Chapter 62

Chapter 62

On second thought, he felt that even if his parents knew about this, they should be able to forgive him. After all, this was his eldest brother—the one who loved him most in all the world. He was just in a relationship with his brother; if their parents were watching from beyond the grave, they should understand that he truly couldn’t refuse.

Once he'd reassured himself, Shang Xueyan turned around and continued looking at the other dolls.

Shang Xianwang watched Shang Xueyan, noticing that he was admiring the dolls filling the room with appreciation, without any trace of fear or negativity.

Heaven had truly been too kind to him.

Shang Xianwang sighed to himself again.

After spending a long time in the basement, Shang Xianwang and Shang Xueyan finally went upstairs. They kissed as they squeezed into the room. Just as Shang Xianwang was about to leave, Shang Xueyan gripped his arm tightly, his body unusually tense.

Shang Xianwang’s eyes were dark with moisture. He brushed his lips against Shang Xueyan’s and murmured in a husky voice, "Baby."

Shang Xueyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he looked up at him and said, "Shang Xianwang, let’s do it tonight."

Shang Xianwang’s back stiffened instantly.

Shang Xueyan asked, "Do you want to do it with me?"

Shang Xianwang took a deep breath, his teeth itching uncontrollably, his throat feeling hollow. It took all his self-control to pull back slightly.

Damn, why is he pulling away?

Shang Xueyan felt a pang of panic. Could it be that he doesn’t want to do it with me?

Does he want a platonic relationship?

No way, how is that possible?

Then why did he pull away?

At that thought, Shang Xueyan caught sight of the increasingly obvious bulge in Shang Xianwang’s pants, and his heart jumped.

Shit!

Shang Xueyan’s mind conjured an image of Shang Xianwang’s exaggerated state when fully aroused.

A chill ran through his entire body.

No way, how could he possibly handle something that big?

Shang Xueyan swallowed hard and couldn’t help but scoot back on the bed.

"A Yan, changed your mind?" Shang Xianwang leaned in, placing his hands on either side of Shang Xueyan’s shoulders, blocking his retreat. His voice was dry and thick as he questioned him.

"You were the one who pulled away first!" Shang Xueyan replied, flustered.

Shang Xianwang let out a low chuckle, his teeth itching even more, to the point where even his flesh felt hollow.

He stood up from the bed and loosened his tie. "I’m going to go buy something now. You go take a shower. If you don’t change your mind before I get back, there’ll be no turning back tonight."

Shang Xueyan’s mind was a mess. "What are you buying?"

He couldn’t help but glance down at a certain part of Shang Xianwang’s body. Surely his brother had some self-awareness. Had he actually developed something to make it smaller?

Shang Xianwang was blunt and direct. "Condoms and lube."

Shang Xueyan’s mind went blank, thunderstruck. His mouth fell open, but no words came out for a long time. He watched as Shang Xianwang took out his phone and tapped lightly on the screen, his Adam's apple bobbed nervously.

After his shower, Shang Xueyan stepped out of the bathroom. He was alone in the room. He sat down on the bed but immediately stood up again.

The half-open door was pushed aside, and a tall, lean man walked in. He must have just showered as well, having changed into soft pajamas. His slightly damp bangs clung to his forehead, and his handsome face carried an air of refinement.

Shang Xueyan’s breathing grew heated.

Then, he noticed the plastic bag in the other’s hand.

His mind instantly jumped to what was about to happen.

Shang Xueyan felt a surge of fear again.

Shang Xianwang turned around, and with a click, the lock slid into place. The milky-white door closed tightly.

Shang Xianwang walked over to Shang Xueyan. It started with familiar kisses, and Shang Xueyan felt his spine tingling, his head spinning. Before he knew it, all the buttons of his clothes were undone, and he was pressed down onto the bed.

But when Shang Xianwang’s fingers reached a certain place, Shang Xueyan suddenly opened his eyes. "Wait."

Shang Xianwang’s hot breath fanned against Shang Xueyan’s cheeks, neck, and shoulders. His voice, emerging from his heated chest, made the air feel damp and feverish. "What’s wrong, baby?"

Shang Xueyan didn’t really know what he wanted to say, but he felt the need to say something. Just as he opened his mouth, it was covered again. Shang Xueyan’s body stiffened, and he stared wide-eyed in shock.

He wanted it badly, but because this was the most important person to him, all his rationality was focused on suppressing the overwhelming desire. Shang Xianwang kissed Shang Xueyan’s neck—his sensitive spot—and his tense body gradually relaxed. Shang Xianwang’s voice was now tinged with temptation. "It’s not that scary, A Yan. I won’t let it hurt too much."

Shang Xueyan was drenched in sweat, his entire body flushed and damp. When Shang Xianwang tossed the used items into the trash, Shang Xueyan burrowed under the covers.

The covers were lifted, and a warm body pressed close. Shang Xueyan shuddered, his eyelashes damp, his breathing instantly erratic.

Shang Xianwang kissed his forehead and asked in a low voice, "How do you feel, A Yan?"

Shang Xueyan opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. "I’m really amazing."

"Hmm?"

Shang Xueyan turned his head to look at him. "Really amazing."

Shang Xueyan couldn’t avoid the thought: he had truly underestimated himself before.

Damn, he never imagined he’d be so naturally gifted in this area!

Shang Xianwang muffled a laugh.

