All of the tents were set up around the campfire. On Ke Mingxuan’s left was Fang Rui, and on his right was Lin Jiayan, with about ten steps of distance between them, neither too close nor too far.

It’s unclear what Ke Mingxuan told Lin Jiayan at noon, but Young Master Lin, who usually felt uneasy seeing Bian Yiqiu and Ke Mingxuan together, didn’t seem to mind them sharing a tent. Instead, he was happily playing cards with Ruan Chengjie and Li Ze, not even glancing at them. Fatty looked up and greeted Bian Yiqiu, asking if he wanted to join in.

Bian Yiqiu replied, “No, you all play.”

He hadn’t slept well last night and was woken up early this morning by Ke Mingxuan. Now, he was incredibly tired and just wanted to sleep. After speaking, he turned around and was about to crawl into the tent.

Liang Ziyue, who was a few years older than them, called out to him, “Come over here and warm up your hands and feet first, or you definitely won’t be able to sleep.”

Bian Yiqiu thought for a moment, then walked over to the campfire and sat down next to Liang Ziyue. From across the burning flames, he glanced at Ke Mingxuan and Fang Rui. The two seemed to be discussing something serious. Fang Rui was speaking with a stern expression, while Ke Mingxuan, holding half a bottle of Martell, occasionally took a sip, his expression unusually serious.

Liang Ziyue handed him a mini bottle of whiskey.

He took it, unscrewed the cap, drank a couple of sips, and said, “Thank you.”

Liang Ziyue chuckled, “Mingxuan’s friends are our friends, you don’t need to be so polite.”

Bian Yiqiu smiled back, a genuine smile.

Liang Ziyue was a very gentle person, in his early thirties, married with a two-year-old daughter. He was currently a deputy bureau-level leader. Given Liang’s family’s political background, it was certain he would have a stable and upward career path. Since he hadn’t ventured into business, his upright character as a public servant stood out, which made him quite different from the others. Bian Yiqiu found it curious how he could have such a good relationship with these young masters, who didn’t exactly seem like the most virtuous of people.

Of course, if we’re talking about the “young masters,” Liang Ziyue would definitely be one of them. However, he was different from the arrogance and domineering attitude of Ke Mingxuan, the reserved and aloof nature of Fang Rui, the steady and sharp demeanor of Ruan Chengjie, the smooth and diplomatic personality of Li Ze, the arrogant attitude of Lin Jiayan, and the thoughtful and meticulous side of Fatty. His presence was pleasant and sincere, making it easy for people to lower their guard around him.

Liang Ziyue showed him a photo of his daughter on his phone. The two-year-old was a beautiful little girl, fair and delicate, with big eyes that blinked brightly, her small mouth pouting in a way that was absolutely adorable.

Bian Yiqiu’s childhood had been far from pleasant, so he didn’t really have much of a reaction to children. But undeniably, if such a well-behaved and pretty little girl were standing in front of him, looking up and softly calling him “Daddy,” his heart would surely melt instantly. But that opportunity would never come for him in this lifetime, so he couldn’t help but feel a little more fond of Liang Ziyue’s daughter, glancing at the photo a little longer.

Ke Mingxuan casually glanced over at Bian Yiqiu during a pause between drinks and almost thought he had drunk too much and was seeing things. He had never seen such a gentle expression on Bian Yiqiu’s face before—gentle to the point of being almost cautious, as if he wasn’t holding a phone but cradling a delicate and fragile little life. This expression, so starkly different from his usual demeanor and nature, caused Ke Mingxuan to pause, completely caught off guard.

As for Bian Yiqiu, he likely didn’t even realize what kind of expression was on his face, so of course, he didn’t notice Ke Mingxuan’s gaze.

After looking at the photo, he handed the phone back to Liang Ziyue. They talked about other things for a while, and once the last of the whiskey was finished and the warmth from the fire had seeped into his body, he finally decided to head to bed.

This time, Liang Ziyue didn’t try to keep him. He simply said, “Good night,” added a half-dried wooden log to the fire, and then stood up to return to his own tent.

Ke Mingxuan had prepared a double sleeping bag. Bian Yiqiu’s mind was too foggy to wonder why it was a double sleeping bag instead of two separate ones. With his eyes closed, he quickly took off his clothes and tossed them aside, swiftly slipping into the bag.

