“I want to be with you.”

This straightforward sentence exploded like fireworks in Yan Chen’s ears.

His breathing became chaotic, and he kissed An Yi’s lips again. An Yi hooked his neck, responding passionately.

Like fish stranded on the shore, the two pressed together, exchanging wet kisses, waiting for the incoming wave to carry them into a sea of passion.

Clothes scattered on the floor.

An Yi was carried to the sofa by Yan Chen, who kissed him while unbuttoning his pants.

The temperature difference made An Yi’s body hair stand on end, and Yan Chen embraced him, “Are you cold?”

An Yi shook his head, not cold at all but rather stirred up by Yan Chen’s warmth. He ran his hand through Yan Chen’s tousled hair and caressed his back, murmuring, “You’re so warm.”

“And I’m even warmer here,” Yan Chen took his hand and placed it on his tightly stretched abdomen, “Feel it.”

An Yi felt the warmth, making his heart race.

Yan Chen hugged him tighter, leaning down to kiss his fair shoulder lightly, sighing softly, “Baby, I missed you so much.”

Baby.

When he saw it in a text message before, An Yi blushed only from the words. Now hearing Yan Chen call him that, with such explicit desire in his voice, slightly hoarse, An Yi couldn’t resist.

Such a…sultry situation.

He felt himself swelling from being called that.

He arched his back.

Yan Chen noticed and, mischievously, leaned close to An Yi’s ear, continuously calling him “baby.”

“Stop calling me that…” Unable to stop him, An Yi could only silence Yan Chen’s mouth with kisses.

Their clothes discarded, An Yi wrapped his legs around Yan Chen’s waist, saying in between kisses, “Let’s go upstairs. There’s shower gel in the bathroom.”

“I don’t want to use that.”

Yan Chen held his left ankle, with a forceful lift, he hoisted it onto his shoulders.

An Yi’s center of gravity was unstable, and he fell back onto the sofa with a low groan. He propped up his upper body and looked at Yan Chen, who leaned over to kiss his lifted thigh, holding his right leg with one hand, forcing him to maintain a wide-open posture.

An Yi’s face flushed, and he struggled to swallow his saliva.

Yan Chen’s dark, aggressive eyes were full of aggression, but his tone was extremely gentle. “Baby, don’t move. I promise you’ll feel good.”

Before the words fell, Yan Chen widened his legs even more and lowered his head.

An Yi’s waist was lifted into the air, and the next moment, his swollen organ plunged into the moist heat of a mouth. He couldn’t help but let out a low moan. He grabbed Yan Chen’s hair, his sweaty palms grasping the back of Yan Chen’s head, unsure whether he wanted to push away or pull him closer.

Yan Chen knelt between his legs, both hands gripping An Yi’s slender waist, preventing him from escaping.

An Yi’s member was beautiful, straight and long, with prominent veins winding along the shaft, incredibly sexy when fully erect.

Yan Chen deliberately traced the veins with his tongue from the base, reaching the top, then opened his mouth to take it all in, deep-throating.

An Yi had rarely masturbated in recent years, and Yan Chen giving him a blowjob was stimulating enough, let alone seeing such a pornographic scene. He could hardly control himself.

“I can’t hold it, I’m going to cum…”

An Yi pushed against Yan Chen’s shoulder with one foot, trying to push him away. But instead of leaving, Yan Chen gripped his ass even more. An Yi was driven mad by the intense pleasure. He called out Yan Chen’s name randomly, feeling Yan Chen enveloping his organ in another deep-throat. Unable to control himself, he tensed up suddenly, gasping lowly as he ejaculated.

In a daze, he heard Yan Chen chuckle.

An Yi rolled his Adam’s apple, trying to focus his gaze on Yan Chen’s face.

The milky liquid wetted the handsome face, with a trace hanging at the corner of Yan Chen’s mouth. The impact of this scene was no less than Yan Chen giving him a blowjob. An Yi’s heart pounded rapidly, his cheeks burning hot.

But what he didn’t expect was that Yan Chen directly wiped off the semen from the corner of his mouth with his fingertip, then put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it.

An Yi’s mind exploded, his scalp burning. It was unbearable.

“Baby, I also want to cum.” Yan Chen’s member was already painfully hard when he was giving him head. The taste of five years of restraint was just too much for him to bear.

He couldn’t wait to release.

An Yi’s orgasmic afterglow had not yet faded. He spread his legs, wanting to rub against Yan Chen’s organ, but Yan Chen positioned him on his side, legs together. Then he scraped off the semen on his face and smeared it on his own organ as a light lubricant before sliding it into the gap between An Yi’s thighs.

Although not yet inside, with each thrust, Yan Chen’s organ would press against An Yi’s scrotum or the base of his shaft. An Yi lowered his head, still able to see Yan Chen’s reddened glans rubbing against the inside of his thigh when he thrust.

