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As the sun was finally moving closer to the horizon, the hustle and bustle on campus had started fading, making way for some much-needed stillness.
Chi Cheng leaned against the wall beside the Art and Design Studio’s door with purpose, his head, back and the heel of his shoe pressed firmly against the cold concrete. From time to time, his eyes wandered toward the far end of the corridor.
Arm raised, Chi Cheng studied his cigarette for a bit. He flicked the ash and placed it between his slightly bruised and swollen lips—wincing as the cigarette met the torn skin. He took in a long, almost-patient drag before looking toward the end of the corridor once more. Only this time, his eyes narrowed on their own as he searched into the distance.
Patience now wearing thin, Chi Cheng scoffed as the heat from the cigarette burned closer to his fingers with each passing second. Even the nicotine was proving to be worthless. It not only failed to calm his nerves, but he also ended up feeling more irritated.
Jaw clenched, he threw the cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it under his boots. Chi Cheng clicked his tongue in annoyance, shifting against the wall just slightly. A faint crease tugged at his eyebrows, as though sculpted by a hunger someone had tried, but failed, to satiate by feeding him a cold meal, served with an even colder hospitality.
He lit another cigarette and inhaled a mouthful of smoke. This time, Chi Cheng looked up and blew circles—one after another with practiced ease. Also because there was nothing else to do while waiting.
Sunlight filtered through the drifting amber leaves just above the slanted roof, weaving into the wisps of smoke that snaked through the cold air, as if nature was working hand in hand with Chi Cheng.
He would create a circle and the golden beams would paint it a saturated colour. He looked less of an artist and instead every inch of an artwork himself. One which could draw in breaths and draw out creation. One which bore the quiet aura of a masterpiece that was still in the works, yet ironically complete.
Unique.
Impossible to imitate.
Something his classmates would have to admit even if they didn’t want to.
There was still time before class - about an hour or so. But that day, like many other days of that particular semester, Chi Cheng displayed an uncharacteristic discipline.
He, who had shown consistent indifference for timeliness for three whole semesters and displayed regard only for the quality of his sketches submitted at the end of the Figure Drawing sessions, had started showing up earlier than everyone else. Not that he bothered explaining himself. His presence was enough. No one dared question his ways.
The night before, after much strategizing, Chi Cheng had set three alarms.
The first alarm was for rising even earlier than the sun—to sharpen his blind contouring skills. Of course, he needed a model to practice. But though the person he wished to immortalize on his papers wasn’t there lounging on his bed, the image carved in his mind was enough. It was uneffaceable. In the very first Figure Drawing session they had in university, a requirement had been made clear and it was to distance oneself from the object of study. Yet, Chi Cheng crossed the line. Not even discreetly.
Or rather, he was made to cross that line.
Not only did Chi Cheng find himself a different object of study from the one assigned in every Figure Drawing session onwards, one not approved by the professor, it had also now become the subject of his urges.
But because of the subject of his desires, he hadn’t had the chance and time to practice enough for class the previous night. He was left alone in the cold to fare for himself. Chi Cheng was sure that the other person had reached his own place comfortably, had plenty of time to sketch, had eaten a warm dinner and taken a hot shower to keep comfortable on a chilly autumn night—after he had abandoned Chi Cheng bare and defenseless. There were no notifications from his muse to ask about how Chi Cheng was doing. Not even one!
The second alarm was to get ready for class, way ahead of time despite class being scheduled for four in the afternoon. Chi Cheng had a whole day to dress up but he had started early, engaging in what seemed like a ritual. He carefully selected a pair of black, loose-fit pants, in case he couldn’t hold back his thoughts if the other decided to act up again. He had to show up more prepared. He picked out a loose black shirt, which had a single white spotless stripe in the middle of its left panel.
Because those would only end up as obstructions to his plan, Chi Cheng had made up his mind that he would carry neither his art portfolio nor his backpack with him to class on that day. Also because he couldn’t risk it. He always kept some papers and charcoal in his locker just in case, so he knew he could make do with them for class later.
The third alarm was for leaving home as early as possible, to catch a presence before anyone else could. Chi Cheng had already calculated every move and what remained now was only execution. The odds were not yet with him but there was no harm in trying. If it didn’t work out as planned, he might as well bend things.
As he let himself drift into thought, hushed—almost inaudible—footsteps reached his ears. Chi Cheng straightened himself but didn’t lift his head. He listened attentively and caught a faint hesitation in that person’s pace. He held back a laugh. It could turn out much easier than he thought.
Following every sound the steps made even more closely now, Chi Cheng noticed when they were more decisive and when they were more cautiously measured. He smirked but stopped almost right after, pressing his lips into a thin line, wearing an impassive mask once more. He remained still through every ticking second, holding his breath.
Meeting the floor with an increasingly faster beat, the steps resounded in Chi Cheng’s chest with as much force. From the corner of his eye, he caught every movement, every hesitation and the occasional burst of confidence on that person’s face. At times, that person lingered closer, but Chi Cheng also felt like the other was not really willing to close in the distance between them. Soon, just a few steps were needed for the other to pass the one he didn’t want to acknowledge.
Gesture ghost-like, careful not to alarm the other, Chi Cheng brought his cigarette to his lips. He inhaled deeply, counting the seconds silently, estimating the approximate distance between them. And, without even lifting his head, once the person appeared exactly before him, his large hand landed on that person’s wrist, the sound of his palm slapping onto bare skin, sending mild echoes across the corridor.
“Ah—“ The moan was swallowed as fast as it had slipped out. The lips that quivered at first were now pursed.
In just a beat, Chi Cheng had wrenched Wu Suowei’s wrist, pinning his arm behind his back, jerking him toward himself, causing their bodies to collide with a brutal force.
The bag that hung on Wu Suowei’s shoulder slid along his arm before falling to the ground together with the file that he was carrying in his hands. He muttered something which Chi Cheng couldn’t hear but he knew he had been cussed.