"Isn't it true?" Shang Xueyan asked, his cheeks flushed as he pressed against Shang Xianwang’s chest, speaking with heated breath.

"Yeah, you’re really amazing," Shang Xianwang replied hoarsely, his expression held a look of unprecedented satisfaction as he praised him.

Shang Xueyan cleared his throat lightly, wincing slightly as the movement tugged at his soreness.

Shang Xianwang noticed.

"Let me apply some ointment for you," Shang Xianwang said, sitting up and picking up the ointment from the bedside table.

"When did you buy the ointment?" Shang Xueyan asked in surprise.

"I bought it when I got the condoms."

So, you really are aware of your size, big brother!

Shang Xianwang washed his hands in the bathroom, opened the ointment, and was about to lift Shang Xueyan's blanket when Shang Xueyan clutched the covers, reached out to Shang Xianwang, and said with fluttering lashes, "Give me the ointment, I'll apply it myself."

Shang Xianwang looked down at him, "A Yan, it'll be hard for you to do it yourself."

After the ointment was applied, the pain indeed eased a little.

He lay face down on the bed, thinking he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep until very late that night, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he quickly sank into a deep sleep. Noticing that Shang Xueyan had fallen asleep so quickly, Shang Xianwang couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

His baby could really sleep, and it was just too cute.

After a moment, Shang Xianwang turned off the ceiling light, leaving only the dim bedside lamp. Resting his head in his hand, he watched Shang Xueyan in the dim light, every now and then kissing his nearby earlobe.

When Shang Xueyan woke up, he was briefly disoriented to see his elder brother sleeping beside him.

A moment later, he recalled what had happened the day before—seeing the room full of Shang Xueyan figurines, the shock, and then completely surrendering to his elder brother.

Shang Xueyan turned his head.

Shang Xianwang was still fast asleep, eyes tightly closed.

Shang Xueyan thought back to the previous night.

His elder brother’s heavy, hot breath behind him, hands digging into his waist, the scorching sweat dripping onto the back of his neck—if his brother had turned around at that moment, what would his expression have been like?

He had never imagined that a man could hold such immense attraction for him. Just the thought of his brother’s throbbing temples, sweat-drenched cheeks, and ragged breathing made his body flush with heat again.

Shang Xueyan curled his legs slightly.

Damn.

He had strained his butt, and it hurt!

Shang Xueyan's mind went instantly blank.

"A Yan, awake?" Shang Xianwang opened his eyes, his hair slightly messy, his voice hoarse, his gaze not as sharp as usual, heavy with sleep.

Shang Xueyan’s body heated up again.

He turned his face away, avoiding Shang Xianwang’s face, which seemed designed to drive him wild.

After showering and washing up, the two of them went downstairs for breakfast. When breakfast was over, Shang Xueyan went upstairs to get his script, with Shang Xianwang following closely behind.

Opening the canvas bag to confirm that the script and tissues were inside, Shang Xueyan was about to head downstairs when sturdy hands reached around his waist from behind, embracing him.

Shang Xianwang buried his face in the crook of Shang Xueyan’s neck, his tongue moistly licking his neck, with a sticky-sweet tone unlike his usual self, "A Yan, don’t go to filming today."

Heat flooded his body again, seemingly out of nowhere.

Over the past two months, the distance between them had gradually broken down and closed, and last night, it had gone further than ever before.

Shang Xueyan’s cheeks flushed red as he attempted a firm refusal, "No."

He thought, maybe he really shouldn’t go. After all, yesterday was essentially his wedding night—taking a day off should be perfectly reasonable.

"He sighed, there’s no way I can get time off," Shang Xueyan said irritably. "There’s a guest appearance by an acclaimed actor in this episode, arranged through the director’s personal connections. His schedule is packed—unless I’m so sick I can’t get out of bed..."

"You won’t be too sick to get out of bed," Shang Xianwang interrupted his self-cursing, placing his hands on Shang Xueyan’s shoulders and turning him to face him. He smiled and said, "I'll just fuck you so hard that you can’t get out of bed."

His brain short-circuited for a second.

What kind of filthy remark was his older brother making?

"Shall I take you to work?"

"Uh, yes, okay," Shang Xueyan replied, his cheeks flushed and his mind in disarray.

That must have been his imagination—such filthy words must've been his imagination.

There was no way his dignified, well-mannered, and humble older brother could have uttered such filth.

Shang Xueyan's cheeks flushed red as he tried to sound as serious as possible while refusing, "No."

Maybe he shouldn’t go. After all, yesterday was practically his wedding night—it should be perfectly reasonable about taking a day off.

*Sigh*, "There’s no way I can get the day off," Shang Xueyan said irritably. "There’s a guest appearance by an award-winning film actor in this episode, which came through the director’s personal connections. His schedule's packed tight—unless I’m so sick I can’t get out of bed..."

"You won’t be too sick to get out of bed," Shang Xianwang cut off his cursing himself, placing both hands on Shang Xueyan’s shoulders and turning him around to face him. He smiled and said, "You’ll just be fucked so hard you can’t get up."

His brain short-circuited for a second.

What kind of filthy remark was his older brother making?

"Shall I take you to work?"

"Uh, yes, okay," Shang Xueyan replied, his cheeks flushed and his mind in disarray.

That must have been his imagination—such filthy words must've been his imagination.

There was no way his dignified, well-mannered, and humble older brother could have uttered such filth...

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Author's Note: Good night, xoxo [kiss][kiss][kiss]