But that handful of cries was enough for He Yu. Hearing that impassioned voice that his Doctor Xie had never let out before sent his arousal into overdrive. He grabbed Xie Qingcheng’s waist and sped up his movements, plunging violently into that soft, tight embrace with all his strength.
Skin slapped against skin. The mattress shook violently as the sound of bodies colliding echoed through the sequestered lounge room.
Xie Qingcheng couldn’t take He Yu’s sudden change of pace, suddenly going from fucking him slowly to slamming urgently into his insides with no sense of restraint. Xie Qingcheng’s handsome face shattered completely as his body was rocked by He Yu’s thrusts.
After fucking him for a while and getting no response, He Yu became dissatisfied once more. Panting quietly, he looked down at Xie Qingcheng’s face and tried to provoke and humiliate him further. “Aren’t you the epitome of propriety? Hmm? What proper doctor would moan like this on his own patient’s cock… Go on, moan again. Are you trying to seduce me with that voice? How badly do you want me to fuck you like this… You’ve been sucking me in this whole time… Can’t you feel it?”
He Yu slammed into Xie Qingcheng even harder as he spoke, thrusting nearly balls deep inside him on a few of his thrusts.
It was too good. He Yu had never felt so good before. Wave after wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. Xie Qingcheng was so hot inside, and with all the lubricant He Yu had used, he was wet, too, surrounding the condom with white froth as He Yu thrust in. The wet sounds were a continuous reminder to the two people desperately entangled with each other on the bed: they were doing it. A grown man and a teenage boy; a truly absurd relationship.
He Yu was fucking Xie Qingcheng wildly, furiously, starving for warmth.
The slap of colliding bodies, Xie Qingcheng’s low gasps, He Yu’s mumbled words of depravity, and the heavy creaking of the rocking bed all echoed through the room nonstop.
As He Yu lost himself in the heights of pleasure, he suddenly felt something warm and hard rub against him. He looked down, only for his eyes to darken even further.
He took a moment to gather himself. Then, with another deep thrust into Xie Qingcheng’s trembling, sweat-slick body, he leaned down and breathed quietly against the messy hair of Xie Qingcheng’s temples. “Look at how hard you’ve gotten with my cock in you.”
“Motherfucker!” Xie Qingcheng’s eyes were fierce, as if he were about to take a vicious bite out of He Yu, but he couldn’t seem to raise his voice. His whole being was in shambles.
He Yu nipped at Xie Qingcheng’s neck as he ground into him again and again, that slick cock thrusting and sliding inside him. Xie Qingcheng could even feel the aggressive raised vein along the young man’s length. His legs trembled as the waves of tingling and tightening pleasure inside his body drove him to the brink of madness. He nearly began to cry out again, but he forced the sound back down his throat.
He hadn’t forgotten what he had said before. Humans were different from animals because they could control themselves in the face of desire. He couldn’t control his physiological reactions, but at the very least, he could control his words and voice. He could control his heart.
He Yu’s gaze turned cold as ice yet slimy with unwelcome intimacy. “All these fighting words. You’re saying you want me to fuck you till you come tonight, is that right?”
“Get the fuck off… Motherfucker! Nngh!”
He Yu’s response was to slam into him like a beast, spraying fluids everywhere.
Xie Qingcheng couldn’t bear it anymore, and the world flashed before his eyes. These thrusts were forceful, vicious, and rushed, almost desperate. They were so rough that Xie Qingcheng struggled to breathe; his eyes lost focus, and his awareness began to dissociate as he was forcefully railed. In this half-conscious state, it felt like his body didn’t even belong to him.
Dark. Everything in front of him had gone dark.
But the physical sensations coming from his body remained clear and distinct. He could feel his lower body being penetrated at a frantic pace, the pleasurable thrill from the stimulation of one particular spot making him wish he could just die.
There was also He Yu’s sweat dripping down from his chest, drop after drop, falling from his incessantly rocking body onto Xie Qingcheng’s abdomen.
Limp and insensate with pleasure, Xie Qingcheng was breaking down completely…
Amid the haze, he heard He Yu pant an old resentment into his ear. “Didn’t you say before that I didn’t have the money to hire you? What about now? Never mind hiring you, I’m fucking you right now—are you satisfied?”
Then He Yu pulled out, and after swapping the condom, he thrust back inside Xie Qingcheng with violent force and began to fuck him wildly.
He Yu buried his face in the crook of Xie Qingcheng’s sweat-soaked neck. As he pushed into Xie Qingcheng again, into that place as soft as the tender meat inside a clamshell, he caught a whiff of the fragrance he’d coaxed from this man’s body.
In the midst of his intense arousal, He Yu didn’t even realize that he had thought the word “fragrance” to describe the scent on Xie Qingcheng’s body.
He had always disliked Xie Qingcheng’s scent. It was like tissue paper, like ice-cold medicine, making him think of whitewashed hospital walls and the harsh smell of disinfectant.
But when it was blended with the warmth that He Yu had ravished out of him, the essence of the scent seemed to have changed. Ice turned to water, and water turned to steam. Shrouded in this warm fog, Xie Qingcheng went from that ever-indifferent, unfeeling doctor to a wretched and trembling plaything beneath his body.
The pleasure of domination and revenge made the scent of Xie Qingcheng’s body seem like the fragrance of an opium poppy.
He Yu fucked Xie Qingcheng too many times that night. Without any of his usual composure and skillful ease, he really was just a brainless little rascal, thrusting into Xie Qingcheng uncontrollably again and again. Xie Qingcheng stayed nearly silent throughout the entire process. He even suppressed his panting breaths, leaving his lower lip mottled with blood from the way he kept biting himself.
The drug made his whole body burn red-hot, and whenever he was fucked in a certain spot, it felt too good—so good he got hard again, so good he came.
But mentally, he couldn’t endure it.
He had straight man cancer to begin with—he suffered the paternal variant of the disease and thought very highly of himself. On top of that, he was indifferent to sex. He would simply rather die than endure the things He Yu was doing to him.
He looked past his sweat-dampened lashes at the well-built silhouette of the young man in his hazy field of vision. Perhaps it was to add to his sense of shame, but not once this entire night—even when they had gotten onto this big bed, even up to this very moment—had He Yu taken off his clothes. He had only pulled down the fly of his jeans.
The boy was dressed neatly from head to toe, while the man didn’t have a single stitch of clothing on him.
Suddenly, a cell phone rang and startled He Yu.
He leaned forward to pick up his phone. He looked at the caller ID, then answered it in a hoarse rasp. “Hello?”
“You haven’t gone to bed yet, have you?” The call was from He Jiwei.
“Nope,” He Yu replied in a gloomy voice, thrusting forcefully into the man beneath him while taking his father’s call.
“How’s your injury?”
“Everything’s fine.”
“Your mother and I will be back in a few days. We’ll be staying for a while longer before we leave again this time. Remember to come back home for dinner. Don’t stay out overnight on your own.”
He Yu hummed in assent.
He Jiwei paused and then asked, “It’s so late. Have you gotten home yet?”