Ch.42.5 – Does Love at First Sight Exist in Esports?

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Shao Han was lying face-up on the bed, fingers wringing the pillow in his arms. Through the pillow, broken gasps and muffled moans could be heard. One of Yao Sen’s hands was braced on Shao Han’s side, while his other hand reached into the blanket to open Shao Han up. Shao Han had been too ashamed to bare his body completely. 

A laugh escaped Yao Sen’s lips as he looked down at Shao Han. “Don’t suffocate yourself.”

He didn’t know how long Yao Sen had loosened him up for, the slick slide of the lube cool and wet. Shao Han blinked open his misty eyes, dazed, and his thighs trembled as two fingers breached his body, his skin flushing a pitiful shade of pink.

Yao Sen’s fingers gently moved in and out of his soft, wet and warm passage. Every now and then, he would part his fingers and move them in a scissoring motion, transforming Shao Han’s breaths into short, low groans. When Yao Sen’s fingertip prodded at a certain spot inside of him, Shao Han’s ass twitched, and a weak moan leaked through the seam of his lips. 

Yao Sen moved away from that spot, strategically keeping the location in mind.

The endless preparation almost made Shao Han’s spine go soft. His hair had long been drenched by sweat, and that intimate place had been touched all over by Yao Sen—it was so wet that it made him slightly uncomfortable. He felt his face burning up, and there was a strange sensation in his body, as if something had lit up his insides.

Shao Han bit his lips, his knuckles whitening as he squeezed the pillow. 

Eventually, Yao Sen took out his fingers. He patted Shao Han’s thigh and rasped out, “Be obedient, get rid of the pillow and blanket.”

Yao Sen removed the pillow and blanket that had been covering Shao Han’s body. Shao Han, who had no strength in his arms, looked up when he realised his body was empty.  His entrance gaped open slightly, the pink flesh glistening like honey under the warm lights.

Shao Han’s ears turned a deep crimson. His watery eyes, like freshly washed black grapes, revealed his panic and shame. Flustered, he closed his legs in a panic, but Yao Sen bent over and pushed him down, kissing him. After tasting every inch of that timid tongue, he kissed down the side of Shao Han’s neck and arm, and eventually took Shao Han’s hand in his. 

Shao Han felt Yao Sen stuffing something into his hand, and when he opened his eyes to see what it was, he was greeted by the sight of a thin condom lying on his palm. 

Yao Sen sat up on his knees, kneeling over Shao Han’s bare thighs. Despite his slightly ruffled pyjamas, he was still neatly dressed; his pants were properly on, and if it weren’t for the outrageous bulge tenting the crotch area, he could go out to drop by Wang Yuxi’s room after only straightening his collar. 

Meanwhile, Shao Han had already been stripped almost naked, with only his pyjama shirt hanging from his elbows remaining on his body.

Yao Sen towered over him, eyes locked on his. He chuckled softly, then said, “Can you help me put it on?”

Shao Han bit his lower lip, his face flushed with embarrassment and indignation. But there was nothing Shao Han could do because he was at the mercy of Yao Sen’s evil schemes. He supported himself on his elbows and drew the waistband of Yao Sen’s pants down.

It wasn’t Shao Han’s first time touching it, but before this, it had been late at night, and the lights had been turned off. This was the first time he was seeing it so vividly. Shao Han averted his gaze in mortification, dizzy at the prospect of what lay ahead. As he put the condom on Yao Sen, his hands trembled.  

After tearing his shirt away with one hand, Yao Sen stroked Shao Han’s feverish cheeks. His voice was husky, like the hum of magnets resonating in Shao Han’s ears and mind. “You might get tired if we do it from the front—wanna do it from the back?”

Shao Han gave a dazed nod. The weight of Yao Sen’s gaze made Shao Han feel as if every inch of his body was on fire, so he felt that he’d be better off turning around and avoiding his gaze. Yao Sen turned Shao Han over, and his throat dried up at the sight of his silky-smooth lower back and his perky, supple ass. 

