SYU 38. Extra 2: Chen Xiucheng and the Cat Part 2

Hearing movement, Chen Xiucheng propped himself up and turned his head. It was then that Wu Jinshan realized just how little he had on.

His chest was bare, with nothing but two little black cat-paw-shaped pasties barely covering his nipples. Down below, a tiny black thong held his cock in place.

Wu Jinshan completely lost it. His shoulders were shaking with laughter. He grabbed the edge of the coffee table as he collapsed to his knees.

Seeing that reaction, Chen Xiucheng’s face flushed red with fury. He had carefully planned this whole thing to be sexy and fun, and now here Wu Jinshan was, laughing like an idiot, completely ruining the mood.

He cursed loudly, ready to storm over and punch him, but after only two steps, the butt plug inside him hit just the right spot. His legs gave out, and he had no choice but to flop back down onto the couch.

“Who’s cuter, me or the cat?” Chen Xiucheng slapped the leather sofa cushion and demanded fiercely.

Wu Jinshan nearly died laughing right there on the floor. “You, of course.”

“Liar,” Chen Xiucheng snapped.

“Fine, the cat.”

“Get lost!”

“You’re both cute.”

“See? I told you you were two-timing scum!”

Wu Jinshan surrendered. “Neither of you are cute. I’m the cute one. Happy now?”

“Nope,” Chen Xiucheng declared. “Come any closer and I’ll beat you to death.”

Who would’ve thought his grudge with the cat would escalate to this level?

Wu Jinshan laughed even harder, then got on all fours and crawled over to pounce on the “slutty cat.” He grabbed the back of his neck and the inside of his thigh, pinning him down on the couch.

“If you’ve got the guts, murder your own husband.”

Wu Jinshan used to be so stiff and uptight, and all Chen Xiucheng wanted to do was punch him. Now he was acting like a smug bastard, and he wanted to punch him even more.

“Keep laughing, why don’t you! Laugh yourself to death!” Chen Xiucheng buried his face in the sofa cushions and flailed his legs uselessly in protest.

He had already stretched himself beforehand, with plenty of lube. All Wu Jinshan had to do was pull out that cat tail butt plug and his cock could slide right in.

The sight of him made Wu Jinshan burn up with lust. He tore off the towel, his cock already hard, and brought his hand down on Chen Xiucheng’s ass.

“You trying to die here? Want me to fuck you to death on this couch?”

Chen Xiucheng turned his head and snorted through his nose. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“You’re this damn slutty? No way I can let you out into society like this.” Wu Jinshan landed a few more smacks on his ass.

“Stop it, stop it! My ass is gonna swell!”

Wu Jinshan ignored him. He said that ass was bound to get swollen anyway, so they might as well take care of the swelling in his cock first.

He flipped him over to face him, tore off the two cat paw pasties from his chest and stuck them to his dick, then unclipped the collar from Chen Xiucheng’s neck and looped it around his cock too. He even grabbed the tail and used it to tickle him.

Chen Xiucheng was ticklish and let out a sharp moan, instantly losing half his fighting spirit. He pulled in his limbs, trying to dodge the teasing tail, and muttered, “What is my dick, a coat rack? You just hang everything on it.”

Wu Jinshan flicked his cock. “Looks pretty, though.”

The curtains blocked out the light, and the dim living room filled with heat. A pair of cat ears poked up from behind the sofa, twitching in a steady rhythm.

Wu Jinshan was kissing Chen Xiucheng’s neck when a sudden tight squeeze made his head spin. He looked up, eyes wide in surprise. “Did you just squeeze me?”

Chen Xiucheng’s eyes were red at the corners, his voice hoarse as he panted, “If you cum faster, I’ll suffer less.”

Wu Jinshan had always been rough going in, but Chen Xiucheng had prepared thoroughly. Even though he felt completely filled and stretched tight, he still had enough control left to clench down on him.

“You dare dress like that and still want mercy?” Wu Jinshan gritted his teeth, his scalp tingling from the pleasure. Chen Xiucheng had the kind of body made to tempt him, but the guy himself was completely unaware.

The heat in the room was turned up high. Wu Jinshan fought back the urge to come, wrapped his arms tightly around him, and lifted him off the couch.

With one hand cupping Chen Xiucheng’s ass and the other pulling his fluffy head against his shoulder, he carried him forward, fucking him as he walked. Smacking his butt, he coaxed in a low voice, “Come on, kitty. Give your master a nice little meow.”

“Like hell I will,” Chen Xiucheng growled and bit down on his shoulder, leaving a row of bright teeth marks.

Wu Jinshan gasped sharply. “You’re a wild little thing, huh? A housecat that bites gets its ass nailed to my cock.”

The mood had started off playful, but of course Wu Jinshan had to ruin it with his nonsense. Still, things were progressing well enough. In any case, there was no way Chen Xiucheng was going to lose to that overly orange tabby cat.

Unfortunately, the fun didn’t last long. Wu Jinshan’s phone started ringing. It was Uncle Zhao.

“Young Master Shan, I didn’t know you were coming back,” Uncle Zhao said with surprise. “I just heard from Yashan that you and Chengcheng arrived. Do you need me to come over now to clean up?”

It had snowed recently, and there was still a layer of ice around the house. No one had lived here for months. Since they came back suddenly, Uncle Zhao hadn’t had time to prepare.

Chen Xiucheng thought Wu Jinshan would tell him to come tomorrow.

