The plane cruised silently through the clouds, bathed in the soft glow of the evening sky. The world below was distant, muffled, insignificant almost as if it had disappeared. The atmosphere inside the aircraft was cool, calm, but something between two strangers was beginning to smolder.
Qin Yu had returned to his seat after the brief moment at the restroom. He adjusted the collar of his dark tailored suit, but the heat pooling in his core had not settled. His body was restless, his mind fogged. That man... he couldn't shake the image of him. That face, that aura, those lips. So striking. So disturbingly handsome. So dangerous.
He let out a quiet sigh and tugged at the tie around his neck, loosening it. His thoughts betrayed him. He was never this easily shaken, never this... aroused by the mere presence of someone.
A few rows away, Yan Rui sat, his sharp gaze subtly observing the man. The moment he had passed him, he felt it...the magnetic pull. He wasn't used to feeling intrigued. He was the one people stared at. He was the one they feared, respected, worshipped.
But that man? That beautiful man? He had passed like he owned the air itself.
Then Qin Yu stood again. Without saying a word, he moved toward the private VIP cabin at the rear of the plane, a space reserved only for elite passengers.
Yan Rui's lips curved.
He waited only a few seconds, then stood as well.
No one stopped him.
He approached the private cabin door and slipped in without knocking. The door clicked shut behind him.
Inside, the lights were dimmed. A wide leather seat faced the window, and in it sat Qin Yu...his head tilted back, his breathing shallow, his shirt slightly unbuttoned. One hand was pressed against his stomach. The other trembled against the armrest.
Yan Rui didn't speak. He simply leaned against the closed door, watching.
Qin Yu gasped softly, biting his lower lip. "Shen Wenlang..." he whispered, voice thick with desperation. "Where the hell are you."
His body jerked slightly, and he leaned forward, chest heaving.
Yan Rui's voice came, low and amused. "I'm afraid your man isn't here."
Qin Yu froze.
His head snapped up. Their eyes locked.
"You-!" His voice was breathless, embarrassed.
Yan Rui took a slow step forward, then another.
"Looks like you're in pain," he said, voice almost a purr. "Should I help you instead?"
Qin Yu was torn. His pride screamed to push the man away. But his body..his entire body-was on fire.
Yan Rui didn't wait for an answer. He reached forward, fingers brushing against Qin Yu's wrist. His skin was burning.
Qin Yu hissed at the touch. "Don't-touch me..."
But his voice was too weak, too needy.
Yan Rui's mouth curved into a smirk. "Tell me to stop, then."
The air between them thickened. A line crossed. And neither of them was willing to go back.
Qin Yu blinked, trying to compose himself, but his legs refused to cooperate. "What-what are you doing here?" His voice cracked, hoarse with restrained need.
Yan Rui shut the door behind him with a quiet click. "You called for help."
"I wasn't talking to you."
"No," Yan Rui murmured, approaching like a predator, "but I was the one who came."
Qin Yu's throat bobbed as he swallowed. The scent of musk and clean spice wrapped around him. Every inch of Yan Rui screamed danger, yet his presence made Qin Yu's body react in ways he didn't want to admit. "Leave," he whispered. "This isn't... I can handle it."
"You can't," Yan Rui said softly, stepping closer. "I can see it. You're burning."
He was close now. Too close. One hand reached up, brushing a lock of hair from Qin Yu's damp forehead with surprising tenderness.
Qin Yu shivered.
"This shouldn't be happening," he rasped.
"And yet..." Yan Rui's fingers trailed down, grazing his jawline, then his throat, pausing over the frantic heartbeat. "Here we are."
For a moment, time froze. Just breaths, pulses, and the overwhelming silence between them.
Then-
Qin Yu leaned forward..barely an inch...but Yan Rui noticed. Their lips didn't touch, not yet, but the tension between them snapped tight like a wire ready to break.
"I don't even know your name," Yan Rui whispered.
Qin Yu " Yan Rui murmured against his skin.
