You Better Not Cry Later

The moment his hand touched the doorknob, another hand covered it. Fan Jin's hand clasped over the back of his hand, pressing down with moderate force, stopping him from opening the door.

"Let go," Shan Ye said.

"I won't."

"Fan Jin!" This was the first time he used his full name.

Shan Ye turned around, wanting to pull his hand out, but Fan Jin held on tightly. The two of them remained at a stalemate just like that, one wanting to open the door and the other refusing to let him.

"What on earth do you want?" Shan Ye raised his head to look at him, his eye sockets a little red.

"...I don't want you to leave."

Shan Ye's nose instantly stung.

"Then why aren't you sleeping with me anymore?" His voice softened, carrying a nasal twinge. "Are you annoyed with me? Or do you mind that I steal the duvet from you at night?"

"Neither."

"Then why?"

Fan Jin fell silent, saying nothing for a long time.

Shan Ye stood under the entryway light. Half of the other man's face was in the light and half in shadow, making his expression hard to see, but Shan Ye saw the tips of his ears slowly turn red.

"Because... if we sleep together again, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back."

Shan Ye was stunned. "Hold back what?"

Fan Jin did not answer. He moved his hand away from the back of Shan Ye's hand, letting it hang at his side, clenched into a fist.

Shan Ye understood all at once. Every time they slept together, an invisible impulse arose in their hearts. Not only did Fan Jin have it, but he himself could not avoid it either.

His eyelashes drooped halfway, knowing he had wronged Fan Jin.

After a moment, Shan Ye went up and wrapped his arms around his waist. "If you can't hold back, then don't," he said decisively.

The entryway light was a warm yellow, shining down on the two of them. Their shadows overlapped, and their heartbeats touched.

Fan Jin reached out to touch his cheek. Shan Ye tilted his head and rubbed against his fingers, obedient as a small cat.

"I told you," Fan Jin's voice was deep, "I'm not a good person."

Shan Ye smiled, his eyes curving into crescents. "I have to be the one to judge that."

He stood on tiptoe, pressing his lips to the corner of Fan Jin's mouth as his voice softened. "Brother Fan, I want to sleep in the same bed as you. I don't want to sleep in separate beds."

"If you leave me by myself, I won't be able to fall asleep all night."

Fan Jin ruffled his hair. "Are you hungry? I'll go make you dinner."

Shan Ye unslung his bag from his shoulder with one hand, while his other hand cupped the back of Fan Jin's head, pressing him against the entryway to kiss him.

Previously, whenever Shan Ye initiated something, he would always ask beforehand with questions like "Can I kiss you?" and similar words. But this time there was none of that. Shan Ye kissed fiercely, giving Fan Jin no time to react or chance to refuse.

Fan Jin was easily aroused, a hormonal atmosphere lingering between the two of them. Shan Ye began taking off his clothes, his hands reaching under the hem of Fan Jin's shirt.

The man was pressed against the wall by him, his back against the cool wall and Shan Ye's burning body in front of him.

Kissing as they went, the two of them walked toward the bedroom. Coats and short-sleeved shirts were scattered all over the floor, and by the time they moved to the bedroom, both of them were left with only a pair of trousers.

The bedroom door was open.

Fan Jin pinned him against the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss him. Shan Ye had kissed fiercely just now, but Fan Jin was even fiercer now. With one hand cupping the back of Shan Ye's head and the other braced at his side, his whole body loomed over him like a wall.

He blocked Shan Ye's retreat completely.

Shan Ye refused to be outdone either. Gripping Fan Jin's shoulders, he flipped over and pressed him underneath.

He kissed the other's pretty lips, his clean chin, all the way down to his earlobes and neck. Every inch of skin that had been kissed was shockingly hot.

"Brother Fan... I'm not going to be the bottom, can you let me sleep with you?" Shan Ye panted by his ear.

"But I want you." Fan Jin's eyes were full of melting spring; the bedroom light poured in from outside the door, just enough to clearly see his pretty pupils.

