WFY 11

“Hey… you bastard… slow down… fuck…!” Xu Ran clung desperately to the edge of the desk, but the pounding from behind was so fierce that the whole table shook with a rhythmic creaking.

Downstairs, any of the guys in the dorm could probably guess what the hell was happening just from the sound alone. Xu Ran could only hope they were assuming that either he or Pan Hao had brought a girl back. He shut his eyes in despair.

His insides had been way overused these past two days. With Pan Hao thrusting so hard and so fast, everything was starting to feel numb. He had already cum, his dick limp and dangling between his legs, still swaying a bit. But he still moaned like a good little slut, clenching around Pan Hao’s cock now and then just to help him finish faster.

Maybe this was instinct. No one had taught him how, but after watching all those videos over the years, he was finally realizing those porn actresses probably really were acting. With how sore his body was now, no matter how deep Pan Hao rammed his cock into him, it sure as hell wasn’t feeling good anymore.

Pan Hao must’ve sensed he was forcing it. His pace slowed, switching to long, slow thrusts. Every time he pulled out or pushed in, Xu Ran could feel every vein, every inch of that burning hot dick scraping along his inner walls. He sighed heavily.

Big cocks really are fucking great.

“You alright?” Pan Hao asked, rubbing his ass.

Xu Ran was in a daze, still caught between the high of climax and the emptiness that followed. That one simple question filled the silence with something he couldn’t name.

“Yeah… just hurry up and cum already…”

Pan Hao chuckled low, then suddenly pulled out. Xu Ran blinked in confusion, clenching his hole experimentally as if trying to confirm if he was really empty. Other than the lingering sensation of friction, Pan Hao had, in fact, stopped halfway.

“You’re not finishing?” Xu Ran turned his head.

Pan Hao nodded, stepped back two paces, and leaned against another desk. Right in front of Xu Ran, he started jerking himself off. He still had that cocky, arrogant expression on his face, but there was something gentle in his eyes too, something soft, almost tender. Xu Ran wondered if he was just seeing things.

Still, the way he was bent over the desk with his ass in the air felt way too humiliating. He was just about to move when Pan Hao frowned.

“Don’t move.”

Xu Ran froze. Then he realized how ridiculous he was being. Why was he acting so scared? He turned to glare at Pan Hao, but noticed something strange about the way the man was staring.

He couldn’t see what was happening himself, but that little flinch earlier had made his hole clench up tight, then relax again, causing it to slowly part open. A glossy trail of lube trickled out of the loosened rim, slipping down in the most lewd, obscene way imaginable.

Pan Hao’s hand sped up, pumping his dick harder as the image of fucking Xu Ran into the desk played in his mind like a personal porn reel. He could see his own thick cock hammering into that tight, twitching hole, drawing out helpless moans from that filthy mouth that usually only spat insults. Even when Xu Ran tried to hide it, those watery eyes had betrayed everything.

The guy had come completely undone from his touch. It was the kind of conquest that stirred up something primal in Pan Hao.

Xu Ran’s ass wriggled slightly, trying to ease the soreness, but to Pan Hao, it looked like pure invitation. His cock, already slick and angry, twitched in his grip, aching to be buried deep again.

Pan Hao stepped forward and lined himself up. Xu Ran hadn’t even caught on yet when that burning hot dick pushed back inside, stretching him wide all over again. There were no words, just motion. Fast, deep thrusts slammed into him as Pan Hao went wild.

“Ah, ah, Pan… Hao, you fucking… lunatic… I’m gonna die… fuck, fuck, ah—ahhh…!”

Pan Hao didn’t hold back this time. He pounded into that hole with ruthless force, close to a hundred thrusts, until Xu Ran actually started crying, sobbing from how sore his ass was. Only then did Pan Hao finally slow, plunging in deep a few more times before pressing all the way in. A warm sensation spread across Xu Ran’s back as Pan Hao hugged him tightly, his cock twitching inside Xu Ran’s guts, shooting another thick load of cum.

He kept slowly moving in and out while cumming, deliberately smearing every inch of Xu Ran’s insides with his release.

If he could, he’d have marked him, like a dog pissing on its territory. So no one else could have what was his.

Xu Ran had no clue about the possessive thoughts running through the bastard’s head. All he knew was his guts were being used like a cumdump again and now he’d have to go clean himself out, again. This kind of shameless, filthy lifestyle wasn’t what he’d signed up for.

“I mean… how the hell did we end up like this, huh? Pan Hao, have you even thought about it?” Xu Ran shifted his hips with a grimace. “Tch, stop moving. You’re soft already. What the fuck are you still twitching for?”

He kept mumbling as he lay there, “I’m just saying… is this really okay?”

Xu Ran turned around to face him, only to be caught off guard by a kiss on his forehead. He froze, completely stunned.

“Wait… wait, what?”

But Pan Hao said nothing. He just patted Xu Ran on the ass and pulled out, grabbed a pair of underwear from the wardrobe, and headed toward the bathroom.

Xu Ran stared after him. The warmth from that sudden kiss was instantly replaced by frustration.

“Hey! You fucking heartless bastard! Pull out and walk away just like that? Do you have a soul? Anyone in charge here?!”

Clearly full and satisfied, Xu Ran’s sass came right back. Pan Hao turned around, came back, and without warning, threw an arm around Xu Ran’s waist and lifted him onto his shoulder.

By now Xu Ran was used to Pan Hao’s ridiculous strength, but seriously, being tossed around like luggage? He was still a man, for god’s sake. It was hard to preserve his dignity like this.

“This isn’t a goddamn TV drama where the mountain bandit abducts the village girl,” Xu Ran grumbled. “Can you not carry me around like this? At least give me a shred of dignity.”

Pan Hao scoffed. “Dignity?”

He raised a hand and smacked Xu Ran’s ass hard.

The sound was crisp and loud.

Xu Ran gave up on being mad. Whatever. He’d already handed over his ass, might as well let the guy clean him up too.

Inside the bathroom, Xu Ran leaned lazily against him as Pan Hao focused on gently digging his fingers into Xu Ran’s used hole, coaxing the leftover cum to flow out. The initial embarrassment faded, replaced with a strange sense of comfort.

And maybe that comfort, that warmth, was what made Xu Ran momentarily forget the gnawing unease deep in his chest.