Lifting his free arm, Wu Suowei placed his palm against Chi Cheng’s chest, pushing him back, struggling as he tried to catch his breath. But the man that held him was a mountain, impossible to move. And Wu Suowei realised he had been trapped under it and would soon be crushed by it.
As their gazes engaged in a battle of their own, time surged in different streams for the two. Wu Suowei felt that his hammering heart caused the seconds to tick by frantically. Even messier it got the more he tried to find a way into Chi Cheng’s mind. As of now, he really couldn’t make out his fate at the taller one’s hands, increasingly feeling like a criminal on death row and he couldn’t deny that it scared him.
As for Chi Cheng, he took his sweet time, savoring the smoke in his mouth, as if imbibing it with his own scent before blowing it over Wu Suowei’s lips first, next the tip of his nose, tracing the delicate outline slowly. Sullying Wu Suowei with his desire. Chi Cheng’s gaze took in what he wanted to spread and immortalize on his papers all the time, even if a fierce aggressivity was currently gracing those eyes.
The ember dragged at a slow pace. Chi Cheng lifted his hand to drag in another mouthful of smoke, eyes narrowed to slits as he searched for any emotion Wu Suowei might wear onto his face.
Something told Chi Cheng that Wu Suowei didn’t want to resist.
Wu Suowei shuddered under his classmates' lingering gaze, pushing coldness to meet the other’s curiosity. Only for the same coldness to melt from the intensity radiating from Chi Cheng’s body. And Wu Suowei squirmed as his length hardened against Chi Cheng’s, unable to even put up a fight against the asshole.
Chi Cheng smirked, this time openly as he fixed Wu Suowei’s eyes. He leaned in closer, whispering, voice husky, “—Gotcha.”
A simple whisper, heavy enough to set every nerve under Wu Suowei’s skin ablaze. “Nngh…” The moan escaped Wu Suowei in a rush. His body failed another attempt at hiding what he wanted to lie to the other about—as if it no longer belonged to him. As though it had long surrendered to Chi Cheng. “Nnnh…”
Chi Cheng’s cock responded to the lewdness Wu Suowei's mouth was blessing him with, bulging as the other turned into a puddle of sounds he knew was coming from both pain and pleasure. A single chill ran down his spine as he realised just his voice was enough to chase a moan out of that filthy mouth, even if he resisted Chi Cheng’s authority and refused to speak to him.
But Wu Suowei was too tight-lipped to admit anything. Besides, Wu Suowei always made himself look like the most innocent little white lamb ever, weaponizing his big dark eyes to fool people into believing the act he put up.
Only Chi Cheng knew how treacherous those eyes were and just how slutty this man could get.
He pulled Wu Suowei in even more, giving the other’s cock a closer feel of his own throbbing length, bringing his lips closer to his ear, intentionally brushing against it before continuing, “Moaning like the little whore that you are.”
The one he held captive, for some reason, couldn’t come up with anything to say. Wu Suowei wanted to counter the insult thrown at him but scared out of his wits, his brain couldn’t conjure up stronger insults, causing him to melt into whimpers instead.
“Hmph…“
Basking in Suowei’s whimpers, Chi Cheng breathed into his ear, “See, another one.” He laughed dangerously low.
Wu Suowei felt his skin crawl, his body shuddering before he could even stop himself, writhing in an attempt to escape him. The more Wu Suowei fought to free himself, the more suffocatingly Chi Cheng crushed him onto his chest, as if bent on not letting any air breathe between them.
Chi Cheng stared at Wu Suowei trying his best to put up with him, wincing internally as the shorter one pressed his palm against his chest, the charcoal on the tip of Wu Suowei’s fingers imprinting the white strip on his shirt. Chi Cheng thought of all the ways in which he would make Wu Suowei pay for it. He threw his cigarette on the ground, grabbed Wu Suowei’s free hand and narrowed his eyes at him once again.
At first, he had just wanted to mess with him, take pleasure in this cat-and-mouse game, only to soon realise that Wu Suowei wasn’t faking it. He was actually genuinely scared. Seeing him like this made Chi Cheng’s heart itch with excitement, so much that he didn’t want to stop—he wanted to frame Wu Suowei under himself and tease him to tears, keep going until he was begging for him to stop.
Overwhelmed with that urge, Chi Cheng pinned Wu Suowei’s other arm behind his back, obstructing him completely. Their bodies were no longer even colliding. Chi Cheng pushed his hips forward intentionally every so often, rubbing against Suowei’s cock. Even asking while doing so, not out of concern, not because second thoughts about this whole game suddenly clouded his mind, but just out of a twisted urge, “What’s wrong?”
Chi Cheng scoffed internally at Suowei going non-verbal, something he couldn’t digest because that mouth had been so foul just about a day ago.
Never once looking away from the smaller one’s face as he rolled his hips, grinding against his cock, cursing internally at the fabric standing as a barrier between them, Chi Cheng teased Wu Suowei with a low groan. Lips curling at the corner with satisfaction as he felt Wu Suowei swell more every time their lengths rubbed.
Chi Cheng wanted nothing more than to rip off Wu Suowei’s clothes and make him take his cock right there and then, yet he relished in the thrill of cornering him, igniting feelings in him only he had the privilege of bringing out.
More heat rushed to Chi Cheng’s second head as Wu Suowei’s eyes burned with fury and despair. He warned the smaller one, “Don’t look at me like that.” Chi Cheng tightened his grip around the smaller one’s wrists, whispering, “Who are you trying to fool? I know you’re enjoying this…” He held him in place as he jerked his hips forward, pressing closer.
Too much. Too hard. Too intense. “Hmmmph…” Suowei’s eyes reddened at the corner.
The sound filled Chi Cheng’s cock with an aching want. Voice dangerously husky, he breathed out, “That’s right… Isn’t your tight little hole clenching with need right now?”