Shan Ye's heart softened all at once. He rolled off from beneath him and lay down flat. "Come ahead, Brother Fan."

Having received consent, Fan Jin pinned him back down beneath himself, kneeling between his thighs as he began to untie his belt.

Shan Ye looked at the person on top of him staring down from above, his taut muscle lines-he was pretty everywhere.

Fan Jin stripped off the trousers along with the underwear in a few quick motions, then proceeded to undo Shan Ye's pants.

Perhaps because the person beneath him was far too cooperative, he easily pulled his trousers off.

Completely naked, the two of them tumbled into the large bed. Shan Ye was kissed backward, his back pressing against the quilt as his fingers gripped the sheets tightly.

Fan Jin's lips slid from the corner of his mouth to his jaw, then down to his Adam's apple. Shan Ye raised his head, a muffled groan spilling from his throat. His fingertips dug into Fan Jin's hair, clenching and loosening, loosening and clenching again.

"Brother Fan..." he called out, his voice having long since altered in pitch.

Fan Jin raised his head to look into his eyes. Both of them were panting, their breaths entangling as the temperature in the room grew so high it felt as though it was about to burn.

"It's still not too late to back out now," Fan Jin said.

Shan Ye reached out to hook his neck, pulling him down so that his lips brushed against his ear, his voice dangerously bewitching. "Are you impotent?"

Fan Jin's gaze shifted.

Before Shan Ye could even laugh, he was flipped over, his face buried straight down into the pillow. Fan Jin pressed against him from behind, his lips brushing the shell of his ear as his breathing grew heavy and hot.

"Say that again." His voice carried a warning tone.

Shan Ye buried his face in the pillow and let out a laugh, his voice muffled. "I said, are you-mph."

Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was blocked. Fan Jin's hand swept across the hollow of his waist, his thumb drawing a circle over his ribs. Shan Ye shivered all over, his laughter turning into a gasp as his fingers clenched into the pillow.

Fan Jin's kisses traveled all the way down from behind his ear, landing on the back of his neck and his shoulder blades. Shan Ye's waist was beautiful-slender without being thin, the kind of physique naturally suited for being *. Fan Jin's lips pressed against his spine, traveling down vertebra by vertebra.

Shan Ye's breathing grew heavier and heavier. His body arched, only to be pressed back down by him. He felt as though he were suspended in mid-air right now, completely lacking a sense of security. Groping near the pillow, his hand found Fan Jin's hand, intertwining their fingers and gripping them tightly.

"Fan Jin..." he called out his full name, his voice trembling.

Fan Jin raised his head, resting his chin on Shan Ye's shoulder blade. "Mhm?"

Shan Ye rolled over to face him. The two of them stared at neither other in the dim light, neither speaking.

Shan Ye reached out to touch his face, his fingers sliding from his brow bone to the bridge of his nose, and then to his lips.

"Can't you hurry up?" Worn down to the limit, Shan Ye only wanted to get straight to the point and await the storm of the next step.

"You better not cry later," he said.

A hearty and thorough bout of sex was enough to leave both of them exhausted. Afterward, Shan Ye lay there for a long time unable to recover, his body already completely unable to move.

It felt as though he had been nailed to the bed.

"...Brother Fan," he called out listlessly.

Hearing him, the Fan Jin beside him turned his head to look at him and kissed him on the cheek. "Are you alright?" His voice was as gentle as water.

"I'm, I'm okay."

Okay my ass, Shan Ye was about to fall apart. His whole body felt as though it had been hacked into eight pieces. Sure enough, one shouldn't provoke older men, especially virgins.

Breaking his fast for the first time was just like a wolf that had been starving for days.

On top of that, Fan Jin had zero experience with sex, which caused Shan Ye a lot of pain, but he didn't cry out in pain at all. He simply endured it, putting up with the pain Fan Jin brought him.

The psychological gratification far outweighed the physical one.