SSD Chapter 47. Touch Me

“But I mean it, Fanfan…” He Jiang wrapped his arms around Xu Fanming, trapping him against his chest. He lowered his head, his soft lips wandered along Xu Fanming’s neck, each breath he exhaled warm and teasing, sending shivers through him. “Look at the time. It’s late. Grown-ups have their own nightlife, don’t they…”

And then he kissed him again.

He Jiang wanted Xu Fanming to get used to being kissed by him, so he slowed his pace, guiding him gently, coaxing his lips open little by little. Xu Fanming had sweated a bit earlier, and the scent of soap clinging to his clothes mixed with that warmth was a smell He Jiang found deeply intoxicating. Just thinking back to how brilliant Xu Fanming had looked on the court today made He Jiang want him even more. As they kissed, his hand quietly slid down and settled over the front of Xu Fanming’s athletic shorts.

Xu Fanming was still drowning in the depth of He Jiang’s kiss when he suddenly felt a tight pressure below. He startled, trying to push He Jiang’s shoulders away, but the touch only became more provocative. Every stroke carried deliberate teasing.

“He—mm…”

A suck and a squeeze sent Xu Fanming jolting, his body twitching from the sudden jolt of sensitivity. His legs clamped shut in reflex.

He Jiang curled his lips into a pleased smile and kissed him again. Still catching his breath, he teased, “Fanfan, aren’t you the one who can’t let me go?”

“Bullshit!”

Xu Fanming’s face burned with shame as his legs relaxed again. The discomfort was unbearable. The cabinet was behind him, He Jiang was in front, and there was nowhere left to escape. His head went completely blank when He Jiang reached down and hooked a finger into the waistband of his shorts, pulling it down just enough to reveal pale thighs and a faint glimpse of pubic hair.

Xu Fanming turned pale. He seized He Jiang’s hand in a panic. “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t do anything?”

He Jiang kissed the tip of his nose and gave him a wink. “But you didn’t behave like a good boy, did you, my baby?”

Xu Fanming froze. “What did you just call me?”

“Baby,” He Jiang said with a smirk as he slipped an arm around Xu Fanming’s waist and lifted him up onto the cabinet before he could react. Staring into his eyes, he beamed. “Pan Yuan’s the manager for Zhu Xuyao. That makes you my baby…”

Xu Fanming’s face turned crimson. He was too mortified to speak. Being called someone’s baby made him feel completely weirded out.

Xu Fanming was still dazed when He Jiang pinched the corners of his baggy shorts and slowly pulled them down, inch by inch, until the waistband slipped below his knees. A sudden draft of cold air rushed beneath him, making him jolt and kick his legs in fright. He Jiang caught his hand, pressed their palms together, and guided him straight into the loose fabric of his underwear.

It was skin-to-skin contact. Not only did Little Fan go soft from the shock, even Xu Fanming’s waist started giving out.

“Fuck—what the hell are you—”

Xu Fanming didn’t even have the strength to finish swearing. He could only brace his trembling elbows against the wall to keep himself upright. He Jiang moved in closer, whispering “good boy” into his ear in a low, coaxing voice as he expertly teased the timid little thing in his hand.

His hot fingers slid past the sensitive spots, pushing just up to the edge of Xu Fanming’s limit. Each stroke rubbed heat into him, stoking a hard, searing burn. That soft, shrinking little bird gradually thickened and stood up under the pressure. The temperature between them kept rising, and their breathing grew heavier.

Then He Jiang gave a soft laugh. “Fanfan, you’re hard.”

“…Mnh!”

Xu Fanming’s arms buckled, and he nearly slipped off the cabinet. He Jiang caught him at once, scooping him up and guiding his hands around his own neck, coaxing him to hold on tight.

“Hold me. That’s it. Just like that. Good boy.” He Jiang pressed a kiss to the corner of Xu Fanming’s eye, his voice impossibly gentle. “My Fanfan’s doing so well.”

Now that he had something to cling to, all of Xu Fanming’s focus rushed straight back down. It felt like a current of electricity was racing through him. Every place He Jiang touched burned hot, and there was nothing he could do about it. His moans grew harder to suppress, his face flushed deep red, and all of a sudden he gripped He Jiang’s hand tight.

“Don’t… don’t keep doing that…”

The last time He Jiang had messed with him like this, it nearly left him with lasting trauma. A sealed locker room, dim lighting, breaths so hot it felt like he was melting… The images flashed across his mind in a storm of chaos, and Xu Fanming’s face flushed instantly, his heart racing out of control. He felt like he was going to drown in the heat of He Jiang’s palm. All he could do was cling to his hand and bite down on his own lip until it nearly broke the skin.

No, no… he was getting dangerously close to the edge—

And just then, He Jiang bit lightly on his ear and whispered, “Okay, I’ll stop. You do it.”

He Jiang let go. All the heat cut off at once, the tension at its peak slammed to a halt. Xu Fanming’s eyes flew wide open. Do it himself? What the hell did that mean?

Xu Fanming froze up like a block of wood, unable to move a single inch. So He Jiang took his hand again, tugged the edge of his underwear down a little further, like he was prompting him. Come on, keep going.

