EWH Extra 1

Yang Moshou pinned Xu Wanhe underneath him and started biting at him wildly.

His face was smeared with saliva, shiny and wet.

Yang Moshou was completely starving for him.

Because Xu Wanhe’s body temperature was a little high, his skin was firm and hot, and biting down felt like sinking his teeth into tough, juicy muscle.

Trapped beneath him, Xu Wanhe struggled to peel off his clothes while getting bit all over.

He pushed himself up, only to find the little bastard still clinging to him, sucking on his nipple.

It did feel kind of good, but it also felt strange as hell.

Xu Wanhe grunted lowly,
“…Fuck… stop sucking…”

Yang Moshou loved how Xu Wanhe was starting to get aroused under him, but unfortunately, he was not strong enough.
Barely a minute into it, Xu Wanhe grabbed him by the collar, yanked him up, and flipped him onto the sofa.

Only a small desk lamp was on in the living room, casting a weak, blurry glow.

When Xu Wanhe leaned down to kiss him, he blocked even more of the light, and even though he was so close, Yang Moshou could barely make out his face.

When vision faded, every other sense became sharper.

Hot, wet lips smashed against his, kissing him with raw hunger.

Their tongues pressed and tangled against each other. Yang Moshou had no idea how long they kissed. He wanted to catch his breath, but all he could breathe in was Xu Wanhe’s burning hot breath.

It left him almost dizzy from lack of oxygen.

Somewhere along the way, his pants were stripped off. Yang Moshou wasn’t even sure when it happened. By the time he finally caught a breath, his mind started to clear and he noticed the cool air brushing against his bare skin.

Xu Wanhe straightened up and quickly stripped off his own clothes.

His body looked damn good. Broad shoulders, lean muscle, perfectly built.
Too bad that killer physique was usually hidden behind trash fashion.

Because he used to have a lot of casual partners, Xu Wanhe had developed the habit of always using protection, and it was hard for him to break it right away.

“Got any condoms?” he asked.

Yang Moshou lifted a hand and pointed toward the small cabinet next to the sofa.
“There’s a box in there. There’s lube too.”

Xu Wanhe pulled open the drawer, grabbed the stuff, and tossed the lube over to Yang Moshou before lowering his head to unwrap the condom for himself.

But just as he tore open the box, Yang Moshou’s foot suddenly landed right on his forehead.

Xu Wanhe lifted his head slightly.

He was about to lose his temper, but when he looked up, he realized Yang Moshou had just accidentally kicked him while smearing lube onto himself.

Yang Moshou finally noticed what he’d done but still shamelessly kept going.

He spread his legs wide, his cock half-hard, the small brown entrance beneath tightly shut. One of his fingers was circling over it, occasionally dipping inside the tight ring, flexing a few times to thoroughly slick it up.

This wasn’t prepping. This was straight-up whoring out his own hole.

Xu Wanhe swallowed unconsciously.

The intense stimulation made Xu Wanhe’s lower abdomen clench tight. He grabbed his cock, wanting to shove it in and fuck this slut sensele

In his haste, the condom slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor.

Xu Wanhe was about to pick it up when Yang Moshou suddenly pounced on him.

“I’ll put it on for you,” he said.

As he spoke, he grabbed the hard cock and took it straight into his mouth.

Xu Wanhe let out a deep grunt and grabbed a fistful of Yang Moshou’s hair.

The first suck went deep, the tip pressing against the back of his throat, triggering a strong gag reflex.

Saliva overflowed, drenching the entire shaft. Yang Moshou sucked hard, licking and slurping noisily with wet sounds filling the room.

Xu Wanhe had the urge to fuck his throat, but seeing how well he was working his mouth, he held back. He spread his legs wide on the couch, letting the head between his legs move up and down, licking all the way down the shaft to the balls, then using his soft, wet tongue to carefully tease the perineum.

Xu Wanhe kept running his fingers through Yang Moshou’s hair, sometimes gripping it tightly. His low, rough breathing made it clear just how good he was feeling.

Yang Moshou knelt under Xu Wanhe and gave him a blowjob for quite a while before finally freeing one hand to fumble around on the floor.

After feeling around for some time, he found the condom. Yang Moshou let go of him, tore open the packaging with his teeth, and slipped the condom onto the head of the cock.

Wrapping his lips over his teeth, he slowly took him back into his mouth, pushing the condom down inch by inch.

Xu Wanhe took a deep breath and patted his cheek.

“Not bad. You’re getting better at this…”

While Xu Wanhe was lowering his head to talk to him, Yang Moshou seized the chance like a cat snatching a dried fish, lifting his head and sucking lightly on his lips.

“Of course… now let’s see how good your moves are,” he teased.

Xu Wanhe cupped his face and started kissing him again.

Taking advantage of the moment, Yang Moshou straddled him, wrapping his arms around Xu Wanhe’s neck and eagerly returning the kiss.

Kissing Xu Wanhe felt too good. His whole body was rock solid, even his temper was rough and hard, only his lips were soft, carrying a faint cigarette smell, slightly bitter, but it made Yang Moshou’s heart feel sweet.

At least it was different from before. Back then, Xu Wanhe used to go straight in, no buildup, no tenderness. Now, he was actually kissing him, teasing him, taking his time.

This was what real sex felt like, completely different from before.

Their lower bodies rubbed against each other, neither of them sure who started it.

Yang Moshou straddled Xu Wanhe, twisting his waist. His snow-white ass was covered in red finger marks from being grabbed so hard.

Rough fingers sank deep into the flesh, but it still was not enough. Xu Wanhe slid his fingers between the cheeks, pressing against the soft, wet entrance, rubbing and teasing it.

