“You’re the first man who has ever dared to step on me.” Charles narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth turning up in an animalistic grin. Just when Charles finished his words, Tang Feng raised his foot again and stepped on the former’s shoulder. One of Tang Feng’s legs was on the bed, while the other was stepping on Charles. His loose bathrobe only half-covered his body. From where Charles was laying, it was an utterly glorious scene. “You arrogant man.” Tang Feng’s stern words were softened by his indulgent tone. Charles held his foot and moved to kiss its instep. Tang Feng deliberately rubbed his foot against Charles’ palms; the latter felt as if he was about to be lit on fire. What reason? What control? All of it could just go to hell. As Tang Feng had noted before, Charles was a seasoned partner in bed. He was full of techniques and built to please. Charles kissed Tang Feng’s body, picking out all the sensitive areas. He kissed the soles of Tang Feng’s feet, his legs, his inner thighs, his lower abdomen, his Adam’s apple… He was gentle yet forceful; his techniques no less intense for anyone on the receiving end. Thankfully, Tang Feng was only staying with Charles for a month. Else, he’d worry that he might die from pleasure right in Charles’ bed. “Listen, darling. I don’t have a virgin complex, so I don’t mind your past with Lu Tian Chen.” Charles lightly ran his tongue over Tang Feng’s ears, holding the smooth lobes in his mouth, biting and licking. His voice sounded strangely low from the excitement. Gripping Tang Feng’s waist tight and cupping his butt with one hand, Charles moved in between Tang Feng’s legs and lifted the man to sit on top of him. It was the first time they had chosen this position. The excessive intimacy made them look like a couple deeply in love. “I don’t have one either, so I don’t mind how many people you’ve slept with in the past, as long as you don’t have any illnesses and your body is healthy.” Tang Feng folded his arms around Charles’ neck and leaned down to place a kiss on the latter’s forehead. He heard Charles give a sigh in pleasure. “I like it when you kiss me.” Charles held Tang Feng’s waist and back firmly, greedily kissing the other’s chin and soft lips. “Today… You look like the main character of a movie who’s deeply in love.” Tang Feng trembled slightly. Oddly, this gangster had prepared him like how a proper gentleman would this time. The gentleness that was coming from his hind-side was a little unbearable.
“That sounds beautiful. Then you’re the other main character in the movie.” Feeling Tang Feng was about ready, Charles lightly lifted the man’s body and then forcefully pulled it back down. The collision of their bodies was like an erupting volcano, with sparks and lava flying everywhere. Tang Feng groaned quietly, wrapping both arms around Charles’ back.
“I change my mind… Nnn, you aren’t some main character deeply in love… You’re… Ahh… You’re just a wild animal!” Tang Feng sucked in a deep breath. It was too deep, so deep that it was going to take this old life of his. Charles caressed Tang Feng’s arms and waist, allowing him to slowly adjust to the invasion. He grinned and said, “Then let’s star in Beauty and the Beast, darling.” Their bodies were pressed firmly together, chest to chest. They had never before felt each other’s heartbeats as closely as they did now. Outside the window, the sun was slowly setting. Gorgeous, thick curtains blocked out the sun’s glare. Inside, the only sounds were occasional curses, along with breaths broken into pieces amid a wild night of quivering indulgence. Afterwards, an incredibly tired Tang Feng was left with only enough energy to close his eyes. Yet, living up to his title as a “beast,” Charles continued to stroke his trembling body. “Charles.” Once he had caught his breath, Tang Feng called out to the man who was currently kissing his fingers. “Yes, darling, what do you need?” Charles looked up, his hand still holding onto Tang Feng’s, nuzzling the latter’s knuckles. “You didn’t fall in love with me, did you?” Tang Feng asked, gazing at the man dispassionately.