“I…” The words finally reached Xu Fanming’s brain. His cheeks were burning, and even his thoughts felt overheated. “Why the hell should I…”

He Jiang’s eyes gleamed, and then he suddenly lifted the corner of his mouth into a wicked grin. A chill ran down Xu Fanming’s spine, and the very next second, He Jiang dragged his hand down and pressed it directly against the front of his pants. His voice was low and breathy as he asked, “So are you trying to finish yourself off… or help me?”

The bulge beneath his palm was full and heavy. Xu Fanming was so mortified he couldn’t get a single word out.

The next moment, he jerked his hand away.

His lower half was aching, swollen with frustration, and there was no way to hold back anymore. His hands trembled as he reached for his cock, trying to relieve the pressure on his own. His underwear was half off, his legs slightly parted, and under He Jiang’s amused gaze, the act of touching himself felt unbearably humiliating. It was nothing like the hazy moment in the locker room. This time the lights were bright and clear. There was no place left to hide, not even in his own head.

In that moment, Xu Fanming wanted nothing more than to bite He Jiang to death and then hang himself right after.

But He Jiang didn’t just sit idle either. As soon as he let go of Xu Fanming’s hand, he reached for his own belt. With a sharp snap, he tossed the belt to the floor, pulled open his pants, and casually took off his underwear, revealing his half-hard cock. He pressed his palm against it and started stroking himself.

Xu Fanming didn’t know where to look. It was the first time he had seen He Jiang’s cock clearly under the lights. It was big. Half-hidden in a thick, dark patch of hair, it gave off an overwhelming scent of raw male pheromones.

He Jiang could feel that Xu Fanming’s gaze was flickering away, and the smile in his eyes deepened. But this time, he didn’t say anything to humiliate the little raptor who was already on the edge of blowing a fuse. He Jiang kept breathing heavily as he stroked himself. Xu Fanming forced himself to ignore the strange, uncomfortable feeling rising in his chest and continued with his own hand. The two of them sat there, each focused on their own pleasure. As the heat built between them, He Jiang leaned forward and kissed the boy in his arms, kissing him slowly and deeply for a long time.

Xu Fanming was barely able to breathe under the kiss. When he opened his eyes, He Jiang’s face was right in front of him. He had never seen him like this before. His expression was flushed with lust, breath catching in his throat, eyes clouded with need. It felt like he was completely absorbed, kissing like nothing else in the world existed.

A strange feeling welled up inside Xu Fanming.

So strange. Everything that had happened tonight, every last part of it had gone far beyond what Xu Fanming thought he understood. It was all just so fucking strange.

In the end, both of them came, one after the other.

While handing over the tissues, Xu Fanming started to feel numb, like his body couldn’t even tell the difference between pain and pleasure anymore.

He Jiang, on the other hand, looked like he had been fully recharged. He was in a great mood, practically wagging his tail as he stuck to Xu Fanming, trying to steal another kiss. He ended up getting chased across the room with a bare-assed Xu Fanming throwing punches at him.

After taking a few hits, He Jiang wrapped his arms around the little raptor’s waist again, licked the tip of his ear, and made a proposal.

“Let’s take a shower together.”

Xu Fanming wanted nothing to do with that. But He Jiang picked up his pants and grinned shamelessly. “If you don’t cooperate, then forget about getting your pants back.”

Xu Fanming was furious beyond belief.

He Jiang opened the bathroom door and grinned. “You can either wear my underwear or take a shower with me. Fanfan, pick one.”

Xu Fanming was convinced that if he stayed with this man any longer, he was going to lose. His. Fucking. Mind.

“Then I choose to kill you!”

In the end, they still showered together.

The steam filled the bathroom in a warm, humid haze. Water slid over their skin in tingling currents. As the heat soaked in, He Jiang almost pinned Xu Fanming down for another round. He only stopped when Xu Fanming grabbed the showerhead and smacked him straight in the skull with it.

After that, they finally behaved. They soaped up, scrubbed each other’s backs, rinsed off. By the time they were sitting on the bed wrapped in towels, He Jiang was drying Xu Fanming’s hair, and Xu Fanming was already starting to nod off.

It was a picture-perfect scene.

A quiet wave of tenderness rolled through He Jiang’s chest. He bent down and pressed a kiss to Xu Fanming’s clean, damp hair. Everything that had happened tonight, he would be savoring it for a long time.

Xu Fanming, fierce and unstoppable on the court. Xu Fanming, trembling in his arms. Xu Fanming, flushed and overwhelmed, his eyes dazed with lust. Every single one of them was his baby. His Xu Fanming.

By the time He Jiang finished drying his hair, Xu Fanming was swaddled in warmth and sinking deeper into sleep. He rubbed his eyes, barely awake, while He Jiang patted the bed beside him and coaxed him softly.

“Fanfan, come sleep with me.”

Xu Fanming stubbornly shook his head. “I’m going back to campus…”

“You’re practically sleep-talking already.” He Jiang rubbed his brow. “That might be a problem. It’s almost three in the morning.”

Xu Fanming frowned deeply and shot him a death glare. He Jiang cleared his throat. “…Alright, alright.”

In the end, he could only get up, go dig out the folding bed, and find fresh bedding and a pillow. Then he led Xu Fanming into the bedroom, guided him onto the mattress, and tucked the blanket over him.

Xu Fanming was dead tired. The moment his head hit the pillow, he was out cold. At last, He Jiang turned off the light, and under the glow of the moon, he looked at Xu Fanming’s peacefully sleeping profile and slowly smiled.

A beautiful day had come to an end.

“Goodnight, my little forward.”