The two of them polished off an entire bottle of Romanée-Conti as Bian Yiqiu dramatically recounted the highs and lows of his first thirty years. Most of the wine, unsurprisingly, ended up in his stomach.

Though red wine wasn’t that strong, it packed a punch when it kicked in. And as for Bian Yiqiu’s drinking capacity? Let’s just say it was downright pathetic—battle power in the negatives.

Ke Mingxuan tilted his head to glance at the man leaning against his chest. Bian Yiqiu, completely tipsy, was still rambling on about his glorious past, where he single-handedly took down eighteen thugs. Smiling faintly, Ke Mingxuan lowered his head, planted a gentle kiss on the man’s temple, and carefully took the glass from his hand, placing it on the table.

“Alright, we’ll continue this tomorrow. For now, it’s time to head down and get some sleep.”

Bian Yiqiu grumbled in protest, “It’s so early… Why the hell would we sleep now…”

“It’s not early anymore; it’s already past midnight,” Ke Mingxuan said as he helped him up and guided him downstairs.

“It’s only midnight… I’m not done talking yet…”

“Tomorrow,” Ke Mingxuan replied.

“Oh.” Bian Yiqiu, surprisingly easygoing, shut his mouth without protest.

As they stepped onto the stairs, he suddenly called out, “Ke Mingxuan.”

Ke Mingxuan responded, “Hmm?”

Bian Yiqiu said, “Why don’t you tell me about your childhood sometime?”

“My childhood’s nothing worth talking about. Just like everyone else—preschool, elementary school, middle school. Where’s the excitement in that compared to your wild, earth-shaking life?”

That was the honest truth. Before meeting Bian Yiqiu, Young Master Ke thought his life had been pretty eventful and unique. But after meeting Bian Yiqiu, he realized his own life seemed smooth and insignificant in comparison.

He couldn’t figure out where this man got such an incredible will to live. Bian Yiqiu was like a tenacious blade of grass. No matter how harsh the environment or how fierce the storms, as long as he wasn’t uprooted and utterly destroyed, he would rise with a smile, trampling all hardships beneath his feet. He stood taller and lived better than anyone else.

Ke Mingxuan felt incredibly lucky to have met someone like Bian Yiqiu.

“Still, I want to hear it,” Bian Yiqiu mumbled.

The two of them had exchanged stories of their pasts. With the lives they’d already shared and the future they’d walk together, this lifetime felt complete.

Ke Mingxuan chuckled. “Alright.”

But Boss Bian never made it to hearing Young Master Ke’s childhood tales. After being tossed into the bathtub, scrubbed clean, and deposited onto the bed, he promptly fell asleep.

On their first night living together, the two of them ended up sleeping in the most ridiculously innocent way possible.

The next day happened to be a weekend, so Ke Mingxuan didn’t need to work. When Bian Yiqiu woke up, the other side of the bed was empty. Yawning, he rolled over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. It was 10:40 a.m.—no wonder his stomach was starting to grumble.

He got out of bed, opened the door, and stepped into the hallway just as Ke Mingxuan walked out of the gym.

In the still-chilly spring weather, Young Master Ke was dressed in just a snug-fitting T-shirt and a pair of loose camouflage pants, with a towel draped around his neck. His forehead was slick with sweat, and he looked maddeningly sexy.

Leaning against the doorway like a proper rogue, Bian Yiqiu let out a low whistle and blatantly ogled the perfectly sculpted muscles under Ke Mingxuan’s shirt. His eyes practically glowed green, like a wolf eyeing its prey.

Ke Mingxuan stopped in front of him and, with complete seriousness, asked, “Hungry?”

Bian Yiqiu nodded eagerly, wasting no time at all.

Ke Mingxuan chuckled. “Where should I feed you first?”

Boss Bian narrowed his eyes and licked his lips, his scorching gaze unapologetically sliding over Ke Mingxuan’s body twice. “You guess.”

