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
In the escape room, Leo’s sharp wit shone as he deciphered the puzzles with remarkable speed, while Dean pitched in with clever suggestions and keen observations. The two worked seamlessly together, their teamwork punctuated by bursts of laughter as they celebrated each small victory. The camaraderie was infectious, and Dean couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so freely.At the PC gaming café, the pair dove into an intense multiplayer game. The room buzzed with excitement as they strategized, shouted instructions, and cheered each other on in the heat of battle. For a brief moment, the weight of their responsibilities lifted, and Dean felt as though he’d been transported back to a carefree, youthful time. It was a day of pure fun, leaving them both with smiles that lingered long after the games ended.Though the flurry of activities had left Dean feeling a little worn out, he still thoroughly enjoyed himself. It had been ages since he’d had the chance to unwind like this. Sin
Damon knew all too well the false charm Chen could project, and he was certain his twin would resort to any means to win. The mere thought of losing Dean, of handing him over to Chen, was intolerable. Determined to make things right, Damon leaned closer, his voice soft and soothing as he continued to explain.“Haven’t I already shown you how much you mean to me? I’ve been different with you, haven’t I?” he said, his tone a mix of urgency and tenderness. “It’s just that I missed you so much after not seeing you for those few days. That’s all it was—I missed you terribly.”Brimming with sincerity, his eyes sought to reassure Dean, his words a gentle attempt to bridge the rift between them.Dean finally turned around, his emotions overflowing as he began to pound on Damon’s chest. “Do you know how much it hurt last night?” he cried, his voice trembling with suppressed tears. “You used to be so gentle with me, always making sure I was ready, taking your time. I was genuinely grateful for
The phone rang a few times before the man picked up. His voice came through the receiver, familiar and laced with a hint of teasing nonchalance. “Hey, Dean? What’s got you calling me all of a sudden?” There was an unsettling air of control in his tone as if he was amused by the situation, even pleased.Dean clenched the phone tightly, struggling to suppress the storm brewing within him. His voice, though trembling with both anger and anxiety, carried an unmistakable determination. “You... Who exactly are you?” he demanded, the words slipping through gritted teeth. He needed answers, and he needed them now, the weight of his suspicion and confusion pressing heavily on him.The man on the other end of the line fell silent for a moment before replying with a sly, almost mocking tone. “Aren’t we quite familiar already? After all the time we’ve spent together, do I really need to introduce myself?” His words dripped with a mix of humor and provocation as if savoring the chaos unfolding on
Dean frowned in thought, clearly aware that search engines could only take him so far. Despite the internet being flooded with reports and rumors about these gangs, he understood that the truth often lay hidden beneath layers of speculation and misinformation. While the Dragon Gang seemed to operate on the same tier as the Cobra Gang, Shark Gang, and Golden Eagle Gang, its reputation didn’t align with what he had observed firsthand. This stark discrepancy left Dean more puzzled and uneasy than before.He knew all too well that if he truly wanted to uncover the truth about Chen Dankworth’s background, relying solely on internet searches would be futile. The information online was chaotic, riddled with inconsistencies, and shrouded in half-truths. The real secrets—the ones that mattered—would never be laid bare for public consumption. To get closer to the heart of the matter, Dean realized he would need to find those who truly understood the shadowy underworld: people who lived and brea
It wasn’t a submission. It was a performance. A game he had decided to play, one that blurred the lines between genuine passion and calculated intent. Dean poured himself into the kiss, letting it serve as a bridge and a shield, knowing it was the only way to keep Damon close while carefully guarding the turmoil roiling within.Damon couldn't shake off the discomfort that crept over him, a gnawing unease triggered by Dean’s sudden assertiveness. The thought crossed his mind—was this behavior something Dean had picked up after spending time with Chen? The overplayed eagerness felt contrived, unnatural, and even irritating. What he had once yearned for now felt tainted, replaced by an unsettling dissonance that prickled his nerves.He abruptly shoved Dean away, his face darkened by displeasure. “Dean, what’s going on? What are you doing?” His voice carried a restrained anger, his sharp gaze locking onto Dean as if searching for answers, demanding an explanation for this unexpected shift