The question was without any doubt, rhetorical. He knew very well why Wu Suowei refused to talk to him. Wu Suowei was ashamed. And the only way he could cover up what he had done last evening was by acting nonchalant. If that didn’t work, act like he was the victim.
Paying no mind to marks that could be left onto Wu Suowei’s skin, Chi Cheng strained his wrists even more. He stayed firm as to not get swayed by tears welling up in those big eyes. Not even wincing as their chests collided with every movement Suowei made to make Chi Cheng let go of him.
Chi Cheng kept holding Wu Suowei with an unrelenting purpose.
“Let go,” Wu Suowei finally spoke, words deliberately coming out as a plea, his movements slowing down, as if his body had accepted defeat. Wu Suowei trailed his eyes over Chi Cheng’s face, feeling a stab in his chest as he noted no change in his expressions. Not even softness. Chi Cheng, on the other hand, knew exactly what game Wu Suowei was trying to play—definitely not one of sincerity.
Eyes now aggrieved, Wu Suowei’s lips broke into a small pout, as if the fury he had shown earlier had not been part of him at all.
“Please…gege…”
Wu Suowei blinked, just once, before burying his face in the crook of Chi Cheng’s neck, caressing it with his now regulated breaths, feigning softness, nothing like how his chest had been shaking erratically just a few moments ago.
But Chi Cheng’s heart and grip on Wu Suowei’s wrist stayed firm. Not even that word could sway him anymore. He inhaled slowly, closed his eyes, before commanding, intentions clearly unmoved, “Look at me.”
He never needed to raise his voice. He always spoke low, but every word weighed a thousand tons. Wu Suowei’s body trembled slightly but he didn’t look up. Instead, he crushed himself even more into the suffocating hug, breathing against Chi Cheng’s skin, unwilling to listen.
“Don’t think I wouldn’t fuck you out here in the open.”
Wu Suowei’s head snapped up—he knew the words uttered weren't a meaningless threat.
“I will peel off every single layer on you until you are completely naked. For everyone to see.” Chi Cheng wore a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Instead, his gaze was dark as he held Wu Suowei’s fearful one, which brought an inexplicable peace to his mind. “You love being a whore, isn’t it? I’ll make it easier for you!”
Nibbling his lips as he fell deep into thought, Wu Suowei looked down for a bit—something which made it clear to Chi Cheng that he was gearing up to hit back. He wished it was his teeth sinking into that lower lip, eating it as the other moaned with abandon. He snapped out of his urge as Suowei looked up again, gaze filled with defiance now.
“No,” Wu Suowei simply said. He paused, letting the word sink into Chi Cheng’s ears and mind before continuing, “You won’t do that.” His lips curled slyly. “You can’t take it,” he said, absolutely sure of himself.
Fury turning into a sharp glare, Chi Cheng ground unspoken words between his teeth. As he opened his mouth to counter the other, Wu Suowei moved faster than him, pressing his lips on Chi Cheng’s chin at first—a move that almost wavered the tight grip Chi Cheng had on his wrists, before he steadied himself anew—but not for long.
Moving up, Wu Suowei licked the corner of the other’s mouth. Chi Cheng closed his eyes and leaned in, forgetting how to resist, his breaths rushing faster. Wu Suowei dragged his tongue to Chi Cheng’s lower lip.
And bit him.
Hard.
Chi Cheng gasped—his grip on Wu Suowei’s wrists loosened. The perpetrator slid away, all while shaking uncontrollably.
The bite had stung Chi Cheng sharply. His vision had darkened for a bit and after just a few seconds, he could taste blood. The previous wound hadn’t even healed yet and there he was, standing with a new one. He touched his freshly ruined lips and took a look at the crimson spilled on his fingers.
Wu Suowei stood not far away from him, leaning against the wall, rubbing his wrists as he recoiled in pain and uttered muffled insults.
“Why don’t you say it aloud?” Chi Cheng challenged as he lifted his eyes to look at Wu Suowei, but the other averted his.
Making himself smaller against the wall he had sought refuge from, Wu Suowei just stopped mumbling. Instead, he whimpered softly from the lingering pain on his arms, his eyes watery. Chi Cheng felt, this time, he wasn’t faking it. For once, he regretted tightening his grip on Wu Suowei’s wrists and twisting his arms. After all, it wasn’t just the hands that mattered to an artist. Creating with one’s hands involved free arm movement. And before class had even started, he had ended up inflicting pain on him.
Should have at least waited for class to end.
The earlier gloom replaced by a soft concern, Chi Cheng took a step towards Wu Suowei but seeing that he had started moving toward him, Wu Suowei stepped back, pressing deeper onto the wall. “Don’t come close!” He warned, as though that would get Chi Cheng to stop.
Earlier when he broke free, Wu Suowei had wanted to run away but he knew Chi Cheng would end up following him and sniffing him from any corner of the campus. He also couldn’t just run past him to go into the studio because that would have Chi Cheng either catch him before he could even enter or get in behind him, close the door and handle him however he wanted, even if there wasn’t much time left before class would start and their classmates would rush in. He couldn’t miss class too, but staying meant bearing consequences in ways he didn’t dare imagine.
As Wu Suowei replayed the earlier scenes in his mind, Chi Cheng walked to him decisively, reaching him in just two large strides, pinning his hands on the wall on both sides of his head.
“Does it hurt?” Chi Cheng asked slowly.
Though his voice carried concern, Chi Cheng’s demeanour screamed intimidation.
Wu Suowei searched his eyes. He knew this question wasn’t only about what Chi Cheng had done to him today. He felt it was to teach him a lesson. Anything he said would get him trapped. So, he remained humble.
“I can sketch later, they aren’t broken.”
Wu Suowei lifted his arms and twisted and turned his wrists for Chi Cheng to see. The other just watched him with amusement at first but felt increasingly worked up as he realized Wu Suowei might be playing him. Again.
“Suowei—“
Chatters, whispers, complaints and cheers started flooding in and after just a few minutes, the corridor shook under the load of footsteps as students swarmed in from all directions—shattering what Chi Cheng had thought was his sanctum, one where he could finally deal with Wu Suowei.
