EWH 13

The only reason Xu Wanhe didn’t hit him was because, for a moment, he saw himself in him.

That thought alone made him feel like this little doctor was just another pitiful soul.

Yang Moshou flailed on his shoulder, one of his shoes falling to the floor, followed by a sock, exposing a pale foot like a lotus root.

“Get off! Give me back my hoodie!”

Xu Wanhe didn’t say a word. He carried him into the back room, and on the way past the desk, he reached into a drawer and grabbed something. This office wasn’t just an office. It was a private billiard room. A single English-style pool table stood on a patterned carpet. The room was beautifully decorated, but Xu Wanhe had never once used it.

As the wall lights lit up, Yang Moshou jabbed his elbow into Xu Wanhe’s shoulder blade.

“What the hell! Why are you acting all high and mighty just because you stole someone’s hoodie? Either give it back or put me down. Pick one and quit the bullshit!”

Xu Wanhe kept a straight face. He didn’t say a word. He just dropped Yang Moshou directly onto the pool table, then turned around and slammed the door shut.

The loud bang echoed.

Yang Moshou rolled off the table, took a few steps, then stopped. Something didn’t feel right. He looked down.

“Where’s my shoe? And my other sock?”

He went back and grabbed Xu Wanhe by the collar.

“You thief! You stole my hoodie, my shoe, and my sock!”

Xu Wanhe stared at him coldly. “You grabbing my collar?”

Yang Moshou broke into a cold sweat under that glare. “…No, I wasn’t.”

He let go right after.

“I’m leaving. Keep the hoodie. Bye.”

His legs were weak, and he was off balance. After just two steps, he bumped his head right into Xu Wanhe’s chest and ended up burying his face in it. Yang Moshou took a deep breath and didn’t move again.

Xu Wanhe’s arms were strong. He lifted him up again and placed him back on the pool table.

Yang Moshou struggled to sit up and accidentally pressed down on a few items.

There were travel-sized packs of lube and several condoms.

He looked at the brand of lube.

“You black-hearted wolf!”

Xu Wanhe pulled down his pants, boxers and all.

“If you don’t want it shoved in raw, then lube yourself.”

Yang Moshou sat cross-legged on the pool table, head down, rubbing the stuff in.

“This is rape.”

Xu Wanhe wasn’t in the mood to argue. Once he saw the lube was spread well enough, he pressed him down hard onto the table.

Yang Moshou’s ass landed right at the edge of the slate, just the right height.

Xu Wanhe, unexpectedly, pulled open his shirt.

Beneath the open collar was a lean chest, with two faint tea-colored points, flat and untouched, like they’d never been played with before.

Xu Wanhe reached out and pinched one. The flat spot instantly perked up into a small hard nub.

Then he licked it with the tip of his tongue, taking it into his mouth and gently sucking.

Yang Moshou shivered all over, his hands and feet curling up.

“Why are you sucking my nipple? I’m not your mom.”

Xu Wanhe held back his temper. Thinking how many people begged to be served by him, and this damn doctor was still playing hard to get.

Yang Moshou was feeling ridiculously good, but when he saw Xu Wanhe straighten up, he reached out and tugged him. “Why’d you stop licking me?”

Xu Wanhe grabbed a condom and tore the wrapper open with his teeth.

“Fuck off.”

Then he grabbed Yang Moshou’s wrist and guided his hand down.

“Help me put it on.”

With lube still slick on his fingers, Yang Moshou rolled the condom onto him, giving that hard length a squeeze, the familiar shape hot and rigid in his grip. “…It’s so warm.”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s alright, I guess.”

Xu Wanhe gave a cold laugh and slapped his ass. “If you like it, then spread your legs. And make sure you sound slutty when you start moaning.”

Yang Moshou laid back down, eyes fixed on the ceiling above as he opened his legs.

When Xu Wanhe slowly pushed in, Yang Moshou flinched.

For a second, his mind cleared, but he slipped right back into a haze.

“My asshole’s gonna split! If it does, I’ll need stitches!”

“It’s not splitting. Shut the fuck up.”

“It hurts… it fucking hurts…”

Only then did Xu Wanhe realize he forgot to stretch him out. He pulled out slightly, squeezed more lube at the entrance, pressed down on the tight muscle a few times, then slowly slid back in.

This time, Yang Moshou didn’t scream or whine like before. His eyes looked dazed, and every now and then he let out a drunken hiccup.

Xu Wanhe looked at his dumb expression and felt incredibly annoyed.

He yanked off his shirt and threw it over Yang Moshou’s face, figuring that if the guy really ended up puking, at least he wouldn’t have to look at it and could still finish.

Yang Moshou pulled the neon green shirt off his face.

“Whose shirt is this? Neon green… fucking disgusting…”

Then he gagged for real.

Xu Wanhe started to go soft. But not completely. After thrusting in a couple more times, he was hard again.

He seriously regretted letting his dick make decisions and ending up screwing some drunk idiot.

This had to be the nastiest fuck of his life.

Luckily, Yang Moshou calmed down pretty quickly. Xu Wanhe let out a breath, gripped his narrow waist, and got to work.

At first, the heat inside was overwhelming, but the longer he pushed and filled him, the better it felt.

Yang Moshou seemed unusually excited. His cock stayed rock hard, pressed up against Xu Wanhe’s lower stomach, the tip sticky.

That was a beautiful sight to Xu Wanhe.

Most people would go limp from the pain. Staying this hard the entire time was rare.

They switched positions a few more times.

By the time they ended up back in a face-to-face position, Xu Wanhe could feel himself getting close.

The chandelier in his line of sight swayed back and forth, making his head spin.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but Yang Moshou’s whole body flushed with a sensual red. His long legs wrapped tightly around Xu Wanhe’s waist as he moaned loudly without holding back.

Loud enough to make Xu Wanhe’s ears turn red.

Holding that waist tight, Xu Wanhe panted heavily and started thrusting shallow and fast.

“You still feeling itchy, huh?”

Yang Moshou rubbed his foot along Xu Wanhe’s sweaty waist, nails digging into the muscle of his arm. “It itches… it really itches…”

Veins bulged along Xu Wanhe’s arms as his movements sped up.

“So am I still black?”

“Not black…”

Yang Moshou’s eyes were glossy with tears, lips trembling. His lower abdomen throbbed with a familiar hardness, right on the edge of release.

Xu Wanhe felt a wave of satisfaction. He gave two more hard thrusts and made Yang Moshou come right then and there.

A splash of thick white fluid landed on Yang Moshou’s chin. He let out a muffled sound, then went limp like a corpse.

His face had gone pale, unusually so.

“I… I…” Yang Moshou’s voice was all over the place.

“What? Huh?”

“I feel like I’m gonna puke…”

“Fuck you.”

Xu Wanhe cursed, watching Yang Moshou cover his mouth and sit up to run off the table.

The worst part was, Xu Wanhe was still inside him. If he hadn’t reacted quickly, his dick would’ve snapped right off as Yang Moshou got down.

“Get the fuck out and puke!”

Yang Moshou ran out bare-assed, crouched by the couch, and threw up violently into a shopping bag from some department store.

Xu Wanhe had no interest in waiting for him to come back. He just grabbed the nearest piece of clothing and jerked himself off. Only after he climaxed did he realize it was one of his own shirts.

That made him feel sick too.