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It isn’t easy for Suowei to get a night by himself at the clinic. Since Suowei got released from the hospital, Chi Cheng has been as clingy as his snakes, wrapping around Suowei and barely giving him a moment of peace.

It’s annoying, is what it is. Chi Cheng is a man who knows very well how handsome he is, and who is used to always getting what he wants. Those two things in combination have made it very frustrating for Suowei. Chi Cheng is shameless. It didn’t matter if they are alone or in the middle of the art gallery. There's nowhere Suowei is safe from Chi Cheng’s wandering hands, and he gets groped, caressed, and teased constantly.

Has Suowei given in? Maybe once or twice when Chi Cheng becomes especially persistent. One of the downsides of Chi Cheng touching him so much is that he started figuring out what works.

Four days ago, Chi Cheng had come behind him and ran his fingers up the nape of Suowei’s neck, scratching at the short hairs there against the grain. The resulting cascade of shivers down Suowei’s spine and goosebumps on his arms - and Chi Cheng’s amused huff of laughter - had made him flush in embarrassment. He stayed frozen as Chi Cheng plastered himself against Suowei’s back and reached around to unzip his pants.

Suowei came twice (TWICE!) with his face pressed into a wall and Chi Cheng’s big hand on his dick, keeping Suowei boneless and pliant by pressing delicate, knee-melting kisses to the newly discovered sensitive skin of his nape. The smug smirk hadn’t left Chi Cheng’s stupid face for the rest of that day.

Now Suowei’s looking into buying turtlenecks, because the back of his neck has gotten a permanent growth in the form of Chi Cheng’s lips ever since then. Do they make turtleneck pajamas?

Even though Suowei has allowed kissing and handjobs, and fine, some blowjobs too. And rubbing off on each other. And Chi Cheng carrying him. And cuddling. And hand holding.

Despite all of that, Suowei has stood firm on one thing. He refuses to let Chi Cheng fuck him, no matter how much the other man pouts and whines. They’d called his bluff against Xiaoshuai easily enough. After all their concerns about his threat, all it took was Suowei yelling, “You want to fuck him? Fine! Go! See if I care! But don’t come back to me when you’re done!” Chi Cheng folded and spent the night ordering Suowei his favorite foods, clearly trying to get back in his good graces.

But Suowei isn’t dumb, and he knows that he can’t hold him off forever. And he’d let himself be killed before admitting it, but he’s maybe a little interested.

It takes a last minute call from Chi Cheng’s parents to get him out of the house so that Suowei can sneak out. He uses the time to his advantage in his room at the clinic by pulling out his phone.

Xiaoshuai had tried showing Suowei porn months ago. It grossed him out then, but maybe that is just due to Xiaoshuai’s bad taste in material? Maybe the stuff he jerks it to is gross or something.

Suowei slides under the covers and hesitantly pulls up a site. He thinks about what to type in the search bar and finally decides on “men getting fucked by other men and liking it.”

That should be good, right? If he sees someone enjoying it, that might help him understand why people do it. He scrolls through the options that come up through the search and taps a video titled “He makes me beg for his cock.”

It takes no time easing into the action. The men on the bed are mid-fuck. The smaller man is on his hands and knees, sweaty, making desperate eyes at the camera. The other man hovers behind him, rubbing the angrily red head of his cock around the smaller man’s hole. The smaller man writhes and tries to force his cock inside, but the other man refuses, smacking a hand sharply over the smaller man’s ass.

Suowei chewed on the fingernail of his thumb as he studied the video, forcing himself not to look away. The man on his hands and knees did seem to want it, but Suowei couldn’t see why. The cock looks like it would hurt going into that small hole. Does it really feel good?

Suowei puts aside his distaste for the act itself, and focuses on the visual. He can admit that, while getting fucked doesn’t look fun, he wouldn’t mind being under Chi Cheng like that.

He lets his hands drop from his mouth and glide down his chest. He pushes his sleep pants down and takes hold of his soft cock and pets it lightly while imagining what it feels like having Chi Cheng’s strong body enveloping his. In the video, the bigger man grabs hold of the smaller man’s hips and uses that as leverage to guide himself inside. The smaller man’s eyes roll back in what could be either ecstasy or excruciating pain, judging by the expression on his face.

That, letting Chi Cheng manhandle him, control his body, definitely does it for Suowei. His cock starts to firm up in his hand. He drops the phone onto his chest in order to dig under his pillow and pull out the tube of slick that Xiaoshuai gave him. He squirts some on his hand and wraps it around his cock again with a sigh.

When he once again looks at the video, the smaller man is moaning around two of the bigger man’s fingers in his mouth. Suowei can hear garbled pleas as he continues to get fucked.

Suowei focuses on the smaller man’s face. He looks completely overwhelmed, and Suowei is reminded of the first time Chi Cheng took him down his throat. Thank god Suowei never has to know what his face looked like at the first slow slide of his cock down Chi Cheng's throat. It had been his first blowjob, since Yue Yue always refused, saying it was too dirty. The overwhelming pleasure he felt then is echoed on the face of the man in the video.

Under the covers, Suowei’s hand speeds up from the memory alone. Chi Cheng, as always, has a sixth sense for any time Suowei is horny, and so he’s not even surprised when his phone starts to ring.

He considers not answering it. He knows he’s about to play with fire. But Chi Cheng did this to him before, didn’t he? Isn’t turnabout fair play? He takes a deep breath and hits answer and puts it on speaker.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” comes Chi Cheng’s deep voice in Suowei’s ear. He bites his lip as his cock gives a little Pavlovian jerk.

“Are you back from your parents’?” he asks.

“Mm,” Chi Cheng says, and Suowei can hear his frown. “You’re not here.”

“I’m at the clinic,” he confirms.

“Why?” Chi Cheng asks.

“To get some time alone,” Suowei says.

“Come back and be alone with me,” Chi Cheng says and Suowei grits his teeth and rubs a thumb over the head of his cock.

“Do you not know the meaning of the word ‘alone’?” he replies, voice slightly wavering.

“That word doesn’t exist for me since I met you,” he answers. “Why would I want to be alone when I can be playing with your cute cock?”

Suowei can’t stifle a moan at Chi Cheng’s words. On the other end of the line, there is abrupt silence. Dangerous, calculated silence. And then…

“Da Bao.” Chi Cheng’s voice is at least an octave lower than it had been, and Suowei just barely catches another moan before it can slip out. “What are you doing right now?”

“What do you think?” he asks, his hand quickening its pace.

“Wu Suowei, did you leave my bed to go jerk off?”

“No,” Suowei pants. “I’m doing research.”

“Oh?” Chi Cheng responds. “What kind of research involves putting your hands down your pants, baby?”

“I was watching a video…ohhh…” Suowei stutters on a particularly good stroke. “Trying to figure out why anyone would like…you know….having that done to them.”

There’s no response for a long moment, and then Suowei jumps when the phone starts to ring again. Blinking, he looks at the screen. Chi Cheng is requesting a video chat. Suowei accepts, his heart hammering, and when the images comes on screen, it’s Chi Cheng getting into the backseat of his towncar.

The door slams, and Suowei chuffs out a laugh. “Headed somewhere?” he asks coyly. Chi Cheng’s stern, handsome face makes Suowei’s cock twitch.

“What did your research tell you?” Chi Cheng asks, ignoring Suowei’s question.

“Nothing,” Suowei says. “The guy liked it, but I still don’t know why.”

“Let me see you,” Chi Cheng demands.

“You are seeing me,” he says.

“Da Bao.” The name is a warning, a threat, and a tease all at once. Suowei bites his lip, feeling shy, before reminding himself that Chi Cheng has seen it all anyway.

“Fine.”

He pushes the blankets off and angles the phone down his body to where he’s fisting his cock.

“So hard and wet already,” Chi Cheng says, his voice like gravel. “Must have seen something you liked in that video.”

“Other stuff,” Suowei says. “Not…that part. Ah. Ah!” Knowing Chi Cheng is watching him, knowing he likes it, hearing the desire in his voice, makes Suowei even hotter. He squeezes a thick pearl of pre-come from his slit and hisses at how good it feels.

Chi Cheng’s mocking laughter echoes over the line before he says, “Baby, I hope you don’t think you get to come.”

Suowei’s hand falters at his words.

“What?” he asks.

