EWH 18

If it were any of Xu Wanhe’s past bed partners, they would’ve quickly smoothed things over.

At the very least, they would’ve tried to ease the awkwardness for him.

But Yang Moshou stood right in front of him, let out two cheeky laughs, and said,

“Doggy-ge.”

Fire shot straight up Xu Wanhe’s spine. He reached out to grab him, but Yang Moshou had already anticipated it and bolted.

His bangs flew up, exposing a big chunk of his forehead, pale and smooth like tofu, looking stupidly tempting.

Xu Wanhe chased after him but couldn’t catch up.

That left him a little frustrated.

Back in the day, he was more than just good with his fists. His speed was solid too. Never thought this scrawny-looking kid could run faster than a rabbit.

Yang Moshou sprinted toward the gatehouse like he was racing a punch clock, scooped up his zongzi and rice cakes, and dashed toward his building.

Xu Wanhe jumped in the car and started chasing.

Yang Moshou lived right near the complex entrance. By the time Xu Wanhe floored the gas and closed in, the guy had already run upstairs.

The old apartment building had a rusted-out security door that barely closed. Xu Wanhe gave it a pull and headed up after him.

The sound of pounding footsteps echoed through the stairwell, making the air feel tight.

Yang Moshou was running for his life, scrambling for his keys at the door, hands trembling like crazy.

His snacks fell to the floor. Behind him, the footsteps were getting louder and closer.

His breathing was starting to get shaky. Yang Moshou fumbled with the key, desperately trying to get it into the lock. Just as he finally opened the door, Xu Wanhe had reached the landing below.

Yang Moshou kicked the fallen food bag into the apartment and was just about to dive inside when he got yanked back by the collar.

Two zongzi rolled out of the bag, bounced twice across the floor, and came to a stop beneath the fridge.

Xu Wanhe grabbed him by the hair and slammed him against the doorframe with a solid thud.

Yang Moshou clutched at his scalp with both hands, eyes wide and glinting.

“I wasn’t fucked by some mutt. I was fucked by you.”

His cheeks were slightly flushed. Lips parted. The soft breath he exhaled landed on Xu Wanhe’s chin, warm and teasing like a feather.

Xu Wanhe was still burning, though it didn’t feel like rage anymore.

Damn it. He really wanted to bite this brat’s mouth.

And before the thought even finished, Yang Moshou leaned in and kissed him.

Xu Wanhe flinched and turned his head, but still ended up getting kissed.

Yang Moshou’s lips were soft and a little cool, with a faint fruity taste from some drink he’d had.

Xu Wanhe hoisted him up onto his shoulder, stepped into the apartment, and hooked the door shut with his foot.

Yang Moshou whispered, “There’s still food on the floor.”

Xu Wanhe hooked the bag inside with his foot before giving it another push. The door clicked and locked.

The body draped over his shoulder reached up, fingertip brushing the wall switch.

The lights flicked on.

It was a modest seventy or eighty square meter apartment, tidy and well-kept.

Xu Wanhe threw him down onto the couch, climbed on top, and immediately started undoing his buttons.

Yang Moshou kicked off his slippers, spread his legs, and wrapped them tightly around the man on top of him. He reached up, lifted Xu Wanhe’s T-shirt, and slid his hand underneath to feel the firm, solid waistline.

The muscles there were dense and powerful, like packed iron, radiating a raw explosive strength.

A shiver ran through Yang Moshou’s chest. After lingering there for a bit, he urgently pulled the shirt over Xu Wanhe’s head.

Xu Wanhe yanked off his shorts and grabbed his ass roughly, kneading the flesh before slapping it hard.

“Fucking slut. Wriggling so much. What, dying for me to fuck you?”

Yang Moshou’s hand rubbed the bulge straining in his pants.

“You’re one to talk. Look at you, hard as a rock. Who’s the horny one here?”

Xu Wanhe straightened up, undid his belt, pulled out his cock, and pressed it to Yang Moshou’s lips.

“Suck it.”

Yang Moshou wrapped both hands around the half-hard shaft, got down off the couch, adjusted his position, and knelt on the floor to give him a blowjob.

Since it wasn’t their first time, Yang Moshou’s technique had improved quite a bit. He started by circling the tip with his tongue, licking slowly, then took it in inch by inch, sucking gently. Before long, the entire shaft was wet, hard, and gleaming with spit, standing firm and swollen.

Xu Wanhe’s eyelids lowered slightly as he reached out to run his fingers through Yang Moshou’s hair.

The head bobbing between his thighs trailed down the shaft, licking past the base to the balls, tongue sliding over each one, even sweeping across the perineum. That pretty face buried in his thick pubic hair looked strained, his brows slightly knit like he was really working for it.

Xu Wanhe suddenly realized Yang Moshou’s side profile was actually quite nice.

Delicate lines, slightly upturned eyes, a face that held up well the longer you looked.

He tugged at his hair, lifting his head a little, then pushed his cock back into his mouth, rocking his hips slowly as he eased it into his throat.

Yang Moshou held the base with both hands, his eyes already starting to gloss over.

Xu Wanhe figured that was enough for now and pulled out.

“You got a condom?”

Still kneeling on the floor, Yang Moshou coughed twice, his face a little flushed. “…No…”

Xu Wanhe stared down at him. “Then did you wash?”

Yang Moshou wiped his mouth. “I’ll go wash up. Wait a sec.”

He got up from the floor, pulling his shorts on and grabbing the dropped zongzi along the way, then headed into the inner room.

Xu Wanhe heard the sound of tape being peeled and turned his head warily.

Yang Moshou was sealing the fridge shut with a long strip of clear tape. Xu Wanhe had no idea what he was trying to do with that.

About ten minutes later, the shower turned off. Yang Moshou came out of the bathroom completely naked and jumped right onto Xu Wanhe.

The cold skin made Xu Wanhe flinch.

“Fuck, you trying to freeze me to death? Get off.”

Yang Moshou clung to his neck. “That’s why I like you. You run hot. We balance each other out.”

Xu Wanhe didn’t bother arguing. He reached around and slid his fingers between Yang Moshou’s cheeks.

“You clean back here?”

Yang Moshou shivered and twisted sideways, grabbing the lube from under the coffee table and slapping it into Xu Wanhe’s hand. “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

Xu Wanhe pushed one finger in and bit down on the small nub on Yang Moshou’s chest.

Yang Moshou pushed his chest forward willingly, letting out a soft, satisfied moan. “Mmm… ah…”

Xu Wanhe felt the blood rush to his head. He inhaled hard and pushed a second finger inside that soft, warm entrance.

Yang Moshou straddled Xu Wanhe, ass spread around those two fingers, slowly rocking his hips to adjust to the slightly rough stretch.

Once he was fully prepped and Xu Wanhe had reached the edge of his patience, he pulled his fingers out, lifted Yang Moshou’s ass, and pressed his cock against that tight opening, pushing in bit by bit.

Yang Moshou clung to Xu Wanhe’s shoulders, trembling as he slowly took him in, all the way to the base.

The first sensation wasn’t exactly pleasant. It burned, stretched him too wide, mostly pain with just a little pressure.

But Xu Wanhe felt amazing. He sucked in a breath and started moving.

That thick cock rammed in and out of the tender, flushed rim again and again. Xu Wanhe gripped his waist tightly, giving him no room to escape. Yang Moshou could only spread his legs wide, whimpering and moaning with each thrust.