The Liang Group headquarters felt different. When Zhiyuan walked in, with Yichen a silent, watchful shadow at his side, the air seemed clearer. There were no more whispers of poison, no hidden traps. The staff greeted him with a new kind of respect not just for the CEO, but for the survivor.
Zhenlong had officially "retired." In truth, he'd simply shifted his empire to a more legitimate, less violent footing, content to watch over his son from a slightly more respectable distance. He'd grumble about boredom, but everyone saw the pride in his eyes when Zhiyuan's name was in the business news.
In a sunny corner office, Li Xiao Xue and Miss Zhang, the sharp and efficient PR director who had stood by Zhiyuan during the worst of the crisis, were having coffee. Their hands were intertwined on the desk. Xiao Xue was animatedly telling a story, and Miss Zhang was listening with a soft, affectionate smile. Their relationship, born from clubbing was now the office's worst-kept secret and most celebrated romance.
Far away, in Xiapu Village, the pace of life was slow and measured by the tides. Dr. Shen and Guo Lian had become an unexpected but comfortable pair. They shared quiet meals, long walks on the beach where they didn't need to talk, and the peace of a life without constant danger.
One afternoon, they were fixing a loose shutter on Dr. Shen's small seaside clinic. Guo Lian was holding the ladder steady. Dr. Shen, perched precariously above, was muttering about rusty screws.
"Hand me the smaller screwdriver, please," Dr. Shen said, reaching down without looking.
Guo Lian picked it up and passed it to him. As Dr. Shen leaned to take it, a ray of sun caught him just right. It lit up his focused expression, the slight frown of concentration, the way his hair fell over his forehead.
Guo Lian's hand stilled. He just stared.
A strange, warm feeling bloomed in his chest something he hadn't felt in decades, if ever. It wasn't just gratitude for a fresh start. It was… fondness. A sudden, sharp awareness of the man before him. The clever, kind, sometimes grumpy doctor who had accepted his presence without judgment.
He's… really cute, Guo Lian thought, the simplicity of the observation shocking him. He quickly looked down, a faint, uncharacteristic blush warming his cheeks, hoping Dr. Shen hadn't noticed his momentary freeze.
Up on the ladder, Dr. Shen finally got the screw tight. He glanced down and saw Guo Lian looking intently at the ground, his ears pink. A small, knowing smile touched Dr. Shen's lips. He'd seen that look before, in a different life, on different faces. He said nothing, but the air between them on that quiet beach felt a little warmer, a little lighter.
In the city, in his office, Zhiyuan signed the last document of the day. He looked out the window at the skyline, now truly his to steward. He felt Yichen's presence behind him, a constant, reassuring warmth.
Everything was different. Scars remained, both visible and hidden. But the storms had passed. The legacies of love, in all its complicated forms, had proven stronger than the poisons of hatred and greed. And for the first time in his life, Liang Zhiyuan's future felt not like a burden to bear, but a story to build, one peaceful, sunlit day at a time.
After work, the mansion was quiet. The sound of the shower running finally stopped. Yichen stepped out, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still damp.
He walked into the bedroom and stopped dead in his tracks.
Zhiyuan was lying back against the headboard, but he hadn't changed out of his plush white bathroom robe. The belt was tied loosely, the collar open, revealing a tempting V of smooth skin. His laptop was balanced on his thighs, and he was wearing a pair of thin, stylish reading glasses, his brow furrowed in concentration as he stared at the screen. Water droplets from his earlier shower still clung to the ends of his dark hair, sparkling in the lamplight.
He looked… unbelievable. Professional, disheveled, smart, and utterly, unconsciously sexy.
Yichen felt all the blood in his body make a very decisive rush south. He swallowed hard.
He walked over to the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. He didn't say a word. He simply climbed onto the mattress behind Zhiyuan, wrapped his arms around his waist, and buried his face in the damp, fragrant crook of his neck. He placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss there.
"You look so beautiful," Yichen murmured, his voice husky against Zhiyuan's skin. "I wanna eat you up."
A soft chuckle vibrated through Zhiyuan's chest. He didn't look away from the screen. "Let me finish this report, Chen Yichen. Don't distract me. It's important."
Yichen pouted, his lips brushing Zhiyuan's shoulder. He wasn't deterred.
Slowly, he untangled himself and slid off the bed. He stood directly in front of Zhiyuan.
With a slow, deliberate smirk, he hooked his thumbs into the towel around his waist. He let it drop to the floor.
Zhiyuan's gaze flickered up from the screen for a fraction of a second before he stubbornly looked back down. A faint blush crept up his neck.
