Chapter 43.1 (1/2)
Deep in the Act
Translator: Kotoni
Editor: Isalee
Quality Check: Isalee
First Published on Chaleuria
Chapter 43.1 (NSFW)
Large hands kneaded slow, gentle circles into his scalp while a most attentive mouth suckled at his lips. His eyes, though closed, stung from the suds that had seeped under his lids by accident. He felt as if he were floating, and a sense of lightness spread through his entire being as their slippery bodies ground against each other. ”This will do,” Zhang Zhun breathed. He pulled away slightly, pressing his lips into the barest hint of a smile. ”There's no need to be so thorough…”
Chen Hsin turned on the shower. A steaming hot spray enveloped the two of them, and his tongue plunged into the depths of Zhang Zhun's mouth almost at the same time. It swiped to the right, licking a long stripe across the soft palate, slipping behind Zhang Zhun's teeth, and burrowed into the tender gap between his upper and lower gums. With a violent shudder, Zhang Zhun's knees buckled. Chen Hsin wasted no time in flipping the older man around and hugging him from behind. Then, before Zhang Zhun could react, a hand reached between his thighs and wrapped itself around his hanging shaft.
Using the techniques advertised by certain types of ma.s.sage parlors, the hand began kneading along Zhang Zhun's length, inch by inch. ”What are you doing…?” He twisted in Chen Hsin's arms, trying to escape the grip, but the younger man's grasp became firmer instead. Pressing his palm snug against the base, Chen Hsin continued to fondle the hardening flesh with varied strokes of his dexterous fingers. This was the first time Zhang Zhun had ever been touched in this way; he stared at the hand, riveted with shock, and bit his lips in silence. ”Didn't I promise I'd suck you off, hm?”1 Chen Hsin drawled, arousal thrumming through his voice and making it hoa.r.s.e. ”Got to get you clean and ready, y'know…” As he spoke, he thrust his tongue into the other man's ear and prodded at its sensitive walls.
Zhang Zhun's breath hitched. Mewling as if he were gasping for air, he clamped his own hand over Chen Hsin's wrist - though it was unclear whether he did it out of fear, or hunger for more. His beautiful form swayed slowly under the running water, accentuating the delicious lines etched into his body as his fine muscles flexed to perfection across his sculpted frame. Chen Hsin glutted himself at the sight. The more he looked, the wilder his hand became, and Zhang Zhun cried out from the pleasure. He began rocking his lower body in excitement, slamming his a.s.s against Chen Hsin's thighs and grinding across the man's pelvis with every backward roll of his hips.
All of a sudden, Chen Hsin flipped Zhang Zhun around once more. Pressing their faces together, he gazed downward into the older man's eyes and issued a single order, ”Give me a wash too.” Zhang Zhun swallowed a few times in quick succession and lowered his head for a look. Desire clouded his mind. He took hold of Chen Hsin's erection with trembling hands, and felt its heat spread across his skin as it throbbed and twitched with vigor between his palms. Then, he started rubbing Chen Hsin off.
Despite the lack of creativity in Zhang Zhun's technique, Chen Hsin did not seem bored at all by his simple caresses. Watching the older man through narrowed eyes, he stroked along the back of Zhang Zhun's thighs, cupped the man's b.u.t.tocks with his hands, and pinched them tentatively. Zhang Zhun did not resist in the least. Emboldened by this sign of acquiescence, Chen Hsin became much more daring and aggressive as he played with the handfuls of flesh in his grip. Although Zhang Zhun would look up in puzzlement whenever the squeezing became too rough, he remained unguarded against the younger man.
”Your a.s.s feels so hot…” Suggestive mutters rolled off Chen Hsin's tongue as he continued pus.h.i.+ng his limit, but no reply came from Zhang Zhun. So focused was he on the eager, energetic c***s between their bodies that he was unable to respond at all. Chen Hsin decided to take things further. Without any warning, in the midst of squis.h.i.+ng the pert globes out of shape, he pulled the cheeks apart and sc.r.a.ped his fingers along the groove in between - all the while keeping a guilty sideways glance on Zhang Zhun.
”Don't,” Zhang Zhun objected at last, twisting in discomfort. ”That feels really weird.”
”What's so weird about it?” Chen Hsin stubbornly held the man in place while his fingers tried to prod at the cleft hidden deep in the crack. Zhang Zhun clenched his a.s.s at once. Fighting the intrusion with tightened muscles, he gave Chen Hsin a push as he struggled to turn around and glance at his behind. But the younger man trapped him with a tight hug. ”It's just a touch, I swear. Just let me have a feel, just once!” Zhang Zhun was still unconvinced. All of his attempts at refusal, however, were countered by urgent kisses from Chen Hsin; every time he balked at Chen Hsin's pleas, the younger man would ravage his mouth until he softened up enough to allow the waiting hand to dig into the furrow between his b.u.t.tocks. Several such exchanges later, Zhang Zhun relented a little. A furious blush on his face, he withstood the strange sensation of fingers pressing again and again at his entrance. So perverse was the experience that Zhang Zhun felt as if he had become a woman instead.
”Did you know?” Chen Hsin rubbed his middle finger back and forth on the tiny ring of puckered flesh, teasing at the rim with provocative flicks of his fingertip. ”This is the most sensitive spot on a man's body…”
Zhang Zhun sensed the younger man's desire to enter him, to penetrate him just like those men did in the p.o.r.n flicks they watched together. ”Take it out,” he demanded with quivering eyelids. ”I don't like this at all.”