“I’ll be there soon, and I’ll show you why people like it so much,” he promises darkly.

“You’re not…you’re not fucking me,” Suowei says.

“That’s fine. I have other ways to make you beg for it.” The confidence in his voice makes Suowei shiver. “But you don’t come until I tell you.”

The command is almost enough to send Suowei over the edge. He stops stroking and grips himself tight to hold it in. When he calms down, he takes his hand off and fists the blanket instead.

He tilts the phone back to his face and scowls. “You decide when I come now?” he asks.

Chi Cheng just smirks. “Don’t I?”

Suowei’s eyes slam shut and he groans. Why? Why is that so hot? “Chi Cheng…” he gasps.

“Hmm?” Chi Cheng asks softly. When Suowei opens his eyes, he looks perfectly innocent, one big, expressive eyebrow raised. “Why did you stop?”

“You…” Suowei flounders, a bit lost. “You said not to.”

“No I didn’t. I just said you can’t come. You can keep stroking that pretty cock for me as much as you want.” The words are a suggestion, but the tone in which he says them is not.

Suowei’s hand is back on himself before he can think, and the phone nearly falls out of his other one with how good it feels.

“Ahh, there you go,” Chi Cheng praises. “Let me see you.”

Suowei moves the phone back down to where his hand is working.

“Gorgeous,” Chi Cheng says. “Use your thumb and rub the head, right on the slit…oh, you like that,” he rumbles approvingly as Suowei’s cock jumps and his hips start moving on their own. “Go on. Fast and tight, make yourself feel good.”

Suowei’s stomach begins to tighten. The perfect rhythm of his hand and the sound of Chi Cheng’s voice pushes him closer. He can feel it cresting when Chi Cheng’s authoritative voice speaks up again.

“Stop.”

Suowei risks another stroke, and Chi Cheng simply says, “Da Bao.”

Suowei’s hand falls away, and he glares down at his stiff, leaking cock.

“Fuck!” he cries. “Fuck.”

“Shh…” Chi Cheng soothes.

Suowei looks at him, completely at ease and lounging in his seat with a cigarette to his lips, not a hair out of place, watching Suowei as if he is his evening entertainment. How does this do it for you, Wu Suowei?

A beep comes from inside the car, the sound of the intercom being activated by the driver.

“Boss, there’s some construction ahead.”

Suowei’s face screws up in dismay at the thought of Chi Cheng leaving him like this for longer. Chi Cheng watches him suffer and takes a long drag from his cigarette.

He engages the intercom and answers, eyes still pinned to Suowei. “That’s ok. We can go around. I’m not in any rush.”

“Chi…!” Suowei slaps the bed in frustration, his toes flexing and legs shifting restlessly in an effort to keep control.

Suowei knew something like this would happen, didn’t he? He knew answering his call and bating Chi Cheng this way was playing with fire, and now he’s getting burned.

“Baby, it looks like you’ve got some extra time.” Chi Cheng’s voice is full of condescension, and it makes something hot burn inside Suowei. “Why don’t you play with your nipples for me?”

“I…” Suowei runs a hand over his sleep shirt, flustered.

“Take it off,” he hears.

He drops the arm holding up his phone and realizes his bicep is shaking with the effort. He looks around and thinks a minute before noticing the wooden slats above his bed. After some maneuvering, Suowei gets the phone balanced between a slat and the top of the bed so that he can use both arms.

He unbuttons his shirt and wiggles to get it over his shoulders and off, tossing it on the floor. He looks up at Chi Cheng, who now has a full view of his body from his head down to his thighs. It makes him feel abruptly vulnerable, and he shyly turns away from the camera.

“Stunning.”

Suowei looks back and sees Chi Cheng staring at him with dark eyes.

“Pink all over. So ready for me. Go ahead. I gave you a direction, didn’t I?”

Tentatively, face burning, Suowei uses two fingers on each hand to rub over his sensitive nipples. He grits his teeth against the sharp wave of pleasure that zips straight down to his cock.

“Pinch them.” Chi Cheng is firm, but Suowei can hear a slight tremor in his tone that gives away the fact that he isn’t as composed as he looks. That gives Suowei the confidence to roll both nipples between his fingers until his hips begin to twitch.

“Lick,” Chi Cheng orders. Then he demonstrates what he means by licking his thumb and pointer finger.

Suowei copies him with both hands and goes back to fondling himself, the wet fingers giving him an easier slide.

“Tug on them…that’s it.”

Suowei whines as he tugs at the hardened nubs. Each tiny sting of pain sends a pulse of pleasure to his cock.

“Look at you. Are you going to come from this?” Chi Cheng asks. “Are you so close that your pretty cock is going to explode without a touch just from you playing with your nipples?”

Suowei pinches harder and writhes. His eyes are wide open to stare at Chi Cheng, so he sees the moment when his mouth ticks up into a smirk as he watches back.

“You better not.”

Suowei cries out and drops his hands onto the bed with a swallowed, half-aborted sob. Humiliatingly, his cock spits out a dribble of pre-come at the command. The rumble of Chi Cheng’s laughter says that he saw it too, and Suowei grabs a pillow and hides his red face behind it.

The slamming of a car door makes him push the pillow aside. He sees Chi Cheng get out of the car. His steps are unhurried and leisurely, and he barely even looks up as he walks. His focus is completely on watching Suowei. The attention is electrifying. Suowei has spent months trying to get Chi Cheng’s eyes on him, and the rush of it still hasn’t faded.

He’d long ago stopped trying to figure out how Chi Cheng gets into the clinic after hours. It used to annoy him, but he’s grateful for it now. The door opens. He’s here.

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Suowei’s heart pounds in anticipation as he watches Chi Cheng stroll through the dark, empty clinic. On Suowei’s phone screen, all of the tables, chairs, and computers look like shadows looming around Chi Cheng.

Suowei fists both hands into the fabric of his ridiculously expensive blanket, now damp with his sweat, and takes a deep breath to calm his body. His hard cock stands at attention, red and dripping wet.

On the screen, Chi Cheng makes it to Suowei’s room. His lips curl into a dark smile, and he ends the call. A moment later, the door opens. Chi Cheng looks predatory and dangerous in his usual all black outfit.

Suowei reaches for his cock, but a sharp word from Chi Cheng stops him.

“Don’t.” Chi Cheng comes to stand beside the bed and stares hungrily down at Suowei, who feels very exposed, his hand still hovering close by.

“Does it hurt?” Chi Cheng asks.

Suowei blinks at him, not understanding. “Huh?”

“Is it throbbing?”

A wave of embarrassment hits Suowei, and he looks down at his cock, fingers twitching to wrap around it. Chi Cheng’s arrival momentarily pulled his attention, but now that he’s focused back on it, Suowei does feel it pulsing with his need to come.

“Yes,” he grits out, his hips shifting like they’re begging for something to fuck into.

“So sexy,” Chi Cheng answers.

“If it’s so sexy, then what are you waiting for?” Suowei says to snap the tension.

“I could have gotten you off three times already if you were at home like you were supposed to be. So now you can wait,” Chi Cheng says calmly.

He steps out of his shoes and lines them up neatly under Suowei’s bed. When he stands back up, he unhooks his cuffs. The buttons of his shirt are next, starting at the top. He doesn’t look away from Suowei once. Suowei feels like prey – like if Chi Cheng was one of his snakes, he’d be about to swallow Suowei whole. He stares back transfixed, paralyzed.

“Breathe,” Chi Cheng says.

Suowei is confused, but his body obeys. When he does, he gasps in relief, only then realizing that he’d been holding his breath.

He picks up the thread of their conversation and frowns.

“I’ve been waiting,” he replies. “If you’re not going to help me, I’ll do it!” He inches his hand closer as a threat.

Chi Cheng looks unconcerned. He says nothing. Just raises an eyebrow as he works his shirt off of his arms and discards it on the floor.

“I’m sure I can get myself off better than you can anyway!” Suowei taunts.

“Then why don’t you?” Chi Cheng rests an arm against the wooden panel on top of the bed and looms over Suowei. “Hmm? If you can do it so much better?”

“Because! I…you…” Suowei struggles to come up with an answer, even in his own mind. Why is he so willing to let another man treat him like this? Why does it turn him on so much? What does that say about him? Aish, what’s wrong with you, Da Wei? “It just…oh, fuck you,” he says, finally giving up, dropping his arm and turning away from Chi Cheng’s knowing grin.