“Arguing again?” A classmate probed as she saw Wu Suowei framed onto the wall by Chi Cheng, face about to resemble The Scream by Edvard Munch.
As Wu Suowei chiseled a pitiful look onto his face, Chi Cheng caught every single moment of this artist at work, sighing as he let his palms slide against the wall before they landed right by his side. He was going to be labelled the ruthless one again—not that he wasn’t. Just that it was always the case between the two of them, one the victim, the other the culprit. Just that for the time being, he didn’t have any evidence to prove himself otherwise.
Wu Suowei had defeated him once more, especially so evidently, in front of everyone.
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Chi Cheng’s back pressed against the cold metal of the lockers, his body turned slightly toward where Wu Suowei was sitting in the studio. There was really nothing Chi Cheng could do at the moment except staring at the one who had his undivided attention. Because, the distance between them now could not be closed in just a few long strides—the room was already quite spacious. On top of that, Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng were surrounded by classmates.
Though everyone around them followed their own little routine in getting ready for today’s drawing session, rubbing the low tables clean—even if Chi Cheng thought it was quite unnecessary because they would get coated in thick, back dust again—adjusting their frames though the wooden structures hadn’t moved much, Chi Cheng could only focus on that one particular classmate. Not even the sharp, at times faint, rustling of papers could cut through the tension between him and Wu Suowei.
Of course, Wu Suowei did as everyone else. He flipped through his portfolio, took out his papers and charcoal to place on the table. For him, Chi Cheng didn’t exist at the moment—but that’s how he treated the classmate anyway. He ignored him in the presence of people, while the other eyed him like he could gulp him down in just one bite.
Bathed in the late afternoon glow, every time he raised his curtain-like lashes, his eyes shifted from warm honey to radiant gold. And Chi Cheng's breath caught every single time at the sight.
The easels placed at the back and the low tables kept at the front occupied the room in a semi-circular arrangement, with the model stage in the center and inner front. Chi Cheng easily towered over his classmates and could comfortably take the outer layer for the Figure Drawing classes but he found it too bothersome to stay on his feet for hours. So, on the first day of the first semester, even though it was odd for his tall body to be cramped in a small space, he had chosen the low table next to the wall.
Wu Suowei had selected his seat just after him—exactly in front of Chi Cheng.
This classmate of his always kept tabs on him, sometimes just staring intently at Chi Cheng even though the model was someone else. So, Chi Cheng did the same. He had found himself his own object of study.
The more Chi Cheng thought about who had become the other’s muse first, the more he became embroiled in a maze.
Sometimes, Wu Suowei stopped right behind him at the Professor’s table and slipped his papers under Chi Cheng’s eyes. Sketches completely different from the model’s poses, instead full of erotic positions, long fingers similar to Chi Cheng’s gripping plump ass cheeks. Those same fingers swallowed into a tight hole or fucking someone’s familiar mouth. When Chi Cheng would gasp at the sight, Wu Suowei would pull the sketches back and turn in his real work.
Later at home, Chi Cheng would find those same sketches in his backpack.
As such, they had become each other’s model for Figure Drawing assignments and projects. Helping each other practice turned into something beyond just stolen glances in class. Also the reason why Wu Suowei could do what he did to Chi Cheng the previous night, then leaving him freezing on an autumn evening.
But Wu Suowei was too tight-lipped and unreasonably avoidant for reasons Chi Cheng could never grasp. Hot just in certain moments, cold most of the time.
Chi Cheng wished the chance he had been granted to teach Wu Suowei a lesson earlier had followed him into the studio but that was okay—he knew he was not that lucky. Chi Cheng could still digest the fact that things hadn’t gone exactly his way.
What he couldn’t stand though was how Wu Suowei had run away from him, hiding among others, rushing into the studio after their classmates had shown up in the corridor. The autumn breeze had bit into every single pore on Chi Cheng’s skin as he watched the retreating figure of the one he had arrived so early for. The cold sunk to his bones as he was abandoned yet again.
All the effort he had put into cornering Wu Suowei had gone to waste, but at least the day was not over.
One directed his gaze very boldly toward the other. The other did everything he could to avoid that gaze.
Chi Cheng sighed inaudibly before fetching charcoal and papers from his locker and made his way to his table. Somewhere along this very short journey of his, Wu Suowei had already popped open the top button of his shirt, his collarbone—patterned in distinct red marks—glistening under a hue of warm sunlight.
Upon seeing this, Chi Cheng did his best not to clench his fist so that he could avoid creasing the papers he was holding but he was fuming nonetheless. How could he not? He knew well what Wu Suowei was trying to do.
As Chi Cheng readied himself to perch in his small corner, a series of murmurs and gasps from the other side of the studio where Wu Suowei was sitting drifted to his ears. Scowling despite himself, Chi Cheng looked across and paid attention.
“Had a wild night?” A classmate asked as she pointed at Wu Suowei’s collarbone with her chin.
Wu Suowei just smiled at first—a little too shyly for it to be natural. The next minute, his smile turned seemingly awkward. Chi Cheng scoffed at his change of expressions. What was Wu Suowei even doing in an art class? He should have enrolled in a drama course.
Other classmates leaned over and nudged Wu Suowei with their elbows and fingers in a hope to chase stories about his sexual encounter.
“Wild night?” Wu Suowei pouted, brows furrowed, as if he couldn’t understand. “What do you mean?”
“Aren’t those hickeys on your collarbone?” Another girl asked, voice not too low. “There are so many too! Oh! Is that a bite mark?”
Wu Suowei shrugged at first, his cheeks warming at their very direct questions. But Chi Cheng was enjoying the show eager to know what kind of answer Wu Suowei would give after willingly opening his shirt and pushing the right lapel to the side to reveal just how wild of a night he had spent.
