Extra 2: Are you having fun? (NSFW)

This chapter contains R18+ content.

This extra explores Hong Sheng's developing sexuality! The intro describes Hong Sheng's anxiety toward sexual intimacy. It might be disturbing, so please take care!

Mood: Serious at first and then very silly, lots of sexual tension

Summary: Soon after establishing his relationship with Lu Hao, Hong Sheng frets over his fear of sexual intimacy. Wanting to overcome his anxiety, he pulls Lu Hao to undergo some tests—one of which goes very successfully.

Content: Foreplay and handjob

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Hong Sheng's impression of sex wasn't great.

When he'd been a child, he'd known it as one of those things that had caused his parents to fight. His father had been lustful. He'd always wanted more. But his mother hated his father and felt disgusted touching him. They fought about that a lot.

Sex wasn't something good. That was what he had learned growing up.

Hong Sheng didn't want or need that sort of biological impulse.

So when Lu Hao kissed him, and he felt his body reacting in strange ways he'd never felt before, Hong Sheng hadn't taken it well.

The first time Hong Sheng had gotten aroused while kissing Lu Hao, the panic attack that happened afterward was so mortifying that he and Lu Hao didn't kiss on the lips for at least a week afterward.

"Hong Sheng, baby, sweetheart." At that time, their relationship was still new, and Lu Hao had been trying out different pet names. "I don't mind. We'll go at the pace that makes you comfortable." The kiss on the cheek and gentle, reassuring smile he'd given to Hong Sheng had been in earnest, but the more Hong Sheng thought back to it, the more he felt it as the kind of pity you'd give to someone who couldn't be expected to be normal.

Hong Sheng knew how he reacted wasn't in line with expectations. That was the case for a lot of situations involving him. Of all the things he couldn't get right, a romantic relationship, in particular, was easy to screw up.

He was a failure in this department. He had no knowledge, no experience, and mental baggage.

It was a wonder that Lu Hao liked him.

But Hong Sheng didn't want to just lie around and wallow in misery. He wanted to understand why he and his body reacted this way, and work on it.

Even if he was able to fulfill Lu Hao's emotional needs, one way or another, Lu Hao's physical needs also needed to be met. Hong Sheng remembered the frustration and anger he'd heard from people who were sexually unfulfilled. They grew to resent their partners and it usually led to a break in the relationship.

Hong Sheng couldn't let that happen to him and Lu Hao.

Though Lu Hao might have been willing to take care of his own needs to respect Hong Sheng's boundaries, Hong Sheng wanted to share them with Lu Hao. He wanted to try sexual intimacy with him, and he wanted to be able to participate in solving Lu Hao's physical needs. He just needed to figure out how to keep himself from panicking.

So Hong Sheng thought about it, and he decided to tackle it in the way he knew best: he laid out his condition on paper, broke it down into components, and problem-solved for solutions.

"I would like to do a test," Hong Sheng said.

Lu Hao agreed.

When the time came, Lu Hao sat on a chair in the middle of Hong Sheng's workshop. Hong Sheng had cleared out the space around it, leaving Lu Hao displayed prominently like he was Hong Sheng's next project.

In a sense, that was the case.

Although Lu Hao didn't have any idea what was going on, once Hong Sheng took off his shirt and left his naked upper body on display, Lu Hao's interest piqued.

His eyes tracked Hong Sheng's movements very closely.

Hong Sheng gulped, his palms feeling cold and sweaty. He moved his hands toward the waistline of his pants, but as he tried to start pulling them off, he began shaking.

He could feel Lu Hao looking at him.

Lu Hao had the eyes of a beast, a predator, as he sat there on the chair. His lazy posture hid his readiness to pounce, the tense line of his muscles able to explode into action the second he saw an opportunity.

All Lu Hao was waiting for was for Hong Sheng to invite him in.

He couldn't do it.

Hong Sheng grabbed his shirt and put it back on.

Lu Hao didn't look disappointed, but his posture relaxed a fraction. He asked, "Hong Sheng?"