A camera shutter makes him whip his head back around, and he sees Chi Cheng taking pictures of him on his phone.

“Hey, stop! What are you doing?” he demands. He tries to cover up, but he’s laying on top of the blanket, and his limbs refuse to cooperate.

Chi Cheng waves his phone. “To keep me company the next time you want to be ‘alone’,” he explains.

Suowei should make him delete the pictures. He should – but the thought of Chi Cheng pleasuring himself while looking at them, imagining Suowei when he isn’t there, is like a deep, satisfying scratch to an itch he didn’t even know he had.

“Why are you this way?” he laments instead.

“Because you like it,” Chi Cheng answers, staring pointedly at Suowei’s stiff erection.

Chi Cheng is so good looking that it’s disgusting. One of these days, Chi Cheng is going to shave off all his hair while he’s sleeping. Or maybe just those caterpillar eyebrows that are constantly judging him. See who’s handsome then.

“The body and the mind can like two different things,” Suowei says.

Chi Cheng makes a thoughtful noise in the back of his throat. He sits on the edge of the bed and strips Suowei of the sleep pants and underwear that he’d pushed down. Chi Cheng runs a hand slowly up the top of his foot.

“But your mind is what’s keeping you from touching yourself right now,” he points out.

The hand slips up Suowei’s ankle to his shin.

Suowei is going to vibrate right out of his body. He whimpers and his hands clench and unclench in the blankets.

“Is that what you want, Da Bao?” Chi Cheng asks, relentless. His deep voice shivers through Suowei as his fingers dance a slow circle around Suowei’s kneecap. “You want a hand to grip that pretty cock of yours nice and tight and stroke it until you finally get to come? Would that feel good?”

Without his permission, Suowei’s hand again shoots up to do just that. At the last second, he freezes, fingers centimeters from where he needs them. He changes course and throws his arm over his head, grabbing onto the headboard behind him.

“Fuck! Oh…oh pl…pl…”

Chi Cheng’s fingers trail along the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, making lazy, ticklish circles. Suowei barks out a forced laugh and tries to squirm away. Chi Cheng prevents him from moving, pressing down on his leg and keeping it open and vulnerable.

Suowei clenches his jaw and endures the unbearably light sensation of Chi Cheng’s fingertips, tiny chuffs of laughter sneaking out whenever Chi Cheng finds a particularly tender spot and lingers. Goosebumps erupt all over his body, and a fine tremor starts in his thighs from how hard Suowei locks his muscles. When an errant finger grazes his balls, Suowei’s cock twitches so hard even Chi Cheng looks surprised.

Intrigued, Chi Cheng’s wandering hand dips down to roll his balls and massage the skin right behind them. Suowei jolts like he’s been struck by lightning. The concentrated pleasure is so acute it borders on pain, and Suowei knows without a doubt that he’s about to come.

“Chi Cheng! Please!” he shouts, all shame overridden by the need for release.

Chi Cheng’s lips curve up. “Again,” he says.

He gives in without hesitation. “Please, please!”

“And will you ever leave without telling me?” he goes on.

Suowei shakes his head and stares at Chi Cheng with desperate eyes.

“Ahh! No, no, please...!” he begs.

Chi Cheng looks at him for a moment longer, prolonging Suowei’s suffering, and then bends down to kiss his shoulder.

“You’ve done well, Da Bao,” he says. “Go ahead.”

Instead of the light, teasing touches he’s given so far, Chi Cheng wraps a fist around Suowei’s cock and immediately sets a brutal rhythm. The sudden stimulation makes Suowei’s whole body arch and his eyes roll back.

“Yes!” he shouts, distantly very glad that Xiaoshuai isn’t at the clinic. “Oh…ohh!”

He fucks eagerly into the sweet relief of Chi Cheng’s fist and it only takes seconds to get him to that peak once again. His body locks up in anticipation when Chi Cheng keeps going, and finally the tension snaps, and Suowei comes so hard it feels like he’s flying. He comes and he comes, and Chi Cheng won’t let him stop, milking his cock until ropes of come coat Chi Cheng’s hand and Suowei’s chest. Just when he thinks it’s over, Chi Cheng gives him a tight squeeze from root to tip, coaxing one last, helpless tremor out of him, and a dribble of white fluid oozes down his shaft.

Suowei is barely conscious – barely alive really. He watches with blurry eyes as Chi Cheng undoes his pants and wraps his dripping hand over his own cock. He dives down to devour Suowei’s mouth, and he lets him, opening up to his lips and tongue. He’s only strong enough to lift one hand to Chi Cheng’s chest, but Chi Cheng doesn’t seem to mind. He’s focused on his own pleasure, plundering Suowei’s mouth and frantically stripping his cock.
He comes all over Suowei with a sigh, the warm fluid adding to the mess already covering him.

“Look at you,” Chi Cheng whispers when he’s done. He rubs their come into Suowei’s chest, expression so satisfied that Suowei rolls his eyes.

Chi Cheng stays there a minute, pushing the sweaty hair off of Suowei’s forehead with his clean hand.

“I’ll be right back,” he tells him and shuffles off the bed.

Suowei mumbles his agreement and drifts, half-asleep, until he returns. Chi Cheng gets his arm under Suowei and lifts him to rest against his chest. Suowei whines at the movement, but doesn’t put up a fight. A glass of water is brought to his lips, and Suowei drinks, throat soothed by the cool liquid.

“Done?” Chi Cheng asks when the glass is empty.

Suowei nods and Chi Cheng leans over to tuck the glass away somewhere on the ground. Chi Cheng wipes him down with a damp cloth and manages to wriggle the soiled blanket out from under Suowei’s body. Suowei watches it all through hazy, drooping eyes.

He’s jostled around a bit as Chi Cheng gets them both settled naked under the thin sheet. Immediately, he curls his body into Chi Cheng's chest and gets pulled in close, legs tangling and head tucked under Chi Cheng’s chin. Despite the hard mattress, Suowei has never felt more comfortable and safe in his life. He feels like he’s floating.

He looks up and sees Chi Cheng with his eyes closed, a small smile on his face. So handsome. Suowei sticks his tongue out petulantly and grumbles, “I’m going to shave off your eyebrows.”

Chi Cheng doesn’t argue or even question that. He gives an affirmative grunt without opening his eyes.

“And all your hair.”

“Whatever my Da Bao wants,” he says.

Not for the first time, Suowei thinks about how crazy his life has become. Who would have guessed all those months ago when he hatched this plan that it would end like this, with Suowei under Chi Cheng and Yue Yue a distant memory?

“What did your parents want?” he asks, pushing that thought away.

“They tried to set me up with the daughter of one of my father’s past business partners,” Chi Cheng tells him.

Suowei freezes, his heart dropping. Chi Cheng must feel it, because he pulls back to look at him. “Nothing happened. She wasn’t even interested.”

Suowei bristles. “So if she was interested, you would have gone for it?”

Chi Cheng’s eyes widened. “Of course not.”

Suowei gets an image of Chi Cheng doing what they just did with some beautiful heiress, coming on her breasts and then holding her close. The spike of pure possessiveness flicks something dark inside of him.

On impulse, he reaches down and grabs hold of Chi Cheng’s soft cock, making Chi Cheng jump.

“This is mine,” Suowei declares.

Chi Cheng looks amused. “Oh?”

“Yes,” he says. “No one else gets it but me. If I find out differently, I’ll cut it off. Do you understand?”

Chi Cheng is quiet for a moment and then he presses a kiss to the top of Suowei’s head. “I understand,” he agrees. “I belong to Da Bao.”

Suowei’s heart gives a hard, painful thump and he feels himself flush.

“I didn’t…say all that,” he mumbles nervously.

“No?” Chi Cheng asks. “My mistake. So it’s just this that belongs to you then?” He puts Suowei’s hand back on his cock and rotates his hips. “You know, if you’re going to keep it all to yourself, you might as well get all the uses out of it.”

Aish, this again. You brought this on yourself, Da Wei. He releases both hands under his chin and burrows his face into Chi Cheng’s neck, hiding away.

“It…” he starts.

“Hmm?”

“It looks like it hurts,” he admits. “I don’t think it will fit, it's too big! How long would it take to get all of that…inside of me?”

