WFY 17

As autumn gave way to winter, the temperature dropped fast. Xu Ran spent his days curled up in bed after class, barely moving. Every time Pan Hao passed his bed with a basketball under his arm, he’d stop and ask, “Wanna come out?”

Xu Ran didn’t even turn around, just replied with his back to him, “No.”

This lazy streak lasted for a few days. Then the dorm’s heating was turned on, making things worse. Pan Hao sighed and said, “Can you stop living like an old man? Show a little youthful energy, for fuck’s sake.”

Xu Ran groaned, “Respect your elders, thank you. Make me instant noodles later, I’m starving.”

Pan Hao rubbed the top of his head with a heavy sigh, frustrated but indulgent. He still went to make the noodles. When he came back, Xu Ran was on the phone. From the tone, it sounded like he was talking to his mom.

“Of course I go running every morning, Mom. Don’t worry, I’m not a little kid anymore… Yeah, I’m dressed warmly…”

A steaming, fragrant cup of instant noodles appeared in front of him. Xu Ran’s eyes lit up. He grabbed the fork and twirled a big mouthful, slurping it up. It was loud enough that the person on the other end asked something. With his mouth full, Xu Ran mumbled, “Roommate made me noodles… not the instant kind, they’re delicious…”

Pan Hao stood behind him, completely expressionless.

When the call ended, Xu Ran kept slurping until he emptied the cup. Then Pan Hao leaned over from behind, arms braced on the desk, caging him in.

“My noodles taste good?”

Xu Ran rolled his eyes. That kind of flirtatious wordplay was so overused.

“They taste good,” he said, tossing the cup into the trash. “But I’m full now.”

Pan Hao pinched the back of his neck, not hard, but it made Xu Ran shiver. That spot was way too sensitive. Dammit, even his neck had turned into an erogenous zone. Pan Hao’s hands were cursed, every touch felt like it was wired directly to his dick.

They say once your belly’s full, your thoughts turn dirty. Between the radiator’s warmth, a full stomach, and Pan Hao’s teasing, Xu Ran felt light and floaty. It had been days since they last did anything. Either he was lounging around or Pan Hao was off playing ball. No wonder the guy couldn’t hold back and resorted to such lame flirting.

Pan Hao saw how fast Xu Ran melted and kept going, scratching lightly at his nape and blowing hot breath into his ear. When Xu Ran turned to look at him, there was that look in his eyes again, half resistance, half craving, like he wanted to say no but was dying for more.

Once lust caught fire, the only way to put it out was by getting fucked.

Getting it on in a room that reeked of instant noodles wasn’t ideal, but when you’re young and horny and hard just from looking at each other, you don’t care about stuff like that.

Every corner of the dorm had probably seen action by now. There were only so many places to do it, but no matter what, the bed was still the most comfortable. Xu Ran was lazy and loved lying back while Pan Hao did all the work. Getting fucked to orgasm while just lying there. Nothing beat that.

Pan Hao let him have his way, keeping full control from start to finish.

Xu Ran lay on the bed with a pillow under his hips. Pan Hao had only started prepping with his fingers, but Xu Ran was already moaning like he was getting railed. That slutty voice made Pan Hao’s cock strain to the point of pain. He growled, “Shut up.”

By now, Xu Ran wasn’t afraid of him anymore. He’d figured out that talking back during sex just made it more fun. So instead of shutting up, he pitched his voice even higher, sounding like Pan Hao was already balls deep and going hard inside him.

Pan Hao frowned. His fingers grew rougher. He shoved three in without warning and dug around fast before pulling out again. Xu Ran’s hole twitched, trying to adjust. At that depth and stretch, taking the cock now would definitely hurt. He immediately regretted his bratty act and started begging in a shaky voice, “Pan ge… don’t… not yet… give me a minute…”

Pan Hao slicked up his cock with lube, ready to go in. When he heard Xu Ran begging, he gave a cold laugh.

“Wait? You think I’ll let you off unless you scream yourself hoarse?”

The moment the tip pressed against his crack, Xu Ran chickened out. His hole clenched tight, refusing entry. But Pan Hao had his ways. He grabbed Xu Ran’s ass and pried it wide open. That stretched little hole looked like it was blooming, inviting that thick cock in like it had missed it.

He held Xu Ran steady by the hips, pushed forward, and stuffed his cock in. Just the umbrella-shaped tip slipping inside had Xu Ran howling. Pan Hao had to slow down, though he didn’t back out. He leaned down and kissed Xu Ran, sealing his mouth as he pushed in deeper, letting that thick shaft open him up inch by inch.

Xu Ran’s expression was twisted in discomfort. He clutched at Pan Hao’s arms like he wanted to bite him. Pan Hao gently stroked his face and said, “Hang in there.”

Xu Ran cursed him silently. Hang in there, my ass. Let’s see how you like shoving something this huge up yours.

But he didn’t say it out loud. Instead, he kept that flirty look in his eyes, letting Pan Hao slide in and start moving. The pace was slow and almost gentle, but Xu Ran knew better. The sweet start was always a setup for the rough end.

Sure enough, once his body started adjusting and his moans softened, Pan Hao hooked his legs over his shoulders and grabbed his waist, pounding into him full force. The pleasure slammed in so hard, Xu Ran had to reach down and stroke his own cock just to release the tension.

That slippery, tight hole drove Pan Hao crazy. He fucked him relentlessly, hundreds of thrusts without stopping. Xu Ran’s moans turned shaky, laced with tears. He tried kicking at Pan Hao’s shoulder to get him to slow down, but it was useless. His ass cheeks had turned red from all the slapping. Pan Hao was still full of energy, flipping him over and fucking him from different angles.

Xu Ran had already cum once. His cock hung limp between his thighs, swinging helplessly with every thrust. The pain from earlier had long faded into pleasure, and now into a kind of numbness. He didn’t even feel hard anymore. No matter how hard Pan Hao pounded into his ass, it just felt like too much.

He tried to prop himself up on his elbows to escape, hoping to dislodge that monster cock, but the second he moved, Pan Hao caught on. He let Xu Ran pull away just enough to leave the tip inside, then yanked him back with a single thrust that dragged the head all the way in, scraping past the base of his hole and grinding against his pubes. Xu Ran collapsed onto the bed, trembling. Pan Hao climbed on top and held him down, fucking into him without pause.

Xu Ran whimpered, even offered to suck him off just to make it end. But Pan Hao remembered all the bratty shit Xu Ran had pulled earlier and had no intention of going easy. He got more ruthless, tied Xu Ran’s hands to the bedframe, then reached down and jerked his cock.

Before long, Xu Ran was hard again.

But Pan Hao wasn’t going to finish him off. After getting him fully erect, he left the cock untouched and focused on pounding a sensitive spot inside. Xu Ran tried jerking himself but couldn’t with both hands tied. Frustrated, he cursed loudly. Pan Hao didn’t even bother silencing him, letting him scream and curse as his hips picked up speed.

In the end, when Pan Hao finally came deep inside, he was merciful enough to stroke Xu Ran just in time. Xu Ran’s cock twitched, spilling hot cum across his belly. Inside, a heavy load of cum filled him, spreading warmth through his body.

“You motherfucker… you trying to kill me…” Xu Ran’s voice was hoarse, and he immediately regretted not letting Pan Hao get off these past few days. Now the man was like a starving beast, tearing him apart.

“If you weren’t so lazy, you could’ve kept up.” Pan Hao smirked, pulling out. He gave that red, spanked ass a few more pats.

Xu Ran wiggled his hips weakly, too tired to talk. He just sighed. Pan Hao heard it loud and clear.

That was a satisfied sigh.