EWH 19

The lighting was dim, casting a soft amber glow over the two tangled bodies on the couch. Sweat gleamed on their skin, as if they’d been brushed with oil.

One of them arched his back while the other ran a firm hand up from his waist. The touch was heavy, holding him in place, but it also showed how badly that person wanted him.

The one straddling on top tilted his head back slightly, clutching the other’s shoulders, shamelessly grinding and twisting.

Between his firm, lifted cheeks was a thick, dark cock thrusting in and out, dragging slick white lube along with it, smearing it messily over the reddened rim.

As his body adjusted, the pain began to fade. A deep, aching fullness took over, that sweet soreness at the core making it easier to take. The rhythm built up slowly with each thrust from Xu Wanhe.

Yang Moshou shut his eyes, neck thrown back, breathy moans spilling from his throat.

Getting fucked like this didn’t feel that amazing at first, but the moment he remembered it was Xu Wanhe doing it, he felt like he could die from how good it was. In fact, it didn’t feel like enough.

“Faster… go faster…”

Hearing that, Xu Wanhe thrust into him even harder. Each movement slammed Yang Moshou’s body forward, his hard cock bouncing and slapping against his own lower stomach.

“Why are you such a little slut… love getting fucked by me that much?”

Yang Moshou moaned and trembled, clutching tightly to Xu Wanhe’s shoulders. Their hips collided, his ass smacking loudly against Xu Wanhe’s pelvis.

“…I’m not… not a slut… you’re the one who chased me home…”

Xu Wanhe moved even rougher, faster, fucking him so hard that Yang Moshou’s voice cracked, shifting from soft panting to sobbing moans that curled with desperate heat.

He was getting better at being a little tease.

Yang Moshou’s legs shook uncontrollably from being pounded so deep. Eventually he gave up trying to squat and let himself drop into a kneeling position, clinging to Xu Wanhe as he rocked back and forth with every thrust, whimpering in sync.

Xu Wanhe reached down between them, grabbing Yang Moshou’s cock, and the moment he stroked it, Yang Moshou trembled all over.

“Ah…”

Xu Wanhe’s breathing grew ragged. “Even getting fucked like a bitch and you’re still this hard…”

Yang Moshou’s gaze was hazy, mouth slightly open, his hole twitching and clenching, greedily swallowing the thick cock inside him.

Xu Wanhe nearly lost control. “Shit, you’re tight.”

He lifted Yang Moshou and pinned him beneath his body.

Yang Moshou’s legs were spread wide, exposing the swollen, flushed hole between them.

Xu Wanhe pressed down over him, slammed back into that soft little hole and started thrusting again, hard and deep, for another ten minutes straight.

It left Yang Moshou with tears and snot running down his face, shameless cries spilling from his lips, begging and moaning without restraint.

The two of them clung to each other, going at it all the way until the middle of the night. They both came three times before it was finally over.

Xu Wanhe was so exhausted he could barely lift his fingers. He didn’t even bother trying to drive. He just told Yang Moshou to find him somewhere to crash.

Rubbing his sore waist, Yang Moshou happily offered up his tiny bed.

When they entered the bedroom, Yang Moshou reached for the wall switch, but nothing happened.

He glanced up at the ceiling and finally realized. “The light’s broken.”

Xu Wanhe was completely wiped out. “Just get someone to fix it tomorrow.”

Yang Moshou was bent over on the floor, rummaging around for a while. “I have a spare bulb at home. I can just replace it.”

Xu Wanhe didn’t even bother responding. He went straight into the bedroom.

Lying on the bed with his eyes closed, all he could hear was the sound of slippers shuffling across the floor. Yang Moshou, still naked, was digging through every drawer and cabinet in the house.

After a while, he got thirsty. He peeled off the tape from the fridge, pulled out a can of soda, and sealed it back up with the same tape.

Xu Wanhe listened to the sound of him gulping it down and drifted toward sleep.

Then he heard drawers opening, cabinets closing, light footsteps tiptoeing around.

