Translator: HillarybyHillary
Editor: Eric Rasputin
Quality Check: Isalee
First Published on Chaleuria
“Just hug me, would you?”
“Don’t let go of me… Even if you crush me, don’t let go…”
“You promised, you promised you’d be nicer to me!”
All the humble pleadings of the past and those hysterical emotions echoed through their minds. The effect was like an old rusty coin, flipping into the air with a long arch before hitting the water with a splosh — its ripples endlessly expanding outwards.
Just like Gao Zhun had once asked, Fang Chi stayed inside him, refusing to pull out. Gao Zhun wriggled his waist and whispered, “Get out…”
“Just wait…” Fang Chi gasped as he softly ground against him, still buried to the hilt as he rubbed unconsciously around the swollen inner walls. “Just a while longer…”
“No,” Gao Zhun pleaded, afraid Fang Chi would grow hard again. “It won’t close anymore…”
“That won’t happen,” Fang Chi cupped his face but didn’t do anything else apart from staring at him. That stare was so intense, it seemed as if Fang Chi was afraid to blink in fear that Gao Zhun would disappear right before his eyes; or that no matter how much he looked, it wouldn’t ever be enough. Gao Zhun grew uncomfortable under that intense gaze and rebuked, “What are you looking at?”
“You. You look beautiful.”
Gao Zhun instantly blushed as his lips trembled slightly. “Nonsense…” he said.
Fang Chi used his fingers to lightly trace Gao Zhun’s features. Starting from his natural and unkempt eyebrows that were still covered in a light sheen of sweat; to his deep-set eye socket, embracing the erotic and sated look in his eyes. His finger continued to follow the rise of his nose to the soft dip of his philtrum.
“Don’t…” Although Gao Zhun liked being touched by Fang Chi, in that moment, he refused to admit to it.
“Is it…” Fang Chi ignored him. As if he was talking to himself, he said, “We’ve slept together. Does that mean we’re together now?”
“Together,” he repeated to himself. That one tempting yet straightforward word, Gao Zhun had thought about it numerous times before. “I’ve slept with so many people,” he began. It wasn’t that Gao Zhun wanted revenge — he was deliberately provoking Fang Chi, “Does it mean I’m also together with them?”
Gently and silently, Fang Chi pulled his hips back and withdrew from his lower body. Gao Zhun immediately regretted his words; panicking, he gritted his teeth but didn’t make a sound. Just like all those other men before — once they were satisfied, they would simply get up and leave — Gao Zhun thought it would be the same this time, but Fang Chi proved him wrong. Instead of getting out of bed, Fang Chi reached down between them and gently felt around Gao Zhun’s ass. “Oh my god…” he exclaimed. Gao Zhun’s swollen and sticky entrance was gaping open and twitching slightly. Curious, Fang Chi was about to flip open the duvet and take a better look, but Gao Zhun stopped him. “Don’t look,” he said embarrassingly and perhaps with a sense of inferiority. “It doesn’t look good…”
Fang Chi did not force it. Instead, he chose to hug the other man as he pulled them both down to lie side by side. He slowly began to rub his buttocks in a gentle massage as his lips pressed up against Gao Zhun’s sideburns and kissed him right next to his ear. Using Fang Chi’s chest as a pillow, Gao Zhun was overwhelmed by this gentle treatment as he peered up at the other man. He blinked nervously in fear that his deep inner feelings would be discovered as he stole furtive glances at Fang Chi.
“Open your legs,” said Fang Chi.
Slightly afraid, Gao Zhun hesitantly opened his legs a little. Prying them further apart, Fang Chi carefully placed the legs on his own waist before using two of his fingers to press the sensitive area between his anus and scrotum. Gao Zhun trembled. He had never experienced this type of foreplay before as his eyes widened with sexual curiosity. Fang Chi saw right through his thoughts as he smiled helplessly and explained, “Massaging your perineum will help relax your anal sphincter. It’s what many patients with hemorrhoids do.”
Enjoying the gentle massage, Gao Zhun lowered his head and relaxed his limbs. His arms passed under Fang Chi’s armpits before wrapping around his lean and warm back.
***
It wasn’t until the afternoon that the two finally got out of bed. Just as Gao Zhun was about to shower, he noticed the same powdery substance on his fingers again. This time it was a little sticky and had a light skin-colored tint to it. The powder was also in several other places, like the back of his hands and arms. He was sure this was a women’s foundation. Pursing his lips, he turned on the shower and watched it wash off in silence.
After eating, Gao Zhun’s waist started to feel really sore. So he asked Fang Chi to go to the spa with him. Fang Chi noticed the sneakers by the door before they left — the shiny white material was almost blinding to the eyes. It wasn’t clear whether he had said it intentionally or subconsciously. However, Fang Chi casually commented, “These really don’t look like your shoes.”
Gao Zhun glanced at him. That one look held all the things he wanted but couldn’t say to the other man. Instead, he mumbled, “Just throw it away.”
So Fang Chi grabbed the shoes on the way out and threw them away in the trash downstairs. The two took a cab to a nearby men’s club and booked a double room. They quickly stripped down to nothing and wrapped themselves in a towel as they climbed onto the massage beds. Before long, two masseuses came in together, one male and one female. With practiced ease, Gao Zhun snapped his fingers and pointed at the male masseuse, “You, come here.”
The female masseuse made her way over to Fang Chi’s side. Lying on his front, Fang Chi had his head resting on his wrists and turned to the side to observe the man lying on the bed next to him. Gao Zhun’s eyes were closed as he hummed and enjoyed his massage. The masseuse applied a generous amount of oil on Gao Zhun’s back and used his large, powerful hands to knead the other man’s muscles. When he got to Gao Zhun’s lower back — where the sensual dip of his spine met the top of his buttocks — the masseuse asked, “Can the towel be untied?”
Gao Zhun hummed his approval before loosening the towel himself. The fabric rested loosely around his waist as the force of the masseuse’s palms kneaded and pressed over the overworked muscles. Not five minutes later, Fang Chi watched as Gao Zhun’s skin flushed under the attention of another man’s hands and broken moans slipped from his lips.
Clearly annoyed, Fang Chi coughed loudly. Gao Zhun jerked his eyes open. It was evident that he was enjoying himself immensely. He looked at Fang Chi with his half-lidded dreamy eyes as the other man stared back in a daze. Then a mischievous smile spread across his face while Gao Zhun looked directly into Fang Chi’s eyes and said to the male masseuse, “Harder… Mmm… Even harder…”
Gao Zhun trembled from the pleasure of the massage, the muscles on his back retracting and relaxing from time to time. Fang Chi’s eyes were glued to his seductive body — enraptured by the dip of his waist and the round swell of his ass. The more Gao Zhun twitched, the lower the towel slipped, revealing a narrow valley at the base of his spine. Fang Chi couldn’t take it anymore; with sweat dripping down his forehead, he looked on as the other man groaned suggestively. After about half an hour, the masseuses finally left. As the door shut behind them, Gao Zhun swung his legs off the side of the bed and got up with a satisfied look on his face.
Fang Chi stretched his waist but couldn’t get up. Gao Zhun passed by as he bent at his waist and leaned over so they were face to face in front of him. Gao Zhun then stuck out his tongue and very lightly licked Fang Chi’s lips. “Come on,” he said as he stood up again and started to walk off. But not before he tilted his head back and with a glint in his eyes as he added, “Do you wanna shower together?”