Ch.45 – Does Love at First Sight Exist in Esports?

NSFW.

In the blink of an eye, it was early May, and the players welcomed their last vacation before the competition. With the arrival of Labour Day, the Titans also scheduled a three-day holiday. Meanwhile, the Yiyou Building also provided each club with a holiday benefit—house party vouchers.

A house party was an activity that was more fun the more people there were, so the Titans Club immediately invited the Noah’s Ark players to theirs. Since their friendly match, the Noah’s Ark and Titans players had basically grown close, and their invite was met with an immediate agreement.

The party venue the Yiyou Building so generously provided was equipped with its own gaming facilities. Though they couldn’t compare to the ones they normally used in their training rooms, it was more than enough for some casual face-to-face matches.

The group had initially planned to cook their own meals to gain life experience, but in reality, this idea wasn’t as brilliant as it first seemed. For guys, cooking was a big disaster waiting to happen, and out of the ten guys in their party, no more than three—including Yao Sen—were capable of producing passable dishes.

Shao Han’s cooking skills were actually pretty decent, but unfortunately he only knew how to make spicy dishes that suited his tastes. Just as he was about to raise his hand to inform them that he could cook, the Noah’s Ark members—who’d been made to reconsider their whole lives after a taste of his spicy cooking—pressed his hand down and expressed that it’d be better if they went out to eat.

Their second day of vacation happened to coincide with the North American Alarm Dawn All Star Cup, and everyone agreed to get up early the next morning to watch the competition together. After dinner, they each returned to their own rooms or gathered around to gossip and play games.

While Yao Sen was in the shower, Shao Han received a video call request from Shao Meng. Shao Han, who’d coincidentally been sitting on the bed playing with his phone, immediately accepted the call.

Shao Meng was wearing dinosaur pyjamas and hugging a custom chibi Shao Han doll to her chest. Before he could say hello to her, she was already chirping, “Ge, you’re so handsome, but why do you hold up your camera at such a straight man angle?”

Shao Han had no choice but to lie on his stomach, put on his earphones, and prop his phone against the headboard.

Shao Meng: “Now that’s way better! Every frame can be a lockscreen.”

Shao Han: “Have you done your homework?”

“Don’t mention that word! I’m begging you!” Shao Meng rolled her eyes fiercely, her smile wilting. Then with a sudden exclamation, she said, “Ge, where are you? It doesn’t look like your dorm.”

“I’m not there. I’m at a house party with my team and Yao Sen’s.”

“A house party?! I’m over here vomiting at conic sections while you’re out having fun with God Sen and the others?!”

Shao Han lowered his phone’s volume a little and said, “You can come here and play once your uni entrance exams are over.”

Shao Meng wailed to Shao Han about how she’d been living a life worse than livestock, acting spoiled with her brother all the while. Shao Han listened to her and occasionally hummed in acknowledgement, not forgetting to remind her to study hard.

At that moment, a freshly showered Yao Sen came out of the bathroom and said, “Shao Han, it’s your turn.”

Despite not seeing her idol on screen, Shao Meng’s acute hearing picked up her idol’s voice, and she immediately perked up. “Ge, is that God Sen?!”

Shao Han darted a look at Yao Sen and swiftly angled his phone down so that the bed blocked off the camera. Yao Sen was shirtless, and beads of water were scattered across his still wet back. He walked over and asked, “What’s up? Are you on the phone?”

Shao Han ignored Xiao Meng’s ‘Hellooo? Ge? Are you still there?’ and fetched his earphones. “Put on a shirt,” he told Yao Sen. “I’m videocalling Xiao Meng.”

Instead, Yao Sen leaned down and pecked Shao Han’s ear, laughing softly. “It’s gonna come back off in a bit.”

Shao Han froze briefly before lowering his head and pursing his lips. He furtively bit his lips. The exposed parts of his ears under his sideburns had gone pink. Eventually, he pushed Yao Sen away until he was a fair distance away from the camera, shoved his earphones back in, then sent Shao Meng off to do her homework.

Shao Meng: “Ge! You’re not even gonna let me have a look at God Sen?!”

“Okay okay.” The longer Shao Han spoke, the warmer his back grew from the heated gaze behind him. Subconsciously, his tone grew urgent as he said, “Go do your homework, I’m hanging up now.”

Yao Sen watched him disconnect the call with an expression that was not quite a smile. Shao Han quietly glared at him, yet there wasn’t much weight behind it due to his nerves. He then swiftly disappeared into the bathroom.

