SYU 32. Taste

Since Wu Jinshan was asleep and wouldn’t hear anyway, he curved his lips into a smile and boldly added,

“You can fuck me however you want.”

Chen Xiucheng buried his face in the sofa cushion, overwhelmed by a tidal wave of shame.

It was so hot, so burning, he could die from it. Thank god Wu Jinshan was asleep. Otherwise, where was he supposed to dig a hole and crawl into it…

Wait, Wu Jinshan was asleep?

He lifted his head just slightly, peeking out from under his arm with one eye to glance at the man on the couch.

Something was wrong. Why was Wu Jinshan’s arm covering his forehead, but his eyes were open?

He rubbed his eyes in alarm. By the time he realized things had taken a bad turn, it was already too late to run.

Wu Jinshan’s large hand reached behind his neck and pulled him close. At the same time, he pushed himself upright, tilted his head, and kissed him.

Chen Xiucheng’s lips were almost too soft, like crashing into a puff of cotton candy. Wu Jinshan brushed against them lightly, then flicked his tongue across them, as if checking whether this was a dream, or if he was really kissing Chen Xiucheng.

Based on what he had read online, falling in love was supposed to start with hand-holding, hugging, and kissing, and only then move naturally toward sex.

Wu Jinshan wasn’t sure why he had gotten the order wrong. What he couldn’t understand even more was why he had never thought to taste something this good before.

Chen Xiucheng froze in place. Wu Jinshan’s sudden move caught him completely off guard, leaving his mind blank. It wasn’t until the other guy’s tongue began trying to pry his mouth open that he snapped back to reality and reached up to push him away.

The sofa back was still between them. Wu Jinshan was clearly not satisfied with that distance, nor with the weak resistance in Chen Xiucheng’s body. He immediately rose to one knee, leaned over, wrapped an arm around Chen Xiucheng’s waist, and pulled him straight into his arms.

Chen Xiucheng struggled hard, but that did nothing to stop Wu Jinshan from holding him tighter and deepening the kiss.

The scent of rice wine still lingered in his mouth. Wu Jinshan didn’t like sweet things, but the sweetness in Chen Xiucheng’s mouth was an exception. It was like the candy from the fairy tales he had imagined as a child. Now that it had taken on a tangible form, he couldn’t wait to lick off the sugary coating and savor the intoxicating wine within.

His tongue swept between Chen Xiucheng’s teeth, then hooked around his tongue. Saliva spilled from the corners of their mouths. Wu Jinshan followed the trail down to his chin, licking and sucking all the way to his neck. One hand slid into Chen Xiucheng’s slightly long hair behind his ear, while the other lifted his shirt and roamed across his smooth back.

His cock hardened quickly, pressing against Chen Xiucheng’s thigh. He grabbed the guy’s hand and shoved it into his underwear, forcing him to ease the unbearable desire.

Chen Xiucheng had just finished washing dishes. His fingers were damp and cool to the touch, which made Wu Jinshan’s erection feel especially hot. His wrist brushed repeatedly against the coarse pubic hair, and his palm was soon coated with the sticky precum leaking from the slit.

Chen Xiucheng couldn’t help thinking Wu Jinshan was a pervert, both desperate and shameless.

In his panic, he accidentally pressed against Wu Jinshan’s injured hand. Wu Jinshan flinched in pain, and Chen Xiucheng seized the moment to break free and run. But he barely got a few steps before Wu Jinshan caught him again, wrapped an arm around his waist, and lifted him onto his shoulder.

Chen Xiucheng was instantly flipped upside down as he was carried up the stairs. He yelped and flailed in the air. “Put me down!”

Wu Jinshan did put him down, but it was straight onto the bed in the master bedroom.

This bed was larger than the single one in the study. When Chen Xiucheng was tossed onto it, the mattress sank beneath him, and Wu Jinshan’s scent seeped out from every corner of the bedding, enveloping him completely.

Wu Jinshan shut the door behind him and began undoing the drawstring of his sweatpants. “Didn’t you say I could fuck you whenever I want?”

Chen Xiucheng struggled to sit up and weakly scooted toward the head of the bed. “Weren’t you asleep?”

“No. Who said I was asleep?”

“Then why the hell were you pretending to be?”

Wu Jinshan stripped down to just his underwear, revealing a firm chest and his erect cock. He crawled to the foot of the bed and grabbed hold of Chen Xiucheng’s ankle. “I wasn’t pretending. I was just resting with my eyes closed and listening to the news.”

“Then go back to resting. Keep listening to your news.” Chen Xiucheng kicked at him with both legs, but it was no use.

Wu Jinshan caught his calf and yanked him forward. “But you turned off the TV. And you said that if I liked you, then I was your boyfriend, and I could fuck you whenever I wanted.”

“Fuck off! You tricked me?” Chen Xiucheng, unwilling to give in, grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it. “No way, what I said earlier doesn’t count.”

“Then when will it count?”

Wu Jinshan asked the question as if he truly meant it, like he would take whatever answer Chen Xiucheng gave as the final word.

