Chapter 2

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.