Without missing a beat, Ke Mingxuan hooked his neck and kissed him, pushing his tongue past his lips with ease, diving deep into his mouth. He kissed every corner thoroughly, then, his voice hoarse, pulled back just enough to ask, “Want to fight?”

 “Hungry, can’t fight.” As soon as he finished speaking, Boss Bian grabbed Young Master Ke by the collar of his T-shirt, pulling him close and kissing him once again. In this lip-locked embrace, they stumbled back onto the perfectly firm and soft king-size bed.

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Desire erupted without warning, skipping any pretense of buildup, igniting into an all-consuming blaze. Sex between men was always raw and intense—no matter how fiercely they sucked, biting, licking, or grinding, it wasn’t enough to quench the searing thirst coursing through their bodies. Heavy panting soon filled the sunlight-drenched bedroom. Ke Mingxuan barely managed to push his pants low enough before he was pressing his hot, throbbing cock against Bian’s entrance, his body trembling with urgency.

Bian Yiqiu had only thrown on a loose robe when he got up—Ke Mingxuan’s robe, no less—which had already been torn off and discarded by the impatient young master.

Ke Mingxuan pinned him down, kissing him with maddening tenderness. His cock rigid and searing like a brand, teased and prodded the cleft between Bian’s ass, sliding and pressing relentlessly. Pre-cum soon slickened the entrance, but like a cat toying with its prey, he only circled the rim, refusing to go in.

Bian Yiqiu was seething inside. His entrance was both numb and achingly sensitive from the relentless teasing. He wanted to bark, “Are you going in or not? If not, get lost!” but found his tongue firmly trapped in the other man’s mouth. Left with no choice, he could only glare furiously.

Ke Mingxuan bit down softly on his lower lip, deliberately drawing out the moment. “Want it?”

“If you’re not up for it, I can always—mmph…” Before he could finish, Ke thrust forward in one swift motion, sinking deep inside.

The intrusion was raw and brutal. There wasn’t nearly enough slick, Bian Yiqiu felt as though he’d been split in two. Luckily, his years of surviving countless near-fatal injuries had made him more than tolerant of pain. He only grunted, brows furrowing tightly, though inwardly he cursed, This bastard’s thing might as well belong to a damn donkey.

Ke Mingxuan leaned down, dropping a kiss on his furrowed brow, suprisingly refraining from slam all the way in like he usually did. But Bian Yiqiu wasn’t feeling charitable enough to appreciate such gesture. The thick cock stretched him unbearably, stuff halfway at the tight ring of muscle leaving a dull ache that was neither satisfying nor tolerable.

Bian Yiqiu was at his limit. “Either hurry up and get in, or get the hell out!”

Despite already being buried halfway inside, Ke Mingxuan still managed to keep a straight face as he said, “I’m just worried about hurting you.”

Bian Yiqiu snorted coldly. “As if you’ve never hurt me before. Cut the crap!”

Ke Mingxuan chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. “Boss Bian, are you dying for me to fuck you hard?”

Bian Yiqiu saw through his intentions right away and glared without responding. Ke Mingxuan took it as an invitation to keep going. “Baby, how about we switch to cowgirl?”

“What?” Bian Yiqiu thought he must have misheard.

Ke Mingxuan leaned in, his voice dropping into a sinful purr as he whispered into his ear, “Use your ass to fuck me.”

Boss Bian’s eyes widened in shock. Agreeing to get fucked was one thing; but actively taking the lead? It was a whole different ballgame. Sure, he’d done riding plenty of times before—but that was always someone else bouncing on him, twisting their hips and moaning their lungs out.

The thought of straddling Ke Mingxuan, with that massive cock filling him as he shamelessly lowered himself down, made his face flush red with rage. His bloodshot eyes bore into Ke Mingxuan’s face, practically drilling holes into him.

Ke Mingxuan met his gaze and knew he’d pushed it too far this time. He was about to thrust hard and give the man some proper satisfaction to ease his anger when, to his surprise, Bian Yiqiu suddenly flipped him over and pinned him down.

