Do you believe in love at first sight?

Chapter ：12.1

Ethan frowned and punched him. "I'm an adult, not a little adult!"

Before Ethan finished his sign language, Maxwell scooped him up and took him to the kitchen without any difficulty.

“You little thing, trying to act like a grown-up?” Maxwell teased all the way, setting Ethan down in a chair by the dining table.

Ethan, now pouting, grabbed his utensils and began shoveling food into his mouth with determination, as if to prove he wasn’t a kid.

Seeing this, Maxwell quickly sat down, joining the battle for food. For a while, their playful banter paused, replaced by their shared mission of finishing the meal. After all, as the saying goes, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

But don’t think that this argument would be forgotten with the end of the meal. Maxwell had no intention of letting Ethan off that easily. He just wanted to see more of that adorable, flushed face and those big, defiant eyes whenever Ethan tried to argue that he was all grown up.

This debate wasn’t going to end anytime soon. Maxwell’s goal was simply to coax out Ethan’s cutest expressions, while Ethan, stubborn as ever, was determined to prove he was no longer a child.

The days passed peacefully and happily.

The next week evening, after dinner, Ethan was solely focused on taking a shower, completely unaware of the mischievous glint hidden beneath the smile on Maxwell’s face. Ethan entered his bedroom, undressed, and headed into the bathroom for a shower.

Meanwhile, Maxwell quietly opened Ethan’s bedroom door, watching as he stepped into the bathroom and he a plan already in place, Maxwell had taken his shower earlier before dinner, so he now lay on Ethan’s bed with a wide grin, eagerly anticipating what the person in the shower would do once they realized what had happened.

As expected, once the sound of the water stopped, the faint noise of someone rummaging through things came from the bathroom. Maxwell couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Earlier, while Ethan was busy preparing dinner, Maxwell had snuck into the bathroom and removed all the clean towels and robes from the cabinet, leaving only a small towel, barely large enough to wrap around the waist, hanging on the wall.

Before long, the bathroom door creaked open, revealing Ethan’s naked, freshly dried, and flawlessly fair body. His face wore an expression of utter confusion, which made Maxwell gasp at the breathtaking sight.

Ethan, still perplexed, stood frozen when he saw Maxwell lying on his bed. For a moment, he even forgot to cover himself. Maxwell made no effort to hide his gaze, openly admiring every inch of Ethan’s body.

It took Ethan, whose reactions were always a little slow, some time to notice Maxwell’s gaze roaming up and down his body with ill intent. Finally realizing his current state, Ethan’s face flushed red in embarrassment, and he turned, about to dash back into the bathroom.

But Maxwell, who had planned everything meticulously, wasn’t about to let him escape. In a swift motion, he wrapped his arms around Ethan’s waist and pulled him onto the bed with him.

Ethan, now naked and cradled in Maxwell’s arms, panicked and struggled, trying to cover himself with his hands while simultaneously motioning for Maxwell to let him go. In his flustered state, his hands almost tangled together.

Maxwell easily pinned him down on the bed, silencing his stammering protests with a kiss that deepened into a passionate, quieting embrace.

After a long moment, Maxwell gazed into Ethan’s ocean-blue eyes, now brimming with desire. His voice, usually smooth, turned low and husky, “Give yourself to me, Ethan. Will you?”

The small hands that had been pressed against Maxwell’s chest trembled slightly. Ethan’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, but his eyes stayed locked on Maxwell’s, brimming with seriousness.

Ethan had experienced s*x many times before, but it had never left him with pleasant memories—only pain and humiliation. Because of this, he was fearful of s*x, even disgusted by it. Yet, he knew that s*x was supposed to be something beautiful. People often said, and books described, how wonderful intimacy between lovers could be.

Maxwell was someone Ethan cared about deeply. He wanted to become a part of him, to experience what s*x could truly feel like with someone he loved. Maybe, through Maxwell, he could understand what it is feeling.

After a moment’s hesitation, Ethan nodded, his large, star-like eyes squeezing shut as his face flushed crimson. Maxwell smiled, his lips brushing tenderly against Ethan’s, his hands gliding over Ethan’s pale skin. The smooth, velvety texture,so different from a woman’s,but captivated Maxwell.

At first, Ethan’s body was rigid, but slowly, under Maxwell’s touch, he began to relax, his eyes fluttering open to meet Maxwell’s gentle, dark gaze.

“Help me take off my clothes,” Maxwell whispered, lowering his head to plant soft kisses along Ethan’s slender neck.

With trembling hands, Ethan fumbled to remove the already half-unbuttoned shirt from Maxwell’s shoulders, feeling their now bare chests press against each other. His heart raced so fast he could barely manage to undo the loose waistband of Maxwell’s pants.

Maxwell seemed intent on driving Ethan wild, pressing their bodies close, then slipping out of his pants. The slightest movement sent sparks of sensation between them, the friction making Ethan moan involuntarily. A fire ignited inside him, a hunger so intense he couldn’t help but writhe, trying to escape the overwhelming heat that was consuming him. But the more he struggled, the deeper the feeling became.

“I love your reactions, Ethan” Maxwell murmured, his voice filled with amusement. Ethan’s innocence, the way he seemed completely unaccustomed to such passion, made him even more endearing, his shyness and confusion so evident in his expression.

Sweat poured from their bodies as they moved together, perfectly in sync, until they both reached the peak of pleasure, falling together into the abyss of desire.