Chapter 28

Chapter 28
“You know what carino, i’d rather eat you,” Cheng muttered, his tone dark, unfiltered.
“Well I'll eat my meal later.“ he muttered before beginning his dinner.
They finished dinner in silence.
The plates were half empty, the air still warm with quiet tension.
Lian stood up, collecting the dishes out of habit. “I’ll clean up,” he said softly.
But before he could take a single step, Cheng’s hand caught his wrist.
“Leave it.”
Lian blinked, surprised. “It’ll only take a minute—”
Cheng stood, his voice low but firm. “I said leave it, carinò.”
Lian frowned a little. “Why? It’ll look messy if—”
Cheng’s tone cut through the air, slow and deep. “Because the maid will clear it in the morning. You don’t touch a damn thing, i paid the maids for this.”
Lian hesitated, staring up at him. “You’re acting like I can’t clean a table.”
“You can,” Cheng said, stepping closer. “But you won’t. Not tonight.”
Lian’s brows furrowed slightly. “And why not?”
A smirk curved at the corner of Cheng’s lips. “Because I have another meal to finish.”
Before Lian could even process the words, Cheng stood up and grabbed him by the waist and lifted him effortlessly one arm hooked behind his knees, the other around his back.
“Cheng!” Lian gasped, eyes wide as his view suddenly flipped.
Cheng carried him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing, his free hand resting possessively at the back of Lian’s thigh. His tone was low, rough, dripping dominance.
“You really don’t listen, do you?”
“Put me down!” Lian said, his voice sharp, face flushed.
Cheng ignored him completely, walking toward the staircase. “I told you I’d eat later. You didn’t ask what kind of meal I meant.”
Lian hit his shoulder lightly. “That’s not funny!”
“Who said I was joking?” Cheng said, his tone dark and amused.
Lian could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. His face burned as Cheng climbed the stairs, carrying him with ease like it was nothing.
“Cheng!” Lian hissed, his hands pressing against his back. “You’re crazy!”
“Maybe,” Cheng muttered. “But you made me wait too long.”
He reached the bedroom and kicked the door open with his foot, still holding Lian firmly. The lights were low and dim throwing soft shadows across the room.
Cheng walked to the bed and set him down gently, though the look in his eyes was anything but gentle.
Lian pushed himself up quickly. “You can’t just—”
Cheng leaned down, bracing one hand beside him. “Can’t what?”
Lian swallowed, his pulse racing. “You can’t just pick me up like that—”
Cheng’s smirk deepened. “I just did.”
“Cheng—”
“Shh,” Cheng said, voice husky. “You waited for me, cooked for me, smiled at me like that. What did you think would happen?”
Lian’s lips parted. “I didn’t—”
“Yes, you did,” Cheng interrupted softly. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
His words came out slow, deliberate, dark.
Lian’s breath hitched. “I just wanted you to eat.”
“Oh, I will,” Cheng murmured, eyes dropping to Lian’s lips. “Just not dinner.”
Lian’s heart skipped. His hands trembled slightly where they rested on the bed. “You’re impossible.”
Cheng’s smile turned faintly dangerous. “You say that like it’s new.”
He leaned closer, his breath brushing Lian’s ear. “You really thought I’d let you go to sleep after that dinner?”
Lian whispered, “You should.”
Cheng’s voice dropped darker. “I don’t do should.”
He straightened, his hand sliding along Lian’s jaw for a moment before he finally said, “You keep waking parts of me I’ve spent years trying to bury.”
Lian looked away. “Then bury them again.”
Cheng chuckled lowly. “Too late.”
Lian pushed at his chest weakly. “You’re insane.”
Cheng caught his hand. “Maybe. But tonight, you’re mine, and I’m not pretending otherwise.”
He pulled him closer, eyes locked, voice dark with promise.
“Now, carinò, let me finish what you started.”
Cheng tilted his face and caught his mouth in a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was hungry—messy, desperate, full of heat that made Lian’s thoughts blur.
Lian gasped softly when Cheng deepened it, one hand slipping to his waist, dragging him closer until their bodies touched, the space between them gone.
His scent, his warmth—everything about Cheng pressed into him like gravity.
Lian tried to steady himself, but Cheng’s grip was unrelenting. His thumb traced small, slow circles over Lian’s lower back, making him shiver.
Cheng pulled back slightly, their lips still a breath apart. “You taste better than the dinner we just had,” he muttered, his tone a mix of sin and satisfaction.
“Cheng…” Lian’s voice cracked, half-plea, half-wanting.
He chuckled softly, his breath brushing Lian’s lips. “Relax. I’m not going to stop”
Lian’s heart was pounding so loud he could barely hear himself speak. “You already are.”
Cheng’s smirk faded into something darker, almost vulnerable, before he leaned in again, kissing him slower this time—less hunger, more emotion, like a silent confession neither of them dared to voice.
His hand moved up, fingers tracing the curve of Lian’s spine through the thin fabric of his shirt. Each touch sent a quiet shock through him.
Lian’s hands, trembling, rested on Cheng’s shoulders, feeling the solid strength under his palms—the muscles flexing as Cheng’s movements grew deeper, rougher, needier.
Cheng pulled him closer again, his voice husky. “You shouldn’t look at me like that.”
Lian blinked. “Like what?”
“Like you want to ruin me.”
Lian almost laughed, breathless. “You’d ruin yourself.”
Cheng’s lips brushed his ear.
He kissed down Lian’s neck, slow and hot, leaving faint marks that would stay long after. Lian’s fingers curled against his chest, not to push him away, but to hold on.