Chi Cheng lets out a pained groan. Suowei peeks up at him, afraid that he’s annoyed. Instead, he’s staring at Suowei like he wants to eat him alive. Suowei should have known.

“Tell me more about how big it is, Da Bao.” His voice rumbles like thunder, and he licks his bottom lip. “And how long it will take.”

“Pervert!” Suowei says and pretends to struggle against his hold. “I can’t talk to you about this.”

Chi Cheng laughs quietly and tightens his arms around him. “Ok, ok. When you say that you did ‘research’, did you only watch porn?”

“What else was I supposed to do?” Suowei asks.

Instead of answering, Chi Cheng reaches up and grabs Suowei’s phone from where he’d balanced it in the wooden slats of the bed frame. He angles it at Suowei’s face to open it and then turns over and away from him before Suowei’s brain comes online to react.

Once he realizes what Chi Cheng is doing, he scrambles to climb over his back to get the phone.

“Don’t!” he shouts, but Chi Cheng just holds the phone away from Suowei and navigates to the video he’d been watching when Chi Cheng called.

“He makes me beg for his cock,” Chi Cheng reads.

Suowei groans in embarrassed horror and throws the blanket over his head to hide. The rhythmic sounds of fucking and grunting pour out of the speaker. Suowei has never wanted to disappear more in his entire life.

“So this is what had you so excited when I called,” Chi Cheng says.

“It was research!” Suowei’s voice is muffled.

“Were you imagining yourself on the top or the bottom?”

“I wasn’t imagining anything!”

“I won’t turn this off until you tell me,” Chi Cheng threatens.

Suowei pops out of the sheets and makes another grab for the phone. Chi Cheng evades him again, this time holding it above their heads so that they can both see the bigger man grabbing the smaller man by the hair as he pounds into him.

“Is that something you like, because – ” Chi Cheng starts, but Suowei interrupts him.

“The bottom! The bottom, ok?” he shouts. Chi Cheng finally lets him have the phone back, and he hastily shuts it off, turns onto his stomach and hides his head under his arms.

“Da Bao,” Chi Cheng says, the name shaking with laughter.

“Don’t talk to me!”

Chi Cheng takes advantage of his position to lavish kisses on the exposed nape of Suowei’s neck in the way he knows gets Suowei every time.

His mouth brushes Suowei’s ear and he whispers, “What was your favorite part? Hmm? What got you hard? We can do it right now.”

Mortifyingly, the soft breath coasting over his ear and the kisses send tingles all the way down his back and to his cock. Not the time! he shouts at it in his mind. His hips shift enough to catch Chi Cheng’s attention.

“Are you having a problem?” he asks teasingly. The kisses stop, and they’re replaced with Chi Cheng’s fingers scratching into the short hairs in a way that’s soothing instead of arousing.

“You’re cheating,” Suowei mumbles, but still allows Chi Cheng to return him to his spot against Chi Cheng’s chest.

The gentle scritching of his blunt nails in Suowei’s hair nearly puts him to sleep when Chi Cheng finally asks, “You think I’m just going to jam it in like they do in those videos, don’t you?”

That is what Suowei thought. Is that not how it works? “Yes?”

“Oh, Da Bao,” he says. “You’re such an idiot.”

Suowei’s head pops up and he glares at him. “Hey!”

“Did that ‘master’ of yours tell you nothing? Useless.”

“He gave me this,” Suowei says, digging around under his pillow to produce the tube of slick.

The dark look is back on Chi Cheng’s face. Seriously, does his horniness have an off switch? How does he ever get anything done?

“And what have you done with this?” Chi Cheng asks.

“I…well…I use it when I…” He gestures down to where his soft cock lies beneath the sheets.

“It helps when you’re fucking,” Chi Cheng explains. That makes sense, but a little wetness isn’t going to fix the main problem. Chi Cheng goes on. “You also start with other things first.”

“Other things?” Suowei repeats apprehensively, his imagination running wild.

“Like my fingers or…” he pauses and then shakes his head, deciding something. “Let’s start with fingers.”

“Wha…” Suowei stares. “Fingers…inside…? That’s disgusting!”

“You won’t be the one doing it.”

“But it will be my butt!” Suowei shrieks.

Chi Cheng grins fondly at him and pinches his cheek. “Why are you so cute?”

Suowei bats his hand away. “Aish! Who’s cute? I’m serious!”

“It’s to stretch you out so it doesn’t hurt as much when I use my cock. And to feel good,” Chi Cheng explains.

“How exactly does that feel good?” Suowei asks. He holds his hand in front of Chi Cheng’s face and wiggles his pointer finger. “How?”

Chi Cheng lets his own hand slide down Suowei’s back to his ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “There’s something inside that feels good when you rub on it.”

Suowei squints at him skeptically. That sounds like a lie to trick him into doing it. “Really?”

“Yes, really. Ask the doctor if you don’t believe me. Or look it up on your phone.”

Suowei isn’t opening his phone anywhere near Chi Cheng any time soon.

“I’ll make it so good for you, Da Bao. I promise,” Chi Cheng says. Fingers dip between Suowei’s cheeks and he shivers at the new sensation.

He bites his lip, wavering. Is there really a way for him to enjoy it too? Chi Cheng must notice his change in expression, because he goes in for the kill. “Tomorrow. Give me 10 minutes using just my fingers. If you don’t like it, I won’t ever bring it up again.”

Suowei perks up. “Really? Never?”

“Never.”

He wags his finger in Chi Cheng’s face. “Only 10 minutes! I want to set a timer,” Suowei declares. “I don’t trust you.”

“Fine with me.”

“Good. Tomorrow,” he says. “But when I tell you I don’t like it, that’s the end of it!”

He needs to endure it for 10 minutes and then this whole problem will be behind him. He can handle 10 minutes.

Chapter Text

The next morning, it’s easy to get Chi Cheng to leave the clinic. Suspiciously easy, in fact. He kisses Suowei once and actually stops on his own. Suowei doesn’t have to turn his head away or push him off or anything.

He tries not to be put out. It’s just…they have a certain way that things work between them, and Chi Cheng chastely kissing Suowei, without even slipping in any tongue, is weird, that’s all.

“7 o’clock. I’ll be waiting,” Chi Cheng tells him as he backs away with a smirk.

Suowei hums his agreement. “I look forward to you never bothering me about this again.”

“We’ll see,” Chi Cheng responds. “Oh, and Da Bao? Shower before you come. Thoroughly.”

Wu Suowei makes a disgusted face at the implications of that, and Chi Cheng chuckles. He might as well be whistling as he walks out, that's how pleased he is with himself.

Jiang Xiaoshuai arrives at the clinic while Suowei eats breakfast. He doesn’t say where he was all night, but the dark red bruises on his neck are a clue. Suowei thinks about teasing him, but decides that he has more important things to discuss.

He grabs Xiaoshuai’s arm and hauls him up to the roof, Xiaoshuai complaining all the way.

“Hey, what are you doing? I’m hungry!” he shouts.

“Later.”

Wu Suowei marches them both to the table and pushes him down into a chair. He notes the suspiciously careful way that Xiaoshuai eases into the seat with a raised eyebrow. He is indeed the right person to ask about this.

Xiaoshuai straightens his glasses on his face and glares at him.

“What?” he demands.

“Master,” Suowei leans forward and Xiaoshuai mirrors him, curious. “Is there something inside…” He stumbles over the words. “...back there…that makes it feel good?”

Xiaoshuai blinks at him. “Inside…back there?”

“My ass!” Suowei shouts and then frantically looks around.

Xiaoshuai slumps in his chair. “Da Wei, I got two hours of sleep last night, and I’m starving. Can you please tell me clearly?”

“And what were you doing all ni–” Suowei stops himself mid-sentence. “No, not the time.”

He takes a deep breath and focuses his gaze somewhere over Xiaoshuai’s shoulder to avoid eye contact. “Last night. Chi Cheng told me that inside of…” He pauses and then mouths the words my ass before continuing, “...there…is something that feels good when you rub it.”

“Your prostate?” Xiaoshuai asks, squinting at him against the early morning sun.

Suowei shrugs. “I don’t know if it has a name.” He stops and thinks, confused. “Wait, that thing that gives old men cancer?”

