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Wu Suo Wei slipped into their shared dorm room, the narrow space dim except for the pool of light spilling from Chi Cheng’s desk lamp. The door clicked shut louder than he intended. At the desk, Chi Cheng didn’t even look up; the lamplight caught on the edge of his glasses as he kept reading. Only when the door creaked did he turn.
"Do you know what time it is?" His voice was calm, sharp.
Wu Suo Wei tossed his bag onto the bed, shrugging out of his jacket with little care. "Relax, man. College isn’t just books and deadlines. You need to loosen up a bit."
Chi Cheng slid a bookmark between the pages and lifted his gaze at last, one eyebrow tilting with faint mockery. "Loosen up? And you’d be the one to know how?"
"Exactly." Wu Suo Wei’s grin widened. He crossed the few steps between them and, without warning, dropped onto Chi Cheng’s lap. His arms looped easily around the other’s neck, their faces suddenly close. "If you want, I could show you how students actually have fun."
For a moment, silence stretched. Only the ticking of the clock and Chi Cheng’s steady breath. His hand twitched against the armrest—whether to push Wu Suo Wei away or hold him there was impossible to tell.
His gaze had dropped, not to the pages he’d abandoned, but to the curve of Wu Suo Wei’s mouth, hovering too close. The smaller man’s casual weight pressed against his thighs, warmth seeping through the thin layer of fabric between them.
"Don’t take yourself so seriously every time," Wu Suo Wei went on, fingers drumming lightly at the back of Chi Cheng’s neck. He leaned in, his breath brushing across Chi Cheng’s cheek in mock intimacy. "What’s the worst that could happen? You smile once in your life?"
The corner of Chi Cheng’s mouth twitched—not in amusement, but in restraint. His hand rose halfway, hesitated, then closed firmly around Wu Suo Wei’s wrist. The grip was steady, not rough, but it held.
"You think this is funny?" His tone was low, even.
Wu Suo Wei blinked, startled for a second before the grin returned. "Of course it is. What else would it be?"
Chi Cheng’s eyes didn’t move from his, the silence thick with something Wu Suo Wei hadn’t meant to stir.
Wu Suo Wei laughed quietly, twisting his wrist lightly in Chi Cheng’s hold as if it were nothing more than part of the game. "Man, you’re hopeless," he teased, letting his legs swing idly where they dangled off the side of the chair. The movement rocked him just enough against Chi Cheng’s lap, unaware of what it did to him.
"You sit here all night pretending to be some serious scholar, but what’s the point if you never enjoy yourself? This—" he gestured loosely between them, his grin still easy, playful, "—this is how you learn to loosen up. No textbooks required."
Each sway of his legs made the pressure worse, an unconscious rhythm pressing into Chi Cheng’s crotch with every lazy motion. His jaw set, eyes fixed, while Wu Suo Wei leaned in closer, still laughing like the whole thing was nothing but a joke.
"What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Wu Suo Wei taunted, voice light, unaware of how close he was to setting fire to something he couldn’t put out.
"You’re way too stiff," he went on, grinning, his fingers idly tracing the collar of Chi Cheng’s shirt. "Seriously, you’ll graduate and realize you wasted the best years of your life behind a desk."
"Wu Suo Wei." Chi Cheng’s voice cut through the space between them, quiet but sharp enough to freeze the air.
Wu Suo Wei only smirked, unbothered. "What? Don’t glare at me like that. I’m just trying to save you from turning into a boring old man before you hit twenty-five."
Chi Cheng’s grip on his wrist tightened just enough to remind him it was still there. His eyes had darkened, warning. "You don’t know what you’re playing with."
"Playing?" Wu Suo Wei leaned in even closer, the grin widening. "Come on, it’s just a joke. Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little fun."
The swing of his legs nudged him forward again, pressing down harder without him realizing. Chi Cheng inhaled sharply through his nose, the restraint visible in the line of his shoulders, in the way his jaw set.
Wu Suo Wei only chuckled, completely blind to it, his breath brushing the corner of Chi Cheng’s mouth as he teased, "You really are hopeless, aren’t you?"
The next swing of his legs pushed him just enough that Wu Suo Wei froze, brows lifting when he felt the sudden, unmistakable hardness beneath him. His mouth parted, caught somewhere between surprise and amusement.
"Well, well…" He leaned back a little to look at Chi Cheng properly, eyes bright with mischief. "Didn’t think you were even capable of getting hard at all. But—" he chuckled, shameless and teasing, "—who could blame you? I am pretty hot."
Chi Cheng’s stare sharpened, jaw clamped tight, muscles rigid as if the effort alone might keep him from snapping.
"Don’t look so angry. It’s natural, you know. Happens to the best of us." He tipped his head closer, voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. "Want me to show you how to deal with it? Or should I just explain the basics?"
Chi Cheng’s teeth ground together, his fingers tightening like steel around Wu Suo Wei’s wrist. Every line of his body screamed control on the verge of breaking.
Wu Suo Wei only laughed harder, completely ignoring the iron grip on his wrist. "No wonder you’re always so tense," he teased, letting his legs swing once more before settling with a sly grin. "If it bothers you that much, I know someone who could help you out. Maybe even give you lessons."