Yichen began to move. It wasn't a real dance. It was a slow, ridiculous, utterly shameless series of hip rolls and shoulder shimmies, completely devoid of rhythm but full of intent. He bit his lower lip, trying to look seductive, but it came out as a playful, goofy grin.
He struck a pose, one hand behind his head, the other on his hip, doing a little wiggle.
Zhiyuan tried to keep a straight face. He pushed his glasses up his nose, focusing hard on a spreadsheet. But his lips were twitching.
Yichen saw it. He added a slow spin, followed by an awkward attempt at a body roll that made him look more like he was having a back spasm than being alluring.
A snort escaped Zhiyuan. He slammed the laptop shut, his professional resolve crumbling into laughter. He took off his glasses and tossed them on the nightstand.
"You," Zhiyuan said, shaking his head, his eyes sparkling with mirth and desire. "Are the worst distraction in the history of the world. And you have absolutely no rhythm."
"It worked, didn't it?" Yichen said, triumphantly, crawling back onto the bed and straddling Zhiyuan's lap. He leaned in, his nose brushing Zhiyuan's. "Report can wait. Your CEO duties are officially over for the night."
Zhiyuan laughed, wrapping his arms around Yichen's neck and pulling him down into a kiss. The laptop was forgotten, pushed safely to the side. Some reports, after all, were much less important than the happiness waiting right in front of him.
Zhiyuan's laughter faded into a heated grin as he tightened his hold on Yichen, their kiss deepening with tongues sliding against each other, wet and insistent. The robe slipped open further, exposing more of Zhiyuan's toned chest, his nipples hardening in the cool air of the bedroom. Yichen's naked body pressed down, his hardening cock rubbing against the fabric covering Zhiyuan's lap, sending sparks of friction through both of them.
With a sudden surge of playful dominance, Zhiyuan rolled them over, pinning Yichen beneath him. He settled between Yichen's spread legs, the robe falling apart completely now, revealing his own erection straining against his underwear. Yichen's thighs parted wider, his cock twitching up against his stomach as he chuckled, staying in character with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Zhiyuan smirked down at him, his voice dropping into a mock-regal tone. "My dear concubine, you've managed to seduce me and made me so hard. Now, I'm going to fuck you so bad."
Yichen batted his eyelashes innocently, pitching his voice high and girly. "Your Highness, I'm a virgin... please don't."
Zhiyuan burst out laughing at the exaggerated plea, his shoulders shaking as he collapsed forward, forehead resting against Yichen's. But he quickly composed himself, slipping back into the role with a wicked gleam. He ground his hips down, humping against Yichen's spread legs, the bulge of his cock pressing firmly through the thin barrier of cloth, mimicking deep thrusts. "Nah, I won't stop," he growled in character, humping harder, the motion making Yichen's ass clench in anticipation.
Yichen's chuckle turned nervous, his hands gripping Zhiyuan's shoulders. "Are you... serious?"
Zhiyuan bit his lower lip, letting out a needy whine as he kept the rhythm going, his cock leaking pre-cum that soaked through his underwear onto Yichen's skin. "Yeah, I wanna fuck... mmm, why don't you want me to fuck you?"
Yichen scratched at his neck awkwardly, his playful facade cracking to reveal genuine hesitation. "It's not like that... it's just, I've always been on top. You were on the bottom every time, so I am... it feels weird."
Zhiyuan leaned down, his breath hot against Yichen's ear, voice husky and persuasive. "But I wanna fuck you... feel you tight around me, hear you moan my name like that. Come on, Chen Yichen, let your Highness take you."
Yichen's resistance wavered under the onslaught of Zhiyuan's grinding, his own cock throbbing painfully now, but the roleplay twist tugged at something deeper. He pushed back gently, hands sliding down to Zhiyuan's hips. "Highness... maybe we switch it up? Let your concubine serve you properly."
Zhiyuan paused, his eyes darkening with lust as he searched Yichen's face. The hesitation in Yichen's voice only fueled his desire, but he could sense the underlying plea. With a dramatic sigh in character, he rolled off to the side, pulling Yichen on top. "Very well, my tempting one. Show me how a concubine claims his lord."
Yichen's grin returned, triumphant and heated. He straddled Zhiyuan's waist, grinding down to feel the hard length beneath him. But instead of diving straight in, he reached for the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom and lube always prepared, as they'd agreed. He tore the packet open with his teeth, rolling the latex down his now fully erect cock, slicking it generously with lube while Zhiyuan watched, his chest heaving.
"Safety first, even for royalty," Yichen teased, his voice back to its husky normal as he positioned himself. He hooked Zhiyuan's legs over his shoulders, spreading him wide, the robe discarded entirely now. Zhiyuan's cock bobbed free, flushed and dripping, his ass exposed and clenching in eager anticipation.
