"So, you can take the advantage?" Dean shot back, rolling his eyes dramatically.The man walked back over to Dean, a teasing smirk on his lips. "Since you went all in with the highest-depth massage order, I can help you. After all, it needs to be dealt with. Can’t you leave it like this, right? A 'level ten' order? I’m more than capable, you know."Dean thought it over carefully. The man in front of him was someone he had already been intimate with, so there wasn’t much point in pretending otherwise. If he really needed help and this man was offering, he couldn’t say he was entirely unwilling. Without saying a word, Dean quietly loosened his bathrobe, letting it slip off before slowly lying down again. Turning onto his stomach, he assumed the same position as before, resting face-down on the table.The man grabbed him gently but firmly. "Still daring to lie face down? After what just happened?" he said with a hint of both concern and teasing in his voice. “Just lay flat so you're comf
Dean's stiffness gave way first, leaving the man's hand covered in slime while he was too exhausted to move. But that didn't stop his other hand from attacking, challenging the exhausted man's stamina until it reached its limit and that hand finally stopped, leaving the powerless man shaking from his orgasm. He didn't even have the strength to tremble when his sensitive body was caressed by the two sticky hands at the same time, leaving him with only a soulful moan in a sobbing tone.Though exhausted, Dean felt a profound sense of relief, as if every cell in his body had been liberated. He closed his eyes, resting for a moment, allowing his breathing to return to normal. It was only then, as the calm settled in, that Dean became acutely aware of the man still beside him, gazing at him with unwavering intensity, but soon his eyes were drawn to the man’s crotch area. "You ......""Well, it's obvious—he is awake," the man remarked with a tone of casual certainty as if it were the most na
"Hmm? Would you like to join me for another wash?" Upon hearing the man's remark, Dean only realized that at this moment, he was covered in nothing but only a piece of cloth - his boxer shorts. Before he could react, the man lowered his head and transferred all the effort from his lips to his chest. The soothing rush couldn't help but make Dean moan as if begging for mercy. "Join me? Hmm?" The man covered his lips again, bringing the moaning Dean back into their intimacy."'Okay.'" When Dean's words were out of his mouth, the man picked Dean up and entered the bathroom. In the bathroom, they faced each other naked under the dripping water from the shower and indulged in kissing. On the verge of running out of air, the man pushed Dean onto his back against the glass door and began to enjoy every inch of him behind him. Starting at his neck, up to his shoulders, then his left hand, his right hand, and slowly kissing his way down to his waist and hips. The man's hands caressed Dean's che
The man walked up to Dean, a playful smile on his face as he asked, “So, how’s it feel?”Dean answered honestly, “It’s nice, but I think you’re being a bit dramatic.”The man chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a mysterious spark. “Alright, prepare yourself. In three minutes, we’ll begin the real journey.”Dean didn’t quite understand what the man meant, but seeing the smile on his face, he didn’t press the matter further. In those three minutes, he watched as the man expertly maneuvered the yacht, his curiosity growing about what this “fun journey” really entailed.The three minutes passed quickly, and the man approached Dean. With a simple “Three, two, one,” he suddenly grabbed Dean’s hand and leaped into the sea.Dean’s heart sank, a rush of surprise, anxiety, and excitement coursing through him. The moment he hit the water, he felt it envelop him completely, the sound of the ocean filling his ears. He quickly adjusted to the water, his swimming skills kicking in, though a twinge of u
The man paid no attention to Dean’s resistance, dragging him straight into the sea. By the time Dean was set down, he was drenched from head to toe, glaring at the man with simmering anger. Yet, as his eyes caught the childlike grin on the man’s face, his fury dissolved in an instant. He couldn’t help but wonder—was this man always so fond of smiling? Or had something changed between them?Before long, Dean found himself caught up in the man’s infectious energy, and the two began frolicking in the water. Splashes of seawater danced in the air as their laughter echoed across the waves. Initially, Dean had been cautious, dodging the spray of water with care. But soon enough, he let go of his inhibitions, joining in the carefree chase and playfulness that unfolded in the cool, salty sea.The sun gradually dipped towards the horizon, its warm hues painting the sky, while a gentle breeze caressed their faces. Dean suddenly realized something that startled him—he was beginning to enjoy this
Dean felt the man's kisses gradually move upward to his jawbone and ear as Dean unconsciously turned his head to meet that kiss, accepting the other man's fondling of his tongue and invasion of his mouth. His moans didn't stop with that kiss and became more frequent.Dean's lust was aroused. Seeing the other man still hovering out there, he got antsy and stepped back a little, thinking he could start to connect, but what he got in return was a rubbing of both hips, the next thing he knew the sides were spread apart and a wet feeling, not like an intimate connection or a negative distance eve, instead the thing was flexible.As soon as the man's tongue entered, Dean felt like he was going crazy, not because of the urgency inside, but because of the teasing of that flexible tongue. Dean who was ready for the next step, felt an even greater itch there, and the desire for connection grew stronger.The man bent over; his hands cuffed around the base of Dean's thighs to prevent him from esc