“Gives…?” Xiaoshuai stares at him with an open mouth. “Da Wei, you’ve never been to a single biology class in your life, have you? Prostates don’t give you prostate cancer, just like your kidneys don’t give you kidney cancer.”

Suowei doesn’t want to get derailed with an anatomy lesson, so he raises his hands in apology. “Ok, ok. So is that it? Is he telling the truth?”

Xiaoshuai nods. “Yes.”

Huh. Suowei really thought that was a bluff from Chi Cheng.

“And does that make it feel good to be on the bottom?” he pushes.

“For some people.”

Suowei gestures at Xiaoshuai. “What about when you did it last night? Did you like it?”

Xiaoshuai’s eyes widen behind his glasses. “Wha – aish, this kid,” he mumbles. “Yes, I liked it, ok?” His face is bright red.

Suowei drums his fingers on the table and thinks. Xiaoshuai is about the same size as he is, so if he can do it…

But Xiaoshuai is gay and he’s not, so maybe that’s the difference. Still…

“Are we done?” Xiaoshuai asks, interrupting his thoughts.

“No, wait! One more thing,” Suowei says. “Is it normal for someone to use their finger to…to…you know…”

Xiaoshuai cuts off his babbling, ending his agony. “I know. And yes, people do use fingers or toys for preparation before actually fucking.” He tilts his head and studies Suowei. “Why are you asking this? Are you interested?”

“Interested? Ha!” Suowei slaps a hand to his chest proudly. “I’ve figured out a way to stop Chi Cheng from pestering me about being a bottom once and for all.”

Xiaoshuai looks wide awake for the first time. “You’ve figured out a way to make Chi Cheng stop wanting to fuck you? Is it a lobotomy?”

“I didn’t say I would make him stop wanting to fuck me. I said I would make him stop pestering me about it,” Wu Suowei corrects. “The opportunity fell right into my lap last night! Chi Cheng promised me that if I let him use his finger to…” He coughed pointedly. “...tonight for 10 minutes, he would never bring up fucking me again. Can you believe that? Only 10 minutes! It won’t be fun, but I can endure anything for 10 minutes!”

Wu Suowei stares at Xiaoshuai, waiting for him to compliment his cleverness. Xiaoshuai stares back, frozen, for several seconds. His lips begin to twitch, then he lets out an undignified snort, and suddenly he’s laughing hysterically, his arms around his stomach.

Suowei frowns, offended. “Hey, why are you laughing? It’s a good plan!”

Xiaoshuai laughs harder. He’s bent over double in his chair, his head on his knees.

“What’s so funny?” Suowei demands.

Xiaoshuai finally calms down and straightens with a grin.

“Ah, Da Wei. You really are a sheep who thinks he’s a wolf,” he says.

“What do you mean?” Suowei feels apprehension slither down his back. “How bad will it be?”

Xiaoshuai shakes his head and puts his hands on Suowei’s shoulders. “Not bad. Don’t you know Chi Cheng’s reputation? He doesn’t have men begging to go home with him because they want to see his snakes. Or, well, maybe one snake in particular.” He wiggles his eyebrows and laughs at his own joke.

“You think I’ll give in?” Suowei responds incredulously. “No way!”

“Da Wei, let me get a good look at you,” Xiaoshuai says, making a show of turning Suowei from one side to the other. “Today you’ll leave a boy, and tomorrow you’ll return a man. Assuming Chi Cheng lets you go.”

He gives Suowei’s shoulders a final pat and then stands up, yawning. “I’m eating breakfast now.”

As he walks away, Suowei hears him chuckling to himself, saying, “I can endure anything for 10 minutes!”

Suowei crosses his arms over his chest. He’ll show him.

***

Suowei punches in the code to the door with a secret smile. Chi Cheng changed it to Suowei’s birthday last week, and he refuses to admit how much that pleases him.

He opens the door and gets as far as taking off his shoes before he’s slammed against the wall. Chi Cheng sticks a knee between Suowei’s legs and forces them apart while devouring his mouth as if they hadn’t seen each other less than twelve hours ago.

His tongue plunders his mouth, and Suowei wraps his arms around Chi Cheng’s shoulders and holds on. They make the familiar trip through the house to the bedroom, and Suowei bounces on the soft mattress with Chi Cheng climbing on top of him.

He takes the moments as Chi Cheng removes his shirt to catch his breath. He lifts his arms obligingly when Chi Cheng removes his tank top as well. Chi Cheng goes to kiss him again, and Suowei turns his head.

“Timer?” he says.

Chi Cheng groans and climbs over him to get to his phone on the nightstand. He presses a few buttons before showing Suowei a ten minute timer.

“I’ll start it when we’re ready,” he says, tossing it on the mattress. His fingers pluck at Suowei's nipples, while his mouth moves from biting at Suowei's lips to trailing down his neck and chest.
He’s bent his leg so that his thigh is right where Suowei needs it, giving him something firm and unyielding to rut against.

Suowei considers arguing that they didn’t say Chi Cheng could do all this in their agreement last night. The stinging pinch and release of his nipples feels so good that he threads both of his hands into Chi Cheng’s hair and holds on instead.

He lifts his hips to let Chi Cheng pull off his shorts and underwear. When Chi Cheng slowly unbuckles his belt and slides it out of the loops, Suowei sees where this is going. He shifts to try and escape, but Chi Cheng captures both of his wrists in one hand and loops the belt around it with the other. Somehow he secures it to the headboard, and Suowei is caught.

“Who said you could tie me up!” he demands.

Chi Cheng shakes his head. “Why did you buy me this belt if you didn’t want me to use it?”

“I bought it for your pants, not so you can be a pervert!” Suowei’s ears heat at the insinuation that he’d gotten Chi Cheng the belt for this purpose.

“Ah, Da Bao.” Chi Cheng is naked too. He climbs on top of Suowei and sits on his thighs, looking at him darkly. “I love when you tell me how much you hate something while your cock still drips for it.” He flicks a finger against the head of Suowei’s mostly hard cock, making him flinch.

“That’s not why…ah!” Another flick. He flinches again and realizes that he can’t move at all with Chi Cheng sitting on him. The thought gets his cock even harder. He clears his throat and avoids Chi Cheng’s knowing gaze. He says, “Aren’t I here for something? Let’s get this over with.”

Chi Cheng continues to stare at him, clearly enjoying his discomfort. Then he grins. “You’re right.”

He shifts off of Suowei and takes one of the many pillows from the head of the bed. “Up,” he orders. Suowei complies, planting his feet and lifting his hips off the bed. The thick pillow is placed beneath his lower back, and he settles into it.

“Knees bent. Come on.” When Suowei isn’t fast enough for him, Chi Cheng grabs Suowei’s ankles, spreads them wide, and shoves until they hit the back of his bare thighs. “Stay.”

Chi Cheng has a tube of slick that he pulled from somewhere and he twists off the cap. Suowei’s heart slams inside of his chest, all of his nervousness finally overtaking his bravado as he watches Chi Cheng collect clear, thick fluid in his hand. He’s on display for Chi Cheng’s hungry gaze in a way he’s never been before. It’s scary and exciting and makes his whole body hot.

“T…timer,” he stammers as Chi Cheng rubs his fingers together.

“Of course, Da Bao. Thank you for your diligence,” Chi Cheng says formally. He holds up the phone and presses start on the timer. Suowei’s heart jumps as the numbers begin counting down.

Chi Cheng doesn’t go right in for the kill like Suowei is expecting. He only has 10 minutes after all. Instead, he wraps his arm around Suowei’s leg and starts kissing up the inside of his thigh. He reaches Suowei’s cock and shocks him by taking it down his throat in one long, warm, tight slide.

Suowei keens and tries to buck into it, but Chi Cheng’s arm locks around his waist and holds him down. It’s only when Suowei is floating from Chi Cheng’s mouth that he feels a wet finger press between his cheeks.

He instinctively tries to avoid it, but he’s still held in place. Chi Cheng swallows around him as the finger brushes over his hole.

“How…how much more time?” Suowei asks.

Chi Cheng slurps obscenely as he comes off Suowei’s cock. He picks up the phone and shows it to Suowei. 8:57.

“Fuck…” Suowei moans.

“Deep breath, Wei Wei,” Chi Cheng says. He waits until Suowei follows the direction and his mouth and finger both return. This time, he pushes the tip inside for a moment so that Suowei can feel the stretch.