The tent was insulated with a moisture-proof mat and a blanket, and the burning fire kept the warmth inside. Bian Yiqiu quickly fell asleep, not even noticing when Ke Mingxuan had joined him.

In the middle of the night, the fire outside faded, and the air grew colder. Bian Yiqiu shivered slightly. He turned over, instinctively reaching for the warmth beside him, snuggling up to what felt like a human furnace, before drifting back into a peaceful sleep. But after a while, probably because he wasn’t comfortable with the position, Bian Yiqiu began to shift restlessly.

Ke Mingxuan had just fallen asleep when Bian Yiqiu’s restless movements woke him. Half-awake, he reached out and pulled Bian Yiqiu into his arms, holding him tightly to keep him from moving any further.

In his dream, Bian Yiqiu felt like someone was trying to smother him, so he instinctively threw a punch, landing squarely on Ke Mingxuan’s chin.

Ke Mingxuan was caught off guard by the hit. Though the force was weaker in his sleep, the punch still enraged him. He flipped Bian Yiqiu over and slapped his ass twice.

Bian Yiqiu was dazed by the slaps, thinking he was dreaming. His sluggish mind took a few seconds to process that he had actually been hit, and immediately, rage surged in his chest. He kicked out with his leg: “I’ll fuck your grandfather!”

Ke Mingxuan was startled awake by the commotion and quickly shoved Bian Yiqiu’s leg aside. A muffled groan escaped from Bian Yiqiu immediately after.

“Ke Mingxuan, I don’t want to fight today!” Bian Yiqiu muttered.

“We’re not fighting, we’re having sex,” Ke Mingxuan replied, seizing his ankle and pushing down.

 “Are you sick?” Bian Yiqiu shoved him off, turned over, and rolled to the other side of the sleeping bag. “If you’re in heat, just handle it yourself. I’m dead tired.”

“Fine, I’ll take care of it myself,” Ke Mingxuan said, pulling out his phone from beneath his pillow.

The screen’s glow lit up faintly in the darkness. Bian Yiqiu thought he was probably going to watch some adult videos to set the mood and didn’t pay it any mind, closing his eyes to continue sleeping.

“Bian Yiqiu, let’s try something different next time.”

Bian Yiqiu didn’t respond.

Ke Mingxuan continued, “How about some restraint play? You looked so damn enticing all tied up and naked. Nine out of ten guys would get aroused…”

“You bastard!” Even in his sleepiness, Bian Yiqiu realized what Ke Mingxuan was watching. He cursed and lunged at him, trying to grab his phone.

It was as if Ke Mingxuan had been waiting for him to pounce. He quickly dodged to the side with the phone, leaving Bian Yiqiu to miss and fall right into his arms.

“Is Boss Bian in such a hurry to throw himself into my arms?”

“Fuck you—damn it!”

Ke Mingxuan did roll, but he did so while holding him. They rolled once inside the sleeping bag before he tossed the phone into the corner.

Bian Yiqiu hurried to grab the phone, but Ke Mingxuan held onto his waist, not letting him. The two of them, like children, started wrestling in the tent.

The space was cramped, and since both men were over 185 cm tall, they couldn’t fully stretch out, so it wasn’t a real fight like usual. Bian Yiqiu’s goal was to get the phone, while Ke Mingxuan’s aim was to either pull him back before he got it or use his foot to kick the phone aside, making Boss Bian frustrated that he couldn’t reach it.

“Didn’t I delete that photo?” Bian Yiqiu asked.

“You are too naive. I’ve already uploaded a backup,” Ke Mingxuan replied.

“What the hell do you want?” Bian Yiqiu shouted.

“Send this photo to all your enemies and subordinates when you’re being disobedient, let them see the lewd side of Boss Bian.”

“…I’ll be damned if I don’t kill you right now!”

Bian Yiqiu was truly enraged, putting all his strength into a charge, swiftly grabbing Ke Mingxuan by the neck, “Do you really think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?”

“Aren’t you… actually putting that thought into action right now…?”

Bian Yiqiu applied more force, and for a moment, Ke Mingxuan couldn’t break free. He tilted his head back, mouth open, breathing heavily in short bursts. But there was no trace of fear on his face; in fact, the corners of his lips were even slightly lifted.

