“Ren Yu, take my charger and leave already.” Ren Yi tried shooing her away.
She quickly shook her head, forgetting about who she was messaging, “Nope. Nope. Like I said, forget the charger. I need to know more. When did this start happening?”
Song Mu groaned, covering his face, “Ren Yu, please can we not start this?” He knew how Ren Yu could get; he worked with her for a long time. She would not let it go until she had all the details. She is worse than Liang Hai, and that is saying something.
“Oh no, we are not passing this up. I need to hear it all.” Then she gasped like she discovered something, “Have you two been fucking when Song Mu would come over?”
Choking on his spit, Song Mu shook his head, getting ready to say something when Ren Yi muttered, “We could have been if you didn’t come in.”
Oh lord, someone, please kill Song Mu now.
“Let’s pause for a second,” Song Mu told the twins before anything more could continue, “me and Ren Yi just got together. We have not been fucking. And there is nothing else to say.” He did not need to go into detail for Ren Yu.
Once he starts, there would be no end to her questions.
“Now that you heard it, take my charger and leave.” Ren Yi tried kicking his sister out once more. It has been a while since he had seen Song Mu and he wanted alone time with him.
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His sister rubbed her chin, looking between them before her eyes lit up. Oh no, Song Mu knew she had discovered something else. “My brother has a tattoo fetish, meaning you have tattoos, right?” She asked Song Mu.
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Vbcu Ze aegcfv gfv jr tf qeiifv Efc Te’r olcufgr boo tlr rtlga, rfaalcu la yjmx vbkc. Efc Tl delmxis ugjyyfv tlr mtjgufg boo atf ajyif yfobgf rtbnlcu la abkjgvr tlr rlrafg, “Xfa bea.”
She grabbed the charger, “Fine. Fine. Enjoy your time with my makeup artist. And Song Mu, we are going to talk about that body you have been hiding.” She finally walked out.
Song Mu internally shook his head; they would not talk about anything. Honestly, if it weren’t for his father being a muscle head, he wouldn’t have a body like this.
Ren Yi grabbed the bottom of his shirt, playing with it, “I don’t like my sister seeing your body.”
“It is not like she can touch my body like you can.” Song Mu instantly replied. Ren Yi lightly smirked, slipping his hands inside Song Mu’s shirt as he touched his stomach, softly scratching it.
His hand slipped lower, causing Song Mu to grab his hand, stopping him. “Did I say you can touch?” His voice went down one octave, sounding sexy and stern.
Ren Yi swallowed, shaking his head as he looked at Song Mu, looking submissive, “You didn’t.”
“Then why are you?” Song Mu asked, his eyes falling towards Ren Yi’s soft lips. He wanted to suck and bite them until they were swollen. He had to stop himself from licking his lips, but nothing stopped his eyes from darkening with desire.
“I couldn’t help myself.” Ren Yi admitted. Once he saw Song Mu’s body and tattoos, he honestly couldn’t help himself.
“We are going to teach you patience, and you know how?” Song Mu told him, remembering the gift Yao Wen left him at his door. At first, he was embarrassed, especially when Yao Wen guessed his dominant nature.
But, Yao Wen told him that he should use the gift because he guaranteed Ren Yi would enjoy it.
So, he brought it with him, thinking about using the gift.
“How?” Ren Yi asked.
Song Mu smiled as he leaned forward to whisper in Ren Yi’s ear, “You’ll see.”
They were out, walking into the movie theater. As they made their way to the counter, Song Mu bought two tickets to a comedy movie. “Here you go, sir,” the worker handed the tickets before glancing to the side of Song Mu, “is he okay?”
Song Mu glanced at a trembling Ren Yi leaning against him. He (Song Mu) had his hand in his pocket, touching a remote inside as he hit the increase button. Ren Yi leaned his head down, shaking some more as he bit his lip to keep in his sounds.
“He is. He just gets cold easily.” Song Mu responded before walking towards the food area. Ren Yi continued to hold onto him as Song Mu bought them one large popcorn and two drinks.
He handed the drinks to Ren Yi, “Don’t drop them.”
Ren Yi could only nod as his hands shook with the drinks in them. His legs wobbled as he tried walking straighter since Song Mu no longer supported him.
Song Mu gave the tickets to the woman as she tore a piece and told them where the movie was. They walked into the theater, making their way towards the back. The place was not packed, which gave them space.
Once they sat down, Ren Yi shakily put the drinks in the cupholder as Song Mu rested the popcorn in his lap. He reached in his pocket, pulling out the remote. “How do you feel?” He whispered towards Ren Yi.
Ren Yi looked at him with teary eyes, squeezing his legs tightly together as his fingers dug into the fabric of his pants. “F-Fine.” He stuttered. He was lying; he was doing far from okay. Ren Yi wanted to touch himself so badly.
Song Mu pushed the button, upping the speed once more, causing Ren Yi to cover his mouth as low whimpers spilled out. “Don’t lie to me. Remember what happens to naughty boys?”
“T-They get p-ah-punish.” Ren Yi moved his hand away, whispering in response.
Moving his free hand, Song Mu rested it on Ren Yi’s leg, squeezing it, causing Ren Yi to almost whimper loudly, “Good boy.”
Oh my… 👀👀👀
Oohhh such a good movie 😯