In the process, the cock that had only been partially inside slipped out. Bian Yiqiu now straddled Ke Mingxuan’s toned waist, hands planted firmly on his chest, glaring daggers at him like an enraged lion.

Ke Mingxuan’s first thought was, Crap, he’s about to lose it. He had a feeling his own ass might not escape unscathed today. Not that he minded the idea entirely—it wasn’t like he hadn’t considered switching roles every now and then. After all, his Boss Bian was a true alpha male. If he didn’t let him fuck, who knew if the guy might go find someone else to fuck?

What Ke Mingxuan didn’t expect, though, was for Bian Yiqiu to grab his rock-hard cock, position it at his entrance, and—without saying anything—start lowering himself down.

Ke Mingxuan’s face drained of color. “Baby, wait, I was wrong! I was joking! Don’t do this!”

Bian Yiqiu knelt on the bed, his knees braced for support as he lifted his body slightly. His bare lower half, completely exposed, revealed the still-slick entrance that Ke Mingxuan had just forced open. It hovered right above the swollen tip of Ke Mingxuan’s cock. One downward motion, and it’d go all the way in, to the hilt.

But this wasn’t something to joke about. Attempting cowgirl position for the first time without proper preparation wasn’t just risky for the one taking—it could even break the “equipment” of the one on the bottom.

Bian Yiqiu didn’t say a word. He stayed in his commanding position, raising an eyebrow as if to taunt him: Isn’t riding what you wanted? Let’s play. What are you scared of?

Ke Mingxuan got the message loud and clear, his expression shifting to one of panic. He gripped Bian Yiqiu’s waist tightly. “I’m worried about you getting hurt. There’s lube in the drawer—let’s do this properly, okay?”

Bian Yiqiu’s lips curled into a faint smirk. “Alright,” he said, reaching over to pull open the drawer and grab the bottle of lube.

But for some reason, the smile on his face made Ke Mingxuan feel like something was off, like he’d just walked into a trap. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw Bian Yiqiu pick up a bathrobe belt alongside the lube.

Ke Mingxuan swallowed hard, his mind racing. So he wants to try bondage now? Fine. If it made his Bian happy, he was willing to play along. Worst case, he’d just end up tied up and thoroughly fucked—it wasn’t like he hadn’t had his way with Bian Yiqiu plenty of times. Letting him take charge for once didn’t seem like a big deal.

So when Bian Yiqiu tied the bathrobe belt over Ke Mingxuan’s eyes, he didn’t resist. When Bian Yiqiu secured his wrists, Ke Mingxuan stayed relaxed. But when Bian pushed his T-shirt up, yanked his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, and placed a firm hand on his ass, Ke Mingxuan couldn’t help but tense up.

He couldn’t help it. Even with all his experience, Ke Mingxuan had never been in a situation like this. For someone used to being in control, suddenly finding himself at another’s mercy was more than a little unsettling.

Bian Yiqiu noticed, of course, and scoffed. “What are you so tense for? Relax—I’m not planning to fuck you today.”

“…” Ke Mingxuan stayed silent for three full seconds before blurting, “Just fuck me already.” If Bian Yiqiu wasn’t planning to do it, then something even more terrifying was clearly in store.

To his credit, Ke Mingxuan knew Bian Yiqiu far too well. Unfortunately, his realization came a little too late. What followed was, without question, the most unforgettable experience of Ke Mingxuan’s almost thirty years of life—both the sweetest ecstasy and the most excruciating torment all rolled into one. It drove him to the brink, every moment teetering between bliss and agony.

When a person’s vision is taken away, their other senses sharpen to extremes. Every kiss Bian Yiqiu placed on his skin, every touch that roamed his body, every sigh and moan that slipped into his ears—all were amplified, magnified, replaying endlessly in his mind. They weaved together into a kaleidoscopic, dreamlike haze of pleasure and torment, completely overtaking him.

