He Only Shows His True Colors in Front of Me : Chapter 10

After standing up, Gu Yuanqiao leaned against the wall to rest for a moment, completely kicking his underwear off onto the floor in the process. Sheng Yannian walked over to the sofa, sat down, and slapped his thigh while looking at Gu Yuanqiao, telling him to sit on it. Gu Yuanqiao let out a soft scoff but didn’t say much else, slowly walking over to Sheng Yannian. After admiring the young wolf’s seemingly calm and composed gaze for a brief moment, he straddled his thighs and sat down.

The moment he sat, he could feel something hard pressing forcefully against him. He intentionally rubbed against it before remembering something and asking if Sheng Yannian could manage an erection this time without needing him to perform oral sex. Sheng Yannian replied that he wouldn’t mind letting President Gu have a taste if he wanted to, his hands gripping Gu Yuanqiao’s waist. This person’s waist was incredibly slender, so much so that he could practically wrap a single arm all the way around it, yet it didn’t feel soft, instead feeling quite firm, showcasing a different kind of masculine aesthetic. Gu Yuanqiao gave a polite smile and suggested saving it for next time, having no desire to repeat that experience since Sheng Yannian’s member only made him want to gag, physically. Sheng Yannian let out a soft grunt, sliding his hands under the shirt to hold Gu Yuanqiao’s waist, feeling the older man’s body grow tense.

Sheng Yannian gently stroked him, asking if he was nervous. Gu Yuanqiao brushed Sheng Yannian’s bangs back and pulled at the hair near the back of his head, forcing him to look up, calling him a brat and telling him to stop talking big. Sheng Yannian didn’t get angry, instead sliding his hand down to suggestively give Gu Yuanqiao’s backside a soft swat, asking if he wanted another spanking.

Gu Yuanqiao grew irritated by Sheng Yannian’s provocative attitude, tightening his grip on his hair. Feeling the painful pull on his scalp, Sheng Yannian didn’t hold back either, landing a direct slap right on Gu Yuanqiao’s cheek. The merciless sting made Gu Yuanqiao pull even harder, tearing out several strands of hair by the time he let go. Sheng Yannian looked at the hair in Gu Yuanqiao’s hand, counting at least five strands, and told him he was asking for it, deciding that five strands meant five slaps. Gu Yuanqiao stared at him in disbelief, but the next blow was already coming down.

The sharp crack echoed through the room as Gu Yuanqiao gripped Sheng Yannian’s collar tighter and tighter. Sheng Yannian seemed to purposely target only one side, and with each successive blow, Gu Yuanqiao’s left cheek burned with pain before starting to go numb. Gu Yuanqiao was furious, thinking that even for bedroom play, this was entirely too rough and that the guy was clearly taking out his frustrations on purpose. Right as Sheng Yannian was about to deliver the fifth strike, Gu Yuanqiao reached down and grabbed his wrist to stop him. The final slap landed anyway, striking his right side instead. Gu Yuanqiao cried out in pain, glaring at Sheng Yannian.

Sheng Yannian simply enjoyed seeing Gu Yuanqiao lose his temper, finding that at times like this, Gu Yuanqiao’s behavior was very childlike and straightforward, making his anger or pleasure obvious. Annoyed by the spanking, Gu Yuanqiao tried to push against Sheng Yannian’s chest to get up, but before he could move, an arm securely wrapped around his lower back, leaving him unable to pull away or stand up. After a brief struggle, the space between them grew even tighter, to the point where Sheng Yannian could have buried his face right into Gu Yuanqiao’s chest if he leaned forward any further. Sheng Yannian pointed out that while President Gu had already enjoyed himself, he was still aching, suggesting that a partner shouldn’t just leave him hanging.

Gu Yuanqiao sneered, countering that since he had used a toy earlier, it would only be fair for the young CEO to use a male masterbator, offering to buy him one as a gift if he didn’t have one. Sheng Yannian dismissed the idea, asking how a toy could ever feel as good as Gu Yuanqiao, his breath brushing against the skin near Gu Yuanqiao’s chest. Even through the shirt fabric, Gu Yuanqiao could feel the heat, forcing himself not to lean into it though his body gave an involuntary shiver. Gu Yuanqiao provoked him back, claiming the toy was actually quite nice since it never went soft, moved on its own, stayed quiet, and required barely any cleanup afterward, making it far more convenient than a real person. He added that he might just stick to toys from now on, using whatever random man was available as a side dish when he needed a bit of mood, since even the best-looking man gets boring to look at eventually, making his method much easier, before a sharp gasp cut him off.