The man was so comfortable with Dean that he couldn't resist grabbing Dean’s head to control his speed and depth, tilting his own head back, and closing his eyes to enjoy the pleasure. Later, the man, still worried about Dean's neck because it was uncomfortable going up and down, grabbed Dean’s head and held it still while he moved his crotch himself.When the man was almost done, he grabbed Dean's head with both hands and pulled him up, pulling him down onto him. "Okay, your turn." Dean was still trying to get up and start when the man took him in with a hand tightly around his waist. "Good boy, it's better to get it first." With that, he lifted his head and kissed Dean, making Dean commit to the kiss before slowly lying back down.The man's other hand began to massage Dean's lower back, the gentle rubbing was like an itch to Dean, an itch that made him squirm and indirectly rub against the man's lower back. The man, who was already ready to be rubbed, also got on top, but he was wel
“Dean, my dad is forcing me into another blind date!” Leo’s voice carried a hint of despair. “In a fit of frustration, I came out to him—I told him I’m gay. And now he’s furious, completely losing it, and demanding that I get married. He refuses to listen to anything I say. I don’t know what to do anymore.” From the tone of Leo’s voice, Dean could easily imagine the helplessness he must be feeling.Taking a deep breath, Dean glanced at the man beside him, who was casually rifling through his suitcase. “Leo, I understand how you feel,” he said calmly. “Have you tried asking Damon for help?”“I did,” Leo replied, his voice tinged with disappointment and helplessness. “But he just brushed me off, and now he won’t even pick up my calls. That’s why I had no choice but to come to you.”Dean fell silent for a moment, his thoughts churning as he cast another glance at the man beside him. Could the reason Damon wasn’t answering Leo’s calls be tied to him? After all, they had just spent time to
Damon’s hand was the first to rest gently on his, his voice tender but tinged with worry. "Are you okay?"Chen gently supported his shoulder, carefully studying his face. "Do you feel any discomfort?"Shawn furrowed his brow, his gaze never leaving him. "Do you need me to call a doctor?"Greg’s expression was more somber than the others, a hint of restlessness in his voice as he sighed. "Why aren't you speaking? Does something hurt again?"Dean blinked, fully realizing that he had indeed returned.The words of the messenger from the afterlife echoed in his mind—he hadn’t been taken advantage of by Joe. Yet, even so, he still needed to hear it from these four, to hear the truth from them before he could truly find peace.He cleared his throat slowly, his voice hoarse. "I... was I... slept with?"The four of them froze almost simultaneously, their expressions varying, yet all betraying a mix of anger and concern.Damon tightened his grip on his hand, looking at him with unwavering deter
Dean held his breath, barely daring to hear the words that were about to follow.Joe slowly curved his lips into a smile, and with a soft exhale, he uttered two words that sent a chill through the air."Sleep with you."As his words hung in the air, Joe didn’t hesitate for a moment. He leaned down, capturing Dean’s lips with an intensity that left no room for escape.Joe’s kiss was ruthless and commanding, carrying the unmistakable weight of someone who expected complete control, without the slightest trace of tenderness. Dean tried to pull away, but he couldn’t even summon the strength to turn his head. The pressure from Joe’s presence was overwhelming. He fought desperately, but the lingering numbness from the shock earlier still gripped his body, leaving his limbs unresponsive. Every attempt at resistance only felt more futile than the last.Joe clearly showed no concern for Dean’s resistance; if anything, he seemed to take pleasure in the desperation of his prey. With one hand, he
Dean’s face drained of color in an instant, his pupils narrowing slightly. “What?” he breathed, his voice barely a whisper.Sally shrugged casually as if discussing something insignificant. “It was me who told everyone you were an easy target, which is why they liked bullying you.”It was as though the very foundation of Dean’s world crumbled at that moment.He stared at Sally, his eyes wide with shock, anger, and disbelief. He never could have imagined that the painful memories from his childhood and adolescence, the ones that haunted him, had all come from the very sister he had trusted most.He opened his mouth, but the words were trapped in his throat as if his very vocal cords had been scorched by fire. “Why…?”Sally’s laugh was sharp, dripping with sarcasm. “Why do you look so shocked? Fine, let me tell you,” she said with a lazy smile.She narrowed her eyes slightly, a malicious curve to her lips. “I did it all to make you angry, to push you into cutting ties with me.”Dean’s f
Joe strolled toward him at a leisurely pace, a knowing smile playing at the corner of his lips. With eerie ease, he scooped Dean off the ground as though lifting a helpless kitten, the motion so smooth it sent a chill down Dean’s spine."Be good," Joe murmured, his voice soft and almost playful as he gently placed Dean back on the bed.Then, standing before Sally, Joe lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her cheek, a smug look spreading across his face. "See, I told you, your plan isn’t going to work."Sally didn’t say a word. She just coldly watched Dean on the bed, her gaze unreadable, emotions flickering behind her eyes like a storm waiting to break.Joe bent down, his fingers curling around Dean's chin, forcing him to look up and meet his eyes.There was something possessive in his gaze—mocking, assessing, even tinged with a dark, almost malicious amusement."Your little brother, huh? He's a lot sharper than you think," Joe remarked, his voice lazy, a playful hint of admiration
The air in the room grew thick with emotion, the weight of years apart pressing down on them in silence.For a long while, neither of them spoke.Finally, Dean broke the quiet, his voice carrying a tangle of emotions.“Sis… your face…”Sally loosened her hold on him and gave a small smile. “I had an accident. It left me scarred, so… I no longer look the same.”Dean fell silent.A flicker of pain crossed his gaze.Memories crashed over him—the fights, the reckless words, the way they parted on bitter terms… the way they had cut ties completely.For years, he had convinced himself she wanted nothing to do with him, that she had disappeared from his life for good.But now—she was here.Alive.The realization came with a wave of overwhelming guilt.He lowered his head, his throat tightening. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke.“Sis, I’m sorry.”Sally’s eyes widened slightly. Then, with a soft chuckle, she reached out and ruffled his hair, just like she used to when they were kids.