Yichen pressed the tip of his sheathed cock against Zhiyuan's entrance, pushing in slowly at first. Zhiyuan gasped, his hands fisting the sheets, head thrown back. "Fuck, Yichen... yes, just like that."
The stretch burned deliciously as Yichen sank deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. He paused, letting Zhiyuan adjust, their eyes locking in that intimate after-work glow of the mansion. Then, with a growl, Yichen started thrusting hard and relentless, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.
Zhiyuan moaned loudly, his body arching off the bed. "Harder... oh god, fuck me harder!" His usual dominant poise shattered, replaced by raw need as Yichen pounded into him, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. The condom's barrier didn't dull the sensation it made every drag and push slick and intense.
Yichen gripped Zhiyuan's hips bruisingly, angling his thrusts to hit that spot inside that made Zhiyuan's eyes roll back. "You wanted this, CEO... begging like a slut for your concubine's cock." He leaned down, biting at Zhiyuan's neck, sucking marks into the smooth skin while his hips snapped forward without mercy.
Zhiyuan's hands clawed at Yichen's back, nails digging in as he writhed. "More! Don't stop...fuck, I'm going crazy... give it to me!" His cock leaked steadily onto his stomach, untouched, as Yichen's relentless pace drove him toward the edge. Sweat slicked their bodies, the damp hair from their showers long forgotten in the heat.
Yichen obliged, fucking deeper, faster, the bed creaking under them. He reached down, finally wrapping a hand around Zhiyuan's cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. Zhiyuan cried out, hips bucking wildly. "Yichen....I'm... fuck, yes!"
With a final, brutal thrust, Zhiyuan came hard, cum spurting over Yichen's fist and his own chest in thick ropes. The clench of his ass around Yichen's cock pushed him over too, groaning as he filled the condom, pulsing deep inside.
They collapsed together, panting, Yichen pulling out carefully and disposing of the condom before curling around Zhiyuan. The roleplay dissolved into soft kisses, the penthouse quiet once more except for their contented sighs.
Zhiyuan's chest heaved with aftershocks, his body still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm, but his eyes burned with unquenched hunger as he caught his breath. He wasn't done not by a long shot. The miscarriage had left them both raw, months of tentative touches and avoided intimacy weighing heavy, but tonight, Zhiyuan refused to hold back. He'd craved this connection, this raw reclaiming, for too damn long.
With a determined glint, he pushed Yichen onto his back, straddling his hips in one fluid motion. Yichen's cock, still semi-hard from their release, twitched against Zhiyuan's ass as he positioned himself. "Wait" Yichen murmured, his hands coming up to grip Zhiyuan's thighs, concern etching his features. "I think it's enough. Don't get hurt we've got to be careful."
Zhiyuan shook his head, leaning down to capture Yichen's lips in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling as he ground down, feeling Yichen stir beneath him. "No" he breathed against Yichen's mouth, voice rough with need. "I've waited too long for this. After everything... I need you. All of you. Until I can't anymore." He reached for the nightstand again, grabbing another condom and the lube, his hands steady despite the lingering sensitivity in his body.
Yichen's eyes widened, a mix of worry and arousal flashing across his face, but he didn't stop Zhiyuan as he rolled the fresh latex over Yichen's thickening cock, slicking it thoroughly. Zhiyuan's own erection was already hardening again, bobbing against his stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip. He lifted his hips, aligning Yichen's sheathed length with his entrance, still loose and slick from before.
Sinking down slowly, Zhiyuan groaned, the stretch reigniting every nerve. Inch by inch, he took Yichen deep, until his ass rested flush against Yichen's pelvis, filled completely. "Fuck... yes" Zhiyuan hissed, pausing to adjust, his hands braced on Yichen's chest. Yichen's fingers dug into his hips, torn between pulling him closer and holding him still.
"Zhiyuan... slow down"Yichen warned, but his voice cracked with desire, his cock pulsing inside the tight heat.
Zhiyuan ignored him, starting to move. He rose up, nearly pulling off, then slammed back down, setting a punishing rhythm. His thighs flexed with each bounce, ass clenching around Yichen's cock, the wet sounds of lube and skin filling the room. Sweat beaded on his skin, dripping down his chest as he rode harder, chasing the friction that made his vision blur.
Yichen bucked up instinctively, meeting each descent with a thrust, his hands sliding up to pinch Zhiyuan's nipples, twisting them until Zhiyuan arched and moaned. "God, you're so tight... but seriously, if it hurts—"
"It doesn't" Zhiyuan cut him off, grinding in circles now, his cock slapping against Yichen's stomach with every roll. "Feels so good... fuck me back, Yichen. Give it to me." His pace quickened, relentless, the bedframe rattling as he chased release again, determined to push until exhaustion claimed him.