His hand moved down, hesitating at Qin Yu's belt. "Tell me to stop."
Qin Yu's lashes fluttered. "I can't."
And that was all the permission Yan Rui needed.
Qin Yu's breath hitched as Yan Rui sank to his knees between his legs. The world outside the jet might as well have disappeared. There was nothing left but the rush of blood in his ears, the heady scent of leather and desire, and the warmth of Yan Rui's hands sliding up his thighs.
"I shouldn't want this..." Qin Yu whispered, his voice raw, eyes fluttering shut.
"But you do," Yan Rui murmured, his fingers undoing the belt with deft, patient strokes. "And right now, you need it."
Qin Yu's body trembled violently as the tension inside him finally began to unwind, slowly..too slowly..like a fire catching at the edge of silk. When Yan Rui's mouth brushed over the outline of his arousal through his briefs, Qin Yu cursed, loud and ragged.
Yan Rui didn't tease.
He dragged the fabric down in one smooth motion, and for a moment, he just looked...his lips slightly parted, breath brushing hot over sensitive skin.
Then he leaned in...and Qin Yu shattered.
A low, desperate groan tore from his chest as Yan Rui took him in, warm and wet and consuming. His hands shot to Yan Rui's hair, gripping hard. Not to guide...but to anchor himself. His head fell back against the wall, teeth clenched, hips twitching as Yan Rui worked him over with maddening skill.
The friction was maddening. Each stroke of that sinful tongue sent lightning through his spine. And the sounds-wet, lewd, obscene-filled the small room like moans of sin.
"god... stop-" Qin Yu gasped, eyes wild, body tensing. "I'm going to-"
But Yan Rui didn't stop.
His grip tightened on Qin Yu's hips, holding him in place as he took everything-like a man starved. And when Qin Yu finally came apart, it was with a broken cry and trembling limbs, spilling deep into that wicked mouth.
Yan Rui didn't waste a drop.
When he finally pulled away, lips slick, eyes heavy...lidded and dark with hunger, Qin Yu was slumped against the seat-chest rising and falling, utterly wrecked.
He barely registered when Yan Rui stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
But then he saw it.
Yan Rui's hard cock, straining beneath his slacks.
Still untouched.
Qin Yu reached for him.
"You want more?" Yan Rui asked hoarsely, voice thick with restraint.
"I want you, but i have not done it before" Qin Yu whispered embarrassed.
Yan Rui was stunned " Don't worry, I will make your first time memorable."
Yan Rui surged forward, raised him up pinning him to the bed with a low growl. Their mouths collided, teeth clashing, tongues tangling in a desperate kiss that tasted of salt and sin. Qin Yu moaned into it, the taste of himself on Yan Rui's lips pushing him over the edge of shame and straight into hunger.
Clothes were yanked...buttons torn, zippers pulled. In a flurry of limbs and soft curses, they finally pressed together after placing a condom-hot, slick, trembling.
And then Yan Rui was inside him...slow, thick, stretching him open until Qin Yu gasped, nails digging into Yan Rui's back.
"Breathe," Yan Rui whispered against his throat. "I've got you."
And he did.
The rhythm began slow...deep strokes, grounding him. But it quickly turned rough, feral, like both of them had waited lifetimes for this. Their bodies moved together like they were made for each other...matching each other's hunger, breaking apart and rebuilding again with each thrust.
"Qin Yu..." Yan Rui moaned, voice strained.
"Don't stop," Qin Yu choked. "god, don't-"
Pleasure and pain spiraled high and sharp until it snapped.
Qin Yu came again, vision whiting out, body trembling uncontrollably.
Yan Rui followed with a guttural groan, burying himself deep as he spilled inside, clinging to Qin Yu like he was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.
They stayed like that tangled, breathless, silent.
No words. Just heartbeat against heartbeat.
Finally, Yan Rui whispered, "You okay?"
Qin Yu nodded, eyes glassy. "I think I'm in pain."
Yan Rui smiled against his neck. "Good. You should feel that."