Chapter 38.2 (1/2)
Deep in the Act
Translator: Kotoni
Editor: Cien
Quality Check: Isalee
First Published on Chaleuria
Chapter 38.2 (NSFW)
Hanging between the legs before him were the genitals of another man. Fang Chi stared. He had thought the sight would fill him with disgust, but it did not. Instead, he felt the wash of a feverish heat all over himself, like the intoxicating flush from a heady c.o.c.ktail on a sticky summer night. He watched as Gao Zhun approached, slippers forgotten and feet unshod; there was something clean and s.e.xy about the press of those naked soles on the cool floor.
Gao Zhun felt the directness of Fang Chi's gaze on his lower body; the other man made no attempt to temper the pointedness of his stare. Although Gao Zhun had modelled for his teachers before - had bared all and lain in the light for others to observe and photograph - he had never felt as tormented and ashamed as he did now. Drenched in sweat, he tried to cover himself with his hands and begged, ”Don't look…”
Fang Chi wanted very much to step forward and grab Gao Zhun by the waist, but forced himself to hold back. Anxiety simmered in his chest as he waited for the other man to draw close. Only when he was within reach did Fang Chi lift a hand at last to ghost his fingers down the side of Gao Zhun's neck. ”I saw,” Fang Chi said, brus.h.i.+ng against the sensitive skin.
Without any warning, Gao Zhun slammed against Fang Chi's chest and hugged him tight. As though every last bit of his strength was thrown into the embrace, his hold cut painfully into Fang Chi's sides. ”What you're doing right now…” Fang Chi began, raising his hands; he had every intention to push the other man away, but his arms ran contrary to his will and encircled Gao Zhun instead. ”You're playing with fire.”
Gao Zhun's touch began to run unbridled all over the body before him. Caressing Fang Chi's back and fondling his chest, Gao Zhun became more and more wanton with desire. ”As long as you're willing, I'll follow you wherever you go.” Then, Fang Chi felt a nudge at his thigh; something was pressing against his leg - something not too hard, but very hot. As if they had a will of their own, his hands slid from Gao Zhun's waist to his pelvis. His palms lingered there for a moment, groping and kneading, before stroking their way to the front.
Electric s.h.i.+vers tore through Gao Zhun at once. Wild with excitement at the thought of where those hands were heading, he trembled all over, down to the very tips of his toes. ”Doc-Doctor Fang!” Crying out in disbelief and feverish need, he bunched his a.s.s and thrust his crotch forward. His eyes skimmed across Fang Chi's chin and darted toward his face for a quick glance before flitting away again in the next instant. Every one of Gao Zhun's expressions and movements burned with urgency and impatience.
”Go back to your place this Friday,” Fang Chi said, running his hands over Gao Zhun's belly, kneading everywhere except where his touch was needed the most.
”No…” Desperate for release or terrified by the thought of being chased away, Gao Zhun writhed in Fang Chi's grasp, flexing his waist like his life depended on it.
”Go freshen yourself up. I'm running late.”
Gao Zhun's eyes reddened in anguish. Unable to take it anymore, he pressed his sweat-drenched forehead to Fang Chi's shoulder and ground hard. ”Help me…”
”What you're doing isn't right.”
”You're the one who made me this way,” Gao Zhun breathed, his voice colored with flirtation rather than complaint. Needily, he sought out the other man's hands with his crotch. ”I just want you to touch me… just a little…”
Fang Chi knew that he could not give in, could not touch him where he asked. Yet, without knowing why, he grabbed Gao Zhun between the legs and gave him two hard, brutal tugs. It was too much, too sudden, for Gao Zhun. His heated voice died at once in his throat, and his jaw slackened. Quivering, he parted his lips as if waiting for a kiss. In a heartbeat, Fang Chi's mouth was pressed to his ear. ”Freshen yourself up,” he breathed, a lingering murmur against sensitive skin. ”I'll pick you up after work.”
Gao Zhun gazed up at him, little more than a s.h.i.+vering, panting mess.
After work, Gao Zhun found Fang Chi waiting for him as promised. He made his way over to the vehicle, running a little, and got into the Volvo. Just as he was about to reach for his seat belt, Fang Chi beat him to it and fastened it for him like an attentive boyfriend. Overwhelmed with pleasant surprise, Gao Zhun blushed. A shy smile touched his features, lingering at his brow, as well as the corners of his eyes and lips.
”How was your day?” Fang Chi asked, turning the steering wheel.