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“Qin Cheng… you’re the one who wanted to do this… in front of your mother.”

The moment those words fell, the young man abruptly tilted his head up and captured Qin Cheng’s lips in a fierce kiss.

After a brief moment of surprise, Qin Cheng closed his eyes and kissed him back with equal fervor.

They kissed like madmen, as if completely deaf to the sound of the kettle boiling outside—as if unaware that Aunt Qin stood just ten meters away, waiting for the water to heat up.

While hungrily devouring Rong Xu’s lips, Qin Cheng swiftly stripped off the obstructive pajamas.

The intoxicating scent of masculinity filled Rong Xu’s senses as he clung to Qin Cheng’s neck. Their tongues tangled, a lewd strand of saliva trailing from the corner of Rong Xu’s mouth before dripping onto his pale, delicate collarbone, sliding further down his smooth skin.

As the clear liquid trickled down the young man’s chest, Qin Cheng continued kissing him, finally removing the pajamas completely. Even while helping Rong Xu into the military uniform, his lips never left the young man’s exquisite features.

Rong Xu had worn this uniform countless times before, so he slipped into it effortlessly now.

The moment the cold fabric touched his feverish skin, Rong Xu couldn’t suppress a low moan. This time, the sound escaped unchecked—loud enough to possibly be heard outside the room. Qin Cheng immediately silenced him with another searing kiss.

Outside, Aunt Qin paused, faintly hearing something odd. She listened carefully for a moment longer but detected nothing unusual. Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to the boiling water.

She had no idea that, just ten meters away behind that tightly shut door, her son was being pinned to the bed by a young man in military uniform. The bright light illuminated Rong Xu’s slightly tousled hair and the sharp, striking uniform, making him breathtakingly beautiful—impossible to look away from.

Rong Xu sat astride Qin Cheng’s waist, idly twirling a military whip in his hand, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Qin Cheng’s gaze slowly traveled down from the boy’s delicate face, over his uniform, lingering on the wide belt cinched around his slender waist, then further down to the thighs tightly outlined by military trousers… His eyes darkened. Before long, Rong Xu suddenly froze, then leaned down, using the whip handle to tilt Qin Cheng’s chin up. “You’re… pressing against me.”

Qin Cheng arched a brow and thrust his hips up deliberately. “Like this?”

The already erect bulge pressed shamelessly against the inner thigh of the boy, even grinding in deeper. A low, ambiguous moan escaped Rong Xu’s throat, but he quickly suppressed it, his gaze dangerous as he stared down at the man beneath him. “Do you have a death wish?”

A flicker of surprise flashed in Qin Cheng’s eyes, but he quickly understood Rong Xu’s intent.

Pressing his lips together, he swept a cold glance at the boy on top of him. Even as his lower body shamelessly pressed against Rong Xu, his expression remained… unyielding. “Even if you try coercion or bribery, I won’t betray any information.”

Rong Xu raised an eyebrow, murmuring, “Quite clever, aren’t you?” before curling his red lips into a smirk. “Coercion… and bribery won’t work?”

Qin Cheng replied coolly, “Young Marshal Rong, you’re welcome to try.”

Hearing the title “Young Marshal Rong,” Rong Xu nearly broke character but managed to hold back.

The world-renowned actor beneath him was already cooperating to this extent—he couldn’t afford to fall behind. In an instant, his gaze shifted, transforming into the ruthless young marshal looking down coldly at the underground operative pinned beneath him.

His eyes were icy, as if staring at a dead man. He pressed the cold whip against the man’s lips, then slowly dragged it downward. When it reached his chest, he paused and pressed the handle in hard.

“Ugh…”

Qin Cheng frowned, watching as the boy fully immersed himself in the role.

Rong Xu smirked, his voice low and teasing. “Well? Talking yet?”

Qin Cheng pressed his lips together, giving him a sidelong glance, and remained silent.

Amused by his stubborn defiance, Rong Xu deliberately kept the whip pressed to Qin Cheng’s chest while reaching back with his other hand—and suddenly grabbed the hardness still grinding against him.

