After Death, I Became My Childhood Friend’s Cat 76

Chapter 76

Lu Yichuan, do you want to sleep with me…

The moment those words registered, Lu Yichuan instinctively tightened his grip on Jiang Heng’s waist.

The boy’s soft body pressed against him, rubbing against him as if seeking friction, soft moans escaping his lips, his brow furrowed in discomfort as he pulled at his hand, guiding it downwards.

“Lu Yichuan…touch me here, okay…?”

Not like a cat, but like a puppy.

His sweatpants were loose, the drawstring dangling on either side. Lu Yichuan’s hand, guided by Jiang Heng’s, covered his, then the boy’s hand slipped away, leaving the rest to him.

He moved closer, watching as the boy’s eyes fluttered closed, his breathing shallow. “Rongrong, do you know what you’re doing?”

Jiang Heng shivered in his arms, his breath hitching. Hearing his question, he turned his face away, burying it in the crook of his neck, the man’s pulsing vein a stark contrast against his pale skin.

Lu Yichuan was far from calm, despite his casual tone.

Jiang Heng’s tongue darted out, a cat-like lick against the pulsing vein, a drop of sweat sliding down his forehead.

“I think I’m…in heat.”

The man’s hand froze, the vein in his neck throbbing, his breathing heavy.

His fingers tightened, then relaxed, the surging desire receding. He lifted his hand, his long fingers hovering over Jiang Heng for a moment, then he wiped them clean with a tissue.

Jiang Heng calmed down for a few minutes, then the heat returned, even more intense now, no longer satisfied with a mere touch.

Lu Yichuan’s impeccable suit was rumpled now, wrinkled beneath Jiang Heng’s restless hands, a few white cat hairs clinging to the dark fabric, the air thick with their mingled scents.

The insatiable cat snuggled closer.

Lu Yichuan held his shoulders, his hand moving down his back, finding a long, fluffy tail, which instinctively wrapped around his waist.

“Touch it too…”

Lu Yichuan’s hand stroked the tail from base to tip, the kitten in his arms purring contentedly.

After stroking it twice, he stopped, and before the boy could urge him on, he asked, “Jiang Heng, who am I?”

Jiang Heng, smelling the arousal on Lu Yichuan, his own desire mirroring it, reached for the man’s belt buckle, but was stopped.

He looked up, his eyes slightly clouded with confusion, meeting a pair of dark, intense eyes. “Jiang Heng, who am I?”

Jiang Heng bit his hand, his slightly pointed canines sinking into the soft flesh between his thumb and index finger, leaving two faint marks.

But Lu Yichuan remained unmoved.

Jiang Heng released his hand, two hot tears rolling down his cheeks and onto Lu Yichuan’s hand, making him flinch slightly.

“Lu Yichuan…” he whispered his name, finally answering the question he had been asked twice, “You’re Lu Yichuan.”

“Good boy.”

Lu Yichuan’s voice was hoarse as he wiped away Jiang Heng’s tears, gently lifting him and settling him in his lap like a child.

His finger traced Jiang Heng’s damp lips, brushing against his canines. “Tell me, what do you want?”

The warm, secure embrace calmed Jiang Heng slightly, and he looked up at him, nibbling on his finger, his words muffled.

“Want…want you…”

The man’s lips brushed against his cheek, soft, feather-light kisses. “Want me to do what?”

“Want you to…”

His finger suddenly pressed down on his tongue, then withdrew, slightly wet.

Jiang Heng’s eyes fluttered open, a moment of clarity, then he was pulled back into the swirling vortex of desire, his body instinctively seeking pleasure.

“Want you to…kiss me…”

“Just kissing?”

“And…and…other things…”

“Good.” Lu Yichuan held him close, his hand gently stroking his neck. “Open your mouth, Rongrong.”

Jiang Heng obeyed.

“Mmm…”

A tongue invaded his mouth, and all his desires were met.

He used the remote to close the curtains, shutting out the cold night, the snow falling silently outside.

And in the snowy winter night, behind the heavy curtains, on the large bed, the temperature rose steadily, the air thick with their mingled scents, Jiang Heng’s T-shirt discarded.

He leaned against the pillows, his eyes hazy, watching as Lu Yichuan knelt beside him, removing his tie, then his jacket, his shirt…

A mature, male body, slowly revealed before him.

Their shoulders touched, the warmth of their skin a comforting balm against the burning heat within him.

Like a fish finally returned to water, Jiang Heng, despite his shyness, couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around the man’s broad shoulders.

Lu Yichuan’s hand caressed his waist, his fingers toying with the waistband of his sweatpants. He looked at him, his voice low, “Do you want this?”

The boy’s face was flushed, the soft whisper of falling snow outside the window barely audible, the blanket draped over Lu Yichuan’s back, casting a shadow over the bed.

Jiang Heng didn’t speak, his long, fluffy tail wrapping around the man’s waist, a silent answer.

Wet, hot, sticky…

The takeout Jiang Heng had ordered finally arrived, the ringing of the phone by the bedside unanswered. A minute later, it rang again.

This time, a hand emerged from under the covers.

Two faint bite marks were visible on the hand, the fingertips slightly damp. It slowly picked up the phone, wiping it with a tissue.

His voice was hoarse. “What?”

A muffled moan came from the other end of the line, and Lu Yichuan lowered his head, silencing him with a kiss.

The delivery driver’s voice was faint and distorted. “Hello, I can’t come up. I’ve left your order at the front desk.”

Lu Yichuan hung up, his breathing uneven, his dark eyes filled with lust.

