WFY 7

“Little slut.”

The words came out of Pan Hao’s mouth again, but this time Xu Ran couldn’t even get mad like he did before. Because the look in Pan Hao’s eyes was no longer playful. Now it was the gaze of a predator locking onto prey.

“I’m not, fuck you,” Xu Ran snapped back, but his voice had already lost its edge. It was noticeably weaker. Pan Hao in this moment radiated pure dominance. The kind that said if Xu Ran dared to resist, he’d be devoured whole.

“You don’t get to decide that. I’ll know once I’ve tried you,” Pan Hao murmured, his voice low, still thick with sleep, deep and sexy as hell. As he spoke, he ground his hips against Xu Ran’s inner thigh.

It had been days since military training started. No jerking off, no release. Even the night he tried watching porn and rubbing one out, he got interrupted. Now Pan Hao was teasing him like this, dirty as fuck, and Xu Ran shamefully realized he was getting hard.

He was full of righteous indignation, but at the same time, something in him didn’t mind this. It was almost… pleasurable. Before he could question when the hell his sexuality had taken a wrong turn, he felt a sudden chill between his legs. Pan Hao had already yanked his pants and underwear down to the tops of his thighs.

“Hey. Pan Hao, you—” Xu Ran panicked, trying to shove him away by the shoulder, but there was a huge difference in strength. Pan Hao didn’t budge. His hand wrapped around Xu Ran’s cock, already hard, and stroked it a couple of times. Xu Ran’s knees buckled instantly. The pleasure hit him right in the gut.

Pan Hao let out a muffled laugh. Xu Ran shot him a glare, but then Pan Hao’s hand started moving faster. His thumb pressed down and rubbed along the sensitive groove on the tip. Same five fingers as his own hand, so why the fuck did it feel so much better when someone else did it?

“Fuck… shit… feels so good…” Xu Ran always followed his body’s reactions. Pan Hao’s hand was working him just right, and the waves of pleasure built up until Xu Ran was trembling, lifting his hips to meet the motion, chasing that release.

Right as he was about to come, Pan Hao clamped down and stopped him. Xu Ran writhed, desperate and miserable, curses pouring from his mouth. His eyes burned with need. Pan Hao’s lips curled into a wicked grin.

“Wanna get fucked or not?”

Xu Ran’s brain was completely overrun by the urge to come. He would’ve agreed to anything. He nodded frantically.

“Yes. Fuck me. Please. Just let go—”

Pan Hao shifted, bringing his upper body down and lining himself up against Xu Ran’s hips. The second he let go of Xu Ran’s cock, he swallowed it whole in one move.

Xu Ran had never felt anything like it. The warm, wet heat of a mouth wrapped around his tip was too much. It was his first blowjob. His whole body shuddered and his back arched. He came inside Pan Hao’s mouth, completely unable to stop himself.

“Ha…” Xu Ran panted. His mind was still fuzzy. The rush of orgasm was still pounding through his skull like fireworks, loud and relentless.

Then he felt his legs being pushed open. Something warm and wet trickled down between his ass, sliding into the crack.

“Pan… Pan Hao, what the fuck are you doing?” Xu Ran snapped back to reality and looked down. His position was beyond humiliating, legs spread wide with Pan Hao kneeling between them. The cum that hadn’t been swallowed was dripping onto Xu Ran’s exposed ass.

He stared, stunned, as Pan Hao quickly stripped the rest of his clothes off. The pants were thrown aside. His outerwear landed right on the edge of the bed and slipped to the floor. Now all he had on was a T-shirt. Below the waist, he was completely bare.

“Fuck you.”

Pan Hao spoke low as he straightened his upper body. The sleeveless shirt clung to his frame, muscles stretching across his shoulders with every movement. Every inch radiated power. It was downright hypnotizing.

“You’re not really gonna do it, are you? I swear I won’t bother your sleep anymore… I’ll shut the fuck up… I’ll bring tape and seal my mouth myself… just calm down, please…”

Xu Ran babbled like a dumbass, trying to talk his way out. Pan Hao didn’t give a single shit. He lifted Xu Ran’s knees, spreading his legs open in a pose straight out of porn. The kind where the one lying down was about to get absolutely wrecked.

Xu Ran shut his eyes, almost accepting his fate. He recalled the feel of Pan Hao’s hard cock earlier and the fact that it showed no signs of bulging through his pants before. Now he was scared. But he thought, fuck it, just let him do it. From all the porn he’d watched, getting fucked seemed like it could actually feel good.

Pan Hao started moving. Xu Ran couldn’t help sneaking a glance.

Pan Hao had pulled his pants down. The front of his gray underwear was soaked with a heavy, wet stain. Xu Ran’s eyes shot wide open. Judging by the size of that wet patch, once the real thing came out, he might actually pass the fuck out.

He was about to faint from dick size alone.

Pan Hao’s brows were drawn tight. He was holding back for too long. His fingers moved down to Xu Ran’s entrance, rubbing around his rim, slick with the cum from earlier. Without warning, he pushed one finger in.

“Ah— wait, wait, Pan Hao. I can suck you off instead, okay? Just stop…” Xu Ran had already experienced just how skilled those fingers were. Now with two shoved inside him, sliding in and out, the sensation was way too much. He lifted his legs and tried to kick, but it was pointless.

“Too late.” Pan Hao pulled his legs together, wrapped his arms around them, and shoved a third finger inside.

Xu Ran let out a sharp cry. It sounded painful as hell, but his tight little hole clung to those fingers like a greedy mouth, refusing to let go.

Pan Hao imagined what it would feel like to fuck that tight, sucking hole. His breathing grew heavier. The desire he’d been holding back surged straight to his cock. The wet patch on his underwear said everything. He was going to fuck him until he cried.

Until that nonstop, annoying mouth could only moan. Until that expressive face was twisted with nothing but lust. Until those sharp eyes turned into a haze of begging need.

He was always a man of action.

Xu Ran was speechless the moment Pan Hao pulled out his cock.

No porn star he’d ever seen could compare. That cock was thick and long, bulging with veins, flushed deep red with a purple hue. The tip was massive, smooth and round, glistening with clear precum that beaded at the slit. It looked fucking dangerous.

“Go easy… I’m… I’m scared…” Xu Ran whispered, swallowing hard. A twisted sense of anticipation crept in. He actually wondered what it would feel like to have that monster inside him.

That massive cock seemed to react to his voice. It nudged against his entrance, twitching like it understood the invitation.

His ass was pried open. The stretched hole quivered with a small gape. The skin around it pulled taut, exposing a soft, bright red inner ring.