Qin Cheng’s lips curled slightly. “Young Marshal Rong, resorting to bribery now?”

Rong Xu chuckled. “Would you accept it?”

Qin Cheng raised his right hand, pressing it firmly against the boy’s own obvious arousal, and replied with a faint smile, “I only accept… seduction.”

Outside the room, the sound of a boiling kettle filled the house, but inside, the two acted as if they heard nothing. Rong Xu stroked Qin Cheng’s thick, burning length, sliding his hand up and down, while Qin Cheng did the same to Rong Xu, his fingers teasing the tip, watching as the dark military trousers slowly darkened with wetness.

Neither of them removed a single piece of clothing, but the desire raging between them was impossible to ignore.

Rong Xu suddenly leaned down, capturing Qin Cheng’s lips in a fierce kiss. In the quiet room, their mouths moved hungrily against each other, even as their hands never stopped moving. Gradually, their positions shifted—Rong Xu now lay on the bed, his dazed eyes fixed on the man above him.

He stared for a long moment before finally curling his lips into a smirk.

Just then, Qin Cheng’s kiss descended. His lips brushed lightly over the boy’s, not deepening the kiss, but soon trailing down along his jawline.

Qin Cheng buried his face in the boy’s slender, pale neck, kissing every inch of skin. When his lips reached the Adam’s apple, Rong Xu let out a muffled groan—but then, as if remembering something, he suddenly raised his right hand to his mouth, biting down on his fingers to stifle any sounds.

The tight military trousers strained against his raging desire, but Qin Cheng’s hand had already left Rong Xu’s lower body, instead roaming over his clothed form. Through the uniform, he traced every inch of the boy’s body—except where he wanted it most.

His fingers glided over the slender waist, the collarbones, the chest, before finally pinching a hardened nipple.

“Ngh—!”

Rong Xu clenched his teeth around his fingers, forcing back a moan.

Outside, Auntie Qin poured hot water into a cup, hesitated, then simply stayed in the kitchen to wait for it to cool.

Qin Cheng’s fingers twisted and teased Rong Xu’s right nipple, his teeth grazing the boy’s throat, while his other hand slid down again—past the belt, past the waistband—and tugged at the trousers.

The belt of the costume wasn’t connected to the pants; it merely accentuated the waist. Qin Cheng’s fingers deftly undid the hidden fastening beneath the uniform jacket. Just as he had imagined doing for over a month, once the trousers were loosened, he didn’t hesitate—he slipped his hand inside, past the underwear, and wrapped his fingers around the burning heat.

Rong Xu’s eyes flew open, locking onto Qin Cheng’s face.

Qin Cheng smirked, leaning down to brush a light kiss against his lips before—starting to stroke him ruthlessly.

His fingers worked the boy’s untouched length with quick, rough pulls, his thumb circling the leaking slit, scraping it with his nail. The sensitive tip was teased until it dripped uncontrollably, and Rong Xu’s legs tensed, his back arching. A low moan escaped before he quickly turned his head, biting into the blanket beneath him.

The muffled sounds of pleasure filled the room as Qin Cheng’s movements grew faster. Just as Rong Xu trembled on the edge of release, Qin Cheng suddenly pressed down on the tip—forcing him back from the brink, leaving him trembling in overstimulated agony.

He couldn’t let go of the blanket—if he did, he might scream.

So Rong Xu glared at Qin Cheng, who remained unmoved, using his free hand to tug the boy’s trousers down instead.

Rong Xu didn’t understand what he was planning, but he obediently lifted his legs, letting the fabric slide off. Once the trousers were gone, his pale, almost translucent legs were fully exposed under the light. A dark hunger flickered in Qin Cheng’s eyes as he pulled down the underwear—revealing the boy’s flushed, untouched arousal.

The pink shaft stood stiff, glistening with slick.

Qin Cheng’s gaze darkened as he watched for a long moment. Just as Rong Xu, frustrated, was about to push him away, Qin Cheng suddenly reached out and thrust his fingers into the tight, hidden passage behind the young man.