"Hold on. I need to write this down." Hong Sheng flipped open his journal and noted down the results, with a tentatively written 'impact of Lu Hao's vision too strong. Blindfold?' on the side.

Once done, he walked back over to Lu Hao, and this time, he stood in front of him. Hong Sheng held two black gloves in his hands, the kind that he usually wore himself. He picked up Lu Hao's hands and carefully fitted them on.

"Alright." Hong Sheng took a breath. "Touch me."

"Understood." Lu Hao quirked his lips, and he added, "Professor Sheng." Hong Sheng was momentarily confused by Lu Hao calling him 'professor', but soon, he didn't have the mental capacity to care.

Broad and warm hands landed on Hong Sheng's sides. Lu Hao had Hong Sheng in a searing hot grip. Hong Sheng shuddered in his grasp, his body heating up, a feverish line drawn on his body where Lu Hao's gloved fingertips skated.

One of the hands drew beneath his shirt and slid up his stomach toward his chest, the soft feeling of the cotton brushing on skin. "As the subject involved in your testing, can you tell me what it is you're testing for?"

Hong Sheng was dizzy with heat. "I, I'm seeing—I'm testing if—" He gasped as cotton-wrapped fingertips circled over his chest. They rubbed gently in the area around his nipple, never quite touching. "I-I-I—I'm not sure I can—"

"But professor, I want to know. You can tell me."

Why were the gloves so ineffective? Hong Sheng wondered. He'd thought this was one of his more promising ideas. "I-It's the reduction of skin contact, to see if—if you could touch me as long as there was some, some sort of barrier between..."

"Is it working?"

"Stop," Hong Sheng gasped, wretched. It was not working. His eyelashes fluttered wildly, tears caught at their edges. Lu Hao ceased his movements over the raised points of Hong Sheng's chest, and Hong Sheng heaved ragged breaths. He needed to bring his body back under control. "Stop—and, why are you calling me professor," he added, as he pulled away.

"You're conducting serious research, and I'm a participant in your study. Shouldn't I go along with the formality?" This was Lu Hao teasing him. Hong Sheng knew that, even if Lu Hao's expression and tone of voice remained impassive. But even under Hong Sheng's suspicious eyes, Lu Hao seemed to be well-behaved and compliant as he removed the gloves and returned them to Hong Sheng.

These gloves were useless. Hong Sheng threw them on his worktable to the side and noted down the results in his journal. A barrier diminishing skin contact did not reduce the effects of Lu Hao's touch on him.

"What's the next test, professor?"

The press of Hong Sheng's pen strained the paper. "You..." But Lu Hao wasn't doing anything strange. He was just asking a question. So Hong Sheng stumbled over the strangeness that question made him feel, and said, "The next is—sensory impairment. I'll try to reduce how much I feel, and—"

A sharp intake of breath came from behind him. A moment later, Lu Hao spoke in a strained voice. "Hong Sheng. Baby. Can I say something?"

Looking over, Hong Sheng saw that Lu Hao's pupils had dilated, and his fingers had curled into fists on his thighs, as opposed to the relaxed position he'd been in earlier. "What's wrong?"

"You realize your... these tests are a kind of..." Lu Hao's adam's apple bobbed, and he cleared his throat. "Cough. How were you planning to go through with the, the um, sensory impairment?"

"A blindfold to block my vision. Ear plugs to reduce sound. Why?"

Lu Hao squeezed his eyes shut, and his voice was rough, "You wanted me touch you while you were wearing them?"

"Yes."

Lu Hao was breathing harder than usual. Just when Hong Sheng was about to be concerned, Lu Hao spoke up again, "We should try something else. Hong Sheng, the purpose of these tests—it's to help you become familiar with sexual intimacy, right? How about you try it a different way?"

"What way?" Hong Sheng was curious. He'd tried his best to pick out a few avenues to progress—desensitize himself to Lu Hao's gaze, become more familiar with Lu Hao's touch, and reduce his overstimulation when surrounded by Lu Hao's, well, everything—but perhaps Lu Hao knew something Hong Sheng didn't.

