A sudden rainstorm led Asher to seek shelter in a lounge bar, unaware that this chance encounter would stir his emotions and change his life forever. “The first time I saw you, you were wearing a deep red cheongsam. Your pale thighs flashed before my eyes. Do you know what I thought before my brain short-circuited?” “What?” “I got hard.” “…” Asher shook the raindrops off his umbrella, gazing at the dense curtain of rain in the distance. He sighed and stepped into the stylishly minimalist lounge bar in front of him. He had heard about this place from his colleagues long ago but had never visited, as he usually stuck to a regular routine. Today was an exception. His car was in for maintenance, and with the heavy rain, he didn’t fancy taking a cab due to his germaphobia. So, he decided to wait for the rain to let up a bit before leaving. In the meantime, he might as well relax in this lounge bar. Asher put away his umbrella and sat down. His tall, striking figure attracted numerous glances, but he remained oblivious. With a calm expression, he ordered a drink and sipped it slowly. Suddenly, a flash of red caught his eye. Asher’s hand froze mid-air, still holding his glass. Whether it was the alcohol or a surge of hormones, Asher felt a tingling sensation spread through his body. His eyes were drawn to that splash of crimson. “She” had a beautiful, elegant face with subtle makeup. Despite exuding sensuality, “she” maintained a cold demeanor, radiating an unapproachable aura. “She” sat down right next to Asher, ordered a strong drink, and waited lazily, propping her chin up. It was another kind of beauty to be savored slowly. Asher’s gaze traveled downward. The red dress perfectly covered “her” thighs, yet hinted at a glimpse of pale skin. In an instant, Asher felt himself react. Embarrassed, he sat rigidly for about five or six minutes before his body gradually relaxed. Asher swallowed hard. “She” was so close to him, barely a few inches away. Close enough for him to catch “her” scent. Asher was gay, not because he had been “turned,” but because he had immediately recognized that this cold, red-dressed “woman” was actually a man. Asher had noticed from the moment “she” entered. This person had a tall, masculine frame and facial features that were distinctly aggressive. However, it seemed no one else had noticed, still entranced by the beauty that had appeared before their eyes. Asher felt a bit nervous. This was the first time he had encountered his ideal type. After about a minute, he finally mustered the courage to speak. “Excuse me, sir, I…” “She” seemed surprised that Asher had discovered “her” true gender. “She” looked up and studied Asher carefully. After a moment, “she” smiled softly. Her voice was deep and magnetic. “You’re the first one to notice. I’m Chris. And you are?” Asher hurriedly gave his name, “I’m Asher.” Chris smiled, and all the coldness melted away, revealing an androgynous beauty that was both soft and sensual. Chris’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Asher, you like me.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact. Asher hadn’t expected his feelings to be so easily read. He felt a bit embarrassed. Chris finished his last sip of alcohol, stood up, and asked Asher, “Want to come with me?” Asher hesitated for a moment but decided to follow.
Chris walked quickly, moving in high heels as if they were sneakers. It was only then that Asher realized Chris was actually half a head taller than him, probably around 6’3″. He wondered if Chris liked shorter guys… Chris opened the passenger door, gallantly inviting Asher to get in. Asher complied, feeling a bit nervous. Chris smiled, “You don’t need to be so tense. I don’t bite.” Asher loosened his tie and gave Chris a gentle smile. “I’m not nervous. My tie was just a bit tight. I’m fine now. You can drive.” As Chris drove, he casually asked while waiting at a red light, “Do you want to go home or come with me?” The implication was clear. Asher naturally agreed. After all, Chris was his ideal type. Chris’s home was a villa slightly distant from the city center. It was spacious, about the same size as Asher’s house. Asher took a shower first. When he came out, there was only one set of clothes left on the bed. Asher tried them on and was surprised to find they fit perfectly, exactly his size. Asher sat on the bed. As time passed, he got a bit bored. He didn’t have the habit of playing with his phone for long periods, so he turned his attention to the bookshelf. He casually picked up a book and started reading… When Chris finished his shower and walked into the room, his body was still damp. Chris had short, neat hair; the vivid long hair from before was just a wig. Asher felt a bit disappointed. He had quite liked Chris in the wig, but Chris looked handsome like this too. It wasn’t until Chris pressed him down and started kissing the corner of his mouth that Asher’s calm expression finally began to crumble. “You’re a top?!” Asher’s voice was filled with disbelief. He seemed to want to struggle, but surprisingly, his strength wasn’t greater than Chris’s. “Don’t move. Be good,” Chris gently bit Asher’s neck, his hand applying a bit of pressure as he gripped Asher’s sensitive spot. Asher’s body instantly went limp. All he could do was glare at the man above him with reddened eyes. Chris’s voice was husky and magnetic, seemingly possessing a bewitching power. “Relax, Asher…” With that, he spread Asher’s legs and thrust in.
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