“Ah… mm…”

Yang Moshou let out a low moan. He was suddenly pulled forward hard, making the finger inside him push in even deeper.

The second finger slipped in quickly.

The feeling of his hole being stretched was pretty good. It was still a bit rough, but for Xu Wanhe, he was already being gentle enough.

His nipples were caught between Xu Wanhe’s lips, his chest tingled and burned, and the itch deep inside his hole was even harder to bear.

The fingers inside him pushed in more lube, teasing his inner walls on purpose, making lewd, wet sounds that could make anyone blush.

When the third finger was pushed in,

Yang Moshou’s ears started turning red, his waist went soft, and his breathing grew heavy with excitement.

Just when he was soaking in the pleasure, the fingers suddenly pulled out.

The sudden emptiness in his hole made the need to be filled even stronger.

The hot, hard cock pressed against his entrance. Even before it could push in, Yang Moshou reached back, grabbed it, and sat all the way down on it himself.

His insides were stuffed full. Yang Moshou took a deep breath and shifted into a squatting position.

But after only a couple of movements, Xu Wanhe grabbed Yang Moshou’s waist and held him still.

Xu Wanhe did not really like letting others ride him.

Even in this position, he preferred to be the one fucking, watching the person on top get fucked until their legs gave out and they could not even squat anymore.

The sudden thrusts were fast and deep. Yang Moshou had his hands braced against Xu Wanhe’s chest, his toes curling, and he could not stop the moans spilling from his mouth.

“Ah… ah… slower… slow down…”

Because there was plenty of lube and they had spent time stretching him open, Xu Wanhe did not hold back at all.

Besides, he was never the gentle type, especially not in bed.

Now that he had a taste of it, he completely lost control, gripping Yang Moshou’s waist and slamming into him hard.

“Slow down? Can’t you fucking see your hole dripping like this? Huh? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Yang Moshou lowered his head slightly and saw that at some point a thin string of precum was hanging from the tip, swinging messily with every rough thrust. The sticky fluid had already smeared all over Xu Wanhe’s lower abdomen.

Yang Moshou was being pounded so hard he could barely catch his breath. He did not even bother arguing anymore, just squatted on top of him and whimpered, moaning like a slut desperate for more.

His ass kept bouncing with every thrust, and the sound of his balls slapping against his perineum echoed nonstop. Yang Moshou broke into a sweat, his legs trembling slightly, clearly struggling to keep squatting.

“You are gonna break me… gonna break me… you think I’m a disposable or something…”

Xu Wanhe stayed silent and kept thrusting into him.

Yang Moshou felt like his insides were about to be wrecked. At first he had still been deliberately moaning a little, but now the sounds in his throat could not be held back at all.

The pleasure was overwhelming, climbing up from his lower abdomen along his spine, almost exploding inside his head.

Xu Wanhe had been fucking him fast for a long time and was starting to feel the strain. He rammed hard twice right into his sweet spot, making Yang Moshou’s voice crack, then finally slowed down.

Seeing that Yang Moshou really could not hold on anymore, Xu Wanhe pulled out, thinking about changing positions.

The sofa in Yang Moshou’s place was too small for the two of them to keep messing around, so Xu Wanhe simply lifted him and moved him onto the small rug in front of the couch.

Yang Moshou lay on the carpet, legs spread wide, looking like a slut waiting to be fucked.

Xu Wanhe grabbed his waist, lifted him up a little, and gave his ass a firm smack.

“Kneel properly.”

Yang Moshou quickly stuck his ass out.

“Come on, black dog.”

Xu Wanhe did not really catch what he said.

When he thrust back in, he vaguely thought he had heard something strange, but he figured he must have been imagining it.

In the past, Yang Moshou had only ever called him Xiao Mei, never anything like that, so he was sure he must have imagined it.

Xu Wanhe really liked this position, so he fucked with even more energy.

When he was re-entered from behind, Yang Moshou’s relaxed muscles tightened up again. He had already been close to cumming earlier, so this time the sensation hit him even faster.

Xu Wanhe kept working him from behind, the thick, hard cock sliding in and out of the wet, sticky hole. When he reached down to touch it, the stretched skin at the opening sucked and clung to him like a little mouth, making noisy, wet slurping sounds.

Yang Moshou’s face flushed red, his guts tightening up like everything inside him was burning.

Xu Wanhe was also close. When he felt Yang Moshou’s hole clamping down, he started fucking him even harder.

Yang Moshou’s ass trembled rhythmically. His hole clenched tight, his whole body tensed up, and he came all over the carpet.

After shooting, Yang Moshou collapsed weakly onto the floor, completely drained. Xu Wanhe had to adjust their position, flipping him over and thrusting a few more times before finally cumming himself.

Both of them were soaked like they had been dragged out of the water, their cocks slick with sweat and other fluids.

Yang Moshou touched his messy, slippery hole, then suddenly sat up.

“It didn’t close!”

Xu Wanhe peeled off the condom filled with cum. He was planning to fuck him a little longer, but seeing Yang Moshou sitting up with a bit of a pissed-off look, he asked, “Close what?”

Yang Moshou spread his legs and looked down at his swollen, red hole.

“Look. My asshole won’t close.”

Xu Wanhe felt a little pissed.

“It’s not your first time… fuck… it’ll close up in a bit.”

Yang Moshou stared down for a while, then closed his legs, looking a little worried.

“We really gotta cut back from now on. What if I turn into a big loose slut…..”

Xu Wanhe let out a cold snort.

“If you turn loose, I’ll switch.”

Yang Moshou’s eyes lit up.

“Really? I get to fuck you then?”

“Fuck you, you piece of shit.”

Xu Wanhe was shaking with anger. In that moment, he completely lost the urge to give him the supermarket.