between his own legs began its entry bit by bit.

Now You Know


Who's trying to muck about? Xiao Ning thought in reaction.

At the unexpected sensation, Xiao Ning gasped loudly.


But he was tightly confined by Shan aiming, for one, and was lacking in even a morsel of strength more, for another, so he could no longer fight the urge to close his eyes and fall into his sleep's waiting arms.

Xiao Ning was tired as well, but he did his best to lift himself and stated, "I should go wash up first."


For Xiao Ning, throughout the entirety of his existence, it was rare for him to have gotten the chance to share a bed with another. The last time he did so, it was on a sofa he was squeezed up on with Shan Haiming, though there was still enough space for him to move. But now, because he was being held by that other man so tightly, he couldn't sleep well and constantly awakened due to his sleep not being that deep. But every time he shifted, Shan Haiming was also roused, and would then cuddle him, kiss him endlessly, and like this he was finally able to be lulled back to sleep.

Shan Haiming withdrew his hand, then folded both arms across his chest before mocking him with a sulk, "Can you still not say anything else?"

Laying on his back, allowing the other man to do as he pleased, Xiao Ning soon felt Shan Haiming's hand descend before it took hold of his length. His movements were slight, with there being no intense stroking, as only Shan Haiming's index finger and thumb were first used to knead his head and coax out a clear liquid. The sticky fluid wad smeared over the length of that weeping member, with Shan Haiming switching his motions to now grazingly stroke the eager thing below him from its base back up to its tip. It was a sensation more pleasurable than mаsturbаtion, one that made Xiao Ning forcibly halt that desire of his greedy waist to lift, and one which sent waves of tremors to surge through his chest.

The two's now bare bodies ground together while they were joined above, savouring the warm and gentle pressure from both of their bodies being pressed. Xiao Ning's half-hardened manhood rubbed against the bumps and groves of Shan Haiming's well-defined muscles, causing that place to soon become coated in wetness, and slick.

Shan Haiming was half-pressed against him, and at some point, Xiao Ning realised he had wrapped his arms around this person to pull him close. For the first time, with nothing to hinder them, Xiao Ning was holding and being held by another where their bare skins touched. It was a realisation, which for a reason unbeknownst to him, made tears well in his eyes before they fell.

Xiao Ning wasn't a person into skincare and the like, so he wasn't someone who was ordinarily dolled up. The only thing he had bought was a nostalgic lotion one would have seen in the bathroom every day from childhood, a bottle of Dabao lotion that he used to keep his face from drying out when the weather turned cold. But now that lotion, handfuls of the stuff was being rubbed in a place that brought about such ecstasy.


As a person who was a professional in the subject of lacking love, Xiao Ning was in a daze by such treatment and in an indescribable state of bliss. His broken sleep was filled with intimate lingerings and it continued for the entire night.

Shan Haiming's breaths were still heavy, his lips moving to press a kiss on Xiao Ning's perspiration-drenched forehead before he murmured, "I'll help you clean up."

Shan Haiming lowered himself once more, moving to shed both of their pants, before using his finger to tuck a stray tuft behind Xiao Ning's ear. "What are you all nervous about? I'm not going to tease you, so let's just start with a kiss."

Laying on his back, allowing the other man to do as he pleased, Xiao Ning soon felt Shan Haiming's hand descend before it took hold of his length. His movements were slight, with there being no intense stroking, as only Shan Haiming's index finger and thumb were first used to knead his head and coax out a clear liquid. The sticky fluid wad smeared over the length of that weeping member, with Shan Haiming switching his motions to now grazingly stroke the eager thing below him from its base back up to its tip. It was a sensation more pleasurable than mаsturbаtion, one that made Xiao Ning forcibly halt that desire of his greedy waist to lift, and one which sent waves of tremors to surge through his chest.


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Pain woke Xiao Ning from his slumber.

Shan Haiming was half-pressed against him, and at some point, Xiao Ning realised he had wrapped his arms around this person to pull him close. For the first time, with nothing to hinder them, Xiao Ning was holding and being held by another where their bare skins touched. It was a realisation, which for a reason unbeknownst to him, made tears well in his eyes before they fell.

Who's trying to muck about? Xiao Ning thought in reaction.

Shan Haiming's breaths were still heavy, his lips moving to press a kiss on Xiao Ning's perspiration-drenched forehead before he murmured, "I'll help you clean up."

iana: I had something to say but I forgot. Anyhow, everything is cute now.

"What?" Xiao Ning managed to calm himself enough to ask.


