Chapter 5.1 (1/2)
Deep in the Act
Translator: Kotoni
Editor: Drogan
Quality Check: Isalee
First Published on Chaleuria
Chapter 5.1 (NSFW)
The sound of heavy panting filled Zhang Zhun's ears; he could hear nothing else as heat roiled through his body, every tensed inch of skin trembling under Chen Hsin's fondling touch. Melding hip to hip, pressing thigh against thigh, they lay together in his bed, stripped down to their underwear. Now and then, hardened nipples would slide against skin drenched in sweat, triggering waves of electrifying pleasure that rippled unbearably through their bodies.
Chen Hsin's hair fell on his face, light and playful, haloed in gold as the faint morning light shone through the thick curtains. Zhang Zhun could not believe how far things had gone since they started cohabiting under orders thirteen days ago - kisses melted into hugs, tentative touches grew into wild, uncontrolled caresses… and now, here they were, inseparably entwined like actual lovers, crus.h.i.+ng their bodies against each other as if their lives depended on it.
Lapping at the crook of Zhang Zhun's neck, Chen Hsin grabbed Zhang Zhun by the a.s.s. Through the thin fabric of Zhang Zhun's pants, he kneaded the mounds of flesh slowly, as if he were fondling a woman's b.r.e.a.s.t.s. ”Your legs…” he muttered hoa.r.s.ely. ”Spread your legs.”
Delirious with desire, Zhang Zhun obliged in a daze. Immediately, he felt something hard and hot press against the proof of his own arousal between his open legs. He was already hard, but as Chen Hsin rocked against him in flagrant l.u.s.t, he could not help but moan at the excruciating stimulation to his senses.
Controlled and deliberate, Chen Hsin humped against Zhang Zhun's bulge, alternating the pressure and pace of his thrusts as he teased the body under him. ”Feels good huh?” He asked, laughter in his voice, ”Do you like it fast? Or slow?”
Wordlessly, Zhang Zhun turned his head away and sank his teeth into his lower lip. His reaction annoyed Chen Hsin to no end. ”What's wrong with feeling good, hm?” he taunted as he latched onto the corner of Zhang Zhun's tightly clenched lips. Like a suckling cat, he licked persistently and sloppily at Zhang Zhun, slurping obscenely as his spit trailed across Zhang Zhun's face. Zhang Zhun had never been toyed with in bed; though he was not without s.e.xual experience, none of his partners had ever played with his body the way Chen Hsin did now. Overcome with sensation, his mouth fell open helplessly, spilling quickened moans urgently from his lips as he reached for Chen Hsin's shoulders.
Propping himself up, Chen Hsin stared down at Zhang Zhun and began thrusting faster and harder as his hands wandered all over Zhang Zhun. Starting with his wet, shapely face, Chen Hsin's hands trailed down the delicate line of his jawbone to close their grip around his throat, kneading his Adam's apple with a lingering touch before sliding downwards again over the expanse of his sculpted pecs. The beauty of Zhang Zhun's body captivated him: it was soft yet powerful, each of his sweat-slicked muscles flexing with a life of its own, glistening erotically in the light.
”Ah… hah…” Zhang Zhun heard himself cry out, and was scandalized by the hopelessly sultry note in his voice. When he noticed Chen Hsin watching him, his mind promptly exploded. ”Don't… don't look…” he pleaded as he turned his body over, leaving Chen Hsin with the smooth, silken planes of his back. This was a position with which they were already familiar. During their practices, Chen Hsin would place a towel over Zhang Zhun's a.s.s and rub himself against the fabric. But now, ignoring the towel close at hand, Chen Hsin stroked his bulge roughly with his right hand and tugged down the constrictive piece of clothing.
When Chen Hsin pressed down against him, Zhang Zhun immediately felt the overwhelming heat and strength from Chen Hsin's throbbing erection, and the way it leaked against his a.s.s, smearing its fluids all over his skin and soaking through his underwear. He struggled in resistance, but Chen Hsin pinned him firmly to the bed; there was no escape. Everything about their current situation reminded him of those lurid scenes from the p.o.r.nographic films they had watched. Zhang Zhun was terrified, but as his fear grew in intensity, so did the perverse pleasure that gushed through his body. As he listened to the endless creaking of the mattress, Chen Hsin's heavy panting against his ear, and the racing heartbeat in his own chest, tears began trickling uncontrollably from his eyes onto the pillow below him.
But it was still not enough for Chen Hsin. Unsatisfied, he flipped Zhang Zhun over and yanked his pants down too. Roughly gripping their c***s together with a single hand, he began pulling and twisting as he ground his swollen length furiously against Zhang Zhun's engorged flesh. Intense pleasure tore through Zhang Zhun at the relentless stimulation, splitting his mind and body in two. Even as he clung tightly to Chen Hsin, rubbing the insides of his tensed thighs against Chen Hsin's hips in a desperate frenzy, he whimpered in resistance, ”Wait, no… this feels like… like we're actually making love…”
”F***!” Chen Hsin did not know what he was swearing at, nor could he tell why he swore. All he could think of was to obey his single raging instinct: shut him up, fill his mouth, kiss him senseless. Just then, his phone began to ring and the sound of his ringtone - Schubert's ”Trout Quintet” - filled the room. With great reluctance, giving Zhang Zhun's tongue one last lingering lick, Chen Hsin finally released his hold on Zhang Zhun and reached for his phone. After briefly collecting himself, he answered the call, ”Hey, Yunting…”