WFY 20

That bastard really lived up to his name. That night, he clung to Xu Ran and went at it again and again. The first two rounds, he at least cleaned them up a bit. After that, they both just stayed on the bed. If he got hard, they did it. After coming, they slept. Woke up hard, fucked again.

Xu Ran was nearly fucked to death. At first, he could still follow Pan Hao’s rhythm, but after too many rounds, he just lay there limp, not even willing to roll over. It got to the point where the scene looked like corpse fucking, but Pan Hao somehow found that part the most fun. That thick cock barely ever left his hole. Xu Ran started worrying he was going to end up with a prolapsed rectum and had to beg for mercy.

Which only turned that beast on more. He thought Xu Ran was just playing coy and secretly begging for more.

By the time this walking Viagra finally burned out, Xu Ran was dried up like a salted fish and passed out cold. His body was covered in red marks from their hours of fucking. His ass was bruised purple, and that stretched hole between his cheeks was still slowly leaking thick white come.

Seeing Xu Ran reduced to such a wreck, lying limp like a ragdoll, Pan Hao almost got hard again. But in the end, he felt more pity than lust. Watching Xu Ran drool with his mouth open and snoring like a baby, he fought the urge and did his duty as the top, cleaning up properly afterward.

When Xu Ran woke up the next day, everything hurt. He didn’t need to look to know the most abused part of his body was probably swollen to hell. The bastard responsible was still sleeping like the dead next to him. Xu Ran seriously considered giving him the silent treatment for a few days, but after thinking about the consequences, he decided being obedient might be the safer route.

Thankfully, Pan Hao had at least some conscience. When he woke up, he gave Xu Ran a full-body massage, kneading shoulders and back with surprising tenderness. He even said from now on, he’d listen to whatever the “wifey” ordered. Anything she said, he’d do. Xu Ran immediately started planning all kinds of tasks in his head, from making him help cheat on exams to fetching drinks and snacks. He didn’t even have time to argue about that stupid nickname.

After being together long enough, things started circling back to how they first met. One time, Xu Ran asked Pan Hao, “Was I easy to get?”

Pan Hao replied, “???”

And the next second, Xu Ran realized it himself. Pan Hao had never actually made a move on him in the first place!

Well, unless you count getting “raped.”

That thought left Xu Ran feeling a little unfairly treated. He insisted that Pan Hao should chase him properly, just once, by the book. Pan Hao looked at him like he had something wrong with his brain and said, “Why would I do something so pointless?”

Pan Hao clearly wasn’t the type to play along. He lived in the moment and didn’t care for things like courting. Xu Ran hadn’t meant it seriously either. He just wanted, for once, to feel like someone was chasing after him.

“Come on, come on, I’m great at acting,” Xu Ran said.

Pan Hao stared at him in silence.

But the next day, he played along.

Day one, Pan Hao brought him three meals a day, added fruits and snacks after each one, and sent a goodnight text before bed.

Day two, same routine.

Day three, still the same.

Xu Ran finally snapped. “Is this your only method of chasing someone? How is this any different from our normal days, you dumbass?”

Not to mention they slept in the same bed every night. What was the point of texting?

Pan Hao stayed calm. “I don’t have much experience.”

Xu Ran glared at him. “Start over.”

That day, Xu Ran went to the movies with a friend. Since Pan Hao was technically still in pursuit, he didn’t get to come along. Xu Ran tried to focus on the film, but his phone kept vibrating in his pocket until his leg went numb.

Thinking it might be something urgent, he checked his phone.

Pan Hao: Have you eaten? Where are you? What did you eat? What are you doing?

Xu Ran replied with a single word. “Fuck off.” Then blocked him.

When the movie ended, he unblocked him and called. “Dude, please stop. I give up. You win.”

Pan Hao: Alright. I’m going to go play basketball then.

Xu Ran: … Bye.

When one plan fails, it’s time for another.

Xu Ran changed tactics. Now he was going to chase Pan Hao. The latter had already lost interest in the game, or more accurately, had never had much interest to begin with. But Xu Ran still hadn’t given up, he just nodded and agreed.

Afterward, Xu Ran didn’t seem much different from usual. He didn’t do anything to show affection either. Good thing Pan Hao didn’t care much for that kind of stuff anyway. He forgot about it pretty quickly, and life went on as usual.

There was one thing though. He started to notice Xu Ran stealing glances at him all the time. When Pan Hao looked over, he’d immediately look away. His eyes blinked like he had dry eye syndrome. And when their eyes did meet, Xu Ran would actually blush. It left Pan Hao feeling kind of weird inside, but in a strangely sweet way.