His stomach was uncomfortable, his legs were cramped, his back ached, his waist stung—not one part of him was feeling well. By the time he felt a bit better it was already noon.

Laying on his back, allowing the other man to do as he pleased, Xiao Ning soon felt Shan Haiming's hand descend before it took hold of his length. His movements were slight, with there being no intense stroking, as only Shan Haiming's index finger and thumb were first used to knead his head and coax out a clear liquid. The sticky fluid wad smeared over the length of that weeping member, with Shan Haiming switching his motions to now grazingly stroke the eager thing below him from its base back up to its tip. It was a sensation more pleasurable than mаsturbаtion, one that made Xiao Ning forcibly halt that desire of his greedy waist to lift, and one which sent waves of tremors to surge through his chest.


His bed was a mess, and the bed in his other room was not made. As a result, Shan Haiming forcefully carried him over to his place to get him a clean bed to lie on, then ordered some take-out along with calling a cleaning service to take care of Xiao Ning's bedroom.

While, below him, Xiao Ning listened intently despite having no idea what he was going on about. A moment later, Xiao Ning felt something cool smeared over his back hole, which felt like some sort of liquid.

But Xiao Ning's mind had been set ablaze for so long everything was now in a fog. He wanted to give a proper answer, so he pressed his lips, did his best to choke back all the saliva secreted from his overstimulated glands, then worriedly couldn't help but sputter, "I-I... I c-can't..."

But just as his brain was swirling with such thoughts, he was entered.

"It's alright, just breathe. Don't hold back so hard." Shan Haiming released him, turning to the side for a moment while grumbling to himself, "Why doesn't your house even have olive oil."

But just as his brain was swirling with such thoughts, he was entered.


Xiao Ning tried to convince him saying, "I can just tidy up myself."

"What?" Xiao Ning managed to calm himself enough to ask.

When Shan Haiming's hands finally made it to his cheeks with a pinch, he bit his lower lip and whispered succinctly, "I'm going to move."

Shan Haiming then said jokingly, "Looks like I finished it. Don't worry I'll buy you a whole case of Dabao lotion tomorrow."


Other people can clearly see what happened just by the state of the room there, how embarrassing is that?

"Can you not worry about it so much? What is there to worry about? Isn't it all taken care of?" Impatient, Shan Haiming sat on the bed and stared at him for a while but then reached out to touch Xiao Ning's forehead. "Why do you feel a bit too hot?"

When their kiss broke, Shan Haiming did not move away, instead, he nuzzled his nose against Xiao Ning's. Then while the two were still locked in this intimate primal gesture, his voice tinged with affection murmured, "I won't bully you any longer. Something like this is really painful so let's just go wash up first then get some sleep."

His bed was a mess, and the bed in his other room was not made. As a result, Shan Haiming forcefully carried him over to his place to get him a clean bed to lie on, then ordered some take-out along with calling a cleaning service to take care of Xiao Ning's bedroom.


"Just be good and keep lying down." Shan Haiming had just grabbed a quick shower so his hair was still damp since he had no time to dry it. Dragging it back, and wearing a frown, he continued, "Stop being so self-conscious, other people don't care about who you're rolling around in the sheets with."

Now You Know

It was another first of his, the first time he was ever kissed so deeply, and the sensation of this kiss was so indescribable it had even made his scalp tingle. Shan Haiming kissed as a young man would—fervently, intensely—sweeping every inch of Xiao Ning's mouth and stealing half his life away with his kiss.

"What?" Xiao Ning managed to calm himself enough to ask.


Xiao Ning sighed at his response, realising he wouldn't be able to convince Shan Haiming.

But Shan Haiming indicated to him there was no need to, moving to place his knee between Xiao Ning's legs, half kneeling, before pulling stripping off his own shirt. His well-proportioned muscles flexed with his movements, showing off that healthy, youthful, and beautiful body of his that bore a resemblance to a stallion's.

Shan Haiming's breaths were still heavy, his lips moving to press a kiss on Xiao Ning's perspiration-drenched forehead before he murmured, "I'll help you clean up."

Shan Haiming turned his attention from Xiao Ning's lips to his ears, causing that sticky, wet sound of his busy lips to become especially crisp. And despite Xiao Ning being unable to see his own body, he knew blushes of red now tinted every inch of his body from its heat. Every time those stiffened parts of his and Shan Haiming grazed each other, Xiao Ning's body erupted in a quiver, making him not dare to move because, in all honesty, he had no idea what he should do.


