Chapter 4

Xu Heng felt Chen Ang’s palm press hot against his thigh, the heat searing through his skin. His body jolted, instincts kicking in as he tried to clamp his legs together. But Chen Ang was already settled between them. The moment he closed his legs, they clamped around Chen Ang’s waist instead, making it look like he was asking for more.

Before he could react again, Chen Ang moved with practiced ease, cupping his crotch through his underwear and giving it a slow, deliberate rub.

“Don’t touch me like that, you.. mmm..”

His protest ended in a moan. His body flushed with heat, face burning. To his shame, he was already getting hard. He tried to push him away, but his palm landed on Chen Ang’s chest, firm and hot under his touch. He didn’t know whether to push or hold on.

This time, the moan wasn’t muffled behind a stall wall. It came out soft, sticky, and full of breath, with a teasing curl at the end that sounded like he was asking for it even while trying to say no. It was that exact tone that made something in Chen Ang snap. He shifted, raising himself slightly, one hand slipping right into Xu Heng’s pants, fingers kneading his sensitive spot like he was working dough. From Xu Heng’s angle, he could only see the way the fabric stretched and dipped with each stroke.

His knees curled up as he gave a few helpless kicks. It was useless. His cock was already hard. His toes curled tight. Sweat gathered at his temples. He bit down on his lip, voice soft and shaky.

“Get… get a condom…”

Chen Ang pulled his hand out without argument and stood up.

“Where is it?”

Xu Heng felt like he’d thrown himself into the pot and turned on the heat himself. Sliced, cleaned, and ready to be stewed until he fell apart.

“Bedroom. Second drawer on the bedside table.”

He raised a hand to cover his eyes. His legs fell open, one draped over the armrest as he panted hard. His cock stood stiff, the fabric of his boxers pushed up into a tent.

In the other room, the sound of drawers opening and things rustling reached his ears. Xu Heng peeked through his fingers and saw that Chen Ang’s towel had long slipped to the floor. The man was completely naked, totally unfazed. His cock jutted out from a thick nest of dark curls, flushed a deep red, veins bulging along the shaft. The size was intimidating.

Xu Heng was already lightheaded from the heat surging through his body. He panted, letting out a breathy whine, heels shifting against the couch in restless little movements.

Chen Ang knelt on the sofa with one knee, a condom packet held between his teeth. He used both hands to pull Xu Heng’s boxers and underwear down to his ankles. Xu Heng kicked them off to the side without a second thought.

Chen Ang let out a low laugh and knelt properly between the cushions. He gave his cock a few firm strokes, then grabbed Xu Heng’s thighs, spreading them and pulling him close until his ass pressed right up against the base of his shaft.

Xu Heng’s tattoo was on full display. Bright flowers bloomed across his pale skin. Dark vines wound around the tops of his thighs and disappeared between the cleft of his ass. It would take fingers to pry it open and see if the pattern continued inside.

Chen Ang slid his cock between his cheeks, letting the flesh press around it. He ground forward slowly, the head leaking pre-cum that slicked everything up. Xu Heng could feel the hot, hard length pressing against his hole, rubbing just at the edge without pushing in. He gripped Chen Ang’s waist with both legs, his own cock twitching and leaking, the head swollen and flushed.

“Don’t rush it…” Chen Ang muttered. He pushed his damp bangs back and held the condom wrapper in one hand, tearing it open with his teeth.

The way he bit into the wrapper was unbearably sexy. Lazy, like he had all the time in the world. The lube inside spilled over his fingers and dripped down between his knuckles. He rubbed all of it over Xu Heng’s entrance, slippery and cold. Before Xu Heng could even cry out from the sudden chill, the lubed-up tip of Chen Ang’s cock was already pressing in, testing the tight ring of muscle.

“Shit… not so rough…”

Xu Heng’s voice was weak, but it sounded almost like he was whining.

Chen Ang pulled out and flipped him over, positioning him to kneel on the edge of the couch, chest pressed against the armrest and ass raised. His lower back dipped, and as he shifted, his shirt slipped down his shoulders. There was another tattoo inked down his spine, tracing from his nape all the way to the small of his back. His skin was pale, tinged pink with arousal, looking like a living canvas.