Gu Yuanqiao had been getting more carried away with his words, failing to notice Sheng Yannian’s expression darkening until his speech was abruptly cut short by a sharp bite to his left chest. After that initial hard nip, Sheng Yannian used his teeth to gently graze the area while his free hand began massaging the left cheek he had just repeatedly slapped. Gu Yuanqiao arched his back with a groan, his hands instinctively holding Sheng Yannian’s head. Once the skin hardened under his touch, Sheng Yannian flicked it lightly with the tip of his tongue. The tingling sensation forced a soft whimper from Gu Yuanqiao. Sheng Yannian’s tongue moved faster, teasing the skin up and down. While the left side was being thoroughly pleased, the right side also stiffened, pushing against the taut fabric of the shirt and causing an aching pressure. Gu Yuanqiao rolled his hips back and forth, trying to use the shirt to friction his right side. His partially soft arousal quickly hardened again, rubbing directly against Sheng Yannian’s length with every movement of his waist.

The friction made Gu Yuanqiao’s lower body go weak, and he pressed Sheng Yannian’s head down harder, wanting more. Caught between the intense sensations from his chest and his lower body, he couldn’t tell which area needed relief more, but keeping his hips moving felt right. He began moving faster and harder, his breathing turning into heavy pants. Another slap landed on his backside, though this time it was moderate, leaving him with a mixture of ache and a tingling itch as his movements ground to a halt.

Sheng Yannian originally wanted to speak, but gave up due to Gu Yuanqiao pressing down on him. Once the rolling movements stopped, he gave a firm suck, pulling at the sensitive skin in his mouth. Gu Yuanqiao’s strength evaporated completely, and he arched away instinctively to escape the contact. However, Sheng Yannian tightened his arm around Gu Yuanqiao’s lower back, pulling his body close again and forcing him straight while continuing to bite and suck on the sensitive left side. Gu Yuanqiao tried to stop him, panting that it was enough, because the better the left felt, the more swollen and aching the right became. Unable to take the dual torment, he grabbed the back of Sheng Yannian’s hair again and pulled back, forcing him away from his chest. This time, Sheng Yannian complied without resistance, leaning back.

He could see Gu Yuanqiao’s shoulders trembling slightly and his chest heaving. The left side of Gu Yuanqiao’s white shirt was completely soaked with saliva, turning translucent and clinging to the swollen flesh beneath, making the flush clearly visible. Despite this, Gu Yuanqiao’s expression showed nothing more than a slight blush, making Sheng Yannian want to completely shatter that composed facade. He also noticed the stiff right side, which was impossible to ignore. Placing his hands lightly on Gu Yuanqiao’s thighs to hold him in place, he told him to lift his shirt. Gu Yuanqiao hesitated for only a second before complying, pulling the hem of his shirt up slowly until his chest was fully exposed.

The moment the air hit his skin, Gu Yuanqiao took a sharp breath. The right side felt stiffer than before, aching to the point where he wanted to rub it immediately, while the wet left side felt instantly chilled as it left the fabric, causing both points to ache with sensitivity. He bit his lip. Looking up from below, Sheng Yannian could see that Gu Yuanqiao’s arousal was fully erect again, something he had felt while those hips were moving earlier. Just above the abdomen, the two peaks stood out sharply against a thin layer of muscle, one still wet with his saliva while the other remained dry, seemingly waiting for attention. He looked at it for a moment, then leaned in toward the dry side.

Sheng Yannian’s hands lightly stroked Gu Yuanqiao’s thighs, creating a tickling sensation. However, Gu Yuanqiao had no time to focus on that; he watched Sheng Yannian’s lips get closer and closer to his right side, realizing that just a tiny bit more would bring that warm mouth around the aching point to tease and suck it just like before. He saw Sheng Yannian’s lips part slightly, his warm breath fanning over the sensitive skin as the tip of his tongue peeked out. Anticipating the touch, Gu Yuanqiao’s grip on his shirt tightened, his breathing slowing to a crawl.