Several moments later, the sounds in the bathroom ceased, and Shao Han slowly came out, his ears faintly flushed from the steam. Yao Sen, who was sitting on the bed, looked up and saw Shao Han, dressed in his pyjamas, not even one button left undone. Laughter escaped his lips before he could help it.

Yao Sen tugged Shao Han onto the bed; his fingers twirled the still damp tips of Shao Han’s hair.

“……you really want to do it?” Shao Han’s voice was soft, laced with nerves, almost pleading. His eyes shook, his eyelashes quivered. “There’s not much distance between the rooms here…”

If this sentence had been spoken ten minutes ago, Yao Sen might’ve reconsidered—but Shao Han had readily hung up on Xiao Meng and come out of the bath all sweet and warm. He’d completely served himself on a platter for Yao Sen—if he didn’t kiss him all over, didn’t take him into his arms, could he still be called a man?

The five or six people downstairs were either gaming or watching a movie, their shouts faintly audible from the second floor. If the door to the second floor was shut tight, it could nicely block out the sounds from outside.

The two men in the room embraced each other. Shao Han was completely engulfed in Yao Sen’s arms. Since they’d gone out with the others, he’d thought that Yao Sen would show some restraint and be a little gentler, and yet Yao Sen ate him up whole and tossed him around with even greater ferocity than their last time.

“…….Ah……”

A pent-up moan escaped Shao Han’s throat. He was biting his lips, his cheeks were all flushed, and his gasps spilled over Yao Sen’s shoulder. His legs were parted where he knelt above Yao Sen’s crotch, his thighs trembling imperceptibly. His arms had gone limp, folded around Yao Sen’s shoulders.

Yao Sen held Shao Han’s waist as the latter sank down onto him little by little. With his lower lip between his teeth, Shao Han let out an aggrieved, shuddering cry, “Yao Sen… it hurts…”

Yao Sen’s cock slowly entered Shao Han’s pliant, warm entrance. It took a long, long time, and with great difficulty; Shao Han’s eyes were already watering long before all of Yao Sen was inside him. With him kneeling like this, Yao Sen could penetrate him deeply. Shao Han leaned into Yao Sen’s shoulders and took deep gulps of air, lips bitten so as not to make too much noise.

Yao Sen held his ass and slowly lifted him up and down. Shao Han let out small cries with each thrust; the sounds, laced with that distinct hot-and-cold charm of his, flooded Yao Sen’s ears, making Yao Sen’s throat constrict.

Shao Han felt Yao Sen fucking him harder and harder, and he knew that it would soon push him to the peak of pleasure. Shao Han clenched his teeth as lashes of pleasure washed over him. His waist and buttocks shook repeatedly, and his restrained noises were like a kitten’s cries.

He plopped his head down on Yao Sen’s shoulder, and when he lowered his gaze, he inadvertently saw the lewd scene of Yao Sen’s cock appearing and disappearing between his legs. Shao Han reddened as he watched Yao Sen pull out completely before driving his cock back till the hilt, opening up the tight yet pliant hole. His lower body was so stimulated that it wouldn’t stop twitching.

Yao Sen bore down on Shao Han’s waist and grinded his cock against Shao Han’s prostate, which forced a shout of Shao Han’s lips that was accompanied by a gasp of shock and pleasure so excessive his toes curled.

Shao Han gasped. “Slow down…”

Yao Sen stared at Shao Han unblinkingly, at his fair neck and his quivering throat. He couldn’t resist tucking Shao Han’s sweaty hair behind his ear, and gently teased a plump earlobe with the tip of his tongue.

Shao Han’s eyelashes were moist. His gasps and moans grew increasingly hard to restrain. Yao Sen lifted his body and flipped them over, pushing Shao Han into the bedding. The abrupt change in position made Shao Han cry out in surprise, but Yao Sen didn’t give him a single second to get used to it before he started to thrust in and out of Shao Han’s convulsing hole.

Their previous time was nowhere near as intense as this. Shao Han’s eyes were flushed, and his lower body was tingling from the impact. All the air had practically left his lungs. Yao Sen leaned in to kiss him, swallowing Shao Han’s noises. His faint, cool voice was filled with lust as choked sobs invaded the air.

Shao Han’s body trembled violently. Muffled sobs spilled out of his lips. His hole clenched around Yao Sen tightly as he came wantonly.

Yao Sen pressed a light kiss on Shao Han’s forehead and patted his back in a placating way. Voice husky, he said, “Baby, bear with me for a little longer.”