Even if he had already held back for a long time, as long as Chen Xiucheng said not yet, he would keep waiting until the day he finally said yes.

Chen Xiucheng didn’t have an answer. He wasn’t sure what he was stubborn about either, but he didn’t push Wu Jinshan away again.

Wu Jinshan wasn’t particularly skilled at sex, but he was decent at kissing. At least kissing didn’t hurt as much as having his ass fucked.

In fact, kissing felt a lot better.

He cupped Wu Jinshan’s face and stared at him for a moment. Then he leaned forward and straddled Wu Jinshan’s body, eyeing the chest he had fantasized about for so long. With a finger, he flicked at one of the nipples, then dipped his head to nuzzle against it, brushing his lips over the skin and testing it with the tip of his tongue, trying to taste the flavor of Wu Jinshan’s body.

A hand gently stroked his head, and a hard bulge pressed against the base of his spine. Wu Jinshan let out a low, muffled groan, his breath heavy with pleasure as he asked, “When you were jerking off in my study, is this the position you imagined?”

Chen Xiucheng jerked his head up and blinked twice. “You knew?” Then, flustered and furious, he snapped, “You were faking it again?”

He grabbed the poor pillow again and slammed it against Wu Jinshan’s chest, cursing as he went. He had no idea what he was shouting anymore, just a mess of insults like bastard, asshole, scumbag.

“Weren’t you the one who told me not to go looking for you?” Wu Jinshan let him flail for a while, then pulled his pants down and saw that his he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“You…” Wu Jinshan trying not to laugh. “So just now, this whole time you were…”

“Don’t laugh!” Chen Xiucheng’s face turned bright red. He quickly reached out to cover Wu Jinshan’s mouth to stop him from saying anything else.

Wu Jinshan couldn’t help remembering that night, how Chen Xiucheng had shown him those pure white briefs. The more he thought about it, the harder he laughed. He snatched the pillow from Chen Xiucheng and told him that pillows were not for hitting your boyfriend. Then he tugged off Chen Xiucheng’s loungewear completely, lifted one of his legs, and shoved the pillow under his waist. “They say this makes it more comfortable.”

Chen Xiucheng propped himself up with confusion on his face, just in time to see Wu Jinshan rummaging through a storage box under the bed, pulling out a plastic tube and a small square packet.

“I heard this brand works well.” Wu Jinshan said that as he spread Chen Xiucheng’s legs. Without wasting words, he aimed the tip of the tube between his cheeks and squeezed half of it into his hole.

The cold gel made Chen Xiucheng jolt with a sharp shiver, and he yelled out, “Are you sure this is how you’re supposed to use it?”

Fingers followed immediately, circling and stretching his inner walls. At the same time, Wu Jinshan took out a condom and rolled it on. He looked like someone who had done all his homework, sounding completely confident as he promised he would make it feel good this time.

But Chen Xiucheng had been fooled before. He no longer believed any of Wu Jinshan’s promises. He shouted first, threatening to break up with him if it hurt again.

It wasn’t the first time he had done this with Wu Jinshan, but being fucked by another man was still something Chen Xiucheng couldn’t get used to.

Even with the help of lube, even with Wu Jinshan being unusually patient, stroking his cock and lower belly to ease the discomfort, the moment he pushed in, Chen Xiucheng still felt like his body was being split open.

They hadn’t done it in months. And Chen Xiucheng had only been opened up twice. He was still tight as hell. Wu Jinshan struggled to hold down his flailing arms, pinned them above his head, and muttered soothing words as he tried to calm him down.

Chen Xiucheng’s hole clenched tight around his cock, making Wu Jinshan feel like he was being swallowed whole. The pleasure hit so hard he couldn’t hold back. He stopped caring how rough it got, letting instinct take over as he slammed into him again and again.

The world around them shook. Mountains crumbled. Waves crashed. Wu Jinshan’s thick cock rammed into him without restraint, battering him deep inside.

“Ah—go on then, fuck me to death,” Chen Xiucheng gasped, arching his back from the pain. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to breathe, mouth gaping to suck in air and push through the tearing sensation below.

Nothing in life could be certain.

People in love could fall apart. Enemies could turn into friends. But even knowing that, everything between him and Wu Jinshan still felt unreal. He couldn’t picture the future, couldn’t imagine if they would stay together or someday live separate lives again.

He didn’t know how long the future would last, but right now, he knew he couldn’t let go of the present.

His lips were flushed a beautiful red from being bitten. Chen Xiucheng endured the aching fullness in his ass, waiting for the discomfort to be drowned out by desire and pleasure.

Tears clung to the corners of his eyes. His cheeks, neck, and chest had all been kissed and sucked into a deepening shade of lustful color. He reached up with both arms, wrapped them around Wu Jinshan’s neck, and searched for his lips through the blur in his eyes.

“Do you like me or not?”

He seemed to need that confirmation again and again, as if only by hearing it could he allow himself to accept Wu Jinshan’s invasion.

“I like you. I’m yours now. Do whatever you want.”