Then he heard Sheng Yannian let out a soft chuckle, and those lips stopped just a hair’s breadth away. Gu Yuanqiao felt like his mind was about to snap.

Sheng Yannian had been watching Gu Yuanqiao’s expression the entire time he approached, catching every bit of the urgency and expectation in his eyes. But he deliberately chose to be difficult; the more Gu Yuanqiao wanted something, the less likely he was to grant it easily. He loved seeing Gu Yuanqiao lose his cool or even go wild under the influence of desire, which was likely one of the reasons he had always clashed with him before. This wasn’t like a teenage boy playing childish games to get a crush’s attention; he simply wanted to mock the other man’s hypocritical, upright facade when, in reality, he was thoroughly corrupt underneath.

Gu Yuanqiao didn’t miss the mockery in Sheng Yannian’s eyes. Though he was furious, his desire for physical relief outweighed his urge to argue. He pushed his chest forward, forcing the sensitive point right into the other man’s mouth. As the wet warmth enveloped him, the sharp ache eased slightly. Yet even after being given what he wanted, Sheng Yannian made no move to act. Left with no choice, Gu Yuanqiao began moving his own body, rubbing himself back and forth against the tongue. Finding it entirely insufficient and increasingly irritating, he urged Sheng Yannian to move his mouth. When Sheng Yannian asked how he wanted it, Gu Yuanqiao impatiently told him to do whatever, as long as it was quick because it was driving him crazy. Hearing this, Sheng Yannian slowly closed his teeth, biting down lightly and pulling outward. The sharp sting made Gu Yuanqiao flinch and instinctively push back, which only stretched the skin further and made him cry out in pain, curling inward as Sheng Yannian let go a fraction of a second too late.

After a moment to recover, Gu Yuanqiao looked up and glared, complaining about the pain. However, in this state, his glare carried no threat at all, appearing more like a petulant pout that only made Sheng Yannian’s heart itch with interest. He stroked Gu Yuanqiao’s waist reassuringly and leaned back in, promising that he wouldn’t tease him this time and asking if he wanted to be sucked. After a brief internal debate, Gu Yuanqiao straightened his posture and pushed his chest forward slightly.

Receiving his answer, Sheng Yannian took the sensitive peak back into his mouth. Thinking to himself how easily fooled the older man was, he bit down on the surrounding skin. Gu Yuanqiao yelled in frustration, calling him a liar and wanting to hit him, but Sheng Yannian pulled back just long enough to admire the faint ring of teeth marks left behind. He told President Gu not to be so impatient, promising that biting wasn’t the only thing he planned to do before taking the right side back into his mouth, this time behaving himself by swirling his tongue around the stiff point and sucking firmly. Gu Yuanqiao cursed him over a sharp gasp, right before another bite landed.

Before Gu Yuanqiao could start cursing again, Sheng Yannian seized the opportunity to slide his fingers into his heat. The tight space, which had been used not long ago, was still soft and yielding, allowing Sheng Yannian’s two fingers to accurately find a distinct ridge inside. Gu Yuanqiao arched his back with a sharp cry. His waist was completely locked in place by Sheng Yannian’s grip, leaving him unable to move away as the fingers inside vibrated rapidly against his internal sweet spot. His upper body slumped forward, pulling his chest away from Sheng Yannian’s mouth, but Sheng Yannian immediately followed the movement, keeping the sensitive point captured while sucking and licking in tandem with the rhythm of his fingers. Gu Yuanqiao’s grip on his shirt slipped as he tried to use one hand to stop Sheng Yannian’s moving wrist and the other to push his head away from his chest, his entire body locking up with tension until Sheng Yannian finally let him go right as he reached his limit.

The fingers withdrew quickly from his heat as Sheng Yannian pulled his face back from the shirt. The abrupt loss of pleasure left Gu Yuanqiao feeling restless, and the moment he looked at Sheng Yannian, he leaned in for a fierce, sudden kiss. His hands roamed blindly over the other man’s body, desperate for something to hold onto. He kissed with a raw, aggressive intensity, his teeth scraping against the soft inner lining of Sheng Yannian’s lips and his tongue sweeping dominant strokes through his mouth. A destructive impulse washed over him, and during the rough exchange, his teeth punctured the soft flesh, causing the metallic taste of blood to instantly spread between them. This only served to heighten his excitement. The previous playful, teasing behavior was no longer enough; he wanted a primal, animalistic desire where they would either tear each other apart or consume each other entirely.

