WCHM Chapter 21

The moment those words left his mouth, Lu Chi immediately burst out laughing, his husky voice carrying a breathless edge: “Liang Jiashu, what the hell? Are you into roleplaying or something?”

 

Pets, cars, teachers… what next?!

 

Liang Jiashu let out a grunt, and just from hearing his ragged breathing, you could tell how wound-up he was.

 

“I like roleplaying with you.”

 

He lowered his head, kissing along the beautiful ridge of Lu Chi’s Adam’s apple, his breath burning like it carried fire. Lu Chi laughed again, shivering as the man’s oddly self-taught “techniques” tickled him senseless. Not far off, the muffled clamor of people and traffic echoed faintly, while the two of them stood pressed together in that narrow, shadowed corner. It felt as illicit as an affair, charged with the kind of thrill that couldn’t bear the light of day.

 

Lu Chi tilted his head back, holding down the increasingly reckless head against his throat. His breathing was still steady as he said, “Take me to your place.”

 

Right now, Liang Jiashu was obviously a little crazy. Lu Chi was honestly afraid that if he delayed a few more minutes, the man really would drop to his knees right here and start yanking at his belt!

 

Liang Jiashu’s breathing hitched sharply. As if terrified Lu Chi might reconsider and regret it later, he immediately straightened, grabbed him by the wrist, and wordlessly dragged him out, like the lunatic just about to pounce on him in public wasn’t him at all.

 

Together they stepped out of the shadows and back into the blaze of city lights.

 

Liang Jiashu moved fast. His car was a sleek black Bentley, and he drove as if he meant to set the road on fire, his foot heavy on the gas, his body thrumming with restless energy. His erection strained so obviously that Lu Chi almost broke down laughing just from glancing at it. But soon, in less than ten minutes, the Bentley veered hard and sped straight into a luxury villa district, pulling up with a screech inside a silent private garage.

 

Lu Chi blinked, startled as he came to his senses. “This place… is yours too?”

 

“Mm.”

 

Before he could react, Liang Jiashu hit the seat adjustment, leaned across with eyes dark as night, and with burning palms cupped Lu Chi’s face, forcing him still as he lowered his head and kissed him hard.

 

The searing kiss fell like a sudden shower, fine and unrelenting, spreading hot, wet sounds all over Lu Chi’s lips.

 

The airless car was filled with Lu Chi’s scent, intoxicating, almost aphrodisiacal. The longer Liang Jiashu kissed him, the more fevered he became, the more insatiable. By the end, it was like he was clutching a doll’s slim waist, kissing with the violent urge to chew through Lu Chi’s tongue… to swallow down his smile, his voice, his breath, everything he was, so they could never, ever be separated again.

 

Because he liked him too much, so much he wanted to grind him to pieces and fuse him into his very bones.

 

Lu Chi was ravaged so wildly, sucked and licked until his tongue went numb, the corners of his eyes burning red like he’d been sick. Only after a long while did he grab the man’s hair and forcefully pull his head back, panting lightly: “Liang Jiashu.”

 

“Mm.”

 

The garage light was still off, dim and shadowed. Thinking he might not be used to the dark, Liang Jiashu wrestled down his desire and flicked on the cabin light.

 

Click.

 

Light spilled down, and when he lowered his gaze, he met Lu Chi’s eyes, wet and gleaming, like rippling pools.

 

The man’s chest rose and fell; his face was flushed with lust, blue hair in disarray as it spilled back, revealing sharp, exquisite brows and eyes. His skin was pale, nose high, the lines from his nose to his lips perfect, an utterly kissable curve.

 

But for a moment, Liang Jiashu froze, caught staring.

 

Expressionless, he reached out. His heated fingertips brushed over Lu Chi’s reddened lips, then up through the messy blue strands of hair, and over the delicate, elf-like curve of his pale ear.

 

After a pause, his voice dropped hoarse: “Lu Chi, you’re really beautiful.”

 

Lu Chi gave a breathy laugh in response, voice still raspy as he answered: “You already told me that last time.”

 

However, Liang Jiashu shook his head and leaned down again, this time not rushing to kiss, just pressing their faces close. Nose against nose, lashes brushing together, until Lu Chi heard him whisper softly: “No matter how many times I say it, it never feels enough… You’re really beautiful. Even the blue hair looks incredible.”

 

So beautiful it was killing him.

 

Lu Chi laughed again, looping his arms around his neck. Maybe it was because those dark, focused eyes were locked on him so intently, but his own voice came out with an almost unconscious note of coquettish play: “Then tell me… do you like me better with blue hair or black hair?”

 

It was a dangerous question, and yet, Liang Jiashu answered without hesitation: “Both.”

 

Lu Chi’s brow arched instantly.