“Mm—!!!”

Rong Xu bit down hard on the blanket, his body tensing.

At this moment, Qin Cheng had one hand pressing against Rong Xu’s throbbing arousal, holding back his climax, while the other hand delved deeper inside him. The moment those slender fingers entered, the eager, heated flesh inside clenched around them, squeezing and pulsing as if starved for more.

The sensation made Qin Cheng even harder, his mind flashing back to how this tight little hole had driven him wild the last time it convulsed around him. But he forced himself to hold back, focusing instead on moving his fingers—slowly, deliberately—stretching and preparing.

Gradually, the edge of Rong Xu’s impending release faded. A sheen of sweat coated his forehead as he muffled his moans into the blanket, saliva dampening the corner of his lips. His eyes were hazy with lust, and under that heated gaze, Qin Cheng struggled to restrain himself from sheathing inside right then. Instead, he worked his fingers deeper, carefully loosening the tight passage.

It had been too long. Even after what felt like an eternity of scissoring and stretching, the entrance remained stubbornly snug. Qin Cheng added a second finger, then a third, watching as Rong Xu’s grip on the blanket tightened, his teeth sinking deeper into the fabric.

Only when three fingers slid in and out with ease did Qin Cheng finally undo his zipper. He was just about to push inside when—

Loss. Loss. Loss.

The sound of slippers shuffling outside the door froze him in place.

Qin Cheng’s jaw clenched. If he moved now, Rong Xu would definitely cry out. He had to wait—just until his mother entered her room. The walls were thick enough. If they stayed quiet, if they just—

“Mm—!”

In a sudden move, Rong Xu flipped their positions, pinning Qin Cheng beneath him. Before the older man could react, Rong Xu guided his aching length to that slick entrance and—

Sank down in one smooth motion.

At the same time, he crashed their lips together, swallowing Qin Cheng’s groan—and his own.

The overwhelming pleasure of being filled so completely left Rong Xu trembling. Unlike their first time, there was no pain—only mind-numbing ecstasy. Precum beaded at his tip, dripping onto Qin Cheng’s abdomen as he panted against his lips, struggling to adjust.

Then—

Bang!

The sound of the neighboring door slamming shut echoed through the room.

In the dim light, the breathtakingly beautiful young man straddled his lover, his upper body still fully clothed, save for the wrinkled fabric at his chest. But below the waist, he was completely bare—his slender legs spread wide, the flushed, glistening entrance stretched around Qin Cheng’s thick length.

Qin Cheng, meanwhile, remained almost fully dressed—only his zipper undone, his arousal buried deep inside Rong Xu.

Once he caught his breath, Rong Xu slowly sat up, biting back a whimper as he reached for the riding crop on the bed. He pressed the handle under Qin Cheng’s chin, tilting his face up. His eyes, glazed with pleasure and unshed tears, locked onto Qin Cheng’s as he murmured, voice husky:

“Now… will you talk?”

Qin Cheng’s lips curled.

This was exactly where they had started—the ruthless young marshal pinning down the undercover agent, using every method of persuasion at his disposal.

He hadn’t even bothered undressing Qin Cheng.

Qin Cheng raised the corners of his lips and laughed softly: “No wonder you didn’t let me take off my clothes just now…”

Rong Xu seemed to have heard nothing. His eyes were blurred and he said in a hoarse voice, “You, will you tell me or not?”

Qin Cheng curled his lips: “Not enough.”

Rong Xu’s smile grew wider: “Is this… enough?”

The next second, the boy suddenly kissed the man again, and then swayed his waist up 

and down.

The kiss silenced Rong Xu’s moans, and this proactive feeling made him feel that he was in control of this se-xual intercourse. He could imagine what the thing sticking in his body looked like, and he could also change the angle to make it penetrate deeper into his body.

In the quiet room, the only sound was the slapping of flesh against flesh.

After all, it was the first time for Rong Xu to sit on it, and his physical strength was a little insufficient for a moment, and he couldn’t control the rhythm well. Qin Cheng suddenly turned over, with his penis still inserted in the hot little hole, and suddenly pressed Rong Xu on the bed.

