As Lin Wangye watched Shi Yuan walk over with a pair of slippers and set them on the floor, then crouch down in front of him to untie his shoelaces, he blankly spoke up.
“You brought me to a hotel.”
The moment those words came out, Shi Yuan looked up at him, eyes tracing the boy’s delicate, pretty face. A few seconds passed, then he couldn’t help but chuckle softly, lowering his head again as he finished untying both shoelaces and placing the slippers right where they’d be easiest to slip on.
Then he slowly stood up, found a spare charger in the hotel drawer, plugged in Lin Wangye’s phone, and came back over.
“Didn’t you say you wanted me to keep you company?”
Setting everything else aside, just the act of getting a hotel room was already enough to send Lin Wangye’s thoughts in the wrong direction. Because in his mind, keeping company could mean a bunch of things—like going to the hospital to look after Suihe, or heading back to that old home in the city’s edge.
There really was no need to get a hotel.
It felt way too suggestive.
His thoughts were all over the place, and his face was heating up fast. “I didn’t mean for you to… stay the night or anything.”
Normally, Lin Wangye wouldn’t say something like that out loud.
But right now, it just slipped out without a second thought.
Shi Yuan froze for a second, then stared at Lin Wangye with this intense look in his eyes—dark and unreadable. Something hidden, something hard to name, suddenly crept up from deep inside him.
He let out a slow breath, raised a hand, and gently brushed the side of Lin Wangye’s face. His gaze and voice stayed as soft as ever.
“I just wanted you to have a quiet place to rest. What exactly are you thinking, little puppy?”
Lin Wangye looked up, locking eyes with the man in front of him. His cheeks were flushed red, but his eyes were still clear. If the alcohol was messing with him, it wasn’t doing much—maybe thirty percent, tops.
“My thoughts were kinda dirty,” he said.
Shi Yuan’s chest rose a little harder, clearly trying to calm his heartbeat as he breathed in deep. He said softly, “You’re still too—”
“I’m not a kid.”
Lin Wangye cut him off without warning.
“I’m nineteen—by Chinese age.”
Who knows where the sudden courage came from. Probably the alcohol. But at this point, he stopped caring about consequences.
Since things had already gone this far, might as well push it a little more.
Lin Wangye raised his arm, grabbed Shi Yuan’s hand that had been resting on his cheek, and gently ran his fingertips along the center of his palm—just twice. Then he lowered his head and, with a voice so quiet it was almost inaudible, but just loud enough for Shi Yuan to catch:
“I think I’m yours…”
Shi Yuan’s breath stopped cold. For a moment, it felt like his soul had taken a direct hit.
He didn’t even have time to think. Instinct kicked in as he grabbed Lin Wangye’s chin, forcing him to look up, staring straight into his eyes.
“Say that again.”
It was clearly a controlling move, almost forceful—but Lin Wangye didn’t resist at all. He met Shi Yuan’s gaze head-on, calm and open, and said in a steady voice, like it was the most ordinary thing in the world—but every word landed hard:
“I will be yours—sooner or later. Isn’t that right?”
That sentence hit Shi Yuan like a shot of something sharp straight to the nerves.
Then came the kisses—hot and fierce, dripping with barely restrained love.
Lin Wangye closed his eyes. His damp lashes trembled slightly as he leaned in and gave back everything, heart and soul. After several seconds, a broken gasp escaped his lips as his arms wrapped around Shi Yuan’s neck. The two of them tumbled down together, crashing onto the soft bed that sank under their weight.
The scarf slipped off. Clothes rustled as layers peeled away.
The alcohol made everything hotter, rougher—even the way they kissed felt more desperate than usual.
Before they left the banquet, Lin Wangye had filled up on sweets. Now, his mouth still carried traces of red wine and creamy milk dessert.
It was sweet—almost dizzyingly so.
Shi Yuan nearly lost control in that unbearable sweetness. His fingers slid under the soft bunny sweater, and the moment his skin brushed Lin Wangye’s, he couldn’t stop himself from trembling.
They hadn’t been inside long—his hands were still cold from the winter wind.