It hurts. Not as badly as he thought it would, and it is more discomfort than actual pain, but it’s enough that his cock starts to soften despite still being swallowed by Chi Cheng.

Suowei grimaces and takes another breath as the finger pushes in again up to the second knuckle. It sucks, and Suowei thinks that at least after this he will be able to tell Xiaoshuai that he was wrong about him.

The finger doesn’t come out this time. Instead, Chi Cheng starts a rhythm, pulling almost out and sliding back in. Soon the stretch doesn’t burn anymore, but it’s by no means pleasant.

Chi Cheng’s mouth slides off his cock, now only half-hard and flagging. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Remember I told you about that spot inside of you?” he asks.

Suowei nods, thinking to himself that maybe it’s something only gay guys have in there, because he can’t imagine ever enjoying this. Chi Cheng must see the skepticism on his face, because he smirks.

“Another deep breath, Da Bao,” he says.

The finger bends in a new way, and…Suowei wouldn’t say it feels good. He bites his bottom lip and tilts his head as he tries to understand. It’s a tingly pressure that almost feels like he has to pee.

“You need to rub it, like I told you.”

Chi Cheng’s finger continues the same in and out rhythm as before, but now every time he pushes it in, he curls it to hit that spot. The pressure doesn’t stop, but the tingles grow, sending little sparks through him whenever Chi Cheng hits it just right.

“You’ve got goosebumps, Da Bao.”

Suowei blinks open eyes he didn’t even know he closed. The first thing he focuses on is Chi Cheng’s predatory expression, eyes dark, lips curved. The next thing is that he can feel the hairs on his arms and legs standing up and goosebumps all over his body.

“Oh,” he gasps.

“Oh,” Chi Cheng repeats mockingly. He pushes in once more and instead of the fleeting touches to that spot, his finger stays there to press and rub without stopping.

“OH!” Suowei shouts now, his eyes widening. He pulls against the restraints holding him. The pain from the stretch is almost completely gone, and he’s left with the wave of continuous tingles Chi Cheng causes just by massaging that spot with the pad of his finger.

“Look what’s returned.”

With his free hand, Chi Cheng fists Suowei’s cock, which is stiff once again. He radiates so much smugness, it could probably light up all of Shanghai. Suowei hates him so much.

“Just…just…be…because…” Suowei trails off, unable to think of anything to say.

“Hmm?” Chi Cheng asks, leaning forward as if to hear him better with a smile on his face that borders on sadistic. The palpitations of his finger inside Suowei speed up, along with the stroking of his cock, and Suowei melts into the mattress with an agonized groan. “Ready for two now?”

He doesn’t give Suowei time to answer. Both of his hands are gone, and Suowei whines at the loss. Moments later, two fingers push into his hole. The stretch is so much more with two, but so is the pleasure. Chi Cheng crooks his fingers and targets his prostate again. The pressure feels deeper with two, more satisfying and urgent. Suowei’s hips bear down for more.

Chi Cheng snickers. “Oh yeah, baby? You gonna ride my fingers? Go ahead. Chase it,” he urges. The hand on Suowei’s cock strokes in perfect counterpoint to the fingers inside of him.

Suowei tugs at the belt holding him. Not to get out, but because he likes the tight squeeze around his wrists.

“Fu-uck, Chi…Chi Cheng. Fuck! I’m going to come!”

“You better hurry then,” Chi Cheng says.

Suowei lifts his head and looks at him. “What?”

“You only have 10 more seconds,” he answers. “9, 8, 7…”

Suowei doesn’t understand what’s happening, but knows what that countdown means. He speeds up his hips and fucks into the tight channel of Chi Cheng’s fist desperately. He’s so close, but he can’t get there. He can’t…

“4, 3, 2…”

“No!”

“1.”

Chi Cheng removes his hands from his body and Suowei is left aching and empty, his hard cock flushed an angry red. His ears ring. No, wait, it’s not his ears ringing. It’s…

“Times up,” Chi Cheng says, waving his phone at Suowei, the blaring alarm and blinking row of zeroes mocking him.

He reclines beside Suowei and grabs his pack of cigarettes and his lighter. He lights one and takes a long drag.

“Not a second over ten minutes, as promised,” he says.

Suowei’s head is empty, his whole body taut. He can’t think.

“Chi Cheng…” he croaks out.

“Yes?” he says. His free hand wraps around his own hard cock, and he exhales a soft moan along with a trail of smoke from his cigarette. “Tell me.”

His eyes roam over Suowei’s vulnerable body, clearly enjoying his distress. As Suowei watches him, he remembers Xiaoshuai’s words from that morning. You really are a sheep who thinks he’s a wolf.

It was a trap, and Suowei walked right into it.

“Please, please…” he whispers.

“Mmm, did you like that, Da Bao?”

“Ye..es …” Suowei’s eyes catch on Chi Cheng’s hand stroking his cock, giving himself the relief that Suowei needs. Without thinking, his hips move, matching the rhythm of Chi Cheng’s own. Suowei wants that hand to be on him so badly he can almost feel its phantom touch.

“Do you want it again?”

“Yes…”

Chi Cheng’s hand speeds up, along with Suowei’s hips. His imagination is good enough and he’s desperate enough that it might work.

“Do you need it?”

Suowei whimpers as Chi Cheng’s thumb glides around the wet head of his cock just the way Suowei likes it. Suowei’s own cock twitches in sympathy, a pathetic dribble of precome sliding down the shaft.

“Yes.”

“What do you need, Da Bao?” Chi Cheng asks. His hand is a blur, or maybe it’s the sweat in Suowei’s eyes as he eagerly tracks the movement. “Tell me. Tell me.”

Without warning, Chi Cheng’s hand stops and he grips the base of his cock tightly. The illusion shatters, and Suowei cries out in dismay. His hips continue to thrust uselessly into nothing, spurred on by Chi Cheng’s condescending laughter.

“Cute,” Chi Cheng says as he watches him struggle.

Suowei is so empty. He’s so desperate. He breaks.

His breath catches on a sob, and tears spill down his cheeks. Chi Cheng puts his cigarette out in the ashtray and leans over to wipe the wetness away with his thumbs.

“You look beautiful when you cry,” he tells Suowei.

Suowei turns watery eyes up at him. “Please, please.”

“Please what, baby?”

He takes a deep breath and licks his dry lips. “Please fuck me.”

“Of course. All you had to do was ask.”

Chapter Text

Chi Cheng surprises Suowei by reaching up and freeing his arms. Suowei immediately tries to grab his cock, but Chi Cheng tsks and catches him before he can.

“Behave.”

Chi Cheng uses his thumbs to massage Suowei’s wrists. It loosens the tension in them from straining against the bonds.

“Shh, you’re ok,” Chi Cheng says as he works.

Suowei blinks and realizes he’s still crying, tears dripping sluggishly down his face. He turns his head and uses his shoulder blade to wipe them away. Chi Cheng finishes with a kiss to the back of each of Suowei’s hands.

“Turn over. On your hands and knees,” he says.

Suowei’s feels like a newborn fawn as he tries to maneuver his legs up and under himself. Chi Cheng helps, and eventually Suowei lies with one cheek smooshed against a pillow, balanced on his forearms, with his ass in the air. Though his cock is no longer a stray touch away from exploding, it still bobs, red and angry, between his legs. It’s humiliating, and Suowei can feel how flushed he’s getting from the embarrassment.

Chi Cheng rubs a hand soothingly over his lower back, and Suowei feels his looming presence as he bends down to speak close to his ear.

“Should I get you off first with my fingers, hmm? Since you like it so much, and you’ve done so well?” he asks.

Suowei nods frantically against the pillow. “Yes, please, please, do it.”

He’s so wound up that the sound of the cap opening on the tube of slick makes his body jerk. It’s a few seconds where Suowei stares unseeing into the bedsheets, and then the slippery feeling of those two fingers between his cheeks returns.

Suowei didn’t consider the change in angle of this new position, or that Chi Cheng now has gravity on his side, until he feels how deep and precise Chi Cheng’s fingers sink with barely any resistance. With his free hand, Chi Cheng holds Suowei’s waist steady and hits that spot dead on. He tickles it with his fingertips just long enough to get Suowei writhing, and then stops being gentle. His fingers leave and when they come back, there’s three of them.

