WTCM 19. It’s Mutual, Not a Reversal

Chen Tianxiang grabbed his ass and gave it a squeeze. Firm, tight, just the right handful. It was smooth and slick to the touch, perfect in his palm. He spread the cheeks apart and pressed on the small opening in the middle. Surprisingly, staring directly at another man’s asshole wasn’t as off-putting as he’d imagined. That tiny wrinkled knot looked delicate and soft, almost like an unopened chrysanthemum bud.

It was already glistening with lube. He didn’t hesitate anymore. He pressed his middle finger to the center of those folds, let it soak up some of the slippery fluid, and shoved it inside with force.

“Ah…” Qi Haiyang let out an exaggerated cry. The finger immediately stopped, and he quickly wiggled his hips and explained, “It’s fine, I just got too excited. Keep going, keep going.”

Chen Tianxiang sighed in relief. He thought he had been too rough and hurt him. He pushed in deeper, letting the lube coat the inside. The tight heat wrapped around his finger, slick and pulsing, almost like it was alive, sucking him in. The strange sensation pushed him to go faster, and before long, he had three fingers sliding in and out with ease.

“Okay, okay, I think I’m ready.” Qi Haiyang’s hands were cuffed, and he could only crane his head downward, but he couldn’t see what was happening between his legs. He had no idea how far the prep had gone, but the anticipation was killing him. If he could move, he would’ve climbed on top already and started riding.

Chen Tianxiang raised an eyebrow. “Ready? Don’t come crying if it hurts.”

“It won’t hurt. I can take it. Come on already.”

Those words made something twist in Chen Tianxiang’s chest. He thought, I haven’t even fucked you yet, and you already sound like you’ve been through dozens. Hmph. From now on, as long as I’m around, don’t even think about touching other men. What a shame we met so late. If it had been five years earlier, maybe we could’ve been each other’s one and only. This strong, sexy body of yours should’ve only known pleasure from me. But no, five years ago you were still in high school. No way in hell I’d ever lay hands on a minor.

For the first time, he understood what it meant to want someone all to yourself. But there was no time to dwell on it, because the guy beneath him started twisting his hips impatiently again.

“Hurry up already. If you keep stalling, my flower’s gonna wilt. No wait, my chrysanthemum’s gonna go cold.”

“I don’t mind. I’ll warm it up for you.” Chen Tianxiang finally cracked a grin. His whole cool, aloof image shattered. He flashed a crooked smile at Qi Haiyang, chuckled through his clenched teeth, and slipped another finger in to stretch him a bit more. Only then did he pull down his thong halfway, revealing the rock-hard cock he’d been holding back, and pressed it right against the twitching hole.

“Mm… ah… wait, wait!” Qi Haiyang started moaning even before it went in. But halfway through, his eyes suddenly widened. He quickly waved his cuffed hands and pointed up at Chen Tianxiang’s head. “Xiang-ge! The hat! Put the hat on before you fuck me!”

“What?” Chen Tianxiang was right on the edge, ready to thrust in. He finally realized Qi Haiyang wasn’t talking about a condom, but the actual police cap. It must have fallen off the bed when he pinned him down earlier. Ha. Like he was really going to go pick that up just for some roleplay. But the comment did jolt him a bit. He’d been so worked up, he almost forgot the condom.

So, Chen Tianxiang deliberately loosened his hold on Qi Haiyang’s legs and slowly, methodically unwrapped a condom. He took his time rolling it on, while Qi Haiyang grew more desperate by the second, tears streaming down his face.

“Wuwu… now it’s really gone cold…”

But before he could even finish whining, he felt a wave of heat at his hole. Something big was pressing right against it, slowly pushing inside. His face lit up instantly, tears gone, replaced by a grin. He lifted his legs and wrapped them tightly around the cop’s waist, pulling him in even deeper.

“Hehe, Xiang-ge, you’re such a bastard. You love teasing me like this.”

“Mmm…” Chen Tianxiang let out a deep hum. With one smooth thrust, his cock sank all the way in, the fully loosened hole swallowing him whole. He paused, hands gripping the legs wrapped around his waist, savoring the new and intense sensation. His most sensitive part was buried deep inside another man’s body, surrounded by hot, tight walls. Even without moving, he could feel the strong muscles pulsing and clenching around him.

He tested a small pullback, only to find the hole clinging tight, refusing to let go. He pushed in again, and those layers gripped his cock even harder, sucking him in like they never wanted to let him out. The friction was perfect, a stroke of pure pleasure shooting up from his cock to his spine and exploding in his brain. He didn’t need any more encouragement. He started thrusting hard, pulling nearly all the way out, then slamming back in again, chasing the roughest friction and the strongest sensation.

“Ahh… ahhh…” Qi Haiyang stopped complaining completely. After days of being left empty, his tight little hole was finally being stuffed by the man he loved, and it felt so good all he could do was moan. He rocked his hips, chasing that perfect angle where that thick, hard cock hit his sweet spot again and again.

“Here? Is this it?” Chen Tianxiang wasn’t just fucking for his own pleasure. He paid attention to every reaction, adjusting his angle to find the exact spot inside. He knew how powerful that kind of stimulation was. Hit the right place, and a man could come just from penetration alone.

Qi Haiyang couldn’t form words anymore. He kept nodding while moaning, completely lost in the sensation. Chen Tianxiang couldn’t help but lower his head to kiss him. This idiot was moaning so loud that even with good soundproofing, someone might file a complaint for disturbing the peace. As soon as their tongues met, Qi Haiyang quieted down a lot, but he was clearly still too wound up. After a while, he started biting his lips, teeth scraping with hunger.

Chen Tianxiang still remembered he had work the next morning. Before his mouth got chewed up too badly, he pressed down on Qi Haiyang’s head and freed his lips. But as their bodies stayed wrapped together, he realized something else. The big mutt was still hard, and his cock was poking against his skin, twitching left and right, making his abs tingle.

He reached down, grabbed the stubborn rod, and started stroking it hard. He matched the rhythm with the hard thrusts driving deep into Qi Haiyang. It wasn’t long before Qi Haiyang cried out with a few sharp moans, his body going stiff as he clamped down and shot a thick load all over both their chests and bellies.

That set Chen Tianxiang off too. A sharp jolt ran through him as a flood of pleasure slammed into his brain. He shoved himself all the way down and came deep inside. The orgasm was hard and fast, but the aftershocks kept rolling. He held that strong, muscular body tight, panting heavily, kissing his neck and collarbone. His fingers rolled over sensitive nipples, slid along those sexy abs.

But when his hand touched the sticky mess on his lower belly, he snapped back to his senses. Shit. He was the one who’d fucked the guy till he was a mess. Of course, cleanup duty was on him.

“Xiang-ge?” Qi Haiyang had been lying there quietly, afraid to interrupt. He hadn’t moaned again or said a word. He just waited, hoping that once Chen Tianxiang had touched him enough and was back in the mood, they could go for another round while the heat still lingered.