He rocked his hips forward in a mock demonstration, carelessly bold, pressing down against Chi Cheng’s lap as if to underline the point. "See? Not so complicated. Anyone could show you."
Chi Cheng’s voice dropped low, every word measured. "Wu Suo Wei. If you don’t stop with your so-called joke right now, I’ll prove to you I don’t need lessons. I’ll show you—right here, over this desk."
The grin on Wu Suo Wei’s lips faltered only for a second, his brows lifting, one arched high in half-amused disbelief. He tilted his head, still straddling him, studying Chi Cheng’s expression as if weighing whether the warning was serious or just another chance to push.
He leaned in close, his breath brushing against Chi Cheng’s cheek as he murmured, "Over the desk, huh? Sounds like you’ve actually thought about it, not just right now."
He gave another slow grind of his hips, intentional this time, just to test how far he could push. "Go on then. Prove it. Or are you all bark and no bite?"
Chi Cheng’s jaw set, every muscle in his body straining for control. The look in his eyes was anything but playful now—dark, unyielding, a silent promise of exactly what would happen if he snapped. His grip on Wu Suo Wei’s wrist was unshakable, his other hand rising just enough to press against Wu Suo Wei’s hip, holding him still.
The smaller man only arched an eyebrow higher, grinning like he’d already won. "That’s what I thought," he said lightly, voice full of challenge. "You wouldn’t dare."
The grin had barely settled before Chi Cheng moved. In one sharp motion he pushed the chair back, the scrape of wood against the floor cutting through the silence. His hand left Wu Suo Wei’s wrist only to seize him by the waist, lifting and twisting with a strength that gave no room for protest.
In the next instant Wu Suo Wei’s back hit the desk, books and papers scattering to the floor.
“Still think I wouldn’t dare?” Chi Cheng’s voice was low, steady, edged with restraint that sounded more dangerous than a shout. He loomed over him, one hand pressing into the desk beside Wu Suo Wei’s head, the other firm on his hip, keeping him in place.
Wu Suo Wei blinked up at him, surprise flashing across his face before the smirk crept back—faint but defiant. “Guess I hit a nerve,” he said, breathless.
Chi Cheng leaned closer, so close their noses almost brushed, his eyes locked on Wu Suo Wei’s. “You keep pushing, little idiot, and you’ll find out exactly what kind of nerve you’ve hit.”
Wu Suo Wei let out a short laugh, tilting his head back against the desk as if this were nothing more than another game. “You talk a big game,” he said, voice dripping with mockery, “but I don’t see you proving anything.”
He shifted slightly under Chi Cheng’s hold, rolling his hips just enough to make the contact obvious, careless, provoking. “Go ahead then,” he goaded, eyes flashing with mischief. “Try it. Show me what you’ve got. I won’t stop you.”
The challenge hung heavy in the air, reckless and taunting. Wu Suo Wei’s grin widened, utterly convinced that the threats would stay just that—words, nothing more.
But Chi Cheng’s eyes burned with something far sharper than banter. His expression carved from focus, his breath audible now, rough in the quiet.
“You think I won’t?” Chi Cheng’s voice was a low growl, dangerous in its calm. “You’re begging me to prove you wrong.”
His hand left Wu Suo Wei’s hip only to move lower. Fingers brushed the edge of his waistband, then worked the button free with a sharp flick. The zipper came down in one steady pull, the sound loud in the charged silence of the room.
Wu Suo Wei’s grin didn’t falter. If anything, it deepened, his eyes gleaming with challenge as he lifted his chin. “Oh? So the serious honors student really does know how to play.”
Their gazes locked—Chi Cheng’s unblinking, a silent warning; Wu Suo Wei’s bright with mischief, daring him to take another step. Neither moved for a long second, the tension drawn tight between them.
Then Wu Suo Wei laughed softly. “Go on, then. Show me you’re not all talk.”
Chi Cheng’s fingers slipped past the loosened fabric, brushing against the cock beneath with a touch that was firm, certain, leaving no room for doubt. His hand closed around him in one decisive motion.
Wu Suo Wei sucked in a breath at the sudden contact—then let out a laugh, shaky but still laced with arrogance. “Really? You think just getting my pants open proves anything? Doesn’t mean you’ll actually follow through.”
“You still don’t get it,” he said, voice low, each word cutting. “I don’t bluff, Wu Suo Wei. Not with you.”
Wu Suo Wei smirked, tilting his head back against the desk, deliberately unbothered. “Sure you don’t,” he shot back, his grin daring even as his body betrayed him. “If you’re serious, then prove it. Otherwise, all you’ve done is undress me and touch me a bit.”
The silence that followed was thick, pulsing with something far heavier than the careless game Wu Suo Wei thought he was playing.
Chi Cheng’s hand stilled when he realized Wu Suo Wei wasn’t even hard. The discovery only deepened the tension in his jaw. Without a word, he yanked on the loosened fabric, dragging the jeans down. One leg slipped free, the other caught stubbornly at his ankle, leaving him sprawled half-dressed across the desk.