Bang!Greg slammed his palm against the wall, caging Dean in with a forceful wall bang.Before Dean could even react, a searing heat crashed against his lips—Greg kissed him.Unlike Damon’s tenderness, Chen’s aggression, or Shawn’s untamed wildness, Greg’s kiss was something else entirely. It was possessive, dangerous, and completely unchecked in its intensity.His hand cupped the back of Dean’s neck, his tongue forcefully prying his lips apart, devouring him with unrelenting dominance. It wasn’t just a kiss but a claim, as if he was trying to erase every other mark left on Dean’s body.Dean’s eyes widened in shock, his entire body burning with humiliation. He wanted to die on the spot.Panicked, he instinctively raised his hands to push Greg away, but the man showed no intention of letting go. If anything, he deepened the kiss, pressing even closer—And then, suddenly—He was yanked away.Damon, Chen, and Shawn had had enough. Without hesitation, they ripped Greg off of Dean and, be
Dean’s breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding wildly, uncontrollably.Chen let out a low laugh, releasing him, and with a swift, practiced movement, his long fingers tugged at Dean’s collar, leaving a deep kiss mark on his left shoulder.Then, Chen planted several more marks on Dean's collarbone.His actions carried an unmistakable sense of possession as if declaring his claim most intimately.Once he was done, Chen straightened up, admiring the marks he had left, a dangerous smile curling at the corner of his lips.“Alright, for now, this will do.”Chen gently pinched Dean’s chin, his voice low but firm. "But remember, you're mine."Only after that did he release him, turning to walk out of the bathroom.Dean stood frozen, his legs barely holding him up.He took a deep breath, raising a hand to cover his flushed face, his heart racing so fast it felt like it might explode.His gaze fell on his reflection in the mirror—his lips swollen and red from the kiss, the visible marks
He didn't merely kiss him; there was a darker intent in the way he sucked on Dean's skin. The pressure wasn't overwhelming, but it was enough to leave a faint mark behind. Damon lingered, savoring his work with a subtle satisfaction before continuing his relentless assault.Dean was already growing dizzy from the kisses.His breath quickened, his eyes unfocused, and his rational mind seemed to be slowly consumed by Damon. He tried to push him away, but those arms wrapped around him were like iron bands, unyielding and impossible to escape."Da...mon..."He gasped, calling out Damon’s name once more, only to be met with a low, amused chuckle from him."Mm?" Damon’s lips returned, this time shifting to the other side of Dean's neck, leaving yet another mark of his possession.Dean had long since stopped resisting. He hadn't even realized it himself, but he was slowly, inevitably falling under the spell of Damon’s gentle yet unrelenting assault.It wasn’t until both sides of his neck wer
He spoke with an effortless ease as if he truly didn’t care about the doubts they had raised. But everyone present knew better—he was deliberately avoiding the issue.Before anyone could press him further, he smoothly steered the conversation in another direction. His gaze shifted toward Dean, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile played at the corner of his lips."It's rare for us to meet like this," he said lightly. "Why not make the most of it and get along? Besides—" He paused, his eyes flickering with an unreadable emotion. "I feel my wife finds Dean rather intriguing as well… Isn't that right, my dear?"Dean felt his stomach drop.Joe’s words sounded casual enough, yet something was unsettling about them, a hidden implication that made his skin crawl. And that uneasy feeling only deepened the moment Sally spoke."Hmm…" She let out a soft, lilting laugh, her voice smooth as silk. Absentmindedly twirling a lock of her curled hair between her fingers, she fixed Dean with a gaze t