He spoke leisurely, but his tone showed a trace of helplessness. “She even told me to stay away from you. Said a kid like you had no business getting tangled up with people like us… that you'd only end up getting hurt.”Dean fell silent. He could understand Greg’s mother’s concerns—the Golden Eagle Gang’s reputation was well-known. And back then, he had been just an ordinary student… a little crybaby, even.But then Greg’s tone shifted, tinged with pride. “I proved to her that you weren’t a coward, just someone who knew how to endure. Only then did she agree to help me and speak to that old man. And after that… well, the old man took care of the problem.”So that was it. Everything finally clicked into place.Dean finally found his voice, though there was still disbelief in it. “How did you prove it?”Greg chuckled softly. There was an unmistakable laziness in his voice as he drawled, “I had my guys pretend to go after your family. And you rushed out to protect them. That doesn’t exac
Dean was momentarily stunned, then let out a sigh and smiled. “You truly do know a lot.”Robert lazily waved a hand, his tone carrying a hint of indifference. “Go get some rest…”Dean nodded, stood up, and headed for the door. Just as he reached it, he turned back to glance at Robert, a mix of emotions flickering in his gaze. “Uncle Robert, see you later.”Robert watched his retreating figure, the corners of his lips curling slightly. There was a barely perceptible trace of admiration in his eyes. ‘What a good kid.’Just as Dean was about to step out, Robert suddenly spoke. “By the door, on the left-hand shelf, second tier, second from the right—those antique gold-rimmed cups. Take them. They’re yours.”Dean froze mid-step, turning back in surprise. “I can’t possibly accept that!”Robert’s expression remained unchanged, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority. “Take them. No refusals.”Dean opened his mouth, wanting to protest, but in the end, he simply walked over to the s
Dean furrowed his brow, a sense of unease creeping up his spine. Something in Robert’s words hinted at layers beneath the surface, as though there were truths left unspoken. His fingers tightened slightly as if trying to steady the flutter of uncertainty in his chest. “Like what? How much do you know? How… how far back does it go?”Robert’s gaze remained steady and sharp as he slowly uttered a name. “I know about what happened between you and Benjamin Winston. Does that answer your question?”The air seemed to freeze at that moment. Dean’s usually composed expression cracked, a flicker of shock flashing across his face. His throat tightened, his pupils narrowing slightly. Almost instinctively, he took a small step back, his lips trembling. “You… how could you know?”Robert’s gaze didn’t waver. He still held that unsettling calm, the air around him thick with a sense of unspoken power. But his voice carried a subtle pressure. “Do you know why that bastard stopped?”Dean’s breath caught
"If we’re going to look into this, someone has to talk to him." Dean’s expression remained calm, but his eyes were unwavering. "I’ll be careful."Greg stared at Dean long before muttering, "Don't trust that old man too easily."Dean gave a nod and then set off on the final stretch of the path leading to the villa. He hadn’t expected anything particularly unusual—until he emerged onto an open clearing and saw a private helicopter approaching. He froze for a few seconds. Good thing he wasn’t afraid of heights, or else he would never have a chance to meet the old man.The helicopter carried him up to the mountaintop, where a team of impeccably trained attendants awaited him. They said nothing, merely bowed with perfect composure and led him forward.It wasn’t until he stepped inside the legendary villa that he truly grasped the scale of its opulence.The corridor alone was dazzling—gilded and magnificent, lined with a carpet so thick and plush that each step felt as if it might swallow h