Wu Suo Wei only laughed, utterly unbothered. “What? You think I’m embarrassed?” he teased, folding his arms behind his head in a lazy stretch that made his stomach tighten and chest arch. “We’ve both seen worse. Perks of sharing a room, right?”
His grin widened, bold and unashamed. “Go on, stare all you like. I know what I look like.”
Chi Cheng’s eyes narrowed, his silence heavier than words. He pushed forward, forcing Wu Suo Wei’s legs apart and stepping into the space between them. His palms pressed to the desk on either side, caging the smaller man in with quiet, controlled force.
Wu Suo Wei lifted a brow, still grinning up at him, daring him to take the next step.
Chi Cheng’s hands slid down, closing hard around Wu Suo Wei’s thighs. In one sharp pull he dragged him closer across the polished surface, until the edge of the desk pressed into Wu Suo Wei’s lower back. The movement knocked the grin half off his lips, though he forced it back quickly, as if he hadn’t been startled at all.
Chi Cheng leaned in, his body crowding the space, the heat of him impossible to ignore. His grip stayed firm on Wu Suo Wei’s legs, thumbs digging just enough into the muscle to keep him spread open.
“You think this is still a joke?” His voice was vibrating with a kind of restraint that sounded more dangerous than rage. His eyes locked on Wu Suo Wei’s, unblinking, a predator’s focus.
Wu Suo Wei tipped his head back, arms still folded behind it like he had all the time in the world. “If you were serious, you’d already be proving it. Until then…” He gave the smallest roll of his hips, a mocking taunt. “Looks like you’re just enjoying the view.”
Chi Cheng’s grip didn’t loosen as he looked down at him, the faintest curl of a smile tugging at his lips. “So you’ve got no problem lying here like this?” His tone was mocking, heavy with challenge. Without waiting for an answer, he straightened, fingers moving to his own waistband. The click of the button and the slow slide of the zipper filled the charged silence.
Wu Suo Wei tilted his head, eyes glinting with mischief even as he lay pinned half-naked on the desk. “Oh, I get it,” he drawled, voice thick with laughter. “You just want to show off, don’t you? Think yours is bigger than mine, huh?”
Chi Cheng’s jaw set, eyes narrowing to a sharp, dangerous line as he tugged the fabric open. “Bigger than you? Da Bao, everyone’s bigger than you.”
Wu Suo Wei’s grin faltered, outrage flashing across his face. “What the hell—? Who the fuck are you calling small, you—” He broke off mid-rant as Chi Cheng’s pants slid lower, fabric shoved past his hips in one smooth tug.
“Woah…” The word slipped out before he could stop it, eyes widening as he froze in place. His indignation vanished, replaced with startled awe.
Chi Cheng’s grin sharpened, cruel in its amusement. “Still want to keep talking?” he asked, voice low, almost warning.
But Wu Suo Wei didn’t answer. He pushed himself upright on the desk, reaching out instinctively. His fingers closed around Chi Cheng’s dick, testing the weight, the heat. A breathless laugh escaped him. “No way… What the hell did you eat as a kid to end up like this?”
His grip shifted experimentally, eyes fixed in a mix of disbelief and fascination.
Wu Suo Wei’s hand moved with unrestrained curiosity, stroking along the length, weighing him with a slow squeeze. He didn’t even seem to realize what he was doing, that the cock under his palm was still hardening, thickening further with every careless touch.
He shifted his grip, fingers brushing lower until they cupped the balls beneath. He gave a playful squeeze, grin returning as though this were nothing but another joke. “No wonder you’re always so pissed off,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Walking around with this all day—must be torture.”
Chi Cheng’s breath caught once, sharp. His eyes burned down at him, steady and unblinking, the taut line of his shoulders the only sign of how close he was to losing patience.
Wu Suo Wei kept on, oblivious to the storm building above him. “Seriously… how do you even deal with it? You should’ve warned me you’re carrying around a damn weapon.” His laugh echoed in the small room, teasing, his hand still exploring as if he had all the time in the world.
Wu Suo Wei’s fingers tightened slightly, stroking up the thick length with a curious pressure, then sliding back down to the base. He shifted his grip again, testing the weight as though it were something strange he’d picked up by accident. His thumb brushed across the tip, smearing the first dampness that gathered there, and he huffed a quiet laugh under his breath.
“Unbelievable… this thing’s alive,” he muttered, more to himself than to Chi Cheng. He gave another slow pump, fascinated by the way the cock seemed to pulse against his palm. “No wonder you’re so tense all the time. Anyone would be when they have no outlet.”
As if proving his point, he let his hand wander back down, cupping the heavy balls, rolling one side gently in his palm before switching to the other. He squeezed lightly, tilting his head with mock consideration. “Even these… you’ve got the whole set oversized. Seriously, what were you eating growing up? Rice mixed with steroids?”
His laughter came easy, light, as though he were still only teasing, still blind to the sharp inhale above him, to the way Chi Cheng’s chest rose harder, tighter with every touch. Wu Suo Wei’s hand returned upward, fingers wrapping around him once more, giving a firmer stroke this time.