But instead, he said, “It’s fine. We came back on a whim. We’re just playing games upstairs. You can let yourself in with the key and tidy up the first floor, that’s enough.”

Still holding Chen Xiucheng, he tucked the cat tail butt plug and towel under one arm, phone wedged between ear and shoulder, and started calmly walking up the stairs. The whole thing looked so casual, no one would have guessed he was balls-deep in someone while walking up the stairs.

Chen Xiucheng bit his lip, too afraid to make a sound. His whole body went cold, and he clung tightly to Wu Jinshan’s neck.

Back in the bedroom, just as the front door opened downstairs, Wu Jinshan slammed the door shut and pinned him against it.

Chen Xiucheng pounded on his chest, whispering furiously, “Are you crazy?”

Wu Jinshan seemed to enjoy it even more. He kept thrusting inside him, hard enough to make the door tremble. “I don’t care. I’m almost twenty. Doing adult things with someone I like is natural. It’s what grownups do.”

He had to admit he probably had a fucked-up kink for this, but he loved teasing Chen Xiucheng. Loved watching him get flustered and angry. Loved fucking him while he was like that.

In fact, this whole plan was Chen Xiucheng’s idea. He’d been thinking about it for a while. The dorm was too risky. Hotels didn’t have good enough soundproofing. Wu Jinshan’s house was the only place where they could really let go.

But now, his face was burning red. He had half a mind to slap Wu Jinshan across the face. Then again, that might only turn the bastard on more. He cursed this perverted freak for always testing the limits of shamelessness.

“S-slow down… Not so loud…” he begged, startled by Wu Jinshan’s recklessness. His legs instinctively tightened around the other’s waist. He wanted to cry out but didn’t dare.

Wu Jinshan, emboldened, leaned in and threatened, “You’re already wearing cat ears. At least try to act the part.” Then he ordered, “Come on. Say it.”

Forced to obey, Chen Xiucheng gave a weak meow. To appease him, he even leaned in to lick Wu Jinshan’s ear, hoping some shred of guilt would make him go easier.

That soft little “meow” melted Wu Jinshan to the core. The unexpected extra service sent him into a frenzy. He kissed him wildly, devouring him.

Chen Xiucheng’s top mouth was sealed. His bottom mouth was stuffed too. Wu Jinshan flung him onto the bed and pounded into him harder than ever.

He had seen Wu Jinshan hold a kitten before. Those rough hands could actually stroke soft fur so gently, fingers brushing the little cat’s head and neck with surprising care. But that tenderness never seemed to be meant for him. All Wu Jinshan ever did was bully him.

Who knew how much time passed. At last, the sound of the front door locking echoed through the house again.

Only then did Chen Xiucheng dare to open his mouth and unleash a torrent of furious curses. “Perverted demon bastard,” he shouted.

He came as he cried. Tears, cum, and lube spilled from his hole, pooling beneath him in a sticky mess. His eyes were hazy with tears, unfocused, unable to find clarity. He parted his lips and flicked his tongue across them, like he was silently begging to be kissed again.

Wu Jinshan leaned down, brushed their tongues together, then pulled back just enough to leave a sliver of space between them. Chen Xiucheng chased after him, lips parted, head tilted up, wordlessly asking for more.

With his fingers coated in cum, Wu Jinshan continued thrusting as he circled Chen Xiucheng’s nipples, then signed his name across his stomach. He caressed the slight swell of his belly and said softly, “A kitten’s tummy isn’t for anyone else to touch.”

“And you, do you only let me fuck you?”

The body beneath him had long since melted in lust. All Chen Xiucheng could do was nod, letting out soft, breathless moans.

Fucked like this, he looked nothing like his usual self. He was so pliant, so quiet, moaning in a way that made Wu Jinshan lose his mind. He wanted to keep him like this forever.

—-

They had eaten train station bento that morning. After that, Chen Xiucheng had been fucked all afternoon. Wu Jinshan helped him clean up, and now he was fast asleep.

By the time the clock hit eight, Wu Jinshan had cooked dinner using the basket of ingredients Uncle Zhao had dropped off. But Chen Xiucheng refused to get up. He lay curled in bed, limp and unable to move, as if stuffed full of cum and too full to walk.

Wu Jinshan said he would carry him out and feed him by hand. But after just a few bites of food, he shoved his cock in his mouth instead, pumping him full of cum again. He even joked about fucking him all the way into the new year.

Too exhausted to resist, Chen Xiucheng hung on Wu Jinshan like a ragdoll. He let him flip him every which way. It felt like climbing a mountain five times in a row and still getting fucked.

He groaned weakly that he was never wearing those damn cat-themed outfits again. Said he would throw out every one of those cursed toys first thing tomorrow.

Wu Jinshan just laughed and said, “That’s fine. I’ll buy you a frog costume next. You can croak for me while I fuck you.”

“Look,” he said suddenly, cracking open the curtains. He held Chen Xiucheng close and pointed. “Fireworks.”

Far beyond the Liángshan pasture, bursts of dazzling light climbed the black sky. With a wicked grin, Wu Jinshan reached down and toyed with his dick. “How about you give me a firework of your own?”

He had never cared about holidays or fireworks before. Found them loud, fleeting, and meaningless. But this year was different.

This year, he had a little kitten.

From now on, every holiday, every beautiful sight, he wanted to spend with him. To see it all together.

Happy New Year.

People said that all the time. But at midnight, Wu Jinshan finally understood what it meant.

It wasn’t that the new year was joyful in itself.

It was because…

“With you, the new year becomes happiness.”