Yichen's caution melted under the onslaught, his hips snapping up to drive deeper, hands gripping Zhiyuan's ass to guide the ride. Zhiyuan's moans grew louder, broken and desperate, his body trembling as he leaned forward, forehead pressed to Yichen's. "More... don't stop. I need this...need you fucking me until I pass out."
They moved together in a frenzy, Zhiyuan's ass milking Yichen's cock with every plunge, until Zhiyuan shattered again, cum spilling hot across Yichen's chest. Yichen followed seconds later, groaning as he filled the condom, holding Zhiyuan down through the waves. But even as they panted, Zhiyuan's eyes stayed open, whispering, "Not yet... one more time."
Zhiyuan's whisper hung in the air like a challenge, his body already shifting for more despite the fresh cum streaking their skin. Yichen searched his face, seeing the raw determination etched there—the months of pent-up longing after the miscarriage fueling every move. "You're insatiable," Yichen said, half-laughing, half-worried, but he rolled another condom on as Zhiyuan demanded, slicking up before flipping them so Zhiyuan was on all fours.
Yichen knelt behind him, gripping Zhiyuan's hips and sliding his cock back into that welcoming heat. Zhiyuan pushed back immediately, ass swallowing him whole, moaning as Yichen started thrusting—deep, steady pumps that made Zhiyuan's body jolt forward. "Harder" Zhiyuan gasped, fisting the sheets, his own dick swinging heavy between his legs, leaking steadily. Yichen obliged, pounding in with sharp slaps of skin, one hand reaching around to stroke Zhiyuan's cock in time with his drives.
They switched again soon after, Zhiyuan on his side, leg hooked over Yichen's shoulder as Yichen fucked into him sideways, the angle hitting deep and relentless. Zhiyuan came first this time, his cock pulsing in Yichen's grip, ropes of cum shooting onto the bed while his ass clenched rhythmically around Yichen's length. Yichen groaned, burying himself to the hilt and unloading into the condom, but Zhiyuan was already twisting away, grabbing the next one from the box on the nightstand.
Hours blurred as they kept at it, the bedroom lit only by the city glow filtering through the windows. Zhiyuan rode Yichen reverse this time, facing away, his back arched as he bounced furiously, ass cheeks spreading with each drop. Yichen's hands spread him wider, thumbs teasing the rim where his cock stretched it taut. Zhiyuan's moans turned guttural, his body slick with sweat, and when he came, it was messy—prostate milked by the pressure, clear fluid squirting from his cock in erratic bursts, soaking Yichen's thighs.
"Fuck, Zhiyuan" Yichen panted, sitting up to wrap arms around him, still buried deep as Zhiyuan trembled through the aftershocks. But Zhiyuan didn't stop, grinding down even as his legs shook, demanding another round. They used condom after condom, the box dwindling missionary with Yichen's weight pinning Zhiyuan, then doggy again with Zhiyuan's face pressed into the pillows, ass up and begging for more thrusts.
By the time the first hints of dawn crept in, painting the room in soft grays, the box lay empty on the floor, wrappers scattered like confetti. Zhiyuan was a wreck body sprinting toward collapse, every muscle quivering, skin flushed and marked with fingerprints. He'd cum so many times his releases were dry heaves now, cock spent but still twitching, ass raw and gaping slightly when Yichen pulled out after the last frantic fuck against the headboard.
Yichen collapsed beside him, chest heaving, but alarm cut through his exhaustion as he saw Zhiyuan's lips cracked, breaths coming in shallow rasps. "Bao bei drink some water. You need water" Yichen insisted, voice firm despite his own fatigue. He stumbled off the bed, grabbing a bottle from the nightstand and pressing it to Zhiyuan's mouth. Zhiyuan resisted at first, eyes glassy with overstimulation, but Yichen tilted it gently, making him sip. "Drink, damn it. You're not dehydrating on me. We've got all nightndawn's just starting."
Zhiyuan swallowed obediently, the cool liquid grounding him, a faint smile curving his lips as color returned to his face. He handed the bottle back half-empty, then pulled Yichen down, nuzzling into his neck. "One more" he murmured, hand already wandering to Yichen's softening cock, but Yichen chuckled, holding him close.
"No more condoms, remember? But if you behave, we can improvise after you rest.' They lay tangled, breaths syncing as the sun rose higher, bodies spent but sated, the weight of their shared loss finally easing in the warmth of reconnection.