Chapter 40.2 (1/2)
Deep in the Act
Translator: Kotoni
Editor: Isalee
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First Published on Chaleuria
Chapter 40.2
But it was impossible for Gao Zhun to immerse himself in the exchange. Trembling, he shook his head. ”N-no, you're not… you're D-Doc…”
Fang Chi slammed against him once more. ”Why won't you listen!” This time, the man showed no sign of stopping. Mimicking the actions of actual intercourse, he grabbed Gao Zhun's waist and began pistoning fast into the crack between those unguarded cheeks. ”So what if you're rich! You're still going to be f***ed like anyone else!” Like a real rapist, Fang Chi repeated that man's sordid words and ravaged the body below him to his heart's content. Not every thrust from his flurried pounding would hit the sweet spot, but the sensation jolted both their hearts every time it did. Slowly, Fang Chi perfected his aim and started thrusting against Gao Zhun's opening with fevered determination. The hole, so tiny as it was, became red and swollen in no time.
”No, i-it's going…” Panicked, Gao Zhun clung to Fang Chi's shoulders as the tender folds at his rim unfurled and loosened from the onslaught. He begged, tortured and pitiful, ”Let's go home… let's do this at home, please?”
Fang Chi did not listen. In fact, he could not hear a single word; roaring in his mind was the basest, most primal instinct of all males to pillage and plunder. The more excited he was, the more fluids he leaked, and it became harder for him to direct his thrusts. His shaft, slick with prec.u.m, kept slipping away from his aim.
As the number of misses increased, however, a new realization dawned on Gao Zhun: it felt good to have something pressed up against his entrance. Now, denied of the pleasure he wanted, he was consumed by an immense emptiness within himself. He whimpered with need, wordlessly pleading for more, and the distress in his voice made Fang Chi anxious. The man propped himself up at once. Looking down, he gripped himself and jabbed hard at the abused rim with his c***. Pleasure a.s.sailed Gao Zhun like never before. Exquisite tingles spread down his limbs, seeped into his bones, and made his body limp. The sensation felt utterly different from how it had been just moments ago, and his whetted appet.i.te pushed him over the edge into uncontrolled l.u.s.t.
”Doc-Doctor Fang!” Gao Zhun writhed against Fang Chi, rolling his waist and hips in time to the man's thrusts. His eyes and lips were suffused the ripened desire of an animal in heat. His hungering erection, still wrapped under that tiny sc.r.a.p of black fabric, pulled tight against his belly and swayed from side to side with shameless jerks.
Fang Chi grabbed the desperate flesh and kneaded it between his fingers. ”Were you like this as well when he forced himself on you?” he demanded, but Gao Zhun could only answer him with garbled cries and confused moans. Hands scrabbling all over Fang Chi's chest, toes curling against tensed soles, Gao Zhun angled his hips for even more friction between his rim and the thing at his entrance. All the while, the vague knowledge that this was not enough - that he wanted far more than this - ate away at him.
”Tell me!” Fang Chi ordered with a painful tweak of Gao Zhun's b.u.t.tocks.
Gao Zhun would not admit it. ”No… I wasn't…” He was adamant in his denial, but Fang Chi refused to gratify him anymore. As an act of revenge - against that one time when Gao Zhun lay with his rapist, and that involuntary climax at the end - Fang Chi pulled his shaft away. Then, forcing himself into the tight groove at the base of Gao Zhun's folded leg, he rutted against the skin at the man's groin. Anguish consumed Gao Zhun. Clenching his a.s.s several times in distress, he peered up at his therapist for help. ”My b.u.t.t… feels funny…”
Fang Chi was close to finis.h.i.+ng, so close. Lost in the throes of pleasure, he registered nothing but the frenzied vibrations tearing through the entire car, and the agonized writhing from the desperate body below him. No one in the world knew of the atrocity he was committing right now. Here he was, in a deserted corner on a lonely night in early autumn, giving in to his perverse s.e.xuality and reveling in his own moral degeneracy like a depraved beast that knew no better. Shame overwhelmed him, and the piercing thrill of his own guilt thrust him all of a sudden into the blinding bliss of sheer ecstasy. Howling, he came violently all over the storage compartment between the seats.
Moments later, Fang Chi collapsed onto Gao Zhun. Despite having spent himself, his hands fondled the flesh on Gao Zhun's ribs as if he could never have enough of the man's body. Gao Zhun s.h.i.+vered, still tortured by the hardness between his own thighs. Yet, instead of speaking, he lifted his arms and folded Fang Chi to his chest in a gentle, loving embrace.
Gao Zhun remained in a state of semi-arousal on their way home. Fang Chi turned a blind eye to the tent in his patient's lap, thinking that the man could bear with it. ”Pack up your things tonight. I'll send you back after work tomorrow.”
There was no response from Gao Zhun; he faced the window in silence. Sensing that the other man might be crying, Fang Chi reached over to hold the hand resting by Gao Zhun's legs. In order not to let go, he even chose not to put his car in neutral at the red light. ”Stay cool. Don't let her notice anything amiss.”
”You're afraid she'll find us out?”
Fang Chi sighed. ”Why should she ever find out about this?”
”Then…” Gao Zhun turned around. His eyes were red, just as Fang Chi had expected. ”It's over… between us?”