Suowei screams and nearly loses his balance, eyes rolling back at the impossible stretch. Chi Cheng targets his prostate like a hammer with a nail. His fingers pump in to the hilt and then out relentlessly, moving with the wild motions of Suowei’s body.

“Jerk yourself,” Chi Cheng orders. Suowei is so out of it, the command fails to register. “Da Bao,” Chi Cheng says more firmly, “stroke that little cock of yours.”

The loss of the arm holding him up means that he tilts to the side, all his weight on one shoulder, but that doesn’t even slow him down.

Suowei can’t remember anything that has ever felt as good as his hand wrapping around his cock in this moment. The relief is overwhelming, almost euphoric.

He finds himself muttering, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” as he strokes off desperately.

Chi Cheng doesn’t stop his aggressive attack on Suowei’s prostate, rhythm never wavering.

“I can’t believe you thought you wouldn’t like this,” Chi Cheng says with a mean laugh. “I’ve never seen a hole so eager to suck in my fingers. You were made for this. Say it. Say you were made for this.”

“I…” Suowei says, choking on the words, and keening when Chi Cheng hits that spot just right. “I was made for this!”

“Good.” The word comes out with so much satisfaction it’s practically dripping in honey. “Now show me by making that little cock come.”

A sane and cognizant Suowei would have had words to say about Chi Cheng calling his cock “little.” But in his mindless chasing of pleasure, he doesn’t notice.

His face contorts with the effort it takes to keep stroking with his body weight bearing down on that shoulder. He grits his teeth and wills the peak to come. It’s building, simmering beneath his skin, but the pain of the stretch and the awkwardness of his position is keeping it just out of reach.

“Did you hear me, Da Bao? Where is it?”

“I’m…ohh…I’m almost…”

“Almost isn’t good enough,” Chi Cheng snaps. “Do I need to count down again?”

“No!” Suowei wails. His heart sinks at the thought of Chi Cheng once again stealing this away from him. He speeds up.

“Well?” Chi Cheng demands. His hand is brutal in its efficiency, buried deep inside of Suowei and lighting up his nervous system like a Christmas tree.

“I…please…I just need…”

He jerks his hips, and when he does, the head of his cock rubs against the damp sheets. The sensation sends lightning up his spine.

“5.”

Suowei chokes, his eyes slamming shut. He gives up on dignity and ruts into the mattress.

“4. 3.”

That deep, heavy feeling that Chi Cheng’s clever fingers have been building inside of him coalesces.

“2.”

His body tightens and time seems to stop for a moment before slamming back in, and Suowei explodes. Fireworks go off behind his eyelids, and he bites down on the pillowcase under him. His body spasms beyond his control as he comes. His hand falls off his cock, and he’s left fucking down into the bed sheets and up into Chi Cheng’s hand as he breathlessly rides it out.

Sometime – who knows how long – later, Suowei finds himself wiped down and laying on top of Chi Cheng, his body positioned to avoid Chi Cheng’s heavy erection. Chi Cheng’s big hands rub his back as he kisses down Suowei’s neck. He’s saying something, but Suowei ignores it in favor of just enjoying the rumble of his voice.

“...so sexy, you know that?” Suowei’s mind eventually translates when it comes online again. “No one has ever turned me on as much as you.”

Suowei decides that’s worth paying attention to. He tips his head up for a kiss, which Chi Cheng freely gives.

“Welcome back,” Chi Cheng says.

“Mm,” Suowei answers. His tongue feels too big for his mouth, but he manages to push out, “Why didn’t you…?”

“You passed out,” Chi Cheng explains. “When I fuck you for the first time, you’re going to be awake to feel it. Besides, I’m not as desperate as you are.”

Suowei hits his side and glares. “I’m not desperate, you tricked me.”

Chi Cheng laughs and wraps his arms around Suowei’s waist. “How did I trick you? I followed our deal perfectly.”

Suowei hides his face in Chi Cheng’s neck and huffs. “You know how,” he mutters.

“How? By making you so hard you cried?” he asks.

Suowei pinches him.

“Ow!” Chi Cheng yelps. “Was that not how? Then was it when I fingered you until you begged to be fucked?”

“Don’t say it like that!”

“Ok, Ok, I’ll stop,” Chi Cheng relents. They stay quiet for a while, long enough that Suowei almost drifts off to sleep again. Chi Cheng ends the silence when he takes Suowei’s face in his hands and meets his eyes.

“It was good?” he asks.

Suowei grumbles for a bit, but he nods. Chi Cheng smiles one of his real smiles, free of any of his earlier smugness or condescension.

“You liked it?”

Another nod.

“All of it?”

Suowei glares and nods again.

“Even – “

Suowei cuts him off with a hand over his mouth. “Yes, all of it. Please shut up.”

Chi Cheng peels Suowei’s hand off his mouth. He kisses the back of it and returns Suowei’s arm gently onto the bed.

“There’s still one more thing left to try,” he says.

Suowei rolls his eyes. “As if you’d let me forget.” He pauses and then says, “I don’t think I can move right now.”

With a roll, Chi Cheng gets Suowei off of his body and face down on the bed. “Just lie there for now. There’s something I need to do first anyway.”

“Oh?” Suowei rests his head on his arms and looks over his shoulder. “And what’s that? Paperwork to finish? Phone calls to make?”

In answer, Chi Cheng drags a hand down Suowei’s back to settle on his ass. “For months you haven’t let me touch you here. Do you know what you’ve done, Da Bao? You’ve created a monster.”

The smack to Suowei’s right ass cheek is more sound than fury, as if Chi Cheng is testing the bounce. A similar smack to the left cheek follows. Then he grabs twin handfuls and kneads his fingers into the fat of Suowei’s ass, letting loose a long, agonized groan. From his position on the bed, Suowei can see Chi Cheng’s reflection in the glass of the snake tanks lining his walls. He may sound like he’s dying, but he looks like a starving man who has just been handed his favorite meal.

As if to prove his point, Chi Cheng lowers his head and bites down on the meatiest part of Suowei’s ass. Suowei flinches as Chi Cheng stretches the skin taut with his teeth before releasing it.

“You’re such a freak,” Suowei says.

“Mm,” Chi Cheng agrees as he finds another spot to nip.

Suowei shakes his head and closes his eyes, letting him go to town. The bites cause momentary stings of pain, but Chi Cheng alternates them with sucking kisses that actually feel really nice. The squeezing is basically a massage. Suowei rotates his hips against the bed. The stimulation on his soft cock is pleasant but not arousing. All in all, Suowei decides he doesn’t mind this and stays pliant and relaxed.

That is until Chi Cheng kneads over the red marks he’s made and accidentally digs his thumbs into the creases of both legs where Suowei's thighs meet his ass. Suowei howls with ticklishness and nearly kicks Chi Cheng off of the bed with the strength of his sudden, hysterical laughter.

Chi Cheng looks intrigued at his reaction. “Your thighs are so ticklish.” He licks his lips, swallows audibly, and adds, “I noticed that yesterday too.”

Suowei feels dread creep down his spine, even as heat fills his stomach. He points a finger at him and says, “Don’t even think about it.”

Chi Cheng nods like he agrees, and then says, “Not today.”

“Not ever!”

Chi Cheng smirks. “We’ll see.”

Suowei is so glad that he’s on his stomach, because Chi Cheng does not need to know those words and that look is what made his cock show its first sign of life since he came earlier.

The shutter sound of a camera clicks. Suowei isn’t even surprised anymore.

“Chi Cheng,” he says, resigned, “listen to me well. If anyone else ever sees that picture, I will kill you!”

Chi Cheng actually growls in response, grabbing the back of Suowei’s knees and pushing until he’s raised up on all fours.

“I would never,” he says. “I’m the only one who’s ever touched you here, and the only one who ever will. No one gets this ass but me.”

Being with Chi Cheng must have rewired his brain somehow. The greedy possession in the statement sends a thrill through him, and Suowei can’t stop himself from poking the bear. Mostly he wants to bring Chi Cheng down a peg or two, but there’s also a small, persistent need to provoke him.

“Why do you assume you’re the only one who’s ever touched there?” he asks.

There’s a long pause and then Chi Cheng grips his ass so hard, Suowei knows there will be fingertip-shaped bruises.

“Explain,” he says.

“Chi Cheng, I’ve had girlfriends before. Do you think I’ve never had sex? That no one has ever touched me naked before you?”

