Chapter 15.1 (1/2)

Deep in the Act

Translator: Kotoni

Editor: Isalee

First Published on Chaleuria

Chapter 15.1 (NSFW)

There was a faint glow in the darkness, red and golden. His temples throbbed steadily with the pulse of a pounding heart. The residual pleasure of spent desire lingered in his lower body as exhaustion seeped into his muscles and bones. Murmurs echoed in his ears: You like that? Feels good? Over and over again, he was a.s.sailed by that familiar voice - a voice so s.e.xy, so tantalizing that it made his entire body weak with tingles… Open your eyes and take a d.a.m.n good look at me! Who am I?

Zhang Zhun sat up abruptly in bed. It seemed like it was already past noon. Groggy from his hangover, he held a hand to his head and felt around for his phone in a daze. As he fumbled around on the bed, he noticed the messy sheets twisted around his body and the way his underwear was slipping off his hips. All of a sudden, a memory stirred in his mind. He froze.

He seemed to feel the heat of Chen Hsin's breath on the tip of his nose again, and his misty eyes widened as his teeth began to chatter. They…they had clung to each other like a man and a woman in the throes of pa.s.sion. Locked their tongues together in kisses. Drenched themselves in sweat as their nipples tightened in unison. Melded their groins together as they rutted shamelessly, mindlessly against each other… Zhang Zhun slapped himself. Hard. Yet, even as his face stung from the blow, his body continued to tremble with sensation. He could no longer tell whether it was real or merely a part of his dream. Out of the blue, a vivid image surfaced in his mind: Chen Hsin, grabbing his a.s.s and sucking him off.

Zhang Zhun clamped a hand over his mouth in disbelief. It was a dream, for sure. It had to be. There was no way Chen Hsin would ever do something like that: he would never forego his pride to give head to another man. Zhang Zhun relaxed a little at the thought. But he was soon overwhelmed by an even greater sense of dread. A new awareness loomed over him like a heavy storm cloud: why would he dream of such a thing?

He combed through his memories of the previous night: arriving late at the party, chugging down drinks on demand, exchanging cross-cupped drinks with Chen Hsin, and then a song:

We draw close, but the distance between us cannot be closed

Or perhaps I should believe this is how things are destined to be…

All the joints on his fingers were trembling now.  ”That's not possible…” he said to himself, but it was Chen Hsin's voice that resounded in his ears - a lazy drawl colored with playful arrogance:

”What's the point of all this small talk? The way I see it, we should just get straight to business. Try a kiss and see how it feels.”

”Let's give it a go?”

”I chose you.”

”How else should we go about it? We're not really gay, after all.”

”Yeah I want to get into Zhang Zhun's pants. So what?”

”Sorry… I'm sorry…”

”You wouldn't let me help you, but you're okay with accepting that kid's help?”

”You like that? Feels good?”