An Yi’s organ, having just ejaculated, was now erect again.

The lascivious glans secreted precum, and with Yan Chen’s thrusts, a silver line dripped down, finally leaving a small wet spot on the genuine leather sofa.

Without intentionally prolonging it, Yan Chen soon ejaculated on An Yi’s butt.

Then he flipped An Yi over, kneeling on the sofa, and An Yi cooperatively lowered his waist, raising the reddened butt that had just been spanked, preparing for Yan Chen to enter inside him.

Yan Chen kissed his smooth back, trailing down along the concave spine, lingering at An Yi’s waist for a moment, then kissing down to his coccyx. An Yi felt his ass being held by the other’s hot palms, then spread apart. He shamefully buried his head in the pillow, and then he felt Yan Chen’s hot tongue licking between his butt.

“Ah…” An Yi exclaimed, wanting to escape, but Yan Chen held him down.

It was Yan Chen’s first time licking someone’s butt, not very skilled, but he was patient. With both having just ejaculated, under the lubrication of semen, Yan Chen soon licked An Yi’s butt wet and soft. He inserted a finger, and the tight hole immediately enveloped him.

“Baby… you’re so tight, relax a bit.”

An Yi bit his lip, took a deep breath, “Just do it.”

“No, I don’t want you to feel pain.” Yan Chen waited for him to adjust a bit, gently thrusting his finger. Although it had been a long time since he had done it, he still remembered An Yi’s sensitive spots. After a few strokes, An Yi’s crotch became even harder.

An Yi knelt with his knees a bit spread. When he relaxed, he had Yan Chen sit on the sofa while he bent down between Yan Chen’s legs, lowering his head to take in that impressively-sized member.

Yan Chen leaned back on the sofa, letting out a long sigh.

With one hand still inserted into An Yi’s ass, he thrust in and out, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. An Yi tightly closed his legs as his organ rubbed against Yan Chen’s fingers and the sofa, feeling a bit aroused.

He lifted his eyes and looked at Yan Chen. “Put it in, I want you.”

Yan Chen’s organ, already glistening from the blowjob, throbbed excitedly at An Yi’s words, tapping lightly on An Yi’s crimson cheek.

An Yi sat on Yan Chen’s lap, facing him. With one hand supporting Yan Chen’s thick and long organ, he aimed it at his softened entrance, slowly inserting it bit by bit, gradually lowering himself down.

At the moment of complete insertion, the two hugged tightly, exchanging a long and lingering deep kiss.

Yan Chen supported An Yi’s ass while lifting his waist and thrusting, causing An Yi to feel swollen and sore. But soon, his sensitive spots were stimulated repeatedly, and the tingling pleasure spread throughout his body, completely drowning out any discomfort.

“Ah… Yan Chen, slow down, slower…”

An Yi leaned against Yan Chen’s chest, swaying up and down with his movements. He could hear Yan Chen’s intense heartbeat, as if it would burst out of his chest.

It was very sexy, yet very reassuring.

Yan Chen hugged him tightly, withdrawing his entire organ before thrusting deeply again. An Yi comfortably whimpered against his chest.

“Is it comfortable?” Yan Chen asked hoarsely. “Does it hurt?”

An Yi shook his head, kissing his collarbone and chest. “No, it feels good.”

Yan Chen increased the speed of his thrusts, and An Yi’s moans grew louder. Yan Chen asked again, “Can I fuck you every day? You’re so hot inside, I don’t want to pull out.”

An Yi blushed and clenched his ass, almost making Yan Chen ejaculate.

Yan Chen grabbed An Yi’s ass tightly, leaving several red marks, “Baby, you need it badly.”

He carried him upstairs, his organ still inside him. With each step, it would withdraw and then thrust back in. An Yi felt embarrassed, pleading, “Please take it out first… it feels awkward like this.”

“Alright,” Yan Chen squeezed him against the floor-to-ceiling window in the second-floor bedroom, once again penetrating An Yi’s body from behind. “Is it still uncomfortable like this?”

An Yi was fucked until he was weak, his body burning, unable to utter a complete sentence.

His organ slapped against the cold glass window, and the precum wetted the glass. With Yan Chen’s thrusts, An Yi’s organ rubbed against the glass, making a shy gurgling sound.

“Slow down… mmm…”

An Yi wanted to ejaculate, his whole body tense.

This time, Yan Chen didn’t comply with his wishes, holding his waist tightly and fucking faster and deeper like a storm. The bedroom was filled with the sound of flesh pounding against flesh.

An Yi could hardly stand, the veins on his neck bulging. His hands pressed against the glass window, leaving two deformed handprints. He called out Yan Chen’s name, trembling all over as he ejaculated onto the glass. And the tight entrance, like a sucking mouth, made Yan Chen ejaculate too.

