Chapter 34.2 (1/2)

Deep in the Act

Translator: Kotoni

Editor: Cien

Quality Check: Isalee

First Published on Chaleuria

Chapter 34.2 (NSFW)

It was past seven by the time they returned to Fang Chi's apartment. The sky was dim, and a gray haze pervaded the horizon. Bound by some form of tacit understanding, neither man spoke a single word. In the hushed stillness of the room, they undressed themselves and closed the thick curtains. Then, after showering, Fang Chi laid out a single set of covers with a black and white checkered design. Blus.h.i.+ng, Gao Zhun dove under them with fresh moisture on his skin.

Although it was still early, Fang Chi turned off the lights. As soon as he lay down, Gao Zhun sat up in bed. Fang Chi did not dare to look in his direction; yet, even in the dark, even with his eyes averted, he could still feel Gao Zhun undoing the b.u.t.tons on his pajamas one by one. The top fell away. Then, lifting his hips, Gao Zhun slipped off his pants as well with a curl of his legs. Clad in nothing but his underwear, he lay down once more and pressed himself to the other man.

Fang Chi fixed his gaze on the pitch-black ceiling overhead, a thin sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. As expected, Gao Zhun stirred again within seconds. Trembling, he climbed onto Fang Chi's body while his soft hair fell against Fang Chi's face, lightly quivering across his skin. ”Doctor Fang…” came the sound of a hoa.r.s.e whisper before Gao Zhun pressed their lips together. It was a soft, fleeting kiss - just like the one he had received from Fang Chi - as tender and loving as it was timid and shy. Dipping lower, Gao Zhun then latched onto Fang Chi's chin. Over and over again, his restless lips rubbed at the small patch of skin, as if pleading in silence for the other man to show some mercy and return the kiss.

But Fang Chi was a master of manipulation; he did not give in. Instead, he slid his hands all over Gao Zhun's naked flesh, slyly navigating his caresses around needy, sensitive areas like his hip bone, armpits, and nipples. The cruel teasing edged Gao Zhun further and further into arousal. His breath chilled. Splaying his thighs and raising his a.s.s into the air, Gao Zhun straddled Fang Chi like a cat straining its hind leg in the full throes of its heat.

Then, mimicking the other man's actions from the previous night, he rocked hard against the bulge underneath him, humming wildly with every frantic thrust. At the same time, he sought out Fang Chi's torso with his hands, fondling the sweat-drenched expanse of Fang Chi's chest before moving downwards to curl his fingers into the upturned hem of his t-s.h.i.+rt. Yet, just as Gao Zhun started to pull weakly at the clothing, Fang Chi grabbed his hands and freed his t-s.h.i.+rt with a rather heartless tug.

”You promised,” Gao Zhun argued, aggrieved and hurt. ”You promised to be nicer to me…”

”I didn't,” Fang Chi insisted, struggling to preserve his final shred of professionalism as a therapist.

”You did,” Gao Zhun pleaded with urgency. In the dark, something hot and wet fell onto Fang Chi's face; he touched it and realized that Gao Zhun had begun to cry. ”You clearly did!”

Once again, an inexplicable change came over Fang Chi. Not knowing what was happening to himself, he shot up in bed, yanked off his own t-s.h.i.+rt, and lunged forward to embrace the other man. Keeping clear of Gao Zhun's lips, Fang Chi covered his face with the softest of kisses. The taste of tears seeped into Fang Chi's mouth and lingered on his tongue, salty and bitter as the tang of love.