“Cheng…” he whispered again, softer this time.
Cheng’s voice dropped, the words like a low growl. “Say my name again.”
Lian hesitated, but the tone in his voice left no room for disobedience. “Cheng.”
“Good,” he muttered. “That’s what I want to hear when you look at me like that especially when i fuck you hard.”
Lian’s breath hitched at Cheng’s words, the raw promise sending a jolt straight to his core. He could feel the heat building between them, Cheng’s body pressing harder against his, pinning him subtly on the bed of the dimly lit room. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that twisted desire into something sharper, more dangerous.
Cheng’s eyes locked onto Lian’s, dark and unyielding. Without another word he climbed the bed pulled lian to the edge of the bed making him to sit up right, he dropped to his knees on the ground, his hands gripping Lian’s hips firmly, thumbs digging into the fabric of his pants. Lian’s cock twitched in anticipation, already straining against the confines. Cheng’s fingers worked quickly, unzipping and tugging down Lian’s pants and underwear in one swift motion, freeing his hardening length to the cool air.
Lian watched, heart racing, as Cheng’s gaze fixed on his cock. No hesitation—Cheng leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin before his lips parted. He took Lian into his mouth, tongue swirling around the head, sucking with deliberate pressure. Lian’s hands flew to Cheng’s hair, fingers threading through the dark strands, not guiding but holding on as Cheng bobbed his head, taking him deeper with each pass.
The wet sounds filled the room, Cheng’s mouth working relentlessly—sucking, licking along the underside, his cheeks hollowing as he deep-throated Lian’s cock. Saliva dripped down, making it slick and messy. Lian groaned, hips bucking involuntarily, but Cheng’s strong hands held him steady, controlling the pace. It was possessive, like Cheng was claiming every inch, marking Lian with his mouth.
“Fuck, Cheng,” Lian gasped, his voice breaking. Cheng hummed in response, the vibration shooting pleasure up Lian’s spine. He pulled back just enough to stroke Lian’s shaft with his hand, jerking him firmly while his tongue teased the slit, lapping at the pre-cum beading there. The dual sensation—mouth and fist—pushed Lian closer to the edge, his thighs trembling.
But Cheng wasn’t done. He stood abruptly, towering over Lian again, his own arousal evident in the bulge straining his pants. With a rough yank, he stripped off Lian’s shirt, exposing his chest, then shoved him toward the bed. Lian move back, falling onto the mattress, his body buzzing with need. Cheng stripped quickly, shedding his clothes to reveal his muscled frame, his thick cock standing hard and ready.
He climbed over Lian, caging him in with his arms, their naked bodies aligning. Cheng’s mouth crashed down on Lian’s in a bruising kiss, tongues tangling as his hand wrapped around both their cocks, jerking them together in slow, firm strokes. The friction was intense, skin sliding against skin, pre-cum mixing to ease the glide. Lian arched up, moaning into the kiss, feeling the dark pull of Cheng’s dominance wrapping around him like chains.
“You’re mine tonight,” Cheng growled against his lips, his free hand pinning Lian’s wrist above his head. “Every sound, every shiver—mine.”
Lian nodded, breathless, his free hand clawing at Cheng’s back. “Yes… take me.”
Cheng released their cocks and reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking his fingers generously. He pushed Lian’s legs apart, settling between them, his gaze never leaving Lian’s face. One finger pressed in first, breaching the tight ring of muscle, then two, scissoring and stretching with precise thrusts. Lian writhed, pushing back against the intrusion, the burn mixing with pleasure as Cheng crooked his fingers, hitting that spot inside him.
“More,” Lian begged, voice husky. Cheng added a third finger, fucking them in and out, preparing him thoroughly. The wet sounds echoed, building the anticipation until Lian was panting, his cock leaking onto his stomach.
Finally, Cheng withdrew his fingers and positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock nudging Lian’s entrance. He pushed in slowly at first, inch by inch, the stretch intense and overwhelming. Lian’s nails dug into Cheng’s shoulders, a sharp cry escaping as Cheng bottomed out, filling him completely.
They stilled for a moment, breaths mingling, Cheng’s forehead pressed to Lian’s. Then he moved—pulling back and slamming in deep, setting a rhythm that was hard and unyielding. Deep strokes, each one hitting deep inside, grinding against Lian’s prostate with every thrust. The bed creaked under them, skin slapping against skin as Cheng fucked him relentlessly.
Lian’s legs wrapped around Cheng’s waist, pulling him closer, deeper. Cheng’s hand found Lian’s cock again, jerking him in time with his thrusts—fast, tight strokes that matched the punishing pace. Pleasure coiled tight in Lian’s gut, the dark intensity of Cheng’s eyes holding him captive, making it feel like more than just sex—like a possession, a vow etched in sweat and gasps.
“Cheng… I’m close,” Lian whimpered, his body tensing.
“Hold it,” Cheng commanded, his voice rough, thrusts growing erratic. He leaned down, biting at Lian’s neck, marking him as his hips snapped forward one last time. With a guttural groan, Cheng came, spilling hot inside Lian’s ass, pulsing deep as he filled him up.
The sensation tipped Lian over—his cock erupted in Cheng’s fist, cum streaking across his chest in thick ropes. Cheng milked him through it, strokes slowing as they both rode the waves, bodies locked together.
Cheng collapsed onto Lian, still buried inside him, their breaths ragged. He kissed Lian’s temple, a surprisingly tender gesture amid the raw aftermath. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, voice laced with that dark affection. “Don’t ever forget it.”
Lian smiled weakly, arms wrapping around him, the romance in the darkness binding them tighter than any words could.