Greg’s gaze drifted from Chen and Damon back to Ben, his eyes narrowing slightly, a calculating glint hidden beneath his casual demeanor.Ben’s eyes gleamed with a mix of defiance and challenge, a hint of resentment flickering beneath his arrogant demeanor. He lifted his chin slightly, his face radiating pride. “Well, young master, I have now proved I’m not the mastermind behind all this.”Shawn’s footsteps approached from a distance, calm and measured as ever. His voice carried a cool tone. “Maybe not for those two matters, but I have something else here.” He walked steadily toward them, his hand gently resting on Dean’s, each step was deliberate, though the weight of the situation seemed to hang heavily in the air.Greg offered a faint smile, his voice laced with a cold undertone. “Your interrogations never seem to stop, do they? You’ve certainly left a trail of misdeeds.” He glanced briefly at Ben, his eyes devoid of pity. “But do you think you can escape this?”Ben’s expression sh
Damon gave a slight nod, his expression unreadable, his eyes dark and impenetrable, as they could see straight into Ben’s soul. "That’s right. Now… how about you hand over that little thing you’ve got?" He turned to Greg."This?" Greg glanced at the gun in his hand, hesitation flashing in his eyes. After a tense pause, he forced a grin. "Alright… but don’t touch him there. Leave that part for me."Damon’s eyes gleamed with a cold smile, his voice chillingly casual. "Fine. Then I’ll cripple him first."Ben’s heart sank like a stone, his pulse racing as if his blood were flowing in reverse. He drew a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. "Gentlemen… can’t we talk this through?"Damon’s lips curled into a sharp, almost cruel smile, his eyes filled with disdain. "Sure. I’ll give you one chance to speak properly. Waste it… and there’s nothing I can do to help you." His tone was light, almost indifferent, but it carried an unmistakable weight that crushed the air out of the room.Ben’s
Greg’s uncle caught a glimpse of the simmering intent to kill in Greg’s eyes and finally broke down. His voice trembled uncontrollably, each word drenched in panic. "Young master! It was him! He told me to do it! Please, young master, just grant me a swift end!"Greg turned his head slightly, throwing a glance at his uncle. A cold, humorless chuckle escaped his lips. "Alright. Since you are being so sincere, I’ll deal with him first."He raised his hand, pointing the gun directly at Ben’s most vulnerable spot. The barrel loomed close—too close. Ben stared at it in wide-eyed terror, the last threads of his composure snapping. He collapsed into desperate sobs. "No! Please, no! Young master!""Fair is fair. He’s already been dealt with down there. Now, it’s your turn."Ben broke completely, his voice cracking with raw fear and anguish. "I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything! I’m not the mastermind! Neither is your uncle! We’re just pawns! He takes orders from me, and I… I follow the orders
Greg’s eyes narrowed as he shifted his gaze toward the man, his expression colder than ice. His voice was calm but laced with lethal intent. “Go on. Keep talking.”The man’s lips quivered before he finally broke down and spoke. “It was me… I waited until she fell asleep, then lit the charcoal to make it look like a suicide…”A heavy silence fell over the hall, suffocating and absolute. For a brief moment, it seemed the truth had finally surfaced—until the man suddenly raised a trembling hand and pointed in another direction. “But it wasn’t my idea! He made me do it! He’s the mastermind!”All eyes followed his finger and landed on Benjamin Winston.Ben, clutching his ribs in pain, still forced himself to stand tall, his voice rising defiantly. “Nonsense! You can’t just spout accusations like that! You can twist the story all you want, but don’t think I’ll sit here and take it!”Greg sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “Oh, you’re one to talk. Since when have you ever told the tr
Dean froze for a moment, then gave a small nod, though a deeper storm raged in his heart. He couldn’t deny it—Greg was terrifyingly formidable. His every movement exuded authority, and with just a few words, he could break a person’s will completely. Watching him, Dean couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. This heir to the underworld was far from ordinary—he was a born predator.The tension in the hall thickened like smoke, suffocating and inescapable. Greg’s voice, calm yet commanding, cut through the heavy silence. Sitting with one leg crossed over the other, he looked every bit like a judge presiding over a grim trial. His words carried an air of finality."That’s enough for now," he declared, eyes sweeping over the room. "Now, let’s move on… to the matter of my Aunty Jane."The moment he spoke her name, a chill ran through the room like an icy draft. Ben, still writhing on the floor, weakly lifted his head, his voice barely a croak. "W-What…?"Greg’s gaze dropped lazily to Ben, but his