“You should be proud,” he said with a short laugh, utterly unaware of the raw edge he was scraping against. “Most guys would kill for this.”
Wu Suo Wei’s strokes grew bolder, his grip sliding from base to tip in a slow, testing rhythm. He gave a low whistle under his breath, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was holding. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered, though his grin betrayed how much fun he was having. “How do you even walk around with it? Must be a nightmare finding pants that fit.”
He leaned forward slightly, curiosity sparking in his eyes as he glanced down between them. Tilting his head, he held Chi Cheng upright in his hand, comparing it to his own bare stomach where the desk pressed against him. “Shit… it’s nearly up to here,” he said with a laugh, as though announcing a measurement, not stroking another man.
His thumb circled the head again, gathering more wetness, and he lifted his hand briefly to rub it between his fingers. “Sticky,” he teased, then reached down with the same easy amusement, cupping Chi Cheng’s balls once more. He rolled them in his palm, giving a playful squeeze. “No wonder you snap at everyone. Carrying this load all day would drive anyone insane.”
Then, as if the thought had just struck him, Wu Suo Wei smirked wider, glancing up through his lashes. “You know, I could probably help you out. Give you a little relief. Consider it part of your… new self.”
He chuckled, stroking him twice more, like he was proving his point with each motion—still blind to the way Chi Cheng’s self-control was fraying by the second.
Wu Suo Wei’s grip lingered at the base, stroking lazily, the smile never leaving his face. “Honestly, with this much to handle, it’s a wonder you haven’t begged someone to take care of it for you,” he teased, thumb swiping across the slick head again as if testing the texture.
Chi Cheng’s breath dragged slow and heavy through his nose, eyes fixed, unblinking. His hand tightened on Wu Suo Wei’s thigh, grounding him in place. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, threaded with mockery.
“Don’t hold back on my account,” he said. “If you want to put that smart mouth to use, don’t let me stop you.”
Wu Suo Wei blinked, then laughed, sharp and disbelieving. “What—me? You think I’d actually—” He cut himself off, eyes flicking down to where his hand still stroked, to the impossible weight he held. A mischievous spark lit behind his eyes.
“Why not?” he muttered, half to himself, shifting a little closer. “Might be worth the story.”
Wu Suo Wei paused. “Like this? No way. The angle’s all wrong.” He tilted his head toward the desk, feigning a pout. “You’ll have to let me down if you actually want me to try.”
Chi Cheng’s eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering across his face. “You think I don’t know you’re looking for an excuse to bolt?” His voice was flat.
Wu Suo Wei only grinned wider, unbothered. “If I wanted to run, I’d have done it already.”
For a long beat, Chi Cheng studied him, the weight of his gaze heavy and calculating. Finally, he let go, stepping back just enough to settle into the chair again, though his posture stayed tense, ready to pounce.
Wu Suo Wei slid down from the desk, dropping easily to his knees between Chi Cheng’s legs. He glanced up once, smirk playing at his mouth, then looked back down at what waited in front of him.
“Damn…” he breathed, almost in awe. “From down here it looks even bigger.” His hand wrapped around the thick length again, stroking slowly as his grin turned crooked, half-teasing, half-admiring.
Wu Suo Wei’s fingers traced the length slowly, almost reverent. He stroked from base to tip, pausing to give an experimental squeeze before brushing his thumb across the head again, smearing the wetness over the swollen ridge.
“Unreal,” he muttered, shaking his head as though still baffled. He leaned back a little to take in the view. “Seriously, Chi Cheng, this thing could knock someone out.”
His hand slid lower, cupping him again. “So ridiculous,” he said with a low whistle, giving a playful squeeze. His eyes flicked up briefly, catching the sharpness of Chi Cheng’s stare, but instead of shrinking back he smirked wider.
Then, after a pause, he tilted his head, tongue darting across his bottom lip as if the idea had just struck him. “Alright,” he murmured, almost to himself, “let’s see what all the fuss is about.”
Wu Suo Wei leaned in and pressed his mouth to the flushed tip, lips parting just enough to taste the dampness there. His eyes flicked up again as he added, “Guess I’ll find out firsthand.”
After that first teasing brush of his lips, he opened wider and took Chi Cheng into his mouth with sudden boldness, sliding down as far as he could in one go. The thickness forced his jaw wide, but instead of slowing, he hummed low in his throat, the sound vibrating against the heat filling him.
His hand gripped the base firmly, pumping in time with the wet pull of his mouth, while the other squeezed along the weight below, unashamedly exploring every part of him. He pulled back only to lick up the length in one long stroke, then swallowed him down again, reckless and eager, as though proving he could handle it.
When he came up for a breath, lips wet and glistening, Wu Suo Wei let out a quick laugh. “Shit… it feels so much bigger in my mouth than in my hand.”
Before Chi Cheng could answer, he went back down, tongue swirling, sucking hard like he was determined to drag a reaction out of the man towering above him.
Chi Cheng’s composure finally cracked. A sharp breath tore from his chest, his hand shooting down to fist in Wu Suo Wei’s hair. He didn’t yank hard, but the grip was firm, holding him exactly where he wanted him.
