Chapter 36.1 (1/2)
Deep in the Act
Translator: Kotoni
Editor: Cien
Quality Check: Isalee
First Published on Chaleuria
Chapter 36.1
Gao Zhun sat at his desk in his office. A collection of Albrecht Dürer sketches lay open on the tabletop before him. There was a sublime beauty to Dürer's linework, as if each stroke was drawn with the Creator's divine touch; those hands and medieval pleats had always filled Gao Zhun with wonder and awe. But they appeared dead to him now. He felt as if he had never left Fang Chi's bedroom - as if he was still pinned to that bed with the full weight of a man on his back….
Pressing down on Gao Zhun, Fang Chi grabbed his arms from his sides and squeezed inwards until his back was forced into a complete arch. Then, latching onto the proffered flesh, Fang Chi began biting at will, l.u.s.tfully licking without end. All the while, he humped against the body below him, rubbing hard at the sensitive skin between Gao Zhun's thighs and a.s.s with deliberate, torturous thrusts. It was a most delirious and perverse affair, witnessed only by the creaking mattress and the light glimmering through the curtains.
”Fang…” Gao Zhun wanted to speak, but Fang Chi clamped a hand over his mouth at once. Fingers slid down Gao Zhun's chin and throat to dig into the fine skin on his chest. As if playing with a woman's body, Fang Chi groped the handful of flesh relentlessly, squeezing again and again at a hard, bruising speed. Gao Zhun could not stand it. He bucked into the sheets, rubbing his vulnerable length back and forth on the sodden bedding. His body burned from the sensation. Tormented at once by both an insatiable itch and the most agonizing pain, he spread his thighs farther and farther apart - only to be punished by a cruel pinch on his chest.
”Close your legs… Close them tight!” Fang Chi ordered, tweaking hard at Gao Zhun's nipples.
”I can't… I can't…” Gao Zhun begged for mercy. Knowing that he had failed to please Fang Chi despite doing his best, Gao Zhun wept like a child bullied to the point of being broken. Crestfallen tears streamed down his face. ”Can… Can I jerk you off instead? Please…”
Thump. Gao Zhun closed the book, licking his thirst-reddened lips with a quick swipe of his tongue. Just then, a soft knock came from the door. It was probably Justin, judging by the sound. ”Come…” he called out, his voice dry and hoa.r.s.e, ”come in.”
It was indeed Justin, tall and well-built, with large eyes s.h.i.+ning with youthful brightness. Standing by the desk, he towered over Gao Zhun as usual. This time, however, the older man no longer seemed as terrified of his downward gaze as he used to be. ”Are the samples ready?”
Surprise flashed in Justin's eyes. Raging hormones rushed to his head, like those of a teenager who had just returned from vacation to the unexpected sight of a female cla.s.smate changed by p.u.b.erty. ”Yes…” He paused, momentarily lost for words, before continuing with a little stutter, ”The colors for Set A are a little o-off. I've already sent those back. Here are the samples for Sets B and C…” As he spoke, he could not help stealing glances at Gao Zhun out of the corners of his smitten eyes.