He took Shao Han’s ass into his palms and couldn’t stop his fingers from lingering on those round swells. Shao Han reached for the pillow again and hugged it tightly, as if it would alleviate the anxiety in his heart. The pillow was squeezed so tightly under his fingers that it was practically deformed.

When he felt Yao Sen pressing his cock against that intimate, soft entrance, Shao Han’s body tensed up. His eyes glistened with uncontainable wetness. His shoulders trembled from his gasps. The base of his thighs shuddered minutely, and his lips were bitten tightly. 

Yao Sen bent over and pressed a shallow kiss on Shao Han’s back, gradually entering him as he did so. He fed his cock into him ever so slowly, so as not to hurt Shao Han. The pliant flesh of Shao Han’s rim was slowly stretched out by his cock; it swallowed the length little by little, as if it and Yao Sen’s cock were a perfect, snug fit. 

A quiet, stifled whimper escaped Shao Han’s lips—a sound of both pain and pleasure that tightened a string across Yao Sen’s mind. With a hand on the other’s cock, he soothed Shao Han’s tense body, fucked into him a little more before he stilled, and waited until Shao Han’s trembling subsided before continuing.

With great difficulty, he pushed his cock all the way in, then held himself back from moving an inch further, asking, “Does it hurt?”

Shao Han was gasping so hard that even forming sentences proved to be too taxing. With a shaky voice, he murmured, “…too full…”

“Baby, I’m so hard that it hurts too…” Yao Sen exhaled helplessly. He bowed his head and kissed Shao Han’s ear, and placated him softly, “Relax, don’t be scared.” 

Yao Sen gently pulled out, Yao Sen gently drew back, remembered that spot from earlier when he was preparing Shao Han, and slowly drove his cock onto it. Before, he had avoided touching it on purpose, merely lingering over it for a while to get Shao Han in the mood, so that the stretch wouldn’t be so painful.

Shao Han jolted violently, and the abrupt pleasure in the depths of his body struck his spine like a whip, catching him by surprise. Most of his body had gone soft; choked out moans arose from his throat and transformed into breathy gasps and broken shouts.   

Shao Han gasped for air, slightly disoriented. He felt like his brain was burning up. Yet Yao Sen didn’t give him much chance to catch his breath, strong hands hauling him up by the waist, his cock thrusting in and out, so deep and shallow. 

Yao Sen didn’t ram into that spot directly, his heart full of mischief as he drove his cock around it. When he rubbed against it from time to time, it elicited a sensitive, shaky gasp from Shao Han’s lips.

Shao Han’s entire face flushed a deep shade of crimson as the quiet sounds of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the room. The skin of his ass had gone red from Yao Sen’s thrusts, and his cock was fondled and stroked in Yao Sen’s fist. He wanted to tell Yao Sen to slow down, but the moment he opened his mouth, a moan tumbled out. When he heard himself, he was so ashamed that all he wanted to do was hide his face.  

Shao Han felt Yao Sen so deeply within him that his lower belly tightened. Yao Sen no longer thrusted into that pleasurable spot inside him, at most, he dragged his cock around it. Pleasure was just out of reach, it made his entire scalp numb.   

Shao Han wanted to come, but Yao Sen refused to give him the pleasure he sought. Yao Sen intertwined their hands from behind, feeling that Shao Han’s body was already so thoroughly fucked open that he thrust in and out completely unhindered, his hole pliant. Shao Han wanted release so badly, but Yao Sen refused to bring him there.

Shao Han was bullied until the rims of his eyes flushed red. He shook as he tightened his grip on Yao Sen’s fingers, his voice caught on a sob, falling apart. “…Yao Sen… Don’t… Tease… Touch me… There—”

Before Shao Han could utter the last syllable, the cock inside him shifted and directly slammed into his previously neglected prostate. Shao Han twisted his neck, and Yao Sen turned his chin, swallowing all his whimpers into his throat with a kiss.

His sweat-streaked Adam’s apple rolled, breaking free from Yao Sen’s palm. Laid out on his stomach, Shao Han gasped, his black hair wet and plastered to his flushed cheeks, feverish with the afterglow of pleasure. 