The anticipation to see what those words will do to Chi Cheng makes his cock give another hopeful twitch. Suowei runs light fingers over it and waits.

“How many?” Chi Cheng demands. His next bite hurts, and Suowei’s mouth drops open as he starts to pant quietly.

“Why do you want to know? How many people have you fucked, huh?” Suowei volleys back.

“None that mattered,” Chi Cheng replies.

Smooth, so smooth, Chi Cheng.

“Then I have the same answer. None that mattered.”

“Da Bao,” he says, a dark warning in the low timber of his voice.

Suowei grins. “Plenty,” he lies. “In fact, there was this one girl with a cute, short haircut and the biggest – ”

A sharp smack to the top of his ass interrupts him, and Suowei lets out a breathless laugh.

“Da Bao, are you trying to make me mad?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Suowei admits easily. “Is it working?”

Chi Cheng responds by grabbing the back of Suowei’s neck and pushing his face into the pillow.

“Break’s over,” he says. He puts his hands back on both of Suowei’s ass cheeks and spreads them wide. Suowei expects Chi Cheng’s cock, but instead there’s a soft wetness. Startled, Suowei looks at their reflection and sees Chi Cheng’s face buried in his ass. That’s his tongue lapping over Suowei’s hole.

“What the…!" Suowei cries.

Chi Cheng doesn’t push inside. He licks over his hole, making it wet and soothing the irritated skin at the same time. A finger joins, rubbing at his entrance like it’s asking for permission.

Instead of the touch filling him with dread, this time Suowei arches into it.

“So easy for it already, Da Bao,” Chi Cheng taunts.

The finger dips in and out quickly, and then Suowei hears the squirt of the lube and the unmistakable sound of a wet fist stroking a cock. The first press of the head against Suowei’s entrance is a threat and a revelation all at once. It pops inside and Suowei whines, hands gripping the sheets for purchase.

“Go…go slow,” he says. The stretch is unbearable, impossible. How will it fit?

Chi Cheng’s hips twitch and more of him pushes in thick and hard.

“Fuuu…ck,” Suowei gasps. “Oh fuck – slow, slow!”

“You think you’ve earned the right to make decisions, Da Bao?” he mocks, feeding in more of his cock. “After bringing other people into our marital bed?”

“What…marital…”

“You heard me. After today, you’ll know that no one can satisfy you like I can.”

Chi Cheng grabs Suowei’s hips and in one long thrust sinks all the way inside. Suowei wails at the feeling of intrusion, fullness. His knees wobble and his eyes fill with tears.

“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else,” Chi Cheng promises, and then he moves.

Suowei slaps his hand against the mattress, completely overwhelmed. His cock isn’t confused at all though. It plumps up so quickly that it hurts after his last orgasm.

Everywhere Chi Cheng’s cock rubs inside of him hits something good, but when he shifts the angle Suowei sees stars.

“Did I find it? That sweet spot?” Chi Cheng punctuates the question by slamming in and then rolling his hips so that his cock drags over it again and again.

Drool gathers at the corners of Suowei’s open mouth as he gasps into the humid material of the pillowcase beneath him.

“So fucking tight. I asked you a question, Da Bao,” Chi Cheng says.

“Yes! That’s…it…oh, please,” Suowei begs, not sure if he’s asking for it to keep going or stop. The pleasure is overstimulating, rolling through him in waves, and it’s emptied his head of every thought he’s ever had.

“Get yourself off,” Chi Cheng orders.

The headboard thumps against the wall as Chi Cheng keeps pounding into him. Suowei tugs on his own cock, tears leaking from his eyes. He wants it, he needs it – and then it’s there.

The wave crests and crashes, and Suowei cries out as hot, milky come splashes onto his hand. Suowei rides the high, but it doesn’t end. He stops coming, but his cock stays hard from Chi Cheng’s relentlessly perfect thrusts. So Suowei keeps stroking. The pain barely registers over every other sensation coursing through him.

Behind him, Chi Cheng’s breathing is ragged and the rhythm of his hips stutters. He uses Suowei’s body. Strong hands on Suowei’s hips keep him where Chi Cheng wants him. Suowei stares at their reflection, at the picture they make. Chi Cheng’s head is thrown back, his ass flexing with every thrust. Suowei looks half-dead – the only parts of him left alive are his dripping cock and the hand milking it.

Unexpectedly, Chi Cheng’s eyes meet his in the reflection. They widen as they take in Suowei desperately stripping his cock.

“Are you still hard?” Chi Cheng asks. His expression is more predatory than Suowei has ever seen it, and Suowei’s hand speeds up in response. “Coming on my cock once wasn’t enough for you? Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re so fucking perfect for me. Knew you would be. Wei Wei…oh, Wei Wei…”

Chi Cheng buries himself inside of Suowei, and Suowei feels Chi Cheng’s cock throb before he comes inside of Suowei with a loud groan. Suowei hangs on. He awkwardly switches to jerking off with his other hand when the first becomes tired. He spits on the shaft and uses the wetness to help the slide.

And then suddenly, Chi Cheng switches their positions again, and Suowei finds himself sitting on top of Chi Cheng, facing the foot of the bed.

“Well? If you want to get off again, you’ll have to do it yourself.”

Suowei looks over his shoulder and sees Chi Cheng reclining on his back, one arm behind his head as he watches, the other clutching Suowei’s waist.

He bounces on Chi Cheng’s softening cock, feeling wetness seep out of him every time he lifts up. His free hand travels up his chest and pinches a nipple.

There’s a hiss of pain from Chi Cheng. He’s letting Suowei ride his sensitive cock, letting him take what he needs.

That thought tips Suowei over the edge. The orgasm he wrings out hurts so good, and the smallest dribble of come spits out from his slit. He has never let go of his cock faster, dropping it and crawling off of Chi Cheng. He hisses when the soft cock slips out of him and scrunches his nose in disgust at the come he feels dripping down his thighs.

Chi Cheng doesn’t share his negative opinion though. Once he settles on his stomach on a dry patch of the bed, Chi Cheng gets up to inspect his work. He runs a hand through the mess, and then there’s a suspiciously long silence as Chi Cheng shifts on the bed.

“You’re taking pictures, aren’t you?” Suowei asks right before the shutter clicks. He extends a hand behind him. “Let me see.”

Chi Cheng lays next to him and shows him the picture. Suowei’s ass is littered with mottled, red hickies and bites and a shiny mix of come and slick. It looks like he has been gnawed on by a wild animal, which isn’t too far from the truth.

Suowei whines. “I’m not going to be able to walk at all tomorrow.”

Chi Cheng kisses his shoulder. “I don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand?” He gestures at the photo. “Look at what you did! And not to mention how much it hurts inside!”

Chi Cheng shakes his head. “No. I mean, I don’t understand where you think you’ll be walking tomorrow.”

“To work?” Suowei says.

“We’re taking off.”

“To eat?”

“I’ll feed you.”

“To go to the bathroom?”

“I’ll carry you.”

“Like hell you will!” Suowei yells at that last one, horrified at the idea of Chi Cheng sitting him on the toilet. “But a day to relax doesn’t sound bad,” he concedes as he nuzzles his face tiredly into Chi Cheng’s neck.

At least he won’t have to face Xiaoshuai just yet.

9AM

Chi Cheng walks in his front door. He doesn’t even take his shoes off before he shoves his hand in his pants and grips his cock. It only takes minutes before his come stripes the wood of the door, Suowei’s name on his lips.

1PM

He has Little Jealous One wrapped around his left arm and his right hand wrapped nice and tight around himself. The second orgasm takes longer than the first, but he’s comfortable on his couch and has hours left to kill anyway.

6:30PM

The picture he’d taken of Wu Suowei the night before, hard and leaking, denied, being so good for him on that tiny cot gets him over the edge the third time. He wipes a splash of come off of the screen of his phone and gets up to take a shower.

7:45PM

“Welcome back,” he says as Suowei’s eyes blink open. The blissed out, hazy expression on his face is the only one Chi Cheng ever wants to see there again.

“Mm,” Suowei answers. It looks like he struggles to find words, but then finally asks Chi Cheng, “Why didn’t you…?” 

“You passed out,” he explains. “When I fuck you for the first time, you’re going to be awake to feel it. Besides, I’m not as desperate as you are.”