He hugged An Yi, satisfyingly kissing his sweaty neck, then reaching around to his face, turning it to meet his for a kiss.

That night, they messed around until dawn.

In the end, An Yi was too weak to even lift a finger. Yan Chen carried him to the shower, and An Yi leaned against him, letting Yan Chen wash him completely.

As he drifted off to sleep, Yan Chen gently tapped his face and handed him a glass of water. “Baby, have a sip.”

An Yi murmured softly, “I’m so sleepy.”

“Finish the water before sleeping, it’ll hydrate you.” Yan Chen paused, then continued, “You deserve a good rest.”

An Yi lay in bed and took two sips before turning his head and rolling into the blankets, falling asleep.

Yan Chen put down the cup of water, lifted the covers, and slipped in behind An Yi, resting his head against An Yi’s nape, closing his eyes.

When the sun was high in the sky, An Yi slowly woke up.

He was completely embraced by Yan Chen, sleeping warmly and securely, a scene he had longed for countless times. At this moment, he felt a bit surreal for a few seconds, as if he were still dreaming.

However, the warmth from behind quickly brought back vivid memories.

Recalling last night’s events, he felt feverish all over. He tried to move forward, away from the energetic Yan Chen, but as soon as he moved, Yan Chen tightened his arms around him, pulling him even closer, even closer than before.

An Yi’s face flushed even hotter.

Neither of them was wearing clothes.

At this moment, with the two of them so close together, it felt a bit dangerous.

An Yi stiffened, his drowsiness gone.

Yan Chen noticed that he was awake, so he turned An Yi over by pulling his shoulders.

Facing each other, they embraced. Yan Chen blinked his sleepy eyes and said, “Good morning.”

“Morning,” An Yi’s voice was hoarse, his tone unfamiliar.

Yan Chen smiled, leaning over to kiss his chin. “Are you hungry? Shall I order some porridge?”

An Yi nodded, watching as Yan Chen lifted the covers and got out of bed, his sturdy and well-built figure catching him off guard. He hurriedly pulled the covers up, covering half of his face, leaving only his eyes staring at Yan Chen.

Yan Chen put on his pants, grabbed both of their phones left downstairs, and returned to the bedroom. An Yi replied to unread messages while Yan Chen ordered two servings of porridge and side dishes, then poured An Yi another cup of warm water.

An Yi sat up, the blanket slipping down, revealing scattered hickeys.

Yan Chen stared at them intently, making An Yi feel embarrassed and a bit wary. “We can’t do it anymore, let’s rest for two days.”

“Okay,” Yan Chen smiled faintly, holding An Yi’s hand and looking at the old, faint scars on his wrist with complex emotions. “I’m sorry, I got too excited and couldn’t control myself last night.”

An Yi looked down at their intertwined hands and said, “Me too, but we have plenty of time ahead of us.”

Yan Chen nodded. “Yes.”

When they got out of bed to wash up, An Yi’s legs were trembling, making it difficult for him to even walk to the bathroom.

Yan Chen smiled and carried him to the sink.

An Yi stood on Yan Chen’s feet, and Yan Chen stood behind him, resting his chin on An Yi’s shoulder. “I’ll hold you, you wash up.”

Looking at him in the mirror, An Yi chuckled. “Why are you so clingy?”

Yan Chen tightened his arms around him, murmuring, “I just feel like it’s not quite real.”

He hadn’t expected things to progress so smoothly with An Yi. Since the day An Yi said they could start anew, he had been enveloped in this feeling of unreality. The happier and smoother things went, the more it felt like a dream.

“If I could, I’d stick to you 24/7.”

An Yi reached up to tousle Yan Chen’s hair, smiling. “Then stick to me.”

After washing up, Yan Chen helped An Yi get dressed and brought the porridge.

As they ate, Xie Nancang called to ask about An Yi’s plans for the day. He and Xiao Xie were only staying in Xichuan for two days before returning to Ling’an. They had planned to hang out in Xichuan today, but given An Yi’s current situation, even going downstairs was a task carried out by Yan Chen, let alone going out to accompany them.

An Yi hesitated in his response, but Xie Nancang already understood.

“It’s okay, just rest well,” Xie Nancang was very gentle, not making An Yi feel awkward at all. “I guess it’s just Neil and me time.”

An Yi felt a little guilty; Xie Nancang and the others had come to Xichuan because of him, but he ended up standing them up.

“Let’s video call on New Year’s Eve,” Xie Nancang suggested. “Grandpa will miss you if you’re not here, and make sure to come back often in the future.”

“Okay,” An Yi agreed. “I’ll visit him after the New Year.”

