The Assassin's Enemy Lover

He would rather find another alternative. The best way to describe him would be like that one partner where if you say no to them because you aren’t in the mood.

They would just respond with a simple, “Okay,” before rolling away to their side of the bed and going straight to sleep. Dating such a kind of person one shouldn’t expect to be coaxed.

Zi Han was exactly like that that is until today when he found how amazing Yi Chen was with his hands. For the first time, he didn’t want to let that shit go. He was going to fight for it.

“So you brought me all the way here and promised me a massage but now you want to back out? Chen-ge, why are you so heartless?” he complained with an aggrieved tone.

Yi Chen, “.....”

What was he supposed to tell him? I didn’t think I would get a boner while rubbing your body? He didn’t want to disappoint Zi Han but he really couldn’t do it.

His comrade down south was already showing signs of awakening and this was before Zi Han even took off his clothes.

“I am really sorry. It wasn’t my intention....,” he said before Zi Han abruptly cut him off,

.....

“To string me along? Fine, since that’s what you want I can’t force you.”

Zi Han was pressed for time hence he moved from zero to a hundred in seconds. Emotional blackmail was absolutely necessary to get what he wanted. He made for the door and said, “Next time don’t invite me over if you are just going to break your promise.”

After he said this Yi Chen immediately panicked. He could hear the underline meaning in those words. Zi Han wouldn’t come back home with him anymore. This wasn’t what he wanted so he grabbed Zi Han’s arm on impulse and pulled him back.

A gleeful smile appeared on Zi Han’s face his attitude taking a hundred and eighty-degree turn. “So where do you want me? The couch or the bed?” he asked walking back into the apartment with an expectant gaze.

“Uh... I,” were the sounds coming out of Yi Chen’s mouth stumped for words. Zi Han had actually blackmailed him without him knowing. ‘Shit.... I am fucked,’ he swore to himself before resigning to his fate.

Five minutes later Zi Han was lying down shirtless on a retractable massage bed in anticipation.

He initially wanted to take off all his clothes and wear only a towel but Yi Chen refused and even threatened to end the session if he dared act stubborn.

“Okay, no need to be snippy. I will keep my pants on,” was Zi Han’s response as he lay flat on his tummy.

“No matter what don’t move.... if you do I will stop,” added Yi Chen his breathing a little unnatural.

Zi Han was happy that Yi Chen had agreed to do this so he didn’t mind acting obedient in front of him. “Mn,” he responded with his eyes closed.

“And this is the only time I am doing it for you,” added Yi Chen and Zi Han replied yet again,

“Mn,” but internally he was saying, ‘Sure.... keep thinking that.’

Yi Chen wasn’t at all reassured but he couldn’t keep stalling. A sweet scent of strawberry wine filled the bedroom and as it wafted into Zi Han’s nose he felt a tingling sensation spread like a wave all over his body.

The scented candle smelt so good that he couldn’t help but ask, “What flavor is that?”

Yi Chen who was trying to keep his calm as he stood there waiting for the wax to melt into a puddle responded, “It’s strawberry wine.”

Zi Han found it amusing that he directly said, “It smells romantic like something couples would use. The only thing missing are rose petals and sensual music. Hahaha too bad I am not a girl otherwise I would suspect you were trying to get into my pants.”

Yi Chen who was exposed couldn’t help but lash out. “New rule. No talking while I am doing this otherwise I will stop immediately,” he said with a serious tone like he would really do it.

Zi Han raised his head slightly while saying, “So many rules. What are you going to tell me not to do next? Let me guess if I dare make a groan you will stop as well?”

Yi Chen’s lips twitched as he reached for the candle. How could he have forgotten that? If this guy kept moaning and groaning like before he might not be able to resist the temptation.

“That too,” said Yi Chen as he poured out the warm candle wax made out of a blend of oils and an aroma that created an intimate ambiance. Now thinking of it he shouldn’t have taken this one from his mother’s closet.

That’s because like Zi Han said the aromatic candle oil smelt like something used in an intimate setting. When he asked his mother for massage oil she told him to check where she keeps all her personal care products.

When he saw this one was still sealed he just grabbed it but it turns out that this must be something his mother planned to use during sexy time.

‘Shit,’ he swore internally having already foreseen his mother questioning him when he gets home.

While lost in thought he skillfully kneaded Zi Han’s muscles with his thumbs and palms making the person laying there smile contentedly. Yi Chen was still a rookie at this but to Zi Han, it was the best massage of his life.

“Is the pressure okay?” asked Yi Chen his voice low-pitched and slightly hoarse.

Zi Han who remembered the rules could still restrain himself. He nodded his head and closed his eyes as he imagined those gifted hands gliding on his bare skin. All the tension and stress began to unravel through the power of touch.

As Yi Chen’s knuckles glid down his spine Zi Han couldn’t hold back anymore. “Ohhh fuck... Whoever is going to marry you..... will the luckiest woman alive-..... ah fuck,” whispered Zi Han unable to contain himself.

Yi Chen who was already having a hard time finally snapped. That gruff groan had the bulge below his belt growing drastically. It was like a large tent pointing to what it desired the most.

Zi Han had absolutely no idea he had provoked a beast as he continued moaning and groaning in contentment.

“Harder.... yeah, just like that..... ohhh fuck..... mhm.... oh my god that’s good.... yes.... oh god yes,” he kept on going till Yi Chen’s face blossomed like a ripe cherry.

He couldn’t help but imagine that repetitive dream he kept having. It was the one where he pressed Zi Han on the locker. The visuals of him thrusting and Zi Han moaning now had audio and boy, was it smutty.

He clenched his jaw and swallowed hard trying to endure it. Well, that is until Zi Han started saying, “Lower, lower.... a little lower....”

By the last ‘lower’ Yi Chen realized he was right at Zi Han’s tail bone and a few inches above his ass.

“Okay, that’s about enough,” said Yi Chen before grabbing a warm towel and wiping the excess oil off Zi Han’s back.