Chapter 42: Strip
The apartment door barely clicked shut before Ge Lin was already breathless, pinned against it, Andre's mouth on his throat.
"Hm… haa… Andre—ah… let's go… to your room," he gasped, trying to steady himself as Andre's teeth scraped along his collarbone. "I–I can't… haa… not here—"
"No," Andre's voice was cold, commanding, each syllable cutting through Ge Lin's trembling plea. "We do it here."
Before he could argue, Andre's hand slipped beneath his shirt, rough fingertips dragging over sensitive skin. His mouth descended, clamping down on a nipple, sucking so hard Ge Lin cried out in startled pleasure.
"Hnnngh! Haa… mmm, ahh… w-why… why here?" Ge Lin's knees nearly buckled, his back arching as sharp pain and electric heat rushed down to his crotch.
Andre bit down, not enough to draw blood but hard enough to make Ge Lin jerk. Then, just as suddenly, he stopped, lips leaving wet heat behind, eyes narrowing as though he'd been interrupted in thought.
"You know I don't fuck in my room," Andre said flatly, stepping back, silver eyes gleaming in the dim light.
The sudden emptiness made Ge Lin whimper, chest heaving. "T-then—ah, don't stop, An de… please continue… then let's go to mine, as usual…"
Andre didn't move. He only stared—cold, unreadable, a storm behind still waters. Then he spoke, low and unwavering:
"Strip."
Ge Lin froze. "…What?"
Andre leaned back against the couch, legs spread, his presence filling the room with silent authority. "Strip. And touch yourself—if you want me to fuck you."
That tone… calm, unshakable, deadly serious. The tone Andre always used when he decided something, and nothing in the world could sway him.
A shiver ran down Ge Lin's spine. He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. Andre had given him orders before—rough pushes, whispered commands—but tonight felt different. Darker.
Still, if this was what Andre wanted…
"…Fine," he whispered, voice trembling.
His hands rose, fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head slowly, deliberately, letting his body twist so Andre could see every line. Andre's gaze never shifted, calm and sharp, watching as though evaluating him.
The air felt heavy as Ge Lin slid his pants down, letting them pool at his ankles. He stepped out, bare now except for the flush of heat spreading across his skin.
Andre didn't blink. "All of it."
Ge Lin's breath caught. He hooked his thumbs into his underwear and pushed them down, his erection springing free, already hard and aching under Andre's gaze.
"Good," Andre murmured.
Ge Lin approached the coffee table, climbing up, lying back, deliberately spreading himself open. He tilted his head, eyes locking with Andre's. His fingers trailed down his chest, circling his nipples, pinching until sharp sparks made him moan.
"Haa… hnnh… like this?" he whispered, voice husky, needy.
Andre leaned back, eyes dark, lips pressed into a thin line. His silence was more intoxicating than words—watching, waiting, judging.
Encouraged by the intensity, Ge Lin slid his hand lower, fingers ghosting over his lower stomach before wrapping around his cock.
"Ahh—mmnnh, Andre… watching me?" he whispered, pumping slowly, letting his hips twitch upward. "Only you look at me like this… only you make me—hnnh—ahhh—feel this way…"
Andre tilted his head, calm, but inside his chest a storm brewed. His gaze traced every movement—Ge Lin's flushed skin, the trembling moans spilling out of him, the way his body writhed in desperate offering.
It should disgust him. It should make him push Ge Lin away.
But instead… his blood boiled.
"Faster," Andre ordered, his voice still low, but carrying weight like steel.
Ge Lin obeyed instantly, his hand moving quicker, hips lifting off the table with every desperate jerk. His head fell back, sweat glistening at his temples.
"Hnnngh—ahhh—fuck… Andre, I'm… I'm close—"
"Don't you dare," Andre cut him off sharply, standing now, his presence looming as he approached the table.
Ge Lin whimpered, panting, trying to hold back the climax clawing at his stomach. "Ahhh—p-please, An de—"
Andre's hand shot out, wrapping around his wrist, forcing it still. His silver eyes burned as he leaned over, face inches away. "You don't get to cum unless I say so."
The authority in his voice made Ge Lin's chest tighten, arousal surging so violently he nearly cried. "Haa… ahhh, y-yes… yes, Andre—"
Andre released his wrist, but only to slide his own hand down, gripping Ge Lin's cock in one swift, merciless stroke.
"Ahhh—!" Ge Lin arched, his back nearly lifting off the table, a choked cry spilling out.
Andre's strokes were rough, unrelenting, not giving him a moment to breathe. His other hand pressed down hard on Ge Lin's stomach, pinning him as though reminding him who was in control.
"You begged for this," Andre said, his tone cold but his pace merciless. "So take it."
"Y-yes—hnnhhh—ahhh, Andre… more, more—please don't stop—haa—"
Ge Lin's entire body shook, sweat rolling down his chest. The table creaked under his weight as Andre pumped harder, punishing, until Ge Lin's moans grew broken, strangled, incoherent.
"Who do you belong to?" Andre's voice dropped lower, harsh, almost dangerous.
"You—ahhh—Andre—I belong to you—hnnnnghh—!"
"Louder."
"I BELONG TO YOU—!" Ge Lin screamed, his voice cracking as his body convulsed.
Andre's grip tightened, his strokes faster, brutal, until Ge Lin's release burst out, spilling over his stomach and Andre's hand. His scream broke into whimpers, his body trembling violently, chest heaving as he collapsed back against the table.
The room was filled with the sound of Ge Lin's ragged breathing, the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, and Andre's quiet, calm breaths as he slowly pulled his hand back, sticky with evidence of what he had just forced out of him.
Andre stared at his hand, then at Ge Lin's limp, flushed body sprawled before him, trembling, eyes glassy.
A wave of disgust flickered in Andre's chest—not at Ge Lin, but at himself.
His hand clenched.
"…Pathetic," he whispered, though his voice wavered with something unspoken.
Ge Lin barely heard him, too lost in the aftershocks, a weak smile on his lips. "Haa… haahhh… s-still denying it, Andre…? If this isn't desire, then what is…?"
Andre didn't answer.
He turned, walking toward the bathroom in silence, leaving Ge Lin panting on the table, shivering with both pleasure and confusion, his words hanging in the heavy air.