Warning : NFSW content

Bian Yiqiu looked down at him from above. The tent was dark, with only the faint, weak light from the phone thrown in the corner providing enough illumination to make out the figure before him. Even on the brink of death, the man was still able to smile. His eyes, shimmering with a captivating gleam, were breathtakingly beautiful, like two deep pools swirling with intense, irresistible power. They drew Bian Yiqiu closer, little by little, until he realized too late that his lips were already pressed against his.

Ke Mingxuan held his back, pulling him closer until they were pressed together. His palm traveled upward along the spine, resting on the back of his head, leaving no room for retreat.

The grip on the neck relaxed instinctively. The surge of passion came suddenly, fierce and unpredictable, as if it had sprung from nowhere, yet also felt like something that had been hidden for a long time, waiting to be released. Their mouths collided with reckless urgency, a fierce and violent hunger tempered by an intense, almost possessive tenderness. Teeth ground together, lips were torn and bloodied, and their saliva mixed with the raw taste of blood, spilling almost uncontrollably from the edges of their lips.

Tongues pushed and licked inside each other’s mouths, exploring every corner aggressively, neither willing to yield. Soon, the sound of saliva was audible, stimulating other parts of their bodies to rise rapidly.

Their bodies felt as if they were on fire on the cold winter night, with the sound of racing blood almost audible in the stillness. Their engorged and swollen member rubbed against one another. As Ke Mingxuan continued to ravage Bian Yiqiu’s lips, his hand slipped into his pants.

Cool fingers touched the hot shaft, making Bian Yiqiu moan in pleasure. Ke Mingxuan bit gently on Bian Yiqiu’s lower lip and flipped over, pinning him down. He licked down along the trail of saliva, lightly sucking on Bian Yiqiu’s Adam’s apple, prompting a sharper intake of breath beside his ear.

“Damn!” Boss Bian didn’t know who he was cursing, but his body was clearly surrendered to desire. Without a thought of resistance, he arched his back, pushing himself into Ke Mingxuan’s hand. “Hurry up.”

“Don’t rush,” Ke Mingxuan murmured as his lips moved back from his neck to lick his lips. When Bian Yiqiu opened his mouth to respond, Ke Mingxuan pulled back slightly. As Bian Yiqiu followed, Ke Mingxuan retreated, teasing like a cat that hadn’t had its fill.

Unable to hold back any longer, Bian Yiqiu grabbed Ke Mingxuan by the collar and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Their lips and tongues clashed in a fiery, intense meeting. They twisted and tangled, pulling each other closer, both caught up in the passion and ecstasy of the moment.

The sensitive interior of their mouths was relentlessly teased, a sensation unlike intercourse, yet sparking a thrilling, tingling excitement. It spread rapidly through their bodies, igniting every nerve. Breathless from the intensity of the kiss, neither of them wanted to pull away. Their lips remained perfectly aligned, lingering tenderly, as if determined to stay entwined forever.

The cock in Ke Mingxuan’s hand was as hard as a loaded steel gun, standing upright, a slight touch could make pre-cum leak from the tip. Bian Yiqiu felt as though a wild, blindfolded horse was thrashing in his lower abdomen, desperately seeking a way out. The hot, thick length between Ke Mingxuan’s legs pressed assertively against his thigh.

Bian Yiqiu was never one to suppress desires. By this point, denying him satisfaction wasn’t an option. He moved his hips back and forth against Ke Mingxuan’s hand, his rapid, heavy breaths escaping his throat, inciting the hardness below Ke Mingxuan to the brink of explosion.

“Help me take it out.”

Bian Yiqiu’s mind was clouded by intense desire, leaving him unable to think clearly. His hand instinctively moved downward, skillfully tugging at Ke Mingxuan’s waistband to pull out the hot and throbbing cock, starting to stroke it firmly.

“Slow down, damn, why are you in such a rush…”

“I am in a rush. Do you even know how to help someone stroke?”

Ke Mingxuan chuckled at his tone: “I only know how to fuck, not how to help someone stroke.”

“You really are something,” Bian Yiqiu snickered. Holding Ke Mingxuan’s cock, he leisurely stroked the length, drawing out a  prolonged, gratifying groan from the man atop him. “Does it feels good?”

“Not bad, keep going.” Ke Mingxuan’s breath was slightly uneven, yet his words sounded composed.