Xiaohei was also brought over, and it was currently hiding away in the kitchen eating.

Shan Haiming was the one who suddenly broke the silence to say, "It'll hurt, it'll hurt more than a good bit."

Xiao Ning's brows, nose, and cheeks were then kissed one after the other, and the sensation of those pure lips tenderly pressing against his skin gave him the feeling of being cherished. It ushered in a different kind of palpitation to rise within his chest, pushing Xiao Ning's lips to part slightly as a sound escaped him. Even then, he tried to maintain control over his body, doing his best to not move, while that heated part of his showed no sign of softening.

He wasn't that ignorant to have not had any inkling despite his lack of experience, he knew this was preparation. With each passing second, the throbbing of that heart of his heightened but he did his best to endure. When ShanHaiming's finger entered a bit to lubricate him, Xiao Ning almost wanted to throw himself from the bed.

Xiao Ning was speechless.

Xiao Ning's brows, nose, and cheeks were then kissed one after the other, and the sensation of those pure lips tenderly pressing against his skin gave him the feeling of being cherished. It ushered in a different kind of palpitation to rise within his chest, pushing Xiao Ning's lips to part slightly as a sound escaped him. Even then, he tried to maintain control over his body, doing his best to not move, while that heated part of his showed no sign of softening.


"Um, do you know what time it is?" Apart from feeling uncomfortable, Xiao Ning had no other issues so he thought about looking for his phone. "Do you know where my phone is?"

Shan Haiming lowered himself once more, moving to shed both of their pants, before using his finger to tuck a stray tuft behind Xiao Ning's ear. "What are you all nervous about? I'm not going to tease you, so let's just start with a kiss."

Laying on his back, allowing the other man to do as he pleased, Xiao Ning soon felt Shan Haiming's hand descend before it took hold of his length. His movements were slight, with there being no intense stroking, as only Shan Haiming's index finger and thumb were first used to knead his head and coax out a clear liquid. The sticky fluid wad smeared over the length of that weeping member, with Shan Haiming switching his motions to now grazingly stroke the eager thing below him from its base back up to its tip. It was a sensation more pleasurable than mаsturbаtion, one that made Xiao Ning forcibly halt that desire of his greedy waist to lift, and one which sent waves of tremors to surge through his chest.

"Just lie down." Shan Haiming firmly pressed him into his bosom, while using his other hand to pat his head gently without thinking. He was unsure whether he trying to soothe a child or placate a pet. "Don't go mucking about."

Xiao Ning wasn't a person into skincare and the like, so he wasn't someone who was ordinarily dolled up. The only thing he had bought was a nostalgic lotion one would have seen in the bathroom every day from childhood, a bottle of Dabao lotion that he used to keep his face from drying out when the weather turned cold. But now that lotion, handfuls of the stuff was being rubbed in a place that brought about such ecstasy.

It was another first of his, the first time he was ever kissed so deeply, and the sensation of this kiss was so indescribable it had even made his scalp tingle. Shan Haiming kissed as a young man would—fervently, intensely—sweeping every inch of Xiao Ning's mouth and stealing half his life away with his kiss.

Xiao Ning, in his past twenty-seven years of life, was pure-hearted in his approach to life and had very few desires. So strict were acts of self-control, that the times he comforted himself were less than a few. In this regard, he was practically otherworldly. As a result, when a person like him now found himself in such a situation, he obviously could only allow himself to be captured, and while his clothes were being stripped, only then did he remember to reach out his arms to help halfway through.

"Um, do you know what time it is?" Apart from feeling uncomfortable, Xiao Ning had no other issues so he thought about looking for his phone. "Do you know where my phone is?"


Paying no mind to his anxiousness, Shan Haiming replied simply, "I already called Shan Haihong, he'll know how to explain it."

The two's now bare bodies ground together while they were joined above, savouring the warm and gentle pressure from both of their bodies being pressed. Xiao Ning's half-hardened manhood rubbed against the bumps and groves of Shan Haiming's well-defined muscles, causing that place to soon become coated in wetness, and slick.

"Can you not worry about it so much? What is there to worry about? Isn't it all taken care of?" Impatient, Shan Haiming sat on the bed and stared at him for a while but then reached out to touch Xiao Ning's forehead. "Why do you feel a bit too hot?"

As a person who was a professional in the subject of lacking love, Xiao Ning was in a daze by such treatment and in an indescribable state of bliss. His broken sleep was filled with intimate lingerings and it continued for the entire night.

