The club was alive with music, the bass vibrating through the floor, the scent of alcohol and sweat thick in the air. Li Ming stepped inside, rolling his shoulders as his sharp gaze scanned the crowd. It didn't take him long to spot Wang Yang—lounging in a VIP booth, an arm lazily draped over a stunning girl.
Li Ming smirked and strolled over, sliding into the seat across from them. "Where's mine?" he asked, leaning back casually.
Wang Yang chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy circles on the girl's thigh. "Yanyan wants both of us tonight."
Li Ming's smirk deepened. "Oh? Lucky her."
Yanyan, a petite beauty with curves in all the right places, bit her lip and nodded. "I can handle both of you."
Li Ming raised an eyebrow at Wang Yang, who merely grinned before downing the rest of his drink. "Let's see if you can keep up," he murmured, voice dripping with mischief.
Within minutes, the three of them disappeared into a private room.
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Inside, the air was thick with anticipation. Li Ming unbuttoned his shirt, letting it slide off his shoulders. Wang Yang, already shirtless, leaned back against the bed, watching.
But then, something unexpected happened.
His eyes landed on Li Ming's chest, and for the first time in his life, he hesitated. His mind, usually filled with nothing but carnal desire, paused. How the hell are his nipples that pink? Is that even normal?
The thought startled him. His throat ran dry.
Li Ming caught the stare and smirked. "What? You into me now?"
Wang Yang scoffed, shaking the ridiculous thought from his head. "Shut up."
Yanyan, oblivious to the tension, wrapped her arms around Li Ming's neck, pressing herself against him. That was enough to pull them both back into the moment.
The night went on, heat rising, bodies colliding. But after just one round, Yanyan tapped out, breathless and exhausted. "I—I can't," she panted, slipping out of bed. "You two… are insane."
She left, leaving the room heavy with silence.
Wang Yang, however, wasn't satisfied. His frustration was evident in the way he ran a hand through his hair, eyes dark with something unresolved.
"No one else left?" he muttered, glancing toward the door.
Li Ming smirked. "Greedy bastard."
Wang Yang didn't answer. Instead, his gaze flickered back to Li Ming—lingering, searching. Li Ming felt his smirk fade as he registered the intensity in those eyes. The air in the room shifted, thickening.
Then, Wang Yang spoke. "You know… we could help each other out."
Li Ming blinked. "What?"
Wang Yang leaned in slightly, voice low. "I mean, it's not like we haven't seen each other naked before."
Li Ming let out a disbelieving laugh. "You're kidding."
Wang Yang's eyes gleamed with something wicked. "Just for tonight," he murmured. "You can't do this one thing for your best friend?"
Li Ming stiffened as Wang Yang's fingers ghosted over his skin, his breath warm against his neck. This was different. This was dangerous.
"I'm straight," Li Ming muttered, more to himself than anything.
"So am I," Wang Yang countered. "But it's just for tonight."
A hesitation. A heartbeat.
Then Wang Yang's lips crashed onto his.
It was raw, unexpected, wrong—and yet, Li Ming didn't push him away. His mind screamed at him to stop, but his body had other ideas. Wang Yang's hands were firm, knowing, igniting sensations that Li Ming had never felt before—not with any of the girls he'd been with.
The kiss deepened, and suddenly, the world outside the room didn't exist.
Tonight, they weren't best friends. They weren't playboys. They were just two men, drowning in desire they didn't understand.
And there was no turning back.