 

“Ohhh, so you mean my pink hair looked absolutely, absolutely, absolutely hideous?”

 

“……”

 

The triple “absolutely hideous” hit him like a brick. Liang Jiashu stayed silent for a long time, stunned. Lu Chi collapsed in laughter, clutching his arm, breathless: “Your face right now is hilarious! You look like someone I just smacked with a stick out of nowhere, hahahaha!”

 

The stifling air of the car eased for once, with Lu Chi laughing so freely. Even Liang Jiashu allowed the faintest smile to slip, reaching out to soothe him, then leaning over to open the sunroof, making the already cramped passenger seat feel even closer.

 

Their heights were almost the same, so every slight shift had them brushing against places they probably shouldn’t.

 

Lu Chi gave a muffled grunt, a light gasp spilling out as he glanced down at where they were pressed together. Smiling, he arched a brow: “Liang Jiashu, don’t tell me you seriously want to do it in the car?”

 

Liang Jiashu didn’t answer. He just lowered his head and pressed back with a hot, urgent kiss.

 

Lu Chi hadn’t even planned on clubbing tonight. Therefore, he was only wearing a simple, light, short-sleeved sports tee, its fabric soft and easy to push aside. His head was tilted back, jawline sharp and beautiful, as Liang Jiashu cupped his face and smothered him in hot, damp, and feverish kisses.

 

Lu Chi responded here and there, with light pecks that brushed his lips. To Liang Jiashu, it felt like a tiny fish underwater darting over to nip at him, the delicate tingling going straight to his heart, featherlight and dizzying.

 

His palms were scorching, fingertips unnervingly deft. With their thin layer of calluses, every brush rasped against sensitive skin, harsh in texture, but devastatingly effective.

 

Above them, the car’s overhead light shone bright. Liang Jiashu straightened a little, watching as Lu Chi gradually unraveled in his hands, his control-freak heart roaring with satisfaction, as if climaxing inside his skull.

 

But when Lu Chi opened his eyes and caught his gaze, he broke into laughter.

 

He wasn’t holding back his reactions, smiling and panting at once, clearly aware of what kind of pervert Liang Jiashu was. He even was in the mood to tease him, asking breathless: “Liang Jiashu, does this feel good?”

 

Listening to his ragged breaths, Liang Jiashu’s throat went dry. He dipped down to kiss Lu Chi again, his voice hoarse as he mumbled: “Mm. Playing with Teacher Lu feels incredible.”

 

“You’re insane…” Lu Chi laughed again. The two of them had already made an obscene picture. But maybe because tonight he’d dredged up too many memories, he wanted to push things even further, to use body heat to burn away the past. So he pressed down on the younger man’s hand, pausing just long enough to raise the seat a notch. Then, Lu Chi straightened, his knees lifting and deliberately knocking them against Liang Jiashu’s trousers.

 

Liang Jiashu froze.

 

Under the light, Lu Chi was a mess of kisses, skin pale as jade where it was revealed, eyes rippling with liquid brilliance. Yet his expression was still composed, as if he were born to dominate. The tip of his red tongue licked across the corner of his lips, deliberate, baiting:

 

“Liang Jiashu, let’s do it together.”

 

Like a practiced fox spirit.

 

Liang Jiashu’s heart pounded, his blood surging hot as he instantly dragged him close, kissing him without restraint. With the seat raised, the space shrank even tighter; they were like two flawless pieces of jade, jammed flush with no gap between them.

 

So close, they could feel each other’s heat.

 

Zip.

 

The sharp hiss of a zipper sounded in the small space as the two pieces of jade pressed together with nothing between.

 

Hot. Burning.

 

Caught off guard, Lu Chi hissed, reaching curiously to touch, only lightly, only once. Then he looked up, startled by the scarlet glow in Liang Jiashu’s eyes.

 

“…Are you sure your heart’s okay?” he asked.

 

It was pounding so hard that even he could feel it!

 

Expression blank, Liang Jiashu stared at him. After a long moment, he lowered his head, pressing his face hard against Lu Chi’s cool white shoulder, shutting his eyes and rasping: “I want to die in your hands.”

 

“….”

 

Lu Chi hadn’t even had time to laugh at the melodrama before he realized his hand was being caught.

 

Liang Jiashu’s hand was broad, his fingers long, his grip sure.

 

But clearly, in bed, they were both still beginners. One had too much “theoretical knowledge,” while the other acted only on instinct. And so, the moment their hands moved together, the raw sensation blindsided them both, neither able to suppress their reactions.

 

Lu Chi slapped a hand over his eyes, for the first time unable to hold back the sound building in his throat. His breath came fast, bewildered that this, out of all things, felt somehow even more overwhelming than everything they’d already done back in Liang Jiashu’s lab. Clutching Liang Jiashu’s hand to still him, he gasped:

 

“Wait, hold on.”