"Maybe, rather than just letting yourself be touched, you should try touching me instead."

Hong Sheng thought about it. Being the initiator meant he wouldn't be overwhelmed by Lu Hao's actions, and he would be able to observe how Lu Hao reacted to touch.

Though Hong Sheng's cheeks flushed at the idea of what he would be doing to Lu Hao, he admitted that it might work.

So he said to Lu Hao, "Let's try it."

Lu Hao started by taking off his shirt.

It was the same thing Hong Sheng had done in the beginning. But now, Hong Sheng was the one looking at Lu Hao.

Lu Hao, who had closed his eyes and sat there, docilely, letting Hong Sheng's gaze roam over him like he was an object to be admired.

Hong Sheng suddenly found himself even more shaky than before.

He swallowed, mouth dry, and looked at Lu Hao's very... very... it was a lot of skin. Hong Sheng's gaze kept skittering away out of nervousness and shame, even though no one was watching him. Lu Hao was just so... Even looking at his body made Hong Sheng feel things.

It wasn't the same as when Lu Hao had been staring at him. Now, it was Hong Sheng in control. He could do this. Lu Hao was allowing him to use his body as he needed. Hong Sheng steadied himself and came closer.

The exposed, healthy tan skin of Lu Hao's body emanated heat. Hong Sheng felt scalded as his hand hovered over Lu Hao's shoulder.

His skin made contact with Lu Hao's.

A shock ran through Hong Sheng's hand up his arm, but it wasn't electricity. Hong Sheng trembled, intimidated by that touch, and his fingers curled up and away.

"Why don't you try using the gloves?"

The sound of Lu Hao's voice suddenly entered Hong Sheng's ears. "W-what?"

"The gloves. You thought it would help to touch without skin contact, right? Try it."

"...A-alright."

He shakily retrieved the gloves, and after hesitating, only put on one glove. The other hand was left bare as he returned to stand in front of Lu Hao.

Lu Hao still had his eyes closed as Hong Sheng made his second attempt at touching him. His gloved hand landed on Lu Hao's chest, right over the heart.

Yes, it was easier this way.

Hong Sheng felt the strong beat of the muscle under his hand. It was going fast, pounding extremely quickly. It made Hong Sheng realize that for as calm as Lu Hao seemed on the surface, he, too, was affected by the situation.

It was this realization that brought Hong Sheng to notice a few other details. It was easier now that he wasn't distracted by Lu Hao's gaze. He saw the dots of sweat on Lu Hao's skin, glittering under the light. The red flush around his ears and neck. The strained stillness of his muscles, like he was trying so hard to keep steady.

These were all small indicator's of Lu Hao's true state.

Once they entered Hong Sheng's eyes, he unknowingly became fascinated by them.

Hong Sheng's bare fingers brushed against Lu Hao's chest muscles, which bounced with tension under his touch. Beneath Hong Sheng's black and white hands, one gloved and the other bare, the red flush grew over Lu Hao's chest. Lu Hao was embarrassed, Hong Sheng thought, or aroused?

Was this situation arousing? Hong Sheng ran his gloved hand down Lu Hao's body. He felt Lu Hao's muscles, the tightness of his abdomen. The skin reacted beneath his hand, flexing and twitching, even though Hong Sheng wasn't doing much at all. Maybe Lu Hao was ticklish. But then Hong Sheng looked down, and he saw the tent rising in Lu Hao's pants, and he froze.

Lu Hao noticed it too. He took a deep breath, and he spoke, softly, the way a hunter whispered to not scare off the prey, "I'll take it off so you can see."

And he undid the belt and zipper of his pants, and slid it all off.

He was fully exposed beneath Hong Sheng's gaze. Distantly, Hong Sheng thought, it wasn't sanitary to sit naked on the chair. But it was Lu Hao that was naked. Very, very naked. With a very, very prominent piece of him that Hong Sheng couldn't stop staring at.

It was—

It was very—different from Hong Sheng's.

In the suddenly silent room, the sound of Hong Sheng's swallow was embarrassingly loud.