Muffled moans resounded through the room intermittently, only ceasing bit by bit when the party downstairs dispersed and returned to their rooms to rest.

First thing the next morning, Yao Sen was awakened by Wang Yuxi knocking at his door.

Wang Yuxi stood outside the door and yelled, “Get up! Didn’t we agree to watch the broadcast together!”

Yao Sen yawned and grabbed his phone to check the time, then turned to look at Shao Han, who was sleeping on his side. Shao Han was breathing lightly, half his face buried inside the white blanket. A sliver of his pale shoulder peeked out.

Yao Sen leaned over and stroked Shao Han’s hair. “Baby, wake up. Let’s watch the match.”

Shao Han slowly opened his eyes and frowned at the sunlight coming in through the window. He reflexively siddled close to Yao Sen, a discontent hum escaping his lips.

After sex, Shao Han was always languid and pliant. Yao Sen, who was wide awake, was suddenly overcome with the urge to do Shao Han under the cover of that blanket. He suppressed the twisting thoughts in his head and told Shao Han to get up, then got out of bed to put his clothes on and wash his face.

When Yao Sen reappeared from the bathroom, he found that Shao Han had gone back to bed. Yao Sen couldn’t help laughing, and he helplessly said, “It was so hard to wake you up, why are we back where we started?”

Shao Han mumbled tiredly, “Let me go back to sleep…… Ten more minutes….”

“Okay okay, go to sleep.” Yao Sen held back a laugh, then walked over to tuck Shao Han in. “I’ll come back up in a while to get you.”

Yao Sen went downstairs, where Wang Yuxi and the others had been waiting for some time on the sofas. They were snacking on all sorts of things. Wang Yuxi looked up and gave him a look, asking, “Where’s Shao ge?”

“He doesn’t wanna get up. Let him sleep a little longer.”

This familiar scene and dialogue silenced the Titans members once more. Wang Yuxi’s face was close to blowing up, and he eventually couldn’t hold back. “Fucking hell, is there nothing but sex inside that head of yours?! We came here for a party and you’re getting laid?! You two were going at it when I knocked on your door earlier, weren’t you?!”

Yao Sen took his seat, leaned back on his chair, and gave Wang Yuxi a complicated look. “Hasn’t it only been fifteen minutes since you knocked?”

“……what’s wrong with fifteen minutes?” Wang Yuxi glared at him, then looked at the other Titans. “Isn’t fifteen minutes the average time? Isn’t it?”

Everyone averted their eyes sheepishly, remaining uniformly silent.

Wang Yuxi blustered, “If you’re a man, you should acknowledge it! My bros, my fellow AV connoisseurs… I know that you’re all fifteen minute-men!”

Everyone lowered their heads one after another, collectively wondering if it were possible to launch themselves at Wang Yuxi to stuff his mouth.

A look of understanding dawned on Yao Sen’s face. “Oh, sorry, I’m not too familiar with the times of your average class.”

Wang Yuxi looked at him dumbfoundedly. “Then how long can you last? Come here and spill the beans to your bros.”

“It depends on the mood.” Yao Sen stroked his chin in thought. “I guess an hour?”

Everyone averted their gazes, their expressions gone blank. Even Song Mingzhe, who’d always been quick to answer Yao Sen’s every word, went momentarily mute.

A long time passed before Wang Yuxi spoke up, “…No wonder Shao ge can’t get up… No—Yao Sen, be sure to pay attention to bowel diseases when you’re older.”

Yao Sen: “Does how long I last have anything to do with you?”

A dozen minutes later, when the competition broadcast was about to start, Yao Sen went upstairs to fetch Shao Han. Wang Yuxi rubbed his arms, somewhat terror-stricken, and said, “Now when I think of Shao ge I just feel sympathy.”

The other three people nodded in silence.

“And pity.”

He was again met with nods.

“And envy.”

“…….” Bai Yue almost spurted out a mouthful of water. “No no no, scratch that last one.”

Wang Yuxi realised how ambiguous his words were and immediately tried to rescue his—non-existent—image, slapping the table and shooting up. “I mean I envy Shao ge because he has a partner who can make him feel good! It’s not like I wanna get pounded for a whole hour!”

When Shao Han came down, he was baffled to be on the receiving end of inexplicably reverent gazes from the Titans members.

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轰趴 or hon-pa means “house party” or “home party” which is essentially a private gathering between family/friends/colleagues/etc.

t/n — sorry this chapter took so long! it’s unedited too sadly because i have a headache & i translated the whole thing on my phone so if you spot anything weird please don’t hesitate to tell me.

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