He could feel Bian Yiqiu’s heated breath, the scorching touch of his skin, the erratic pounding of his heart, and the overwhelming air of desire. Every stroke, every lick pushed his body’s temperature higher and higher, his stiffened cock already leaking, desperate for somewhere soft and warm to plunge into. He wanted to thrust, to grind, to flip this maddening man beneath him and fuck him ruthlessly.

His breathing grew heavier, a rough rasp clawing its way up his throat as if he’d swallowed a burning coal. The ache inside him burned hotter, every nerve alight with unbearable need.

“Baby…” Propping himself up, he leaned in, hoping for a kiss, only to be pushed back mercilessly by Bian Yiqiu.

“Don’t move,” came the cold command.

“I’m so fucking hard, I’m about to—ah!” Ke Mingxuan’s complaint turned into a sharp gasp as Bian Yiqiu wrapped his hand firmly around his cock. His hot palm, slick with lube, slid slowly from the tip downward. The sensation was torturous—wet, sticky, and scorching, mimicking the tightness of a place Ke Mingxuan was dying to be in. He couldn’t stop the hiss of pleasure escaping his lips, his hips instinctively bucking upward.

“Move again, and see what happens,” Bian Yiqiu warned, his voice even colder.

Ke Mingxuan froze. No way he’d risk it—not with his most vital part in someone else’s grasp.

Bian Yiqiu didn’t rush. His hand worked with infuriating patience, spreading the lubricant meticulously along every ridge and curve of Ke Mingxuan’s impressive length. Even the heavy sac beneath wasn’t spared, kneaded and teased until Ke Mingxuan’s muscles quivered from overstimulation.

Ke Mingxuan’s bound hands clenched and unclenched in frustration, his entire body burning as though suspended over a flame. Beads of sweat pooled and trailed down his sculpted chest and abdomen, tracing his chiseled muscles before dripping onto the sheets.

Bian Yiqiu leaned down, tongue flicking over Ke Mingxuan’s abs, and that small, deliberate act broke something inside him. A deep, guttural growl escaped his throat.

“Bian Yiqiu! Master Bian! Quit messing around!”

“Already giving up?” Bian Yiqiu’s lips curled into a sly smirk, one that Ke Mingxuan couldn’t see, thanks to the blindfold.

“I’m done! I’m seriously about to explode! Baby, just do whatever you want—just end this!”

“Relax,” Bian Yiqiu said, his tone infuriatingly composed. “The best part’s still to come.”

With that, he straddled Ke Mingxuan’s waist again, guiding the thoroughly-lubed cock to his entrance. Slowly, deliberately, he lowered himself down.

Ke Mingxuan felt like he was on the verge of breaking. He could vividly sense Bian Yiqiu’s soft, warm insides stretching to take him in, inch by agonizing inch. The tight embrace of slick walls clinging to him, the subtle tremble of muscles adjusting, and the low groans Bian Yiqiu let out from being stretched—all of it overloaded his senses. When he was fully seated inside, Bian Yiqiu’s body shuddered uncontrollably, the involuntary spasms of pleasure almost enough to drive Ke Mingxuan over the edge.

He wanted to rip off the restraints, tear away the blindfold, and take it all in. He wanted to see Bian Yiqiu’s face—his expression, his eyes, the way his body moved as he rose and fell. He wanted to grab hold of his waist, gripped his ass, and anchor that powerful body tightly against him. He wanted to drive himself deeper, farther than anyone else ever had, and claim every inch of this man—his body, his heart, his very soul.

But he couldn’t see him. He couldn’t touch him. Hell, he couldn’t even dare to move without risking Bian Yiqiu’s displeasure.

This was payback. Ke Mingxuan knew it. A perfect, merciless retaliation for suggesting they try cowgirl. Not only had Bian Yiqiu agreed, but he’d gone all in—giving him exactly what he asked for, and then some. Bian Yiqiu had truly used his ass to “ride” him with a vengeance.

Still, that raw, intoxicating sight of Bian Yiqiu straddling him, moving with untamed allure, was something Ke would never get to witness. For the rest of his life, it would remain nothing more than a tantalizing fantasy burned into his imagination.