“Ah!!!”

Finally, they couldn’t hold back any longer and cried out, but at the moment, neither of them had time to care whether the sound just now would be heard.

Qin Cheng kissed the boy under him again and, at the same time, pulled up his long legs and wrapped them around his waist.

The huge and thick meat stick slowly retreated to the entrance of the hole, and then penetrated fiercely. Bang! Bang! Bang!

The man’s force was so great that Rong Xu was almost pushed upwards non-stop. He could only use his legs to wrap tightly around the other’s waist to steady himself. This terrifying collision also made the tight entrance extremely happy. The sensitive hole squeezed the huge thing desperately. When the meat stick broke through the flesh and hit the point deep inside the boy, Rong Xu could only curl up his toes tremblingly and used all his reason to not scream out.

The obscene sound of water rang out in the room. When the man had thrust about fifty times, the boy, who was about to reach orgasm, finally ejaculated for the first time of the night.

During the climax, the hole was spasming wildly. Qin Cheng frowned and paused for a moment, then continued to ram the young man madly, who was still in climax.

Hit the deepest point, then pull to the edge, and then hit it again.

The gorgeous flesh was turned out of the body again and again and was thrust in again and again. The sticky intestinal fluid and the man’s prostatic fluid were squeezed out of the small hole little by little by the thrusting action, making the boy’s thighs muddy.

The room was filled with the strong smell of intercourse. Rong Xu felt dizzy with pleasure. Endless pleasure quickly climbed up his tailbone to his brain. His legs could no longer wrap around Qin Cheng’s waist and could only hang down helplessly. All the senses of his body were concentrated behind him, feeling the hot meat stick thrusting into the deepest part of his body again and again, sending him to orgasm again and again.

When the second climax came, Rong Xu could no longer restrain himself and let go of the quilt, shouting out loud.

“Ahhhhh Qin Cheng…ahhhh…”

The white semen spurted out, all over his body, sticking to the red dot on his chest, and even a drop stood on his red lips. Rong Xu stared at the ceiling blankly, and behind him, Qin Cheng stared intently and began his final sprint.

After thrusting dozens of times, he pressed tightly against the sensitive spot in the boy’s entrance and ejaculated.

“Hmmmm…”

The semen quickly hit the bulge in the anus, and Rong Xu moaned again. The hot intestinal fluid overflowed from the hole crazily and sprayed on Qin Cheng’s lower body, making him so excited that he bent down and lay on the boy.

The milky white semen and transparent intestinal fluid quickly squeezed out of the back hole, flowed along the snow-white buttocks, and slowly flowed onto the quilt. The thick and huge meat stick was still inserted in the hole, and the flesh was still spasming slightly, as if savoring the incomparable climax just now.

At this moment, Rong Xu and Qin Cheng were both immersed in the feeling just now and did not come back to their senses.

Five minutes later, Rong Xu’s eyes slowly focused. He felt the thing still in his body, and instead of pushing Qin Cheng away, he stretched out his soft hand and pulled the other person in front of him. Then he leaned close to Qin Cheng’s ear and said slowly in a hoarse and sexy voice: “Now…are you willing to tell me the information?”

After a long while, the man’s deep voice rang in the boy’s ears: “The information is… I betrayed the organization and fell in love with Rong Xu.”

The corners of his lips couldn’t help but curl up. Rong Xu took a breath, then gently bit the man’s lips, licking them ambiguously with the tip of his small tongue. This almost flirtatious action made Qin Cheng clench his fingers, and five minutes later, they did it again.

This time, there was no military uniform play. The two took off all their clothes and hugged each other tightly.

During this time, Rong Xu was always biting the quilt or kissing Qin Cheng, but there were always times when he couldn’t help but let go and shout a few times. Moreover, there were several times when Qin Cheng could not bear the pressure from the young man anymore, and he uttered a few muffled sounds, but there was no movement outside the door, so it seemed that no one heard it.