Chapter 17.2 (1/2)
Deep in the Act
Translator: Kotoni
Editor: Isalee
First Published on Chaleuria
Chapter 17.2 (NSFW)
Chen Hsin was glaring daggers at Wu Rong now, refusing to budge from the spot in some kind of defiance. The two were thus locked in a staring compet.i.tion for a while. Unable to out-stare the other man, Wu Rong raised the window again, cutting Chen Hsin off, and yelled at him through the gla.s.s, ”What's the problem with you? You're f***ing nuts!”
Unexpectedly, Chen Hsin strode around the front of the car, opened the door on the other side, and got into the front seat. Wu Rong was dumbfounded. He did not bother with any civility as he gave Chen Hsin a rough push. ”Get the h.e.l.l out of here!”
Instead of backing down, Chen Hsin reached out and returned the favor. Then they began shoving at each other in earnest. Knowing how strong Wu Rong was, Zhang Zhun became worried that Chen Hsin would be injured if this continued any longer. Holding up his pants in an awkward manner with one hand, he wrapped his other arm around Wu Rong's and called out repeatedly, ”Senior!” But Chen Hsin was crestfallen. Zhang Zhun did not call out to him at all and his heart seemed to have been hollowed out. He fell still. After taking several shoves from Wu Rong in silence, he got out of the car in despair and slammed the door behind him.
The director and the crew were back in position once more. Zhang Zhun pressed a hand to his head, an uncontrollable quiver in his lashes. Wu Rong, on the other hand, did not think much of Chen Hsin at all. ”Buddy,” he said with a sigh, ”I'm going all out this time.”
Zhang Zhun smiled in resignation. ”You were holding back just now? You almost killed me.”
Wu Rong climbed onto him and propped his arms by the sides of Zhang Zhun's forehead as if he were looking down at his own woman in bed. ”Too much for you already? But your big brother here has something even better saved up just for you - something faster and harder!”
Pretending to knee Wu Rong in the gut, Zhang Zhun swore with a laugh, ”Go screw yourself!”
They were both aware that this playful banter was only a pa.s.sing reprieve before things had to get serious again. They shared a hearty laugh and settled down. Wu Rong's expression darkened, while Zhang Zhun peered out of the tinted window and watched as Chen Hsin's back receded further and further into the distance. The director instructed through his headset, ”Action!”
Right on cue, Wu Rong buried his face in the crook of Zhang Zhun's neck and took a deep breath of his sensual, alluring cologne. Two large hands began stroking upwards along Zhang Zhun's sides, dipping under his s.h.i.+rt to fondle his chest, before abruptly gripping his collar and tearing his s.h.i.+rt apart. The force sent the ultramarine b.u.t.tons scattering everywhere. One hit the camera lens with a clink, before bouncing onto the window with a second clink - adding a sense of realism to the scene that had Chen Hsin holding his breath as he watched the action unfold on the monitor.
Wu Rong's tongue began roaming over the honeyed flesh before him, sliding from a spot behind Zhang Zhun's ear to his collarbone, then lapping from his chin to the socket of his eye. Helpless tremors washed over Zhang Zhun's body and crept into even his voice as he begged, ”Let me go… I'll give you all the money you want!”
He was answered by a merciless blow from a hardened punch. Wu Rong spat into his hand and reached down, pretending to smear his spit over himself. ”That'd make me your wh.o.r.e. No deal.”
Wu Rong's voice was positively obscene as the last two syllables rolled off his tongue - no deal - and they rang out with a roguish, shameless indecency. Then, acting on the overt l.u.s.t in his voice, he pretended to bury himself in Zhang Zhun with a single, cruel thrust.
A whimper spilled from the headset, low and sharp, and full of pain. It was the sound of pure suffering. Drops of cold sweat trickled down the curve of Zhang Zhun's cheeks. He was no longer struggling. His hands grabbed weakly at Wu Rong's sweater while his unfocused eyes stared vacantly at the roof of the car. His long lashes, almost translucent in the strong white light of the parking garage, trembled with a life of their own as tears beaded on their tips.
”F***!” Wu Rong snapped his hips forward and back with wild, exaggerated movements. His face and body were drenched in sweat. Scrunching up his brow and tensing the muscles in his cheeks, he cried out, ”You feel so f***ing good!” He gripped one of Zhang Zhun's legs, roughly lifting it over his shoulder, and pressed in further. With a tilt of his head, Wu Rong began sucking at Zhang Zhun's skin, leaving a wet trail of hickeys in his wake. ”You like that? Feels good huh?”