Chen Ang leaned over him, one hand gripping his shoulder. He aligned himself and slowly pushed in again.

“Ahn… I can’t… it’s too thick… hurts…”

Xu Heng’s voice had always been clear and bright, but in moments like this, every word came out soft and drawn out, like he was begging. It was impossible to tell whether he was really in pain or just being a tease.

Chen Ang laid over him completely, pinning him into the couch. The condom was a little tight, squeezing around him just enough to make it feel even better. Xu Heng’s slick hole clung to him greedily, sucking him in with wet heat. Chen Ang reached under his shirt and grabbed his nipple, twisting it between his fingers while whispering close to his ear.

“You got a tattoo here too?”

He was only halfway in, caught at that maddening spot where it felt like too much and not enough. Xu Heng’s nipples were sensitive, and the moans pouring from his mouth twisted in pitch. Chen Ang bit at his earlobe while speaking, his breath hot and heavy. Xu Heng couldn’t even struggle, pinned down completely, his only option was to arch his back and take it.

“No, I don’t.”

“No? But you’ve got one on your ass. Did the tattoo artist make you spread it for him while he worked?”

Chen Ang slammed in to the hilt.

Xu Heng’s entire body flushed like a boiled shrimp. His cock rubbed against the couch cushions, leaking uncontrollably as his mouth hung open, panting.

Chen Ang paused deep inside him before starting to move. Slow, steady thrusts, letting him feel every inch. Xu Heng was helplessly responsive. If it hurt, he whimpered. If it felt good, he moaned. It was like fucking a live wire. Every twitch, every breath made Chen Ang want more. He shoved Xu Heng’s shirt up to his shoulder blades, kissed along the tattoo running down his spine, and kept thrusting.

Eventually, Xu Heng’s waist started to give out. Chen Ang pulled him back upright.

A sharp smack echoed through the room.

“Ah!” Xu Heng was already dazed. His tongue lolled out slightly as he mumbled, “Hurts…”

The sting made him clench hard around Chen Ang’s cock, nearly making him cum on the spot. He rubbed the reddened skin on Xu Heng’s ass before landing another slap. His style in bed was rough and fierce. He gripped Xu Heng’s waist and started pounding into him, mixing shallow thrusts with sudden deep ones, smacking his ass every few strokes.

Xu Heng had never been fucked like this. The pain mixed with pleasure, burning through his nerves. He cried out and came hard, spurting all over the couch.

Xu Heng’s hair was soaked with sweat, clinging to his face and neck. His entire body was damp. Chen Ang still hadn’t come. He gripped Xu Heng’s thighs, flipped him over without pulling out, keeping deep inside him. The sudden motion made Xu Heng flinch. He kicked weakly in protest, but Chen Ang grabbed his ankles and fucked into him hard, driving deep until Xu Heng cried out again.

Chen Ang was right on the edge. His thrusts grew rougher, more urgent. He pinned Xu Heng into the corner of the couch, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh growing sharper and faster. Xu Heng couldn’t hold it. His body trembled as his cock hardened again, twitching uncontrollably. He clung to the edge of the couch, terrified he would get flipped over entirely. His whole body shook as he screamed and came a second time, nearly in sync with Chen Ang.

It had been a long time since Xu Heng had sex this intense, like being caught in a violent storm. Even after Chen Ang pulled out, tied off the condom filled with cum, and tossed it into the trash, Xu Heng was still out of breath. His legs remained spread wide, body limp on the couch, gasping like he had just sprinted eight hundred meters at full speed.

Chen Ang, on the other hand, looked completely refreshed. He went to take another shower, got dressed in his now-clean and dry clothes, buttoned them up neatly, then used Xu Heng’s hair dryer to dry his hair until it looked smooth and proper. Clean-cut and composed again, like nothing had happened.

Xu Heng, still only wearing a T-shirt long enough to cover his ass, bare legs on display, dragged his feet to open the door for him.

Chen Ang stood just outside, eyes casually drifting over those pale legs. Then, in a polite tone, he said,

“The lube is dripping out.”

Xu Heng slammed the door shut in his face.