Xiao Ning kept his hold on Shan Haiming and even went as far as working up the courage to meet the place where his gaze must've been, as they were both enveloped in darkness even though he could no longer muster up any words.

Paying no mind to his anxiousness, Shan Haiming replied simply, "I already called Shan Haihong, he'll know how to explain it."

Xiao Ning wasn't a person into skincare and the like, so he wasn't someone who was ordinarily dolled up. The only thing he had bought was a nostalgic lotion one would have seen in the bathroom every day from childhood, a bottle of Dabao lotion that he used to keep his face from drying out when the weather turned cold. But now that lotion, handfuls of the stuff was being rubbed in a place that brought about such ecstasy.

Xiao Ning was speechless.


Xiao Ning: "..."

Making the vice-president of the company ask for a leave of absence on my behalf... isn't that a bit much?

The warmth of another, for humans, truly was the most comforting feeling in the world.

Those nerves of his that were running amok for so long in that instant finally quieted. His chest then rose and fell a few times as he steadied his breath and swallowed down his embarrassment to declare, "Let's continue. I want to keep going."

The warmth of another, for humans, truly was the most comforting feeling in the world.

Seeing Xiao Ning still show no sign of refusal, Shan Haiming moved back, removed the hand Xiao Ning had used to stop him then focused his attention on the lower half of the man below him. That part upfront was soon so hard it was leaking, and Xiao Ning had no idea what it was that man was using down there that made the feel of his hands so slippery and slick.

Xiao Ning accepted his kiss, doing so in a way that bordered on passivity.

While he was in a state of internal panic, Shan Haiming withdrew his fingers. His breathing also carried traces of unsteadiness, but his tone was still stable as he spoke. "If you don't want to do it, then we won't do it."


Making the vice-president of the company ask for a leave of absence on my behalf... isn't that a bit much?

Other people can clearly see what happened just by the state of the room there, how embarrassing is that?


"Can you not worry about it so much? What is there to worry about? Isn't it all taken care of?" Impatient, Shan Haiming sat on the bed and stared at him for a while but then reached out to touch Xiao Ning's forehead. "Why do you feel a bit too hot?"

Xiao Ning guessed he had come at some point, and with that, his heart calmed. His sеxual desire was not that strong, and nothing in comparison to the psychological feelings their union brought which was more profound. He basked in the afterglow of this unreserved connection between them, savouring it so completely his chest felt as though it was filled to the brim.

"Um, do you know what time it is?" Apart from feeling uncomfortable, Xiao Ning had no other issues so he thought about looking for his phone. "Do you know where my phone is?"

He wasn't that ignorant to have not had any inkling despite his lack of experience, he knew this was preparation. With each passing second, the throbbing of that heart of his heightened but he did his best to endure. When ShanHaiming's finger entered a bit to lubricate him, Xiao Ning almost wanted to throw himself from the bed.

While he was in a state of internal panic, Shan Haiming withdrew his fingers. His breathing also carried traces of unsteadiness, but his tone was still stable as he spoke. "If you don't want to do it, then we won't do it."

While, below him, Xiao Ning listened intently despite having no idea what he was going on about. A moment later, Xiao Ning felt something cool smeared over his back hole, which felt like some sort of liquid.


"Probably because the blanket's too warm." Xiao Ning shrunk under the covers, finding his feelings odd. They had done far more intimate things yet touches like this seemed to make him feel incredibly bashful. "I'm fine, really."

Xiao Ning wasn't a person into skincare and the like, so he wasn't someone who was ordinarily dolled up. The only thing he had bought was a nostalgic lotion one would have seen in the bathroom every day from childhood, a bottle of Dabao lotion that he used to keep his face from drying out when the weather turned cold. But now that lotion, handfuls of the stuff was being rubbed in a place that brought about such ecstasy.


Shan Haiming withdrew his hand, then folded both arms across his chest before mocking him with a sulk, "Can you still not say anything else?"

But just as his brain was swirling with such thoughts, he was entered.

When their kiss broke, Shan Haiming did not move away, instead, he nuzzled his nose against Xiao Ning's. Then while the two were still locked in this intimate primal gesture, his voice tinged with affection murmured, "I won't bully you any longer. Something like this is really painful so let's just go wash up first then get some sleep."

Xiao Ning had actually recovered, but those movements into and out of him were so painfully slow that all the control he maintained until this point was completely lost. For the first time, he cried out. It was not a loud cry, but it was cut off in an instant when he bit his lips. Shan Haiming moved to press his lips against Xiao Ning's, they were soft, they were hot, so much so, that their imprint was seared into his mind deeply. Then when that man's tongue entered to pull him into a passionate kiss—madly wanting to entangle him, to fill him—Xiao Ning again felt that desire within him awaken and those thrusts invading his back end had now set his body ablaze.