“Fuck…” The word slipped out low, rough, before his teeth snapped shut again. His jaw worked, muscles tight, as he looked down at the sight of Wu Suo Wei kneeling there, lips stretched wide around him.
Wu Suo Wei glanced up, eyes glinting with mischief even as his mouth stayed full. He hummed, the vibration pulling another ragged exhale from above. Chi Cheng’s grip tightened, pushing him down farther.
“Still think you’re in charge?” Chi Cheng muttered through clenched teeth, his voice dark, almost guttural. He pulled him back an inch, only to drive him down again, the wet sound obscene in the small room.
Wu Suo Wei coughed once, his grin crooked even around the stretch of his lips. The sheer audacity of it made Chi Cheng’s hand clench harder in his hair.
“You really don’t know what you’ve started, Da Bao,” he said, breath sharp, his control slipping with every move of Wu Suo Wei’s mouth.
Chi Cheng’s grip tightened, his knuckles whitening in Wu Suo Wei’s hair as he forced him into a rougher rhythm. The chair creaked beneath his weight, every thrust pushing deep into the wet heat of Wu Suo Wei’s mouth.
“So good…” he ground out between heavy breaths. “This isn’t your first time, is it?” His tone was low, laced with cruel amusement. He pulled Wu Suo Wei back just far enough to let him gasp in air before shoving him down again. “No one gets that good without practice.”
Wu Suo Wei made a muffled sound, but it only earned him another sharp push—his lips stretched wide, throat working around the intrusion. Saliva slicked his chin, his jaw aching.
“How many guys have you been on your knees for, Da Bao? Five? Ten? Or do you not even bother to keep count anymore?” His hips snapped forward, forcing a gag—and the sound made his smirk sharpen.
He held Wu Suo Wei there, buried to the hilt, feeling the desperate swallow around him. His voice dropped darker still. “Pathetic… acting like this is a joke when you’re choking on.”
Chi Cheng yanked him back by the hair, letting him finally drag in a breath. Wu Suo Wei coughed once, spit slicking his chin, then wiped it away with the back of his hand. Even in that state, his grin came back fast—crooked and daring.
“Ego much?” he rasped, still catching his breath. “Please. If that was supposed to scare me, you’ll have to do better. I can take more than that.”
He licked his swollen lips, eyes glinting with mischief as he looked up at Chi Cheng. “And for the record,” he added with a hoarse laugh, “if I had done this before, I’d at least know not to waste it on guys who can’t keep their cool.”
Chi Cheng’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening, but the smirk that tugged at his mouth made it clear Wu Suo Wei had only stoked the fire further. He leaned forward in the chair, one hand still tangled in Wu Suo Wei’s hair, their foreheads almost touched.
“Not waste it?” he echoed, voice low and cutting. “Then prove it. Show me you can take it without falling apart.”
Before Wu Suo Wei could fire back, Chi Cheng shoved him down again, forcing him past the limit of comfort. His grip held him there—relentless—until Wu Suo Wei’s throat convulsed around him, the wet sound obscene in the cramped room.
“Come on,” Chi Cheng growled, hips driving up. “Didn’t you just say you can handle more? Don’t back out now.”
Wu Suo Wei gagged, eyes watering, but when Chi Cheng dragged him back for a gasp of air, he still managed a breathless laugh, spit slicking his chin. The reckless spark in his gaze hadn’t dimmed—if anything, it burned brighter. He coughed once, then grinned up through damp lashes, voice rough but mocking.
“That all you’ve got? I was expecting the great Chi Cheng to last longer before losing his cool.”
The words had barely left his mouth before Chi Cheng’s patience snapped. With a sharp pull, he dragged Wu Suo Wei to his feet, then lifted him effortlessly onto the desk again. Papers scattered, the wood groaned under the sudden weight as Chi Cheng forced him back down.
“Enough.” His voice was like steel—low, vibrating with restraint stretched thin. His hands clamped hard on Wu Suo Wei’s thighs, spreading them wide once more. “You wanted to provoke me even more? Congratulations. You’ve got exactly what you asked for.”
Wu Suo Wei’s grin flickered, daring even now. “Finally,” he taunted, folding his arms behind his head again. “Took you long enough.”
Chi Cheng loomed over him, jaw set, eyes burning—the threat of what came next heavy in the air. His grip on the thighs tightened, thumbs digging into the muscle as he leaned in close, his mouth by Wu Suo Wei’s ear.
“This is your last chance,” he said, voice dark and steady, each word like iron. “Laugh one more time, and I won’t hold back.”
Wu Suo Wei’s chest shook with soft laughter, the sound careless, teasing. He tipped his head back against the desk, eyes glittering with defiance. “Go on, then. I don’t believe you’ll do it.”
That was all it took.
Chi Cheng shoved his knees wider, dragging him into position with ruthless efficiency. His hips snapped forward in one unhesitating thrust, burying himself halfway inside.
Wu Suo Wei’s laugh broke into a sharp gasp, his grin faltering at the sudden stretch, the burn stealing his breath. His hands clenched behind his head, knuckles white.