The chill slipping under the clothes sent a jolt through Lin Wangye, making him twist instinctively, his waist arching into a beautiful curve. That strange, tingling itch ran deep, hitting every nerve all at once.
“Shi… Xu Suinian…”
In the middle of the fevered kiss, Lin Wangye managed to grab a breath, gasping for air. His eyes grew hazier, like the kiss had completely drowned him.
He looked up at Shi Yuan—and saw the man staring back at him, pupils black and locked onto him like prey.
That look… it was wild. Dangerous. Like he was barely holding back from lunging forward and sinking his teeth into his neck.
Without thinking, Lin Wangye closed his eyes and kissed him again.
Clothes fell away.
In the bathroom, bodies pressed close, heat rising through the steam. Every touch was bold, every whisper intoxicating.
And in that thick haze of mist and breath and tangled limbs—
The whole room bloomed with love.
Until Lin Wangye started crying and whimpering, saying it hurt.
Shi Yuan hadn’t even really gotten started yet, but the moment he heard that soft little sob, he instantly pulled his hand back and turned on the bedside lamp. The brighter light revealed tear streaks already running down the boy’s cheeks, dampening a patch of the pillow beside his face.
He must’ve been holding it in for a while—and just now, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Okay, okay…” Shi Yuan’s eyes were full of worry. Not finding any tissues nearby, he gently wiped Lin Wangye’s face with the corner of the blanket. “I’m sorry. I hurt you. Let’s stop.”
Lin Wangye looked at him, eyes full of tears, lips trembling downward—and just when the tears were wiped clean, a fresh batch welled up and spilled over again.
“But we can’t just stop… I don’t want to.”
Before this, Shi Yuan had never really looked into any of this stuff. He didn’t know where to start, and honestly, he hadn’t had the time.
Sure, there had been moments when kissing got a little intense and certain thoughts crossed his mind, but he never rushed to act on them.
Because that wasn’t what he was after.
What Lin Wangye gave him emotionally—that was what he treasured most.
Everything else could wait. Whenever they got to it, it would just happen naturally.
If it hadn’t been for Lin Wangye teasing him all the way tonight, it wouldn’t have even gone this far.
He’d been winging it the whole time, just going off instinct.
Afraid of hurting him, Shi Yuan had been super careful through it all—and even used some of the soothing cream from the hotel drawer.
But still… it didn’t work.
No matter how gentle he tried to be—it still hurt.
Once they paused, Lin Wangye wasn’t in too much pain anymore. The discomfort had mostly faded. But when he noticed Shi Yuan staying quiet, he tugged his hand, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes.
“Let’s try again…”
There were still tears clinging to the boy’s lashes. Shi Yuan looked down at him and felt completely helpless.
Slamming the brakes like that didn’t feel good for either of them.
But they really couldn’t keep going—not like this.
He needed to take a step back and figure out how to make this whole thing more bearable for Lin Wangye, how to make it a better experience.
Because if Lin Wangye had to grit his teeth through the pain and force himself to accept it, then what was the point?
“If this already hurts, the next part’s gonna be worse.” Shi Yuan gently brushed the tears from the corners of his eyes, then softly caressed his cheek. “Let me figure something out, okay? Something that’ll make it feel better for you. Is that alright?”
“Okay?”
Well, since they’d already said all that… there was no going forward.
Lin Wangye felt like it was a shame—such a perfect opportunity wasted. But after rubbing his thighs together a bit and feeling what Shi Yuan meant, he had to admit, the guy had a point.
So, he nodded obediently, voice still a little stuffy from crying.
“…Fine.”
Shi Yuan reached over and patted his head, then rolled to the side and pulled the blanket over him. “Let’s sleep then.”
Both of them lay down under the covers, but the light was still on. Lin Wangye stared up at the ceiling, eyes wide open, and suddenly… something felt off.
Suspicious, he pulled the arm that was sticking out of the blanket back in and reached down to check. The moment his hand touched down there—
Half his drunkenness vanished on the spot.
Wait a second. Why do I feel… kinda soft?
Thinking back, they’d been kissing and hugging for so long just now, but other than his brain getting all heated, he hadn’t really felt anything else.