“Maybe…” Wu Suowei’s vague answer, neither denying nor accepting, pissed off the classmates looking for some gossip but amused Chi Cheng. Because he knew that Wu Suowei was not playing with the others. He was toying with Chi Cheng, as he always did.
With that answer, Wu Suowei caused an uproar. The others kept nagging him.
On the other side of the studio, another classmate tapped Chi Cheng gently, out of genuine concern. “Did you get punched on your mouth?”
Lips curled in a small smirk, Chi Cheng just said, “Yeah, Something like that.” As he was about to continue some more, he heard two simple words, but very unnerving ones.
“Was okay.” Wu Suowei confirmed.
Chi Cheng’s eyes flung open, darkening in a sharp stare. Wu Suowei looked to his side but he felt the other’s gaze drill holes onto him. He couldn’t help the single shiver running along his spine as he gave a real nervous laugh. But that didn’t stop him from giving more detail. “Wasn’t too satisfied.”
Breath hitched, Chi Cheng’s grip on his charcoal tightened. But he did his best not to crush it.
“Who was she?” One classmate dared.
Wu Suowei didn’t correct him. Instead, he added, “You won’t know.”
Eyes lowered now, jaw clenched, gloom settled in every part of Chi Cheng’s body.
She. Chi Cheng wondered when he had grown boobs and pussy.
At the same time, the door opened and closed softly. Their professor entered with a handful of papers and a ridiculously pleasant smile.
“Good afternoon, Sir,” the whole class greeted in unison, some sitting back at their table, others claiming their spot in front of their easels.
“Hello all.” The Professor stood behind his table, his smile tucked away already and brows drawn in a grave expression. He took a deep breath before explaining, “Our model won’t be able to show up. So we’ll need a volun—”
“Me!” Hand raised, Wu Suowei stepped forward quite dramatically as if he was giving away his dignity to help protect his classmates’.
Chi Cheng’s chest swelled with a complicated feeling. Again, he restrained himself from crushing the charcoal trapped insided his palm.
“That was fast!” The Professor’s eyes stayed widened for a bit before he gestured toward the small corner where the model always changed. “We’ll work on semi-nude portraits in a reclining position today. You’ll see a small piece of cloth inside which you can tie around your waist. It’s quite thin.”
Wu Suowei nodded before making his way to that corner with of course Chi Cheng’s gaze accompanying him there. A few words kept replaying in Chi Cheng’s mind.
A small piece of cloth.
Quite thin.
The corner of his mouth drew in an ugly stretch.
A few minutes later, Wu Suowei walked out almost naked, the cloth hanging quite low around his hips and swerving above his cock, barely concealing the fact that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Chi Cheng traced every single visible line along Wu Suowei’s body—from the abs that cut cleanly along his stomach, how his waist narrowed in an exquisite curve, how his thin yet muscly thighs clenched every time he took a step toward the center stage. How his nipples hardened at being exposed to the cold.
But Chi Cheng’s gaze lingered most on those hickeys. He sighed, tormented beyond words. Wu Suowei stretched lazily on a low mattress, one arm thrown back as if lethargically, thighs still drawn together but legs raised just slightly at the knees—directed more toward Chi Cheng.
Heat rushed to Chi Cheng’s groin, and it was only the beginning of class and he stifled a moan. There were hours to go and if he cummed in his pants just after getting teased from a distance, that would be on Wu Suowei. Chi Cheng would make him pay.
“First thirty seconds, capture only the essence.” The Professor’s instruction landed impactfully.
Sharp, gritty sounds filled the air.
The charcoal between Chi Cheng’s fingers roughed over his paper in a smooth arch—for Wu Suowei’s cheeks sinking deeply into the mattress. Another line etched ahead, curving at the end—for the back of Wu Suowei’s thigh turning at the corner under his knee.
“Eyes on the model now, not your paper. Keep your charcoal moving.” The Professor ordered next.
Wu Suowei’s skin tingled as he felt a pair of eyes lingered on him. The fabric over his cock erected as that gaze continued burning on his skin. He lifted his knee some more, parting his legs to offer an exclusive perspective to the classmate he was pointing toward.
That classmate himself felt his groins ache, swelling underneath those loose pants he was wearing. He hadn’t even relieved himself from the earlier erection he had in the corridor. Now, he was being put through another one. Chi Cheng swallowed through his painfully dry throat, his pulse racing with want.
His hand glossed over his paper as if in reflex. The lines anchoring how heavy those legs would be around his waist. Next, he sharpened under the curve of Wu Suowei’s spine, accentuating the intensity with which it would arch if he met Chi Cheng’s hungry touch.
The professor kept guiding and everyone kept trying to find their own style while Chi Cheng sketched with a confidence no one could own.
He knew that body like no one else, grasped its every reaction in a way no other person could. He contoured Wu Suowei’s hardened cock with the sharpest precision, finished his drawings ahead of everyone and spent the spare seconds drooling over the shadow of the tight little hole he could make out underneath the cloth in the far depths of the thighs. Every second ticked by faster and louder until the clock hit six.
The weight of Chi Cheng’s hunger pressed heavy on Wu Suowei’s skin.
Chi Cheng got up and left without a second look, sliding his papers onto the smooth top of the wooden table, pulling along the heat he was casting on Wu Suowei’s body with the weight of his hunger. It was the only thing keeping Wu Suowei warm through the chilly afternoon. Wu Suowei shivered with cold, lifting himself up with much difficulty, bowing to his professor, nodding at the thanks his friends gave him for saving their day.
“The spare keys are in the drawer.” The Professor told Wu Suowei. “Please don’t forget to lock the door on your way out.”
Wu Suowei gave a small smile before making his way to the corner where he had changed earlier, quite dismayed at the turn of the events. He had expected for the other to at least look back at him before leaving. The ominous quiet that prevailed in the room now was gnawing at his heart. He had earned this cold reaction. He deserved it.