He was just about to fall asleep when suddenly, warm breath hit his ear.

A whisper, soft and close. “I found the bulb. Help me put it in.”

Xu Wanhe shot upright, grabbed Yang Moshou by the neck, and slammed him down on the bed.

“You’d die if you waited until morning?”

Cool limbs pressed against his overheated skin. Yang Moshou rolled over and flopped right on top of him, his soft thing between his legs nudging Xu Wanhe’s thigh a couple times.

He sat up, still pressed against him. “What if I need to pee later tonight… and it’s pitch black… what if I step on you…”

Xu Wanhe was losing his mind. “For fuck’s sake, give me the damn bulb!”

In the dark, Yang Moshou fumbled all over him before finally shoving the bulb into his hand. “You’re really a good guy.”

“Get off me,” Xu Wanhe shoved away the hand sticking to his chest and stood up. “Got a ladder?”

Yang Moshou got up too. “No ladder. Let’s stack up.”

Xu Wanhe paused. “Stack what?”

Yang Moshou grinned. “You don’t know? One person at the bottom, the other sits on their shoulders.”

Xu Wanhe swallowed the rage. “Fine. Climb up. I’ll hold you. But make it quick.”

Yang Moshou giggled and wrapped his arms around Xu Wanhe’s neck, climbing up cheerfully. The moment his legs locked around his waist, he was yanked right back down.

Xu Wanhe growled, “Get the fuck off. Have you ever seen someone ride shoulders from the front? And you’re still naked. What the hell were you trying to do? Get on from the back.”

Yang Moshou unwillingly moved behind him, clambered up his back, and started inching upward along his waist. Once he reached the shoulders, his hands wobbled a bit and he leaned forward.

“You sure you can hold me?” he asked from above.

Xu Wanhe had had enough. “Can you shut the fuck up and just change the damn lightbulb already?”

Yang Moshou thought about it and realized he had a point. He’d been wobbling around up there for ages while Xu Wanhe stood rock solid, barely moving. No wonder he made it in the underworld. His foundation really was solid as hell.

Yang Moshou got up on Xu Wanhe’s shoulders, hooking his legs back behind his neck, and freed one hand to grab onto his hair for balance.

But Xu Wanhe had a short buzz cut, barely any grip. No matter how he tried, there was nothing to hold onto, so he started rubbing around his scalp, searching for a spot with more hair.

Xu Wanhe’s voice dropped dangerously low.

“You really want to die, huh?”

Yang Moshou pouted, locked an arm around his head, and got back to work changing the bulb.

“Hold the phone up for me. I can’t screw this in properly without some light.”

Xu Wanhe grabbed his legs, bent down slowly to pick up the phone nearby, then raised it above his head to light the way.

With the light from the phone, Yang Moshou finally screwed the bulb in. When he looked down and saw Xu Wanhe holding the phone up with his face tilted just right, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“You look like you’re taking a selfie.”

Xu Wanhe snapped. He tossed the phone aside and flung Yang Moshou straight onto the bed.

“You really don’t value your life, do you?”

Seeing that he was truly pissed off, Yang Moshou quickly ran off to the bathroom to clean himself up. By the time he had rinsed off all the cum from behind and stepped out, Xu Wanhe was already lying on the bed, fast asleep.

His figure was strong and near flawless.

It was the first time Yang Moshou had seen Xu Wanhe completely naked.

Even though they had done it multiple times, Xu Wanhe usually only took off his shirt.

Yang Moshou stood at the edge of the bed and watched him for a long moment.

Then he adjusted the air conditioner to a lower setting, turned off the lights, and climbed into the other side of the bed.

He pulled his thin summer quilt over both of them.

It wasn’t enough, but at least they were under the same blanket.

Lying in the dark for a while, Yang Moshou eventually reached out and patted the man beside him. “You asleep?”

Only soft, steady breathing answered him.

Yang Moshou scooted closer, wrapped his arms around Xu Wanhe’s waist, and pressed his face against his back.

In that quiet, intimate position, he fell asleep completely content.