Chapter 8

Xu Heng gripped the edge of the chair tightly with both hands, terrified that Chen Ang might yank him toward him with just one pull. He was barefoot, and he could practically feel the heat coming through the fabric. His face was burning. His speech quickened as he rushed through the remaining questions, pretending not to see the comments flying across the screen asking why his ears were so red. He hurriedly ended the stream.

The moment the camera shut off, Xu Heng yanked his foot back. It didn’t move. Chen Ang’s hand was still wrapped around his ankle like a clamp. Xu Heng’s face turned bright red.

“You’re such a pervert,” he hissed.

Chen Ang let go, and Xu Heng immediately pulled his foot back, rubbing the sole against the top of his other foot. He swore he could still feel that lingering touch.

Chen Ang said casually, “You’re streaming in drag. Seems fair.”

Xu Heng snapped back, “I’m doing this to make a living. And what’s wrong with wearing a dress?”

Chen Ang shrugged. “Then what’s wrong with getting hard watching a man in a dress?”

Xu Heng was speechless. His mouth opened and closed for a few seconds before he exploded.

“My god. Do your friends and family know what kind of freak you are?”

Chen Ang thought about it seriously and answered, “Probably not.”

Xu Heng was too stunned to even speak.

Chen Ang leaned back on the couch, his shirt unbuttoned halfway, wrinkled and hanging loosely off his shoulders. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing solid forearms laced with faint veins. His neatly styled hair was a little messy now, a few strands falling across his forehead. He sat with his legs spread, a firm bulge tenting his slacks, looking like a lazy big cat that was ready to pounce.

Xu Heng was still blushing, though by now it wasn’t entirely from anger.

Damn hormones.

He closed the laptop and got up, nearly tripping over the chair leg.

“I’m going to change,” he mumbled.

He barely took two steps before a warm body pressed up behind him. He was pinned against the wall, a hot breath grazing his neck and sending a full-body shiver down his spine.

Chen Ang wrapped an arm around his waist. His fingers met nothing but the silky fabric of the dress.

“No need to change.”

Xu Heng’s legs went weak. He pressed his cheek to the cold wall for support, bracing himself with one hand. He could hear the sound of a belt unbuckling. Something hot and hard was already pressing against his ass through the dress.

He parted his lips, breathing heavily. He whispered, “Condom…”

Chen Ang brushed his hair aside and bit down on the tattoo at the back of his neck.

“Don’t worry. I’ll go grab one,” he said in a hoarse voice.

Chen Ang tightened his arm around Xu Heng’s waist and started walking them both toward the bedroom, their steps stumbling and tangled like they were stuck together and couldn’t pull apart. He hiked up Xu Heng’s skirt as they went. His cock rubbed against Xu Heng’s perineum through the thin fabric of his underwear, wet and sticky at the tip, nudging forward with each step.

Xu Heng was already hard, and he was walking purely on willpower.

The nightstand was low. Chen Ang brought him to his knees in front of it. Xu Heng fumbled through the drawer and shoved a condom into his hand.

Chen Ang glanced at the wrapper and smirked.

“Looks a little bigger than last time. Did you buy this for me?”

Xu Heng leaned forward, bracing both hands on the nightstand. His eyes were watery, his thighs rubbing together in frustration.

“No. I didn’t,” he growled.

Chen Ang tore open the condom wrapper. There was the sound of rustling as he got everything in place. He lifted Xu Heng’s skirt, revealing his round ass wrapped in tight white underwear. He pulled the fabric aside, exposing his hole, and used the lube on the condom to stretch him open.

Xu Heng stayed pressed against the nightstand the whole time, knees digging into the floor, hurting like hell, but he was too far gone to care. His face buried down, all he could manage were soft, breathy moans.

Chen Ang unzipped the back of his dress, revealing the tattoo running along his spine. The dress hung off his body, clinging by a thread. His underwear was pushed aside, digging into the flesh of his ass, and the whole thing looked filthy in the most obscene way.

“Why aren’t you wearing a bra?”

Xu Heng felt like he was inside a porn scene, like a student being bent over by his teacher in a suit. His whole body was flushed, pink from head to toe, like a boiled shrimp. He gasped when Chen Ang spread his ass and slowly pushed his cock inside. All he could do was cry out like a slut.

Once Chen Ang had buried himself to the hilt, he pulled Xu Heng up, making him straddle his lap, thighs wide open. The dress fell down, covering where their bodies were joined.

“Ah… too deep…”

The friction from Chen Ang’s pubic hair and the rough fabric of his suit pants made Xu Heng’s ass itch. He kept his legs spread, letting Chen Ang reach into his underwear and stroke his cock. With each thrust, the movement inside his hole created lewd, wet noises, all hidden beneath the drape of the dress.

After a few strokes, Chen Ang pulled his hand away.

“Touch yourself.”

Xu Heng pulled his cock out and started jerking himself off. Chen Ang slid his hand under the unzipped dress, grabbing one of his nipples, rolling and flicking it with his fingers. Xu Heng screamed and came all over his own hand.

Chen Ang nearly came too, squeezed tight by Xu Heng’s spasming body. He grabbed Xu Heng’s thighs and spread them wider, lifting him up and bouncing him down again, fucking his overstimulated hole that had just been pushed past its limit. Xu Heng was writhing from the aftershock, screaming with pleasure, but unable to break free. Chen Ang’s fingers dug into the meat of his thighs, holding him in place as he thrust in hard and deep, over and over.

After that first round, Chen Ang flipped him over onto the floor and made him crawl up to the nightstand. With Xu Heng kneeling, braced against the wood, Chen Ang pounded him from behind until both of them were fully spent.

By the end of it, three used condoms were sitting in the trash.

Xu Heng collapsed, body limp on the floor. His dress was a wreck, crumpled and stained with god knows what. Red marks bloomed across his back in uneven streaks. Chen Ang liked to bite lightly during sex, not enough to hurt, but enough to leave a mark.

Chen Ang went to shower first. Xu Heng followed after. When he came back out, Chen Ang was still there, sitting stark naked on the sofa like he owned the place, not even pretending to be shy.

Xu Heng tried hinting. “Well… it’s getting late. Kinda hard to get a ride from here at this hour…”

Chen Ang grabbed his crumpled suit pants and held them up, pointing at the mess near the crotch, which was drenched with lube and cum.

“You soaked them.”

Xu Heng was speechless.

“I’ll toss them in the wash,” he offered.

Chen Ang replied, “They need to be dry-cleaned.”

“Oh… then I guess I could lend you something to wear?”

Chen Ang gave Xu Heng’s petite frame a very skeptical look.

“Pretty sure you don’t have anything that would fit me.”

Xu Heng took a deep breath, telling himself to be civil, especially after how much effort Chen Ang had just put into their little ‘workout.’ He forced a friendly tone.

“Okay, so… what do you suggest?”

Chen Ang said, “I called the dry cleaner. They’ll come pick the suit up soon, but they don’t deliver upstairs. Just bring it down for me. They’ll send it back tomorrow. I’ll just crash here tonight.”

Xu Heng stared at him.

There were so many problems with that sentence, he didn’t even know where to start.