As his breath began to run out, Gu Yuanqiao pulled back from Sheng Yannian’s lips, panting heavily as he stared at him. Sheng Yannian asked if he was done throwing his fit, noting that while the kiss hadn’t been particularly pleasant due to his torn lip, he didn’t feel displeased; rather, he felt incredibly thrilled. His heart was pounding like a war drum, urging him to completely break the man before him. A completely unfamiliar surge of desire was spreading through his body, threatening to spiral out of control. Looking into Gu Yuanqiao’s eyes, he knew the older man was feeling the exact same way.

As Sheng Yannian spoke, a tiny bead of blood welled up from the cut on his lip. Staring at the bright red drop, Gu Yuanqiao felt a phantom itch in his throat. He reached up to touch Sheng Yannian’s earlobe before cupping his face, leaning down to kiss him once more. This time, the kiss was incredibly gentle, his tongue lightly soothing the wound on Sheng Yannian’s lip like a small animal, clumsy and cautious, as if his previous ferocity had been nothing but an illusion. Sheng Yannian smiled, his hand sliding up to rest on the back of Gu Yuanqiao’s neck. He hadn’t missed the flash of ruthleness that had crossed Gu Yuanqiao’s eyes a moment ago, which completely contradicted his current submissive behavior, thinking to himself that a fox truly is the most cunning creature.

While enjoying Gu Yuanqiao’s compliance, Sheng Yannian gave the back of his neck a firm squeeze. Predictably, he felt Gu Yuanqiao pause before his lips were released. As Gu Yuanqiao pulled back, Sheng Yannian dropped his hand back to his own thigh, ignoring the impatience and irritation clear in the older man’s gaze. He suggested that it was time to get down to business, noting that if they kept dragging things out, the sun would be up soon, emphasizing his point with an upward nudge of his hips.

Gu Yuanqiao calmed down after the exchange and murmured his agreement. He looked down at Sheng Yannian’s lower body, noticing that their previous movements had caused Sheng Yannian’s trousers to slip down slightly, exposing the waistband of his black underwear. Shifting back a bit, he reached down to pull the fabric out of the way, and within moments, the erect length sprang free. Seeing it clearly again made Gu Yuanqiao take a sharp breath; because the lighting had been too dim to see well last time, the stark clarity of the bright room made it look particularly imposing. Images from their previous night automatically flashed through his mind, making him feel a sudden flush of heat. Sheng Yannian casually stroked Gu Yuanqiao’s thigh, seemingly distracted, though he was tracking every single reaction. His ears caught the sharp intake of breath, and as he watched the older man’s earlobes turn darker red, his own throat went dry and his palms began to itch. Gripping Gu Yuanqiao’s waist firmly with both hands, he suggested in a low, coaxing tone that he would steady his waist so Gu Yuanqiao could take his time lowering himself down.

Gu Yuanqiao looked up at Sheng Yannian, the dark intensity in the younger man’s eyes making his own desire flare up even more. Tempted by the suggestion, he didn’t argue. Resting one hand on Sheng Yannian’s shoulder, he raised his hips into a kneeling position and shifted forward. He used his other hand to grip and steady the length beneath him, and once he felt the tip align with his heat, he slowly began to lower his weight. Sheng Yannian let out a low, satisfied sigh the moment the head entered, tightly enveloped by the warmth. The deep, heavy sound of the younger man’s restraint and desire made Gu Yuanqiao pause for a second as his ears burned, but he didn’t stop for long before continuing downward.

Sheng Yannian’s member felt far hotter than any silicone toy, giving Gu Yuanqiao the sensation that he was being scorched from the inside out. As the length ground past his sweet spot, his grip on Sheng Yannian’s shoulder tightened significantly. Sheng Yannian’s grip on his waist tightened in response. The interior felt far more accommodating than before, the comfortable warmth wrapping around him inch by inch, and the intense internal contraction that followed passing a certain point made his scalp tingle with pleasure. He had to clench his jaw firmly to keep himself from violently pulling Gu Yuanqiao down. Following that initial rush of stimulation, Gu Yuanqiao seemed to freeze in place, refusing to move any further while his muscles continued to ripple and contract involuntarily. Sensing the tight hold, Sheng Yannian began to caress his skin to help him relax, warning that staying like this would only make it painful for both of them, coaxing him to take it slowly. Whether it was the touch or the gentle tone, Gu Yuanqiao took a deep breath and slowly lowered himself all the way down.