Chi Cheng’s jaw locked as he held him down, eyes fixed, breath hard. “Still think this is a joke?” he growled, thrust driving deep, leaving no room for escape.
The grin on Wu Suo Wei’s face collapsed into a sharp cry, his breath shattering as the stretch hit him all at once. It burned, his body clenching tight around the intrusion. For a moment he couldn’t even catch his breath, eyes wide, chest heaving as the reality of Chi Cheng’s size sank in.
“F–fuck—” The word tore out of him raw, cut off by a groan he tried to swallow back. His hands flew down from behind his head, gripping the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles blanched.
Chi Cheng didn’t slow. His expression stayed hard, focused, as he pushed in deeper, forcing Wu Suo Wei’s body to open around him inch by relentless inch. The wet drag and the sharp slap of hips against skin filled the air—merciless and steady.
Wu Suo Wei writhed, gasping, half-choked on the sensation. “Too—too much,” he stammered, the words tumbling out unguarded. His thighs trembled where Chi Cheng’s hands held them wide, refusing to let him close up.
“You asked for this,” he growled, driving in harder. “Now take it.”
Wu Suo Wei’s breath broke in ragged bursts, every thrust tearing a raw sound from his throat. His body clenched desperately, fighting against the brutal stretch, but Chi Cheng held him wide open.
The desk groaned under the force, the slap of skin against skin echoing sharp in the small room. Wu Suo Wei twisted, his nails scraping uselessly across the polished surface, trying to anchor himself against the pain that shot through him.
“Stop—ah, fuck—slower—” The words spilled out between gasps, fractured, his voice cracking under the strain. Sweat gathered at his temples, his legs trembling violently, but there was no escape with Chi Cheng’s hands iron-locked around his thighs.
Chi Cheng’s face was a mask of control. He drove forward again, hips snapping with calculated force, as if determined to push past every barrier Wu Suo Wei tried to throw up.
Wu Suo Wei’s eyes squeezed shut, teeth sinking into his lip hard enough to draw blood, but it did nothing to block out the relentless invasion. The pain pressed hot and sharp through every nerve, suffocating, unbearable—and still, Chi Cheng didn’t falter.
Chi Cheng’s thrusts slowed, the pressure unrelenting. His gaze stayed locked on the smaller man’s face, watching the struggle there with cutting precision.
“What’s the matter?” His voice was low, almost calm. “You really think this is too much?”
Chi Cheng didn’t wait for a reply. With one brutal snap of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt, forcing every last inch inside. The cry that tore from Wu Suo Wei’s throat was raw, broken—his back arching violently off the desk as his body clamped down hard.
Chi Cheng stilled there, deep, implacable, holding him in place as though pinning him to the wood itself.
Wu Suo Wei’s chest heaved, sweat beading down his temples as he fought to steady himself, every muscle trembling with the impossible fullness stretching him open. The pain throbbed through him, sharp and merciless, leaving no room for anything else.
Trapped, gasping, he could only fight against himself—against the instinct to resist, against the overwhelming urge to break.
Then Chi Cheng moved—a slow drag back, every inch pulling a fresh sting from stretched flesh before he slammed forward again with brutal force. The desk rattled under the impact, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
Wu Suo Wei’s cry cracked high, his hands clawing at the wood against the relentless rhythm. His legs trembled, pinned open, offering no escape as Chi Cheng drove into him again and again, each stroke deeper, harder, shaking the breath out of his lungs.
“Shit—ah—” His voice broke, words dissolving into raw sound. His body writhed beneath the weight, overwhelmed by the sheer size filling him, pain lancing through with every movement.
Chi Cheng’s jaw clenched, his pace measured but merciless. His eyes locked on Wu Suo Wei’s as his hips snapped forward once more. “You thought you could handle this?” His voice was rough, cutting through the rhythm. “Now you’ll learn what it means to be stretched open.”
The smaller man’s back arched helplessly, his cry muffled against his own clenched teeth, caught between the urge to resist and the impossibility of escape. His body jolted with every impact, his cries spilling raw and broken. Thighs quivered, stretched wide in Chi Cheng’s grip, the pressure unbearable—every slam a new shock of pain tearing through him.
“Too much—ah, fuck—stop, it’s—” His voice cracked apart, words lost in ragged gasps. He twisted beneath the weight, sweat slicking his skin, but there was no escape from the relentless rhythm pounding into him.
Chi Cheng’s breathing grew heavier, teeth gritted, eyes locked on the man writhing beneath him. His hips snapped, driving deep in ruthless succession, ignoring the pleas. “You wanted to laugh at me?” His voice was low, rough, cutting between thrusts. “Then choke on it—every inch.”
The smaller man’s body convulsed, his back arching as another strangled cry tore from his throat. The pain consumed him, white-hot, unending—yet Chi Cheng only hammering him into the desk without mercy. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed sharp and merciless in the cramped room, drowning out everything but the broken cries tearing from Wu Suo Wei’s throat.
Wu Suo Wei writhed helplessly, his body straining against the desk, every nerve burning from the stretch. His arms shook with the effort of holding on. “I—can’t—ah—fuck—” His voice cracked, the words collapsing into ragged moans as the rhythm only drove deeper.