He tilted Jiang Heng’s head back, biting his lip, a sharp nip, then, seeing the shattered look in his eyes, softened the bite with a gentle kiss. “Do you like it?”

Jiang Heng couldn’t speak.

The man lifted his tail, his fingers stroking its length, then he leaned closer to his ear and chuckled. “Rongrong, your tail is wet.”

“Wet from you.”

The tip of his tail twitched in his hand.

…

The snow continued to fall, the night long and endless.

Jiang Heng didn’t know how long it lasted. When he finally emerged from the haze of passion, his limbs were weak, his tail limp.

He had been hungry before, and now, his remaining energy had been completely drained.

He only remembered the tangled sheets, the rumpled bed, his weak limbs as Lu Yichuan carried him to the bathroom. The hot water cascading over him made him open his heavy eyelids, and in the steamy haze, he saw the man’s satisfied face.

Lu Yichuan kissed the corner of his lips. “Go to sleep.”

Jiang Heng collapsed against him, falling into a deep sleep.

He woke up the next day at noon.

He seemed to be in a different room. The curtains were drawn, a sliver of light peeking through the edges, the air thick with the scent of incense.

Jiang Heng moved his arms, his legs, then winced.

The door opened with a soft click, and Lu Yichuan entered, carrying a tray of food.

Jiang Heng clutched the edge of the blanket, his face half-hidden, his eyes still slightly flushed, staring at him.

The man seemed to have just gone downstairs to get food. He had taken off his long down jacket, revealing his pajamas underneath.

The room was warm; he didn’t feel cold even in his thin clothes.

Lu Yichuan placed the food on the table beside the bed, turned around, and met a pair of large, round eyes.

He walked over and gently touched Jiang Heng’s forehead. “Good, no fever.”

Jiang Heng remained silent.

After Lu Yichuan’s hand withdrew, he pulled the blanket up to cover his face.

Lu Yichuan, looking at the few strands of silver-gray hair on the pillow, raised an eyebrow. “Is Rongrong shy?”

“I am not!”

Jiang Heng’s muffled voice came from under the blanket.

Lu Yichuan opened the food containers. “Oh, then why are you hiding from me?”

The aroma of seafood congee filled the air. “Or are you planning to…deny everything now that you’re…dressed?”

He said casually, “You scumbag.”

Jiang Heng hadn’t expected to be called a scumbag while still feeling sore and weak, and he angrily threw off the covers and sat up. “Lu Yichuan! Watch your mouth!”

He winced again. “It’s all your fault! I feel like a rag doll!”

A chuckle came from beside him, and Lu Yichuan placed the small table in front of Jiang Heng, then the bowl of congee on the table.

“Rag doll, want some seafood congee?”

Jiang Heng, holding his spoon, glared at him, still annoyed. “Hmph! Men!”

The man sat beside him with a tube of ointment, reading the instructions. “What’s wrong with me?”

Jiang Heng took a large spoonful of congee and declared, “You don’t love me!”

Lu Yichuan, without looking up, straightened the food container Jiang Heng had nudged and pushed the glass of water closer to him. “Drink some water before you eat.”

Then he responded to his accusation, “How do I not love you?”

Jiang Heng gulped down the water. “That’s not how it’s done in novels.”

Lu Yichuan closed the tube of ointment and looked at him. “Really? How is it done in novels?”

Jiang Heng took another spoonful of congee, his expression sullen, finding fault with everything.

After he finished the congee, Lu Yichuan wiped his face and hands with a warm towel.

Jiang Heng tilted his head back, placing his hand on Lu Yichuan’s arm, his hair a mess.

The loose collar of his T-shirt revealed a few faint hickeys.

After eating, Jiang Heng had regained some of his strength. Besides a slight soreness and a…foreign object sensation, he felt much better.

As the towel wiped his fingertips, he said, “I thought I would wake up sore and unable to walk, like in novels.”

Lu Yichuan, having transformed the sleepy, messy kitten into a clean, beautiful boy, flipped the towel over and wiped his other hand. “We just…slept together, we didn’t have a fight. But…”

He held the boy’s slender fingers. “I don’t know about your back, but I can definitely make your waist sore.”

Jiang Heng looked at him, his eyes wide. “How?”

“Rongrong just needs to…move himself.”

Lu Yichuan gently traced his soft fingertips. “Sit on my lap, and move yourself.”

Jiang Heng quickly pulled his hand away. “You! You! You!”

Damn him! How could he say such suggestive things in this freezing weather?

Lu Yichuan put down the towel and bent down to remove his pants.

Jiang Heng was startled. “What…what are you doing?!”

“Applying medicine.”

Lu Yichuan held the tube of ointment. Seeing the cat’s startled reaction, he said casually, “Don’t they do this in the novels you read?”

Jiang Heng clutched his pants. “I can do it myself!”

“Be good, you can’t see.”

“…”

Jiang Heng, his face flushed, buried his face against Lu Yichuan’s chest, trying to ignore certain embarrassing sounds, and quickly changed the subject. “Lu Yichuan, this feels like…daylight debauchery.”

Lu Yichuan paused, his voice low, “I would like that very much, but a certain…rag doll seems to be…unhappy.”

He sighed. “A good rag doll should learn to…repair itself.”

Jiang Heng: “…”

Jiang Heng bit his shoulder.

Lu Yichuan was careful, and Jiang Heng wasn’t hurt, but the size…discrepancy…required some…adjustments.

He washed his hands, then, getting back into bed, carrying the cat bed, ruffled Jiang Heng’s already messy hair. “Alright, go back to sleep. I asked Little Black and White Cat, they said the heat cycle lasts about a week.”

“!!”

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