"You can touch whatever you'd like," Lu Hao said. "It's okay."

"I, it's," Hong Sheng thought he should respond somehow to what Lu Hao said, and ended up with, "Yeah."

It was only—if Hong Sheng's knowledge of anatomy was right—it was only halfway to fullness right now. It was very—magnetic to the eyes. Hong Sheng really couldn't stop looking at it.

He pried his eyes away to look at Lu Hao's—thighs, instead. They were muscular, and strong, and solid, and—why was Hong Sheng suddenly breathing so hard?

"You're not going to touch?"

"I, I, I will." That's right. He was here to conduct his tests. Gather information. Learn how to—how to be sexually intimate with Lu Hao. And wasn't the opportunity right before him? With Lu Hao's entire body naked in front of him, he could just. Just touch him there. And see if it. Felt okay. "Can I, can I really touch you... wherever?"

"Wherever you want. I'm all yours. You can touch me, pull me, move me around. Whatever you'd like." The husky sound of Lu Hao's voice made Hong Sheng dizzy.

"Then I'll—then I'll touch your—if, if you don't like it, tell me."

Hong Sheng's gloved hand reached down, down, until the soft cotton-wrapped fingertips met the half-hard flesh lying against Lu Hao's thigh.

He pet it. Like rubbing the head of a snake.

The snake bobbed at him.

"!" Hong Sheng snatched his hand back. But the it was docile again, lying there obediently, just a bit thicker than before.

He swallowed. Reached for it again. He held it, this time, and felt it heavy in his palms.

Hong Sheng was shaking, nearly vibrating out of his skin from the nerves. He'd thought, before, that he'd be terrified out of his mind when he finally touched Lu Hao this way—but once he actually held Lu Hao's member in his hands, he found himself unwilling to let go.

It was the way Lu Hao's breath stuttered when Hong Sheng's fingers wrapped around him. The shake in his thighs as Hong Sheng rubbed his thumb over the foreskin, the pulse of liquid that spilled from the top when Hong Sheng pumped his hand up and down.

As Lu Hao grew more aroused, Hong Sheng noticed all of the changes happening over his body. Hong Sheng wasn't thinking about himself anymore, or the embarrassment he felt over his own arousal. His mind was all focused on Lu Hao, Lu Hao's feelings, Lu Hao's reactions, Lu Hao's pleasure.

The glove was going to get sticky. Hong Sheng changed hands and gripped Lu Hao with his bare skin. The heat was overwhelming, but even though Lu Hao's member had grown so hard, Hong Sheng was intrigued with the softness of the skin around it. His fingers rubbed the skin, playful, inquisitive.

He couldn't get a good enough view while standing. Hong Sheng got on his knees, bringing him close enough to see Lu Hao's lower body in detail. He then absentmindedly brought his gloved hand to his mouth and pulled the glove off with his teeth, wanting to be able to use both hands freely. Lu Hao—who'd opened his eyes at some point—let out a strained groan. The top of his cock pumped out another trail of clear, sticky liquid.

Hong Sheng watched it with rapt attention. With Lu Hao's member in full arousal, the foreskin had retracted to expose the red, bulbous glans at the top of the penis. The slit at the very tip was a deep, flushed red, and wet with the pre-ejaculate that kept drooling out of it.

The glans was spongy under Hong Sheng's fingers. He spread the fluid around the tip, feeling its tacky texture, and when he lifted his finger, a clear trail dripped and fell. Hong Sheng hadn't known it was possible to make so much pre-ejaculate, but soon, as he continued to stroke and play with Lu Hao's penis, both of his hands were covered in it.

"Hong Sheng—"

"Hmm?" With his gaze laser-focused on Lu Hao's lower half, Hong Sheng didn't see how Lu Hao had thrown his head back, his entire upper body covered in sweat, chest heaving from the constant and uneven stimulations Hong Sheng inflicted on him.

Lu Hao gasped for breath. "Are you—are you having fun down there?"

"Mm." Hong Sheng wasn't really hearing him. He'd just discovered something new and interesting. The tip of Lu Hao's penis was gaping, now, like a little mouth, opening up wide and closing. The body of the penis was growing wider, as well, swelling up.