 

But the moment he heard his own voice, wanton and shameless, his scalp prickled with embarrassment. However, Liang Jiashu wasn’t much better; his eyes were already red with frenzy.

 

And unlike Lu Chi, he seemed instantly addicted to the loss of control. In a flash, he reversed the grip, forcing Lu Chi to move in rhythm with him.

 

The air grew sticky and heavy. He even rolled all the windows down, lowering his mouth to Lu Chi’s ear, licking the shell with a hoarse murmur: “Lu Chi, your voice just now was beautiful.”

 

Lu Chi cracked an eye open, laughing breathlessly at him. A few seconds later, he raised a hand and delivered a light slap.

 

Smack.

 

The sound was sharp against the side of Liang Jiashu’s neck.

 

He’d only used thirty percent of his strength, yet it still left a red mark. It was meant as a warning, but Liang Jiashu was only thrilled at it, grabbing his hand to kiss and bite, like an unhinged dog. “Does it hurt?” he asked. “Why not slap my face instead?”

 

Before Lu Chi could answer, he seemed to get an idea. Even more aroused, he surged forward, licking at Lu Chi’s lips, biting down on his tongue with a flat expression, sucking as he whispered huskily: “Lu Chi… do you actually care about me?”

 

Thank god this was a private garage; otherwise, the racket they were making could never be shown in daylight…

 

Breaking free, Lu Chi rubbed at his overheated face, suddenly on the verge of laughter again.

 

And he did laugh, his breath catching as he giggled with amused curiosity in his tone. “Liang Jiashu,” he asked, “how the hell do I ever get you to not enjoy something?”

 

Liang Jiashu replied without hesitation, his expression calm and his mouth pressed to Lu Chi’s lips: “As long as it’s you, I’ll always enjoy it.”

 

His emotions were twisted, sick, and obsessive. Overwhelming and fierce, tangled control and desire rushing over like a vengeful ghost you could never shake off. And yet, beneath it all, Liang Jiashu was cold and rigid to the bone. At least before Lu Chi, he had lived detached, restrained, and untouchable, never imagining that his so-called self-control was that flimsy.

 

But one look from Lu Chi, and he was already willing to kneel. Silent, he became just another fish in Lu Chi’s invisible pond, guarding his jealousy and possessiveness, never daring to let it erupt.

 

Lu Chi laughed so hard he nearly choked.

 

“Not dare to fight back? Liang Jiashu, just now you scared poor Gu Yanyan half to death!”

 

He’d been radiating darkness like a demon, and now he was pretending it was all some kind of artistic restraint!

 

But before his words had even faded, Liang Jiashu snapped again, slamming him into another fevered kiss and devouring his lips with ruthless intensity. His fingertips were burning-hot and terrifyingly deft, his palm wet as it traced his body, missing none of Lu Chi’s tiny tremors.

 

A muffled moan filled the car.

 

Both their breathing was ragged, bodies taut with tension.

 

Their eyes locked, and, instinctively, they leaned closer, noses brushing against each other, fingers trembling with scattered, messy breaths. Kissing turned to movement again. Their breaths tangled, and by the end, Lu Chi simply gave up holding back. He let the moans spill free, a rough, pleasure-soaked voice echoing through the garage, the kind of sound that could resurrect even a man long since impotent.

 

Liang Jiashu’s eyes were bloodshot. In an instant, he clamped a hand hard over Lu Chi’s lips, paranoia flashing as he made sure no one else was inside the private garage, before growling hoarsely: “…Lu Chi, you’re not allowed to say anyone else’s name in bed.”

 

Because it unleashed a killing intent so cold it scared even him.

 

Lu Chi laughed. Freshly spent, his body trembled with each chuckle, sensitive and beautiful. He’d just opened his mouth to say something when his arm brushed against the side of the car door. With a clatter, a pile of things came tumbling down.

 

The light illuminated them.

 

Lu Chi blinked, then his eyes focused on… countless packets of condoms and lube.

 

For a brief second, he froze, then picked one up to roll between his fingers. After a pause, he looked toward Liang Jiashu, who had suddenly gone silent.

 

“…You really bought these?”

 

When their relationship was still this undefined, this blurred?

 

The car was thick with the scent of Lu Chi’s body and a lingering haze of lust. Liang Jiashu made a low sound of acknowledgment. He pulled out a pack of wet wipes and carefully cleaned both Lu Chi’s hands and his own. Only after a long moment did he meet Lu Chi’s eyes again, voice steady as he declared: “I like you. I want to be in bed with you. That’s why I bought them.”

 

“Lu Chi, what about you?”

 

Would you ever let yourself entwine with someone you didn’t even like?

 

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