Gu Yuanqiao bit his lower lip repeatedly to muffle his cries as he felt the length stretch him completely full. Because the progress was so slow, he could practically feel the pulse of the veins against his inner walls, making the depth increasingly difficult to accommodate. When he realized he could go no further, he stopped, fully aware that a small portion of Sheng Yannian was still left outside, but he simply couldn’t take any more. His mind grew hazy, drifting into random thoughts, wondering how the brat could be so large, recalling that it had fit entirely last time, and questioning if it was only because of the substances he had taken that he hadn’t noticed. He wondered what teenagers were even eating these days to develop so well.

Sheng Yannian asked in a raspy voice why he had stopped. While the slow entry was frustrating, he had maintained uncommon patience today, yet the man on top had suddenly gone still. Gu Yuanqiao replied with a slight tremor that he couldn’t take any more. Hearing this, Sheng Yannian took a sharp breath, his patience completely evaporated. Remembering how enthusiastically the older man had ridden him the previous time, he refused to hold back any longer, gripping Gu Yuanqiao’s waist and forcing him all the way down.

Gu Yuanqiao cried out as he was forced to the base, his thighs clamping inward instinctively. The sheer mass felt like an immovable anchor inside him, and his already dizzy head spun even faster from the sudden impact. Unable to support himself, his head dropped forward to rest heavily against Sheng Yannian’s shoulder. Sheng Yannian also felt an aching tightness from the intense grip, running a hand up Gu Yuanqiao’s trembling back while pointing out that it had all fit after all. Lacking the energy to bite back with words, Gu Yuanqiao simply bit down on the shoulder in front of him instead.

Once his body fully adapted, the discomfort began to fade, prompting Gu Yuanqiao to straighten up again. Restoring his hands to Sheng Yannian’s shoulders, he began to roll his hips without waiting for a prompt. Gradually, the strange fullness was replaced entirely by pleasure. Seeing Gu Yuanqiao get into the rhythm, Sheng Yannian reached down to massage his backside. As the pleasure mounted, each roll of his hips firmly compressed his sweet spot, but the sensation still wasn’t enough, forcing Gu Yuanqiao to speed up his movements. As the pace quickened, his front frictioned against Sheng Yannian’s loungewear with every stroke. His chest began to ache with sensitivity again, and this time he didn’t hold back, reaching up to use a finger to repeatedly tease his own chest points through the fabric of his shirt. With the sensations compounding, his voice grew completely uninhibited, crying out about how incredible it felt. Sheng Yannian’s eyes darkened at the uninhibited display.

Sheng Yannian told him to move up and down. Entirely consumed by the rush of pleasure, Gu Yuanqiao followed the instruction without a second thought. While continuing to tease his own chest, he began lifting his hips and dropping back down, driving the length directly against his sweet spot and deep into his heat. The intense stimulation made him grip his own chest tightly as his upper body arched backward. This vertical movement proved far more intense than the rolling motion, to the point where the sensitivity in his chest became negligible by comparison, causing him to rest his hands back on Sheng Yannian’s shoulders as he continued the rhythmic lifting. He kept up the forceful vertical movements, crying out about the incredible depth, but his waist gradually began to lose its strength. He transitioned back to rolling his hips back and forth, doing so even more vigorously than before, alternating between the two movements while ensuring every stroke hit his sweet spot. Knowing he would reach his peak soon at this rate, he reached a hand down toward his own front to stroke himself, but his hand was intercepted before he could make contact.

He looked at Sheng Yannian with a confused expression. Sheng Yannian replaced his hand onto his shoulder, reminding him of his earlier promise that he was going to make him release through penetration alone. Gu Yuanqiao processed the reminder as his movements slowed down. He leaned down to lick Sheng Yannian’s earlobe, pleading with him to move because his waist had no strength left, daring him not to prove worse than a silicone toy. Sheng Yannian responded with a powerful upward thrust that made Gu Yuanqiao lock him in a desperate embrace.