As Wu Suowei lifted his hands to pull the curtains to the corner, the door opened again before closing with a threateningly soft clack. Wu Suowei froze as the breeze travelled to him and grazed his bare back, the chill sinking to the depths of his bones. He didn’t dare move and didn’t even need to turn to see just who had entered.
Swayed by disappointment, Wu Suowei had let his guard down. Of course that asshole would not leave him so easily. Wu Suowei stayed in place, shaking lightly as he awaited judgment. He heard the drawer open and close and just after a few seconds the key locked the door with a sharp click.
His fate had just been sealed.
“You really thought I’d leave.”
Wu Suowei didn’t have to see Chi Cheng’s face to know how dark it was with fury.
“You’re an asshole.” Wu Suowei minced the words out. “Of course you wouldn’t leave easily.”
“Oh.”
A simple word, yet loaded with a cold-bloodedness that could break Wu Suowei beyond repair. The steps approached, lightly. Unhurried. Until Chi Cheng was close enough for his heat to set Wu Suowei’s skin ablaze.
“So. She?” Chi Cheng said, voice low and dripping with real threat. "Do I look like I have a pussy?"
"How would I know?" Wu Suowei asked back, voice careful and breathy. He gulped.
Chi Cheng walked closer to him. "Who would know if not you?"
"Maybe ask your hoes."
Chi Cheng responded with a low laugh. That was it.
Wu Suowei awaited. He heard the faint rustling of fabric and gulped dryly. Then, the unbuckling of a belt, fly zipped down.
"Says my only hoe."
Just after, Chi Cheng’s length, damp and bulging, pressed onto his lower back, sullying the cloth tied low around his hips with his precum. Part of Chi Cheng’s chest and the fabric of his shirt pressed against Wu Suowei’s back next before his arms circled around Wu Suowei’s waist, locking him into a firm hug so that he wouldn’t escape.
Chi Cheng bent slightly to the side, blowing warm breaths on Wu Suowei’s ear before whispering, “Wu Suowei…” The one summoned felt a chill run down his spine. “You’re such a slut.”
“Fuck you!” Wu Suowei managed to say through shaky breaths.
Chi Cheng sank his canine into Wu Suowei’s earlobe, pulling gently at first before biting harder.
“Aaahh…” There was no need to swallow any moans. Wu Suowei was done for.
“You still want to?” Chi Cheng asked as he licked down Wu Suowei’s neck, leaving an open-mouthed kiss at the crook. “I thought I did okay!”
Resentful. Wu Suowei’s comment had hit a nerve and he knew he would have to pay for it with his body. “Did I lie?”
“Maybe not.” Chi Cheng’s voice was calm in a very foreboding way. “But it’s unfair for you to say so, don’t you think?” He grabbed Wu Suowei’s wrist and pulled him toward the Professor’s table, bending him over, pushing the cloth up onto his waist and holding him down by the back of his neck.
Faint tremors rumbled across Wu Suowei’s body as his chest met the cold wood, his nipples puckering instantly. He couldn’t hold himself back from moaning.
“Chi Cheng…” Wu Suowei called out carefully. He pressed his forehead on the table, his breaths condensing on the surface.
“Mn?” At the same time, Chi Cheng parted Wu Suowei’s cheeks and slid his length between them, gliding up and down the other’s perineum.
“Nhngghh…” Wu Suowei bit his lower lip as the other transferred his heat in such a torturous manner. “Please…Be reasonable…” He couldn’t help pleading.
“About?” Chi Cheng pulled away slightly, his moistened glans poking at Wu Suowei’s entrance as he cupped his ass cheeks with his hands. “You’re so cold Wu Suowei… Want me to warm them for you?”
It was indeed cold, unbearably so. But Chi Cheng’s words weren’t just pointing at how Wu Suowei’s skin was freezing but also how he had been treated by Wu Suowei for the past few days. Though he sounded threatening, Wu Suowei couldn’t deny his words were still laced with slight worry. It wasn’t like his own hole wasn’t throbbing for the pulsating cock prodding at it.
Chi Cheng rubbed his cheeks gently, considerately, even squeezing tenderly from time to time.
“Mmph—” Wu Suowei found it hard to spit out his yes.
“What does mmph mean?” Chi Cheng teased, imitating the sound that Wu Suowei had let out. “I don’t get you.”
Annoying asshole, dense motherfucker, unrelenting bastard. Wu Suowei pressed out with much difficulty. “Y—yes!” He cussed himself in his mind. “H—elp me…”
“See…” Chi Cheng chuckled lightly. “It’s not too difficult to ask after all.”
Wu Suowei breathed out a long, audible sigh, his body relaxing finally as Chi Cheng’s mood seemed to improve. Until—
Chi Cheng stopped rubbing, sank his nails into his flesh as he squeezed tightly before pulling away and yanking Wu Suowei’s thighs wide open with his knee. Just after, Chi Cheng’s palm landed on his hole in a loud, resoundingl strike.
Wu Suowei’s body jerked forward on the table.
A current surged through Wu Suowei’s body in a way thunder would follow lightning. The heat from his hole flared across his body.
The sound was wet at first—then lewd and humiliating enough for Wu Suowei’s eyes to fill with tears.
The touch was merciless and impactful enough for Wu Suowei to choke on a sob.
Though the pain was dull and throbbing, the heat lingered long enough for his hole to clench and unclench.
A single tear escaped Wu Suowei’s eye, plopping onto the cold wood in a soundless tap.
“Are you warm enough?” Chi Cheng asked before his fingers enveloped Wu Suowei’s nape in a tighter grip, lifting him up slightly and sinking his fingers into his mouth. Wu Suowei’s chest stiffened at the sudden intrusion before he bit them but Chi Cheng’s chest rumbled lightly in a crazed laugh.
Chi Cheng pressed forward, the tip of his cock stretching Wu Suowei’s hole open just a bit, the dampness wetting the entrance enough to help him slide in some more. Wu Suowei’s tongue stuck out on instinct, in search of the cock he was used to relishing on. But instead it met those deft fingers that fucked him whenever they could. It was not like he could be fussy about what he wanted in his mouth right now.