"I'm going to—" Lu Hao grit his teeth. "I'm going to come over your face if you don't lean back right now." Hong Sheng had arched himself over Lu Hao's lap to get a better look, and all Lu Hao could see was Hong Sheng's face against his cock.

"Oh." Hong Sheng's attention had shifted. Lu Hao's testicles had lifted dramatically, pulling tight with a pulsing motion. Hong Sheng moved a hand over to squeeze one, and just when he did, something spattered over his face.

He instantly ducked his head. The rest of the liquid shot over his shoulder, some of it falling over him as it arced. It took a moment for Hong Sheng to realize what it was. His heart was pounding from the shock, and the hot, viscous fluid dripped down his face and over his lips.

It was semen.

The white, thick liquid dripped from Lu Hao's penis. Drops of it fell on Hong Sheng's hand, scalding hot. Hong Sheng blinked, multiple times, unable to break free from the sudden daze. When he finally had some mind to think, he turned around to look behind him.

The trail of liquid had flown out to a significant distance. The engineering side of Hong Sheng's brain calculated the physics of it, mass and velocity and force, while the rest of Hong Sheng thought, I need to clean that up before it stains.

A hand fell on Hong Sheng's head.

"What are you looking at."

"The semen," Hong Sheng answered. When he spoke, some of the fluid on his lips entered his mouth. The bitter and salty taste exploded on his taste buds, making him stiffen in shock. He then realized—oh. He was also covered in semen.

And, as Lu Hao gripped his head and slowly turned him to face forward, that lead him to realize—oh.

Hong Sheng had made Lu Hao ejaculate all over him.

Lu Hao looked debauched. He was sweaty and flushed, his entire naked body on display, and Hong Sheng was suddenly very, very aware that he was kneeling at Lu Hao's feet with Lu Hao's cock in front of his face with his hand squeezing Lu Hao's testicle.

A drop of semen fell from Hong Sheng's eyelashes.

A flash of something crossed Lu Hao's eyes—a half-lidded, hungry look. But the next moment Lu Hao was smiling, all gentle and soft as he pulled Hong Sheng up and made him sit down on Lu Hao's lap. "Look at you. So silly." Lu Hao scooped some of the semen off Hong Sheng's face. "Are you okay?"

"I, I," Hong Sheng's brain was running a thousand miles a minute into a wall. It was the equivalent of a blue screen.

"Was it too much for you? Did we go too far?"

"It was, it was..." Hong Sheng juggled words around in his brain, and came up with, "Good."

Memories of what just happened flashed through his mind, and Hong Sheng gulped, his entire body feeling strange and achey and weak. Lu Hao observed him carefully, and rubbed a comforting circle around Hong Sheng's lower back. "Do you need to take care of anything?"

"Huh?" Hong Sheng didn't connect. "The floor. It needs to be cleaned."

The corner of Lu Hao's lips twitched. "No. I mean... physically. Do you feel... sick? Or did you not react?"

"What..."

Then it hit Hong Sheng. Lu Hao was asking if Hong Sheng had gotten aroused.

He hadn't noticed. Hong Sheng had been so focused on, well, what he was doing that he didn't even think about what his own body was feeling. But now, as if a switch had turned on in Hong Sheng's head, he felt the stickiness all over his face—as well as somewhere else.

Shakily, Hong Sheng reached down and... touched between his own legs.

His penis had gone soft after release. But his pants were very wet and sticky.

"...I need a change of clothes."

Lu Hao smiled, full of genuine joy. "Alright. Let's get your spare clothes."

Later on, Hong Sheng returned to his journal and filled out the rest of his notes.

After having written a few pages of his observations, he took some time to think over the conclusion. He thought of how he'd been able to see a side of Lu Hao he'd never experienced before. It wasn't just about mating, and laying there, and letting Lu Hao do things to him. It was being able to touch Lu Hao in return, and make him feel pleasure as well.

It turned out that sex with Lu Hao could be pretty good.