Highly satisfied with the reaction, Sheng Yannian secured his grip on the older man’s waist to keep him steady and began a relentless sequence of deep thrusts, bottoming out with every single stroke. With every upward drive, Gu Yuanqiao felt himself being lifted slightly before the large hands dragged him right back down. The pace was ferocious yet deliberate, making Gu Yuanqiao feel as though the breath was being completely driven out of his lungs as he begged for a pause. Sheng Yannian lifted Gu Yuanqiao’s waist slightly higher, pressing down on him at the same time he thrust upward, sending his length crashing past the sweet spot to the absolute limit. The tight, scorching friction made his own scalp tingle with pleasure as he demanded to know if it felt good. Gu Yuanqiao let out a sharp cry, completely stripped of the strength required to even sit upright. Sheng Yannian demanded an answer, giving his backside a sharp swat when none came.

The sting made Gu Yuanqiao’s body lock up entirely. Sheng Yannian threatened to stop moving altogether if he didn’t speak, and he froze his movements to prove it. Deprived of the stimulation, Gu Yuanqiao tried to lift his own waist but found himself pinned by the heavy hands. Left with no choice but to fruitlessly roll his hips, he quickly capitulated, crying out that it felt incredible and begging him to continue. Sheng Yannian resumed his movements, though this time he refrained from bottoming out, instead rapidly and repeatedly grinding directly over Gu Yuanqiao’s sweet spot. The pleasure hit him like a sudden downpour, causing his lower abdomen to burn with heat. Sheng Yannian leaned in to tangle his tongue with Gu Yuanqiao’s while teasingly asking whether he preferred this or the toy, noting how tightly Gu Yuanqiao’s thighs were clamping around him. Gu Yuanqiao’s response was a fractured, incoherent mess of praise and pleas to stop as he felt his release building rapidly. Sheng Yannian taunted him over his conflicting demands to keep going and stop, though he brought his heavy thrusts to a halt, choosing instead to lightly prod against the internal sweet spot. Gu Yuanqiao trembled violently, his vision blurring as he panted that he was about to break.

Sheng Yannian understood his meaning immediately. Stroking his back, he asked whether Gu Yuanqiao wanted it slow or fast next. When Gu Yuanqiao told him to shut up, Sheng Yannian took it as a preference for speed and immediately resumed a ruthless, rapid assault directly over his sweet spot. Gu Yuanqiao’s protests were instantly cut off as he tried to push against the hands anchoring his waist, but his efforts were entirely useless. He gasped out a warning that he was genuinely going to release, but Sheng Yannian countered that it would be perfect since he intended to keep his word, mockingly emphasizing his title as he delivered a massive, final drive inward. Gu Yuanqiao’s body arched sharply as he gripped Sheng Yannian’s forearms, his entire body locking up as his release spilled out across Sheng Yannian’s clothing.

Sheng Yannian let out a low hiss, the intense internal clamping nearly bringing him over the edge as well, prompting him to tell Gu Yuanqiao to relax. Gu Yuanqiao could only draw in massive gulps of air like a fish out of water, his body shaking uncontrollably and his mind entirely blank while his heat continued to pulse sharply around the length inside. Sheng Yannian raised an eyebrow at the completely dazed man straddling him, lightly pinching his thigh to help the tense muscles relax. Gu Yuanqiao weakly reached down to grasp his wrist to stop the movement, but Sheng Yannian reassured him with another gentle squeeze that he wouldn’t tease him anymore for now. After a moment to gather his senses, Gu Yuanqiao let go of his wrist and wrapped his arms around Sheng Yannian’s neck, instinctively leaning in to seek a kiss.

Their lips pressed together in a series of gentle, comforting pecks, his tongue brushing lightly against Sheng Yannian’s lips until it found the cut he had made earlier, settling there to soothe it. Sheng Yannian looked at Gu Yuanqiao’s closed eyes and trembling eyelashes, which looked as though a tear might escape at any moment. This kiss lacked any underlying agenda, serving merely as an avenue for the older man to seek comfort. This version of Gu Yuanqiao was entirely new to Sheng Yannian, presenting a vulnerability he had never seen before.