So, he sucked.
His lips wrapped around the base of the three fingers Chi Cheng had inserted in his mouth, his tongue sliding against the other’s skin, warming and coating the length with his saliva.
“That’s right…” Voice hoarse, shaking as he swallowed in thirst, Chi Cheng said, “Aren’t you such a whore for me?” Chi Cheng plunged his fingers in and out of Wu Suowei’s mouth.
Wu Suowei waited for the fingers to retreat, then said. “Mmmhhh… Just for you!” Wu Suowei’s words turned into a moan, his breaths stuttering as another sharp slap landed across both ass cheeks. “Ahh… Please…” Another tear slid down his cheek.
Fingers pulled out of his mouth, Wu Suowei whined in dissatisfaction. He wanted more. His mouth felt cold and lonely.
“Yes baby?” Chi Cheng pressed the fingers Wu Suowei had sucked onto his tight hole. “Can’t use words?” More pressure around the sensitive skin as Chi Cheng’s middle finger poked Wu Suowei’s entrance. “That filthy mouth only spouts nonsense doesn’t it?” Chi Cheng's grasp over Wu Suowei’s nape grew rougher.
Neck arched under sweet torment, mouth parted in deep breaths, Wu Suowei’s voice finally reached out to Chi Cheng in a whine, “Please…”
“Please what?” Chi Cheng asked as he rubbed the hole that had been moistened with his precum before, and was now damp with Wu Suowei’s saliva in circular motions.
Wu Suowei broke into a soft sob before pleading. “Fuck me!”
Chi Cheng slid in a finger, pistoning as Wu Suowei’s walls tightened around him. “Where are your manners?” He continued his torment, taking his time as he worked his way in and out of the contracting insides.
“Please…” Another tear dripped onto the table. Wu Suowei’s voice shook as he repeated himself, minding his manners this time. “Please…fuck me!”
A second finger pushed in, stretching the tight hole wider. Wu Suowei’s moan turned into a sharp gasp. Chi Cheng curled the tip of his fingers as he plunged in and out. “How about apologizing first?”
“I did nothing wrong!” Wu Suowei snapped, but squirmed from the heat pooling into him just after.
“Think again.” Chi Cheng tightened his grip on Wu Suowei’s nape, he pulled out his fingers and cracked Wu Suowei’s ass with another relentless slap.
“Nnhh…” The pain stung Wu Suowei’s cheeks and crept up his spine. His body shook not so lightly. His voice broke into a whisper. “S—sorry…”
“I didn’t hear you…” Chi Cheng slowly released his grip on Wu Suowei’s nape, grazing his fingers along Wu Suowei’s spine, back and forth, relishing in every faint tremor his touch sent under the sensitive skin. His voice was low, touch tender, but nothing about his demeanor signaled gentleness, and Wu Suowei knew it.
Wu Suowei realised he had no other place to escape to. His nose reddened as the corner of his eyes grew heavy with tears. “I…I’m sorry.”
“Mn? About?” The voice was calm, but sharp enough to pierce through every shred of courage Wu Suowei had left.
The fingers caressing his spine rushed back to his nape rough and quick this time, circling dangerously to the front of his neck and positioning there in a firm grip—not too tight, not too gentle. But threatening enough for Wu Suowei to know if he spouted nonsense instead of the words Chi Cheng intended to hear, he would be forced to take more punishment.
“Wu Suowei.” The warning pierced through the tension. The voice turned rough under patience wearing thin. “You know I don’t like repeating myself.”
His Adam’s apple dipped under Chi Cheng’s thumb. Once. Deliberate.
“Aah…” The moan was forced out of Wu Suowei’s throat. “S—sorry… For tying you up…”
Chi Cheng scoffed before saying in a low murmur, “Now we are talking.” He massaged Wu Suowei’s neck gently. “What else, Wu Suowei?”
Lips pressed into a thin line, Wu Suowei swallowed the urge to cry out in pleasure. Instead, he whimpered like a deer under a wolf’s paw, savouring the last few breaths of life before getting devoured to death. “And riding on your cock. Not letting you touch me.”
Chi Cheng leaned to the side and licked Wu Suowei’s nape. “I’m listening.” His other fingers sank into Wu Suowei’s cheek marked in a deep flush.
“Leaving you naked.” Wu Suowei sobbed, as he was forced to recount his wrongs. “In the cold.” He sniffed twice before continuing. “Running away without letting you cum.”
Chi Cheng puffed out a small laugh, his fingers again plunging in and out of the tight hole as he hummed in pleasure. “Why?” He asked as his teeth met Wu Suowei’s shoulder.
“Because…” Wu Suowei paused, choking on a sob as he readied himself to share his grievances. “You always make me lie on my back or chest when you fuck me.”
“I don’t see a problem.” Chi Cheng whispered, his warm breath teasing Wu Suowei’s bruised skin. “You always cry out like you’re seeing God anyway.”
There was no denying. Wu Suowei couldn’t even counter him on this matter. They always fucked like the world would end if they didn’t drive each other crazy. Chi Cheng always rammed into him as if he had to defy biology and fuck a baby into him. Wu Suowei got railed as if they were in a post-apocalyptic world and the responsibility of saving humanity was on their hands.
It was true that he had always spread Wu Suowei under him—because there was no other way to tame a brat like him.
“You never let me take control!” Wu Suowei snapped.
Chi Cheng’s fingers pulled out, the emptiness distressing enough for Wu Suowei to whine in need.
“See… No matter my dick or fingers, you’re a whore for me.” Chi Cheng teased with a gentle voice before his hips jerked forward and shoved his cock rough, balls-deep, right into the hole he had been fucking deliciously slow with his fingers.
“Owhh…Ahh” A broken sound escaped Wu Suowei, nails digging into the hard wood for support. His hole was suffocatingly full. His vision blurred for a beat as he tried to catch his breath. His chest heaved at the suddenness.