Chi Cheng’s grip on his thighs was bruising, keeping him spread wide no matter how violently he shook. His jaw was tight, teeth gritted, but his eyes burned with cold focus.
“You think you can’t?” His voice was rough, ground out between thrusts. “But you will anyway. You’ll take every bit of it, if you want it or not.”
Wu Suo Wei’s head snapped back, mouth open in a cry that dissolved into raw sound. The pain didn’t ease—it sharpened with every brutal slam, stealing his breath, breaking down what little defiance he had left.
“F–fuck… you…” The words came out strangled, torn apart by sharp gasps. His voice cracked, thin with pain, but he forced the grin back onto his lips even as his eyes watered. “Is… that all you’ve got?”
Chi Cheng’s hips snapped forward harder in answer, the desk shuddering violently under the impact.
Wu Suo Wei cried out, teeth sinking into his lip to smother the sound, then spat breathlessly, “You’re… not breaking me.” The defiance trembled on his tongue, more bravado than truth, but he clung to it as if the words alone might hold him together.
Chi Cheng leaned in close, breath hot against his cheek, eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “Not yet,” he said, voice low and cutting as he slammed into him again. “But you will.”
Wu Suo Wei’s laugh cracked into a groan, the sound collapsing under the next thrust. Still, his gaze flickered up, reckless, daring, even as his body shook apart beneath the relentless pace. He tried to speak, lips parting on another defiant retort, but the words broke off into a raw moan as the next thrust drove deep.
“F–fuck… Chi-ge—” His voice cracked, the rest lost in a moan as his body clamped tight, helpless.
Chi Cheng leaned over him, his breath ragged but his tone sharp, mocking. “That’s better. No more games. No more jokes. Just you—spread wide, taking me.”
The rhythm stayed ruthless, every slam of Chi Cheng’s hips rattling through Wu Suo Wei’s body. His throat was raw from the cries he couldn’t hold back.
It still hurt—God, it burned every time Chi Cheng forced him open wider—but somewhere beneath the sharp edge of pain, something shifted. A spark, buried deep, flared hot when Chi Cheng struck the right angle.
Wu Suo Wei gasped, the sound torn from him before he realized it. His eyes flew wide, shock flashing through them. “No—ah—fuck—” He tried to shake his head, but another thrust dragged the same reaction from him, sharper, harder.
Chi Cheng noticed instantly. His smirk deepened, satisfaction etched into the hard lines of his face. “There it is,” he growled, voice low and sure as he drove forward again, aiming for the same spot.
Wu Suo Wei choked on the moan that ripped out of him, his body trembling violently. “N–no, that’s not—” His words collapsed as his back arched off the desk, muscles betraying him.
“Don’t bother denying it, Da Bao,” he hissed, his thrusts controlled and punishing. “Your body gave you away a long time ago.”
Wu Suo Wei squeezed his eyes shut, teeth sinking into his lip again, but it was useless—the clash of pain and raw pleasure rolled through him with every drive forward, leaving him fighting not just Chi Cheng but himself.
Chi Cheng loomed over him, jaw set, sweat streaking his temple, eyes locked with fierce, unshakable focus. Each snap of his hips came harder, faster—reckless in its precision—and Wu Suo Wei could feel the tremor running through him, the tension coiling tight beneath his skin.
And then it stopped.
Chi Cheng buried himself deep and held there, every muscle locked tight, his breath tearing harshly through his lungs. His hands clamped down harder on Wu Suo Wei’s thighs, pinning him wide, refusing even the smallest movement.
Wu Suo Wei gasped, stunned, his body still trembling from the rhythm that had been cut off so abruptly. The sharp edge of pain pulsed through him, but beneath it lingered the faint glow of something else—unfulfilled, hanging heavy in the silence.
His eyes dazed, meeting Chi Cheng’s stare above him. The taller man’s jaw was clenched, teeth gritted, chest rising and falling hard as he forced the tremor in his body under control.
“You thought I’d let you off that easy?” Chi Cheng’s voice was rough, low, scraping against Wu Suo Wei’s ear. “Not a chance.”
Wu Suo Wei swallowed, breath catching, his hands clawing uselessly at the desk. A shaky laugh slipped free despite the fire still burning inside him. “You—bastard… you stopped on purpose.”
Chi Cheng’s smirk was cruel, steady even through the strain. “Exactly. You don’t get to decide when this ends. I do.” He didn’t give him a heartbeat more. With a sudden snap of his hips, he drove back into him.
Wu Suo Wei’s cry tore out raw. The momentary reprieve was gone—replaced by nothing but pure, relentless power. Chi Cheng pounded into him with merciless precision.
The rhythm was brutal, each thrust deep and unforgiving, pushing past every barrier his body tried to raise. The pain flared white-hot all over again, stealing his breath, yet pleasure flickered through it too—uncontrollable.
Chi Cheng loomed over him, sweat dripping from his jaw, eyes fixed and unblinking as he ground the words out between clenched teeth. “You wanted to laugh—mock me—test me? This is what you asked for.”
