Chapter Thirty-Eight

Upon entering the room, You Hanze shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the sofa. He turned and cast a cool glance at Yi Yu behind him. “Go take a shower.”

Now clad only in a crisp white shirt, the twist of his body set his waist muscles subtly in motion. Yi Yu could almost make out the elegant lines of his lean waist through the thin fabric.

Yi Yu averted his gaze, the corners of his lips lifting in a faint smile. Crossing his hands, he grabbed the hem of his own shirt, and with a swift movement, pulled off all three layers of clothing, tossing them onto the sofa as well.

“A shower, my ass,” he retorted.

With that, he strode over in a few quick steps, one arm encircling You Hanze’s waist, the other winding around his neck.

“I’m a little impatient,” Yi Yu murmured, his lips brushing the corner of You Hanze’s mouth before his tongue darted out to trace the shape of his lips. “I can’t wait any longer.”

You Hanze made no move to resist. He simply frowned again as he looked at the striking face so close to his own, showing neither real annoyance nor any true enjoyment at Yi Yu’s brazen move.

Yi Yu claimed his lips in a kiss, while his hand slid swiftly under You Hanze’s shirt. But the moment he touched bare skin, You Hanze caught his wrist in a firm grip.

A cold, emotionless voice sounded in Yi Yu’s ear. “Don’t do anything unnecessary.”

Yi Yu couldn’t help but laugh. “How am I supposed to do anything without touching you?”

Something flickered in You Hanze’s expression. He stared at Yi Yu for three seconds, then slowly released his hand, his face stern. “If it doesn’t work, this job is for nothing. Understand?”

Yi Yu gave a snort of laughter—this man really thought he was just here to be paid for a service.

“Fine.”

With that, he wrapped his arms around You Hanze’s waist and pressed him down onto the sofa, kissing him roughly as he swiftly undid his shirt.

“Your skin is amazing,” Yi Yu murmured against his neck, his voice low and admiring. “Almost better than mine.”

When You Hanze didn’t respond, Yi Yu instinctively looked up. He saw that You Hanze’s eyes were closed, his brows slightly knit. Yi Yu couldn’t tell if he was resisting or enjoying it.

He didn’t dwell on it. He undid You Hanze’s belt and slipped his hand inside.

You Hanze’s body jolted, and in the next second, he reached out to grab Yi Yu’s hand again. But Yi Yu was ready—he seized You Hanze’s wrist and pinned it above his head. At the same time, his fingers pressed against the tight entrance, tracing its edge with wicked intent.

You Hanze’s eyes snapped open, cold and sharp as if a thousand blades flashed from their depths. He tried to sit up, but Yi Yu held him down, leaving him only enough movement to raise his head.

Pinned as he was, You Hanze couldn’t push Yi Yu off. Throughout, Yi Yu’s lips curled in a sly smile as he studied the man beneath him, watching his poker face shift from shock, to resentment, and finally to calm indifference.

“Get off,” You Hanze ordered, fixing him with a stare.

“It’s a bit late for regrets now, darling,” Yi Yu laughed darkly. “By the way, your hips moved beautifully just now.”

“You’re not getting paid for this,” You Hanze warned.

Yi Yu shrugged, unconcerned. “Then consider it a freebie for you.”

He lowered his head and kissed You Hanze again, this time lingering, his tongue sweeping through You Hanze’s mouth with overwhelming force. You Hanze didn’t resist; after frowning for a few seconds, he surrendered to the sensation.

For You Hanze, it was a strange and novel feeling. Soon, a reckless impulse and desire began to flare deep within him.

Yi Yu released his hand and, while kissing him fiercely, tugged at his trousers. Fishing a tube of KY from his own pocket, he squeezed it all into his hand and brought it back toward You Hanze.

A sudden coolness invaded him, making You Hanze’s eyes fly open. Yi Yu grinned up at him, all mischief, his face hovering close like an overgrown, playful pet.

Yi Yu added more fingers, pressing one of You Hanze’s knees outward with his other hand.

You Hanze was not the type to fear or reject the unknown. When anticipation outweighed discomfort, he could face it with unwavering composure, no matter how different from expectations it may be.

Though his face showed little, his parted lips were unconsciously gasping for breath, a sight that was enough to set Yi Yu’s blood boiling.

Yi Yu removed You Hanze’s glasses, noticing for the first time a hint of moisture at the corners of his eyes. Yet his gaze remained as cold as ever. Meeting Yi Yu’s eyes, he closed his own expressionlessly.

“Are you nervous, old man?” Yi Yu teased, his fingers curling wickedly in that soft space. A faint, indistinct sound rumbled from You Hanze’s throat as he opened his eyes again.

Something was wrong.

That was the only thought in You Hanze’s mind.

He didn’t actually know what was supposed to happen after paying for this night. Although the boy was clearly serving him, his instincts told him this wasn’t how it was meant to be.

But if this wasn’t right, then what was?

——— Harmony ———

(Yawn-bro: Honestly, I’m still struggling with how these two should address each other once their relationships are sorted out. How should Yi Xiaoyu call You Hanze? And how should Boss You address Yi Yu? Sigh, what a tangled mess this is.)