Bian Yiqiu leaned next to his ear, asking in a deep, enticing voice, “Does Young Master Ke want to feel even better?”

Ke Mingxuan raised an eyebrow in the dark, “How exactly do you want it?”

Bian Yiqiu licked his earlobe, his wet tongue swirling inside the ear, slipping two fiery words straight into Young Master Ke’s eardrum.

“Fuck me.”

Ke Mingxuan’s forehead throbbed with veins, his mind clouded and dizzy. Even a saint would struggle with the power of Bian Yiqiu’s words. They were like sparks igniting in his ear, spreading through his veins and setting his body on fire. The heat rushed through him, overwhelming him with desire, his need flaring with every touch.

“Boss Bian, your reckless antics have reached a new level,” Ke Mingxuan gasp, attempting to flip him over, but Bian Yiqiu stopped him with his knee.

“On one condition, Young Master Ke.”

“What condition?”

“Give me a blowjob first.”

Ke Mingxuan narrowed his eyes and leaned over Bian Yiqiu without responding.

The phone’s light had dimmed, leaving the tent in complete darkness. Perhaps it was a trick of the imagination, but Bian Yiqiu felt as though Ke Mingxuan’s eyes were glowing with a beast-like, dangerous green light, ready to leap and tear him apart.

“Boss Bian sure knows how to never lose out,’ Ke Mingxuan’s tone seemed to carry a smile. The oppressive tension from before melted away. Without waiting for Bian Yiqiu’s response, he moved  back, then bent down and took Bian Yiqiu’s cock into his mouth.

“Ah…” Being enveloped by a warm and moist mouth making Bian Yiqiu felt so good that he was on the brink of climaxing right then and there. He tightly gripped the sleeping bag beneath him, trying hard to quell the intense pleasure and avoid the embarrassment of premature ejaculation. He had never expected Ke Mingxuan to compromise so easily. He had initially prepared an entire strategy to persuade him, but now, not a single word was needed. Just the thought that the person between his legs was Young Master Ke sent waves of tingling pleasure rushing to his brain, leaving him unable to think or breathe normally.

Ke Mingxuan had never served anyone like this before, so he had no technique to speak of. However, his past lovers often pleased him with oral sex, so he knew how to make Bian Yiqiu comfortable. Licking, sucking, swallowing, prodding, and even deep-throating — he executed each action quite well. Though not very skillful, every movement made Bian Yiqiu feel like he was in heaven. Yet, just at the moment Bian Yiqiu wanted to come, Ke Mingxuan moved away from the moist shaft, instead licking and kissing along his thighs and groin. His teeth lightly nibbled the incredibly sensitive soft flesh, applying just the right pressure to drive Bian Yiqiu to distraction.

“Ke Mingxuan, Ke Mingxuan…”

Young Master Ke was aware that Bian Yiqiu was approaching his peak, but he simply wouldn’t allow it. While biting and kissing his thigh, he used two fingers to gently knead the swollen sac.

“No, I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to come…”

Bian Yiqiu bit his lip. Seeing that Ke Mingxuan had no intention of finishing him off, he decided to take matters into his own hands. But before his fingers even reached his cock, Ke Mingxuan ruthlessly pushed them away and clamped down on the base of his manhood.

“You’ve got some guts to negotiate with me,” Ke Mingxuan said.

“I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have let you, Young Master Ke, give me a… mm…” Boss Bian hadn’t finished speaking when Ke Mingxuan bent down, lowering himself to take the neglected massive cock back into his mouth, letting it reach deep into his throat before tightening his cheeks and sucking.

“Ah, ah, ah, mm, mm, mm…”

The climax came too suddenly and violently, catching Bian Yiqiu completely off guard. He came with overwhelming intensity, his whole body spasming and his legs trembling, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. He shoved his fist into his mouth to stifle the cries threatening to burst from his throat, while the muffled whimpers made Ke Mingxuan’s eyes darken with boundless desire.

Ke Mingxuan removed the fist and leaned in to kiss him. In a dazed state of compliance, Bian Yiqiu accepted as Young Master Ke transferred the salty cum he hadn’t swallowed into his mouth, firmly squeezing his jaw to make him swallow it down.

“Cough, cough… Ke Mingxuan… you bastard!”

“Now it’s your turn to serve, Boss Bian.”