Xiao Ning had actually recovered, but those movements into and out of him were so painfully slow that all the control he maintained until this point was completely lost. For the first time, he cried out. It was not a loud cry, but it was cut off in an instant when he bit his lips. Shan Haiming moved to press his lips against Xiao Ning's, they were soft, they were hot, so much so, that their imprint was seared into his mind deeply. Then when that man's tongue entered to pull him into a passionate kiss—madly wanting to entangle him, to fill him—Xiao Ning again felt that desire within him awaken and those thrusts invading his back end had now set his body ablaze.

Seeing Shan Haiming really moving to get off him, Xiao Ning grabbed Shan Haiming by the arm. Shan Haiming stopped then moved to lean himself over Xiao Ning, and as that man's body hovered above him, Xiao Ning was enveloped in his scent, a scent that was incredibly mellow and calming.

His stomach was uncomfortable, his legs were cramped, his back ached, his waist stung—not one part of him was feeling well. By the time he felt a bit better it was already noon.

While, below him, Xiao Ning listened intently despite having no idea what he was going on about. A moment later, Xiao Ning felt something cool smeared over his back hole, which felt like some sort of liquid.


With this, silence filled the bedroom as neither said a word.

After helping Xiao Ning clean up, Shan Haiming hugged him with one hand and lay by his side, the twisting and turning about that was their day had also taken a toll on him too. "Let's sleep for a bit, first."

Shan Haiming's breaths were still heavy, his lips moving to press a kiss on Xiao Ning's perspiration-drenched forehead before he murmured, "I'll help you clean up."

Pain woke Xiao Ning from his slumber.


But, for the first time, Xiao Ning felt having nothing being said like this was actually quite nice. Before, when he was with Lu Yan, he did not need to speak, but in his heart, rather than saying he was at peace, it would be more accurate to say there was an absence of any waves.

Seeing Shan Haiming really moving to get off him, Xiao Ning grabbed Shan Haiming by the arm. Shan Haiming stopped then moved to lean himself over Xiao Ning, and as that man's body hovered above him, Xiao Ning was enveloped in his scent, a scent that was incredibly mellow and calming.

For Xiao Ning, throughout the entirety of his existence, it was rare for him to have gotten the chance to share a bed with another. The last time he did so, it was on a sofa he was squeezed up on with Shan Haiming, though there was still enough space for him to move. But now, because he was being held by that other man so tightly, he couldn't sleep well and constantly awakened due to his sleep not being that deep. But every time he shifted, Shan Haiming was also roused, and would then cuddle him, kiss him endlessly, and like this he was finally able to be lulled back to sleep.

Paying no mind to his anxiousness, Shan Haiming replied simply, "I already called Shan Haihong, he'll know how to explain it."

Xiao Ning had actually recovered, but those movements into and out of him were so painfully slow that all the control he maintained until this point was completely lost. For the first time, he cried out. It was not a loud cry, but it was cut off in an instant when he bit his lips. Shan Haiming moved to press his lips against Xiao Ning's, they were soft, they were hot, so much so, that their imprint was seared into his mind deeply. Then when that man's tongue entered to pull him into a passionate kiss—madly wanting to entangle him, to fill him—Xiao Ning again felt that desire within him awaken and those thrusts invading his back end had now set his body ablaze.

Shan Haiming withdrew his hand, then folded both arms across his chest before mocking him with a sulk, "Can you still not say anything else?"

"What?" Xiao Ning managed to calm himself enough to ask.

As if something was writhing under his skin, a crisp—tingling sensation gushed throughout Xiao Ning's entire body, forcing him to swallow when than strange itchy feeling threatened to burst out of his throat. Every slight twist and wriggle of his body below Shan Haiming made him bump into that man's long hardened length, causing that heated firmness from above him to meet with his own wet and leaking place below, driving home the strength of the other's presence, and pushing Xiao Ning's breath to quicken as that lower place of his now fully stood.


But when he was together with Shan Haiming, even though his nerves were a mess and that guy could give one a headache, oddly enough, every time he thought of their time together he felt quite happy. It seemed as though every cell in his body sprang to life at these jubilant emotions of his.

iana: I had something to say but I forgot. Anyhow, everything is cute now.


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Notes:

iana: I had something to say but I forgot. Anyhow, everything is cute now.


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