After hanging up the phone, Yan Chen refilled An Yi’s bowl with hot porridge.

Since they weren’t going out that day, the two planned to eat and then go back upstairs to sleep for a while.

However, when An Yi went to the bathroom before bed, he hesitated. Last night, they had both been unrestrained, and now, peeing felt slightly painful and there wasn’t much urine. Yan Chen comforted him and urged him to drink some water.

Throughout the day, drinking plenty of water helped alleviate the symptoms.

An Yi felt so embarrassed that he wished he could find a hole to hide in.

Especially when he saw the dried traces on the bedroom window, he felt even more embarrassed.

Unable to sleep anymore, he urged Yan Chen to clean the glass. Yan Chen was like a gun in his hand, targeting wherever needed. After spending a whole day cleaning the house, the battlefield was finally cleared.

With his energy somewhat restored in the evening, An Yi wanted to go back for Qiuqiu. So, he and Yan Chen went to the villa together, intending to bring the little orange cat back home.

Quiqui had been enjoying the luxury of a single cat room in the villa, complete with a fitness wheel to exercise, a closet full of exquisite clothes, and various cat climbing frames for entertainment. Qiuqiu seemed a bit indifferent, not very enthusiastic about seeing An Yi, lazily lying in the cat’s nest on a high perch, squinting his eyes and glancing at An Yi.

An Yi: “…”

He had witnessed Yan Chen’s degree of indulgence towards this cat before. He used to be willing to sell furniture and eat instant noodles just to buy the most expensive cat food and canned food for the furball.

Now, it seemed that Yan Chen’s disposable income wasn’t enough before.

“Are you treating it like an emperor?” An Yi couldn’t help but laugh.

Yan Chen pointed to the side of the sunroom. “I’m digging a fish pond there. I plan to raise some fish fry.”

“…” An Yi was surprised. “To let it catch them?”

Yan Chen nodded. “It should like it.”

Before An Yi could say anything, Yan Chen took his hand and said seriously, “Stay here with me. Let’s take good care of it together.”

An Yi choked up, Yan Chen’s gaze was too eager, and he couldn’t bring himself to refuse.

After a moment of silence, he said, “Let’s just sleep here tonight.”

As for living together, he felt that he needed some more time. Perhaps some people needed to maintain a certain distance to get along more harmoniously. Being too eager to integrate into each other’s lives might lead to conflicts in the future.

He wasn’t sure if he and Yan Chen would repeat the same mistakes if they spent all their time together.

He preferred to take it slow.

Living together required adjustment in all aspects. Starting over, he didn’t want to become completely dependent on Yan Chen.

He wanted to be a tree that could withstand wind and rain and stand on its own.

Yan Chen didn’t want to force him.

An Yi agreed to stay for the night, which was already a big step for him.

The furnishings in the upstairs bedroom remained the same as they were five years ago when they were together. An Yi’s clothes still hung in the wardrobe. Yan Chen found a set of pajamas and handed them to him.

“It was just washed. You used to like wearing this the most.”

An Yi smiled, took them, but said nothing.

Before changing into the pajamas, he went to the bathroom to wash up, while Yan Chen watched his silhouette through the crack in the door, his eyes turning red.

Before going to bed, the two cuddled for a long time. An Yi hadn’t fully recovered from his exhaustion and soon fell asleep nestled in Yan Chen’s arms, while Yan Chen held him but couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard he tried.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him, why he still felt unsettled even when holding him.

Excitement mixed with a little bit of melancholy made his heart soak in sugary salt water, sometimes surging with sweetness, sometimes being soaked with bitterness.

Yan Chen’s stomach felt empty, and the familiar neural pain spread from his abdomen.

He quietly got up, took out a pill box from the drawer, and swallowed two pills. He glanced at the bed, where An Yi was sleeping on his side, half of his face buried in the covers, breathing calmly and peacefully. Yan Chen rubbed his face, went downstairs, and lit a cigarette.

The door closed softly behind him.

Afterwards, the person lying on the bed slowly opened their eyes.

In the dim light, An Yi spaced out for a moment, then sat up. He pulled open a drawer and saw it filled with pill bottles.

He didn’t need to read the labels closely because he was already familiar with those pill bottles’ packaging.

His face turned pale. He remembered asking Yan Chen twice about his stomach illness. Yan Chen had always brushed it off lightly, saying, “I’m fine now” or “I’m not taking them anymore.” Yan Chen hadn’t lied to him; these pills were indeed not for treating stomach illnesses.

An Yi took a deep breath, closed the drawer, and walked out of the room, quietly descending the stairs.

No one was in the living room.

He walked straight to the sunroom and saw Yan Chen watering the plants through the glass. Yan Chen was biting a cigarette, silently watering all the flowers and plants.