WTCM 18. One More Intense Round

It was a rare day off for Chen Tianxiang. Although he wouldn’t allow Qi Haiyang to indulge in lustful thoughts during the daytime, the two still had a fulfilling and enjoyable day, eating, drinking, and scaring off a certain scumbag ex.

After dinner, Qi Haiyang couldn’t sit still anymore. He paced in circles, sighing dramatically before whining about needing to return to school. Chen Tianxiang, pretending not to know his real intentions, readily agreed and even offered to take him to the station.

But the moment Chen Tianxiang grabbed his hand, Qi Haiyang clung to the doorframe and shook his head wildly, chanting like a monk, “Xiang-ge, oh Xiang-ge…”

Chen Tianxiang had no choice but to let go and step back, feigning surprise. “What are you doing?”

“I really don’t want to leave, but I’m afraid if I stay the night, I won’t be able to control myself, and then you’ll be late for work tomorrow,” Qi Haiyang furrowed his brows and squinted his eyes, looking utterly aggrieved.

“Then don’t hold back.” Chen Tianxiang almost couldn’t suppress his laughter. He rolled his eyes playfully, pretending to be indifferent, and decided to stop teasing him. Glancing at the clock, it was only 8:30 PM, plenty of time for them to fool around without sacrificing a good night’s sleep.

Seeing his handsome officer stride into the bathroom first, Qi Haiyang covered his face and let out a silly giggle. He was genuinely worried about his Xiang-ge getting up in time tomorrow, but clearly, his Xiang-ge was even more considerate of his physiological needs. Thinking back to last night’s battle, no, that was no joke, especially that final round when he held onto Xiang-ge’s slender waist as he got ruthlessly pounded. Just remembering it made his little brother twitch with a mix of numbness and pleasure. Maybe, just maybe, if he performed well tonight, Xiang-ge would hold him and give him another good round.

As he entertained these thoughts, he instinctively rubbed his backside. Hehe, it was definitely going to feel amazing.

By the time Chen Tianxiang finished his shower and stepped out, Qi Haiyang immediately scurried into the bathroom, scrubbing himself clean until he smelled fresh. He even crouched down carefully to wash between his cheeks, massaging the shower gel thoroughly as he rinsed inside and out multiple times. No matter whether Xiang-ge had the intention or not, he was going to be fully prepared just in case. He wouldn’t want his Xiang-ge to be put off at a crucial moment.

Once he was completely cleaned up and entered the bedroom, he nearly got a nosebleed at the sight before him.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Chen Tianxiang wore his police uniform cap, his crisp shirt neatly buttoned with a properly tied tie, highlighting his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and perfectly straight posture. However, his long legs were completely bare, crossed in a way that exuded sheer temptation. The hem of his shirt draped just enough to obscure the view between his legs, leaving much to the imagination.

Qi Haiyang clutched his nose and lunged forward, prying apart Chen Tianxiang’s crossed legs, eager to worship the ‘treasure’ hidden within. But Chen Tianxiang was still wearing a thong, and with no patience to take it off, Qi Haiyang simply reached in from the side and pulled out what was inside. Instantly, the thick, hard shaft sprang up, pressing against his face.

“Mm… does it feel good?” Qi Haiyang worked hard, sucking on the swollen tip, his tongue flicking over it before he hollowed his cheeks and slurped it down his throat. Even as he gasped for air, he didn’t forget to check how the other man felt.

Chen Tianxiang pressed down on his head, letting out a grunt without answering. Qi Haiyang looked up with the thick cock still in his mouth, and the uniformed officer staring back at him was the very image of restraint. Dressed neatly, his expression stern, his gaze cold… it was pure fucking abstinence bait. Though he kept his lips pressed together, refusing to smile, his breath had grown heavy, his tanned skin flushed. A strand of damp hair peeked from beneath his peaked cap, and a single drop of water slid down his sharp jaw, falling with a soft plop onto Qi Haiyang’s forehead.

That droplet felt like it had splashed into boiling oil. A loud bang went off in his head, and he completely abandoned the cock in his mouth, letting out a howl as he tackled Chen Tianxiang onto the bed.

“Xiang-ge, Xiang-ge…” He clung to the man beneath him, kissing him messily, licking up the cooling droplets on his skin. His hands yanked at the tie, his small, sharp teeth grazing against the Adam’s apple that shifted slightly as the man swallowed.

Bad idea! This uniform kink was too fucking effective. Chen Tianxiang had been deliberately tempting him, but now the dumbass had thrown himself at him like a rabid dog. Seeing him impatiently tearing at his collar, Chen Tianxiang figured that if he didn’t stop him now, he’d end up having to sew his buttons back on later.

So he drove his knee into Qi Haiyang’s abdomen, twisted his arms behind his back, and swiftly flipped him over, straddling his broad back to hold him down.

“Xiang-ge, you into SM now? Don’t tell me you’ve actually got a whip hidden somewhere?” Qi Haiyang whined, putting on a miserable face. He hadn’t even figured out what was going on before one of his arms was twisted behind him, his body pinned down on the bed.

Chen Tianxiang coughed awkwardly, his face heating up even more. He planned to top, but now that he was in position, he had no fucking clue how to start. Somehow, things had escalated to this.

Fuck it… He reached under the pillow and pulled out a pair of novelty handcuffs. He had already “raped” him once yesterday, might as well do it again today.

“Why the fuck are you cuffing me again? You seriously gonna whip me this time?” Qi Haiyang finally managed to flip over, only to find his wrists locked to the bedpost again, just like yesterday. He blinked at him, pretending to look pitiful while grinning like an idiot. “Hehe, just leave a few red marks. Not too painful, though.”

Was this bastard actually asking for it? Chen Tianxiang almost broke character again. If he let him keep running his mouth, he’d fucking lose it, so he simply grabbed Qi Haiyang’s legs, spread them apart, and squeezed a generous amount of lube right onto his ass crack.

Qi Haiyang finally realized what was happening. Excitement flashed in his eyes as he spread his legs wider, tilting his ass up, raising his voice just in case the man behind him didn’t hear him clearly.

“Xiang-ge, I washed five times earlier! Even inside!”

“Shut up!” Chen Tianxiang shot him a sharp glare, finally spitting out two words.

Qi Haiyang instantly shut his mouth, not daring to speak another word. He only let out a few impatient whimpers, wiggling his ass as if urging the man behind him to hurry up.