Wu Suo Wei’s head thrashed against the desk, his mouth open on broken moans he couldn’t swallow down. “Ah—Chi-ge—” His voice cracked, nothing left of the careless grin, only ragged sounds spilling out as his body was driven mercilessly against the desk.
The desk shook with every punishing thrust, the wood groaning under the pace. Wu Suo Wei’s body buckled, his cheek smearing sweat across the desk. His cries had gone hoarse, breaking into strangled gasps that barely kept up with the rhythm.
He was close to unraveling completely—every nerve raw, every muscle trembling as though he might fall apart.
Chi Cheng’s mouth by Wu Suo Wei’s ear, breath hot and uneven but voice steady, cruelly precise.
“Look at you,” he growled, slamming into him harder, forcing another choked cry. “This what you wanted? To be stretched open until you can’t breathe?”
Wu Suo Wei’s fingers slipped on the edge, knuckles bone-white. “S–shut up—” he rasped, though the words collapsed into a moan as his body clenched hard around the hard length inside him.
Chi Cheng smirked against his ear, unrelenting. “You said I wouldn’t dare. That I couldn’t break you.” His hips snapped harder, bruising force behind every thrust. “And yet here you are—shaking and crying on my cock.”
Wu Suo Wei squeezed his eyes shut, teeth sinking into his lip, his whole body trembling violently under the assault. The line between pain and pleasure blurred until he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
Chi Cheng pinned him down harder, growling low, “Say it, Da Bao. Say you were wrong.”
“I—” Wu Suo Wei gasped, the word splintering into a cry as his body convulsed under another brutal slam. His fingers clawed helplessly at the surface, searching for anything to hold on to.
“Say you were wrong, or I’ll fuck it out of you until you can’t speak at all.”
The smaller man’s jaw trembled, his lip split from biting down too hard, his eyes squeezed shut as if that could keep the words in. But another savage thrust broke him open, dragging the confession raw from his throat.
“I—I was wrong!” he choked out, the sound torn, half sob, half groan.
Chi Cheng’s smirk curved against his ear, satisfied, though his hips never slowed. If anything, he pushed harder, as though claiming the words with every brutal thrust.
“Good,” he growled. “Now remember it. Every time you test me—you’ll end up here. Right under me.”
Wu Suo Wei’s cry dissolved into another broken moan, his body shuddering violently as he clung to the desk, shattered by the rhythm that showed no mercy.
Chi Cheng’s movements grew sharper, ragged with urgency, the earlier control giving way to raw force. His grip on Wu Suo Wei’s thighs was bruising, holding him open as he pounded in with ruthless precision.
Wu Suo Wei’s voice had gone hoarse, cries dissolving into broken gasps, his body quaking under the relentless pace. His cheek stuck to the sweat-slick wood, every muscle straining to endure as Chi Cheng drove him closer to the edge.
Then Chi Cheng’s rhythm faltered—not weaker, but frantic, the sound of skin against skin echoing sharp and obscene in the small room. His breath tore from him, rough and uneven, chest heaving as the coil inside snapped.
With a guttural growl, Chi Cheng buried himself to the hilt and came, the hot rush filling his roommate in heavy pulses. His jaw clenched, teeth bared, hand pressing Wu Suo Wei flat against the desk as he shuddered through release.
Wu Suo Wei cried out as he came too. Body convulsing at the sudden flood, stretched to breaking, chest heaving as if he couldn’t draw enough air. His eyes squeezed shut, every nerve raw, overwhelmed by the brutal finish.
Chi Cheng stayed there, buried deep, breath ragged against Wu Suo Wei’s ear, his weight heavy, dominant even in the aftermath.
“Remember this,” he rasped, voice rough with satisfaction. “You asked for it.”
Wu Suo Wei trembled beneath him, broken gasps spilling out, too shattered to form a reply. His chest still heaved, body trembling from the brutal rhythm he’d endured, but a crooked laugh slipped past his lips. Instead of pushing away, he hooked his arms around Chi Cheng’s shoulders and pulled him down, pressing a kiss against his mouth—messy, breathless, but real.
Chi Cheng stiffened for a beat, then returned it, his grip still firm on Wu Suo Wei as their lips moved together. When he pulled back, his eyes burned steady, searching. “So,” he asked, voice low and rough, “was it the way you imagined?”
Wu Suo Wei’s grin widened, reckless even through exhaustion. “Better,” he said hoarsely, his forehead resting against Chi Cheng’s. “Much better.”
Chi Cheng smirked, satisfied, before pulling out and lifting him from the desk. Wu Suo Wei let his head fall against the broader man’s shoulder, arms looped lazily around his neck as Chi Cheng carried him into the bathroom with effortless strength.
Still catching his breath, Wu Suo Wei chuckled. “You know… we should do more of these little roleplays. Shake up the routine.”
Chi Cheng set him carefully down, a dark laugh rumbling low in his throat. “Better not,” he muttered, turning on the water. “The neighbors will lose their minds if we keep this up.”
Wu Suo Wei only grinned wider, eyes glinting with mischief. “Then I guess we’ll just have to test how much they can handle.”
Chi Cheng shot him a look in the mirror—half warning, half promise.