Chi Cheng’s hips snapped forward some more, the tip of his cock swollen and heavy, pressing against Wu Suowei’s prostrate. Chi Cheng scolded, “Next time you have a problem, use words.” He withdrew his length by a few inches before he shoved in with the same amount of precision as before.
Wu Suowei yelped, voice shattered under the pure torment he was being put through. Shivering as cold sweat glistened over his whole body.
Chi Cheng punctuated every single word with a sharp thrust, breaking every single defense Wu Suowei had put up against him. “Next. Time.” “Fucking. Tell. Me. What. You. Want.” His hips fast to etch the warning deep into Wu Suowei’s body.
Tears dripped down Wu Suowei’s face, a few drops flying here and there as his body crashed forward with every single deep, wet plunge.
“Ge…” The word rushed out of Wu Suowei in a deeply lewd tone.
“Again.” Chi Cheng rammed deep and short into Wu Suowei’s hole. Not pulling out too much. Buried inside the other’s warmth as he continued his torment. “Suowei… Again… Please.”
Wu Suowei bent over the table, his back arching into a crescent, his cock frotting against the wood. Precum sullying the papers spread under him. “Ge…” He sobbed freely.
Chi Cheng pulled out. And Wu Suowei’s walls tightened at the sudden loss of contact before loosening again, uncomfortably cold.
He whimpered, too ashamed to ask for more. But not for long. Chi Cheng flipped him onto his back, locking Wu Suowei’s legs around his hips, opening his legs disgracefully wide and he plunged in again, picking up pace as his palms rubbed on Wu Suowei’s shaft, kneading as he pumped mercilessly fast through the clenching entrance. Wu Suowei’s cock throbbed but Chi Cheng pressed his thumb on his urethra. “Can’t.”
Wu Suowei shuddered under his torment, crying out “Ge” as the other snapped his hips deep, pressing into the inner-most depth. Chi Cheng rubbed his lower belly, “Fuck Wu Suowei… Looks like you’re gonna carry my bastards.”
‘Too fast…” Sobs turned into whimpers. “Sl—slow down.” He pleaded as he swallowed Chi Cheng’s cock in his pit.
“Can’t do that.” Chi Cheng pressed through gritted teeth, groaning as Wu Suowei clenched around him, holding back his own orgasm so he could break Wu Suowei some more. “I need to do better.” He whispered. “Since you said it was just okay, right?”
“I was wrong…” Voice shattered as he was getting fucked too hard, Wu Suowei’s cock leaked huge beads of precum. "Have mercy!"
“WeiWei…” Chi Cheng slowed down, still plunged deep inside, thrusts deliberately slow and sharp. “I have to keep up with your expectations.” He punched in every single word with a threatening rhythm. “Why are you crying? If it’s not even good enough?” Chi Cheng scoffed, hair soaked in cold sweat.
“I’m crying because you’re not fucking me right!” Adrenaline surged through Wu Suowei’s body as he shouted out in spite.
“Oh?” Chi Cheng’s fingers slid from Wu Suowei’s lower abdomen to his thighs, fingers sinking into the thin, soft flesh, pressing them down as he stretched him open wider. “Who was moaning like a slut just now begging to get fucked?”
“Fuck you!” Wu Suowei mouthed as pressure built up in his groin. “Ahhh…” His shoulders shook as he sobbed in pleasure, drawing his arm over his mouth, biting into his own skin as the heat gleamed under his skin.
Chi Cheng leaned over him, gripping Wu Suowei’s arms and pinning them down onto the table above his head. His hot lips grazed Wu Suowei’s forehead, pressing into a comforting kiss, his warm breaths brushing against Wu Suowei’s damp skin.
Tears flowed along Wu Suowei’s temples as he felt Chi Cheng’s cock pulsating inside him. His hole thrummed at the pulse, his cock burned until they both came in undulating waves, Chi Cheng unloading heavily into Wu Suowei, Wu Suowei’s own cum spilling onto both’s stomachs.
“Don’t…” Wu Suowei pleaded. “Don’t pull out.”
Chi Cheng’s hips moved forward in small thrusts, his cock still buried deep into Wu Suowei’s hole. He pulled back and lifted Wu Suowei off the table, driving in and out of him as the other kept his legs wrapped around his waist, the cum from his hole dripping onto the papers under his ass cheeks.
“You’re crazy!” Wu Suowei scolded.
“You’re even crazier.” Chi Cheng licked the sweat off Wu Suowei’s neck, capturing his Adam’s apple in his mouth, his tongue coating it with his warm saliva. “Why did you tie me up, ride me, and then run away leaving me completely naked?”
A soft laugh rushed out of Wu Suowei’s mouth, before it turned into a low moan as Chi Cheng bit into his skin.
“Ge…”
Being called so, Chi Cheng’s thrusts stuttered for a bit.
“Because I’m older than you, I can do whatever the fuck I want!” Wu Suowei gripped Chi Cheng’s neck tight, pressing the words out through gritted teeth.
Pleased more than annoyed, Chi Cheng claimed that filthy mouth in a beat, shoving his tongue in as Wu Suowei opened up wider to welcome him, sliding his own tongue against the other’s, licking each other slick and wet, moaning and groaning at the slow thrusts and blazing kiss.
Wu Suowei circled his arms around Chi Cheng’s neck, his spine curving, his chest pushing against Chi Cheng’s as the kiss deepened. Only to pull back and breathlessly say, meaning every bit of it, “Love you…”
Chi Cheng licked Wu Suowei’s lower lip before planting a soft kiss there, whimpers turning into a distressing plea, “Then don’t volunteer anymore.” He plunged his cock deeper into Wu Suowei, sealing his feelings. “I can’t take it!”
“Then be mine.” Wu Suowei countered. Heart thumping violently as he awaited.
Finally.
“I’ve never said no.” Chi Cheng hugged his waist, pulling him tighter against his chest as he fucked his yes into Wu Suowei.