That wasn’t normal!
Usually, when things got this intense, ‘Little Lin’ would’ve already stood up straight—and maybe even needed a trip to the bathroom to calm down.
The more he thought about it, the scarier it felt. Finally, in full panic, Lin Wangye shot upright with a sudden sit-up, flung the blanket off, and looked down to check for himself.
Shi Yuan was completely thrown by the move.
He sat up right after, staring at Lin Wangye and asking, “What’s wrong?”
Lin Wangye spaced out for a full minute. Then, with a face full of doom, he turned toward Shi Yuan, looking like he was about to cry again. “I… I think…”
Shi Yuan thought maybe something from earlier had gone wrong. His face instantly filled with worry, and he leaned forward. “What is it? Are you hurt somewhere?”
“I think I’m impotent!” Lin Wangye was on the verge of tears, totally panicked. His mind was a mess as he scrambled to find his phone. “Where’s my phone? I need to call Dr. Bai and book an appointment—he works in reproductive health!”
“…Huh?”
Even with how sharp Shi Yuan usually was, it took him a good while to follow that train of thought. He couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry as he reached out, gently pushed down Lin Wangye’s hand flipping through the contacts, picked up the phone, and put it back on the charger.
“You’re fine. Nothing’s wrong with you, seriously. Don’t overthink it.”
This was about his future happiness, so of course Lin Wangye was freaking out. He was dying to yank the blanket off and make Shi Yuan take a proper look—but then he thought that was just too embarrassing.
“Then why am I like this?!”
“Because you drank too much. Especially red wine—it hits you later. The alcohol numbs your central nervous system bit by bit, which can cause, well, this kind of… softness,” Shi Yuan explained slowly, trying hard not to laugh.
Lin Wangye trusted Shi Yuan completely, so hearing that made him let out a heavy sigh of relief. He slumped back against the bed, totally relaxed.
“Thank God. I was scared to death.”
He was closer to the lamp switch, but didn’t feel like moving. So Shi Yuan leaned over, turned off the light, then slid back under the blanket and reached over to tuck it around Lin Wangye’s neck.
But the earlier panic had jolted Lin Wangye wide awake—he wasn’t sleepy at all now.
Once Shi Yuan’s eyes adjusted to the dark, he turned his head and found the boy’s eyes twinkling in the shadows. The second Lin Wangye sensed him looking, he looked right back—and scooted closer.
A soft, warm draft moved through the blanket with every one of Lin Wangye’s restless little shuffles.
Then Shi Yuan felt something brush against his calf… and the next moment, a knee nudged somewhere it definitely shouldn’t have.
He reached under the blanket and grabbed Lin Wangye’s ankle, stopping him from going any further. His voice came out low and hoarse.
“Lin Wangye, don’t start something.”
Lin Wangye had never heard this kind of warning from him before. The way he said it—so serious, so threatening—should’ve been scary.
But instead, it was… exciting.
He let Shi Yuan keep holding his leg, but his hand didn’t stay still—it slid lower. His voice was soft and full of mischief.
“I’m fine… but aren’t you feeling uncomfortable?”
They were close enough that normal talking would’ve been just fine.
But whether on purpose or not, Lin Wangye leaned in close to Shi Yuan’s ear, letting his breath spill out warm and teasing.
“I still have hands.”
His eyes blinked slowly, voice getting softer.
“…and a mouth.”
Shi Yuan inhaled sharply, then rolled over and pinned him down like it was nothing. His chest rose and fell hard.
Everyone’s got a limit.
There’d always be a point where Lin Wangye couldn’t help but cry.
And a point where Shi Yuan couldn’t hold back anymore.
It was pretty damn clear—he’d just hit that point.
His eyes were wild, like he wanted to devour Lin Wangye whole. That heated, buzzing gaze shot through the boy’s nerves like sparks. Lin Wangye hooked one leg around Shi Yuan’s waist, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him down into a deep, breath-stealing kiss.
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Author’s Note:
Lin Wangye: Who gets it? I just cried my way through a home run Q_Q
Shi Yuan: Cry all you want next time—it won’t help.
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