Once the weather got colder, the two didn’t go out much anymore. But of course they couldn’t stay holed up forever. Guys only rotated through a few pieces of clothing, and Pan Hao wasn’t the kind of person who cared much about fashion. That ridiculously handsome face ended up wasted on plain outfits, but love is blind. Xu Ran thought it was kind of cute. Sporty boys had their own kind of charm anyway.

After all the lingering glances and awkward shyness, Xu Ran disappeared for a few nights. No one knew where he was off to. As Christmas approached, the topic of gifts came up everywhere. Even Pan Hao got roped into giving a few suggestions, none of which were actually used.

People were living better these days, and when it came to gifts, everyone cared more about how much they were worth. Plenty were willing to live on instant noodles for weeks just to buy stuff for their crush. Pan Hao watched all this with a raised brow. He had no clue what Xu Ran might want, so he figured maybe he’d just send him some money on the day and call it a gift.

When Christmas came around, and most of the campus had cleared out, Pan Hao was still in the dorm playing games. Xu Ran, who’d been missing for over a week, finally showed up. He had his hands behind his back. Pan Hao glanced over and smirked, “What’s up, princess?”

Xu Ran’s expression cracked for a second, but he forced it back. He walked over and handed him something. “Here. For you.” When Pan Hao looked down, he added, “A Christmas gift.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Pan Hao took the paper bag and pulled out a soft bundle of pale gray fabric. It was neatly folded and felt thick and warm. Definitely not store-bought.

A thought flashed through his mind and he suddenly realized what Xu Ran had been doing all those nights.

“You made this?” Pan Hao was genuinely surprised. These days, even most girls couldn’t be bothered with that kind of thing. But Xu Ran had put in the effort. Xu Ran nodded, a little awkwardly, and grunted, “You like it or not?”

“Yeah.” Pan Hao really did. He’d spent the past few days hearing about all kinds of flashy gifts, each with a price tag attached. But this… this actually meant something. “You know what a scarf means when it’s given at Christmas, right?” Xu Ran asked. Then he immediately regretted it. Someone like Pan Hao probably didn’t.

But Pan Hao looked him dead in the eyes. “I know.”

Neither of them said it out loud. It would’ve sounded like something from ten years ago. Xu Ran took a breath and asked, “So, will you be with me?”

Pan Hao blanked for a second. Where the hell did that come from? But when he saw Xu Ran’s hopeful face, he mentally ran through everything that had happened and finally remembered the “chasing” thing from before.

He nearly burst out laughing but held it in. Instead, he played along and nodded. “Yeah.”

With that one word, Xu Ran dropped the act. He plopped down on Pan Hao’s lap and started complaining. “That was exhausting. This whole thing is a damn hassle. Took me forever to find someone to teach me how to knit.”

Pan Hao folded the scarf and kissed him on the cheek. “Want a reward?”

Xu Ran waved it off. “Whatever. Just playing out the plot.” Pan Hao grabbed his phone and tapped a few times. Xu Ran peeked at the screen. When he saw a four-digit deposit hit his account, he nearly dropped to his knees and called him daddy on the spot. Wrapping his arms around Pan Hao’s neck, he whined, “Why the hell didn’t you use this move from the beginning? Would’ve saved us a whole damn arc.”

Pan Hao gave his head a pat. “Thanks for the scarf.”

Xu Ran got flustered. “Ugh, don’t get all sappy on me.”

Pan Hao gave him a look. No mushy talk? Then it’s time for something filthier.

That night, he took his time and gave Xu Ran everything he wanted. Gentle when he needed to be, rough when Xu Ran begged for it. He fucked him so thoroughly, Xu Ran’s hole went numb and trembled with overstimulation.

After making Xu Ran come once, Pan Hao stopped holding back. He ignored all the fake pleas for mercy and rammed in hard, pounding that soft hole until it was gripping him tight like it was soaking in warm water.

Xu Ran shook his head, whining that he couldn’t take any more, but his hands were on Pan Hao’s ass, pulling him in deeper. He’d already come once and hadn’t fully recovered, but his back hole was so well-fucked and blissed out he couldn’t stop moaning. Holding Pan Hao by the neck, he kissed him over and over. “Why do I love you so damn much… and your big fucking cock…”

Pan Hao chuckled and kissed him back. “I love you too. And your tight little slutty hole.”

In the end, no matter how they said it, this was still the most honest way they showed each other love.

— The End —