Yao Sen removed the pillow from Shao Han’s arms and pulled out temporarily, turning Shao Han over. Shao Han’s legs were splayed on Yao Sen’s sides, trembling almost imperceptibly. His eyes were brimming with a pool of wetness; Shao Han forced himself to keep it from spilling over. 

Yao Sen leaned over and kissed him; he kissed the damp corner of his eyes, then pushed Shao Han’s legs up and fucked his cock into him once more. In this position, Shao Han could barely resist, and the shame of being in full view caused him to turn his head away, refusing to look at Yao Sen. 

Yao Sen wiped his equally sweaty hair, pushing back the strands on his forehead. His breaths were shallow, and he turned his head to the side to drop a soft kiss on Shao Han’s slightly chafed knees. Shao Han’s lashes quivered lightly, his gaze shifting to Yao Sen, following the contours of his muscled abdomen and the shadow of his well-proportioned cock beneath.

Yao Sen bent over and jerked his cock, grinding against Shao Han’s sensitive flesh. Shao Han’s mouth fell open around a moan, red eyes glistening with tears, raised waist weak and achy. 

Yao Sen had one of his hands trapped on the bed sheets, while Shao Han’s other hand was pressed against the crook of his own knee. There was no way he could hide his pleasure-tormented expression.

“Baby…” Yao Sen bowed his head and kissed his earlobe. Shao Han’s neck flushed from his deep, low voice. “Shall we do it until midnight?”

Though Yao Sen’s tone could be said to be gentle, his lower body moved relentlessly. Shao Han didn’t know what time it was, but he knew that he was about to lose the ability to breathe, and his throat was sore. “…No… No… Hurry up…”

Yao Sen hit that spot again, and Shao Han yelled hoarsely. When he screamed, his slightly cool, lust-tinged voice sounded so nice to his ears, like a melodious musical box.

“Why… Are you… Taking so long…” Shao Han glared at him with red eyes, gasping as he asked this. Yao Sen was still moving between his legs, and the sight made Yao Sen’s throat go tight. “Hurry… My throat hurts…” 

Yao Sen knew that Shao Han  had only asked this question because he had slightly lost his mind. He couldn’t resist the urge to bully him even more, to mess up his throat to the point where he couldn’t shout.  Heart aching, he finally shot into the condom as Shao Han moaned noiselessly.

A violent gasp rose from Shao Han’s chest. It was already his second orgasm, the lust flooding him from head to toe, making his entire body flush. 

It was a while after that that Yao Sen sat up. He glanced at the time, and when he found that it wasn’t midnight yet, his heart was tinged with subtle regret. He softly asked, “Shao Han, wanna take another shower?”

Shao Han opened his slightly flushed eyes to look at him, then struggled free from Yao Sen’s embrace and got to his feet. His body was uncomfortably sticky, and as he staggered to the bathroom, his fair, lean legs were riddled with hickeys and traces of bodily fluids, and the skin of his knees were a tender red. 

Yao Sen touched his nose, feeling somewhat guilty. “Let me help you…”

Shao Han cleared his throat, wincing at the sting, and answered, “No… Go buy me… Cough… Drops.”

Yao Sen was aware that he was in the wrong. He leaned in and kissed SHao Han’s cheek, a little helpless as he said, “Okay okay, I’ll go buy some. Do you need anything else? Does it hurt down there? Do you need me to buy some ointment?”

Shao Han shook his head, upset and ashamed, not wanting to utter another word. 

When Yao Sen returned with the medicine, Shao Han was sleeping on the bed, freshly showered. His legs were curled under the blankets, his breathing deep and steady. 

Yao Sen quietly put away the medicine and went to the bathroom to take a shower.He climbed into bed and gathered Shao Han in his arms. Shao Han twitched, then shifted in Yao Sen’s arms, finding a comfortable position, before his brows smoothed out once more.

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t/n – lots of liberties taken while translating this chapter. please tell me if anything sounds weird hehe

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