OAS 13

When He Ziwei opened his eyes, everything was dark. Night had already fallen, and the dorm was unnervingly quiet. He lay flat on his back, groping along the edge of the bed with his right hand. It took a while before he finally found his phone. He hit the lock screen button, and the sudden brightness made him squint. The time was 8:10 PM.

He switched on the light, and the room finally felt like it had a pulse again. The bunks belonging to Li Shiye and Sun Shichao were perfectly made. Obviously, both had gone home. Tang Zhou hadn’t returned yet.

He Ziwei had not slept well. His dream had been scattered and strange, something about hiding and running from someone, and he had woken up in a sweat. He scratched at his hair absently, grabbed some clean clothes, and headed to the bathroom.

Tang Zhou pushed the bathroom door open just as He Ziwei realized he hadn’t locked it. A rush of cool air hit his back, making him flinch. He jerked his head around in shock, but before he could see anything clearly, the foam from his shampoo slid into his eyes. He let out a soft cry and clapped a hand over them.

Before he could do more than flinch, someone caught his wrist. Tang Zhou tilted his face up and pressed him back beneath the showerhead, one hand steady on his chin, the other gently rinsing the soap from his eyes.

“You’re really this dumb?” Tang Zhou muttered coldly.

He Ziwei squirmed, but then heard Tang Zhou’s voice again.

“Stop moving.”

The air hit his face as he spoke, too close to ignore. A shiver ran up He Ziwei’s spine.

A few seconds passed. The stinging in his eyes started to fade. He nudged at Tang Zhou lightly, but the man didn’t let go. Instead, he pushed his head down and began massaging shampoo through his hair. Within moments, he had scrubbed him clean from scalp to neck.

His hands weren’t gentle, but He Ziwei still felt embarrassed. A flush crept up his cheeks.

“Why are you back so early?” he asked.

“It’s dark. Where else would I go?” Tang Zhou answered casually. He raked through He Ziwei’s hair a couple more times, then finally let him go.

“How was dinner?” He Ziwei looked up, eyes rimmed red from the shampoo, expression soft.

Tang Zhou stared at him for a long moment before answering.

“Didn’t get enough.”

“…Oh.” He Ziwei closed his mouth immediately. There was no safe way to respond to that. If he told Tang Zhou to go eat something, the man might say, then I’ll eat you. Ask why he was still hungry, and he’d probably say, saving room for you. With the way Tang Zhou had been acting today, anything cheesy and shameless felt entirely possible. And after everything they’d done lately, He Ziwei couldn’t even call it paranoia anymore.

Their brief, painfully awkward attempt at conversation died in silence. Tang Zhou hadn’t come back to stir anything up. He’d skipped out on their meal and felt a little guilty, so he figured he should at least check in. He’d meant to knock, but the door opened the moment he touched it, and things went off-script from there.

Now, standing in damp clothes that clung uncomfortably to his skin, Tang Zhou started undressing.

“Let’s just shower together. Help me wash my back.”

Before He Ziwei could say no, the two of them were already standing under the same showerhead, completely naked. Pale skin and golden tan pressed into the steam together. He didn’t care how anyone else might see it. To him, this whole scene looked completely obscene.

Fortunately, Tang Zhou’s intentions for the moment were entirely decent. He washed his hair quickly, then handed He Ziwei a scrub towel.

It was such a reasonable request that He Ziwei couldn’t bring himself to refuse. He grumbled softly and started rubbing Tang Zhou’s back.

He had seen the guy naked before, but that didn’t stop him from sneaking in a few thoughts as he scrubbed. Damn. That chest, that stomach. If this wasn’t masculine perfection, what was? His eyes were filled with bitter envy and reluctant admiration. Same species, both male, yet the difference was this unfair.

Tang Zhou had kept his behavior so normal that He Ziwei finally let down his guard. It almost felt like they were two bros washing up together in one of those massive public bathhouses up north. He Ziwei was born and raised in the south, had never been in one of those places in his life, and every time he saw Tang Zhou scrubbing with a towel like this, he’d been a little curious. Now that the tension had faded, his interest was stirred again. He poked Tang Zhou lightly and said, “Your turn. Help me scrub a bit?”

He Ziwei had already turned around and lowered his head, presenting his back. It took a while, but finally Tang Zhou placed a hand on his shoulder.

He had never scrubbed someone else before. His grip was too strong, and He Ziwei flinched away almost immediately.

“Hey hey hey—go easy!”

Tang Zhou placed a hand on his waist to keep him still, then slowed his pace and kept rubbing.

He Ziwei’s skin was so pale that just a few swipes of the towel left his back flushed, streaked with red like it had been touched all over by someone’s hands. His body started to ache from bending over so long, so he braced himself against his knees. His round, pale ass arched upward, swaying gently with each motion of the towel. Between his cheeks, the soft rim of his hole peeked out just barely.

What started as a simple back scrub was quickly turning into something else.

The towel’s movements began to slow. He Ziwei was just starting to sense something was off when Tang Zhou yanked him back, locking him against his chest. A thick, heavy cock pressed straight into the cleft of his ass.

Tang Zhou bit down on his cheek, hard enough to leave a mark.

“You really are fucking begging for it.”

He Ziwei’s eyes were wide with shock. He hadn’t done anything. How the hell was this his fault? What exactly had he done to be called fucking begging for it?

Tang Zhou didn’t give him any time to reflect on what he had just said. He rinsed He Ziwei clean and pressed in from behind, lips trailing along the nape of his neck. His hand slid down and found its way directly to his hole.

The attack came fast. One hand stroked him from the front, the other toyed with his rim. He Ziwei couldn’t take it for long. His body gave out, slumping weakly against the man behind him, his breathing growing shallow and ragged.

He was tight. But under Tang Zhou’s practiced fingers, the flesh around his entrance began to twitch open, just barely. Tang Zhou coaxed the folds gently, then pushed inward all at once. A low gasp slipped from He Ziwei’s lips, and the soft muscle took in half a finger. There was no lube in the bathroom, so Tang Zhou pumped a little body wash onto his fingers and worked one in. His lips still pressed against He Ziwei’s neck, trailing kisses along the skin.

The air was thick with steam and heat. Their breaths came fast and shallow, heavy and labored like athletes at the end of a sprint. With the finger grinding deep against his prostate, He Ziwei was pushed right to the edge. One last sharp thrust hit the spot, and his whole body shuddered. He came hard, spilling all over the shower floor. The score was now 1–0.

The match was still on. Player One, Tang Zhou, was not about to be left behind. He pulled out the three fingers buried in that slick hole, bent He Ziwei forward, lined himself up, and pushed his cock in.

“Condom—mmh—condom!” He Ziwei cried out.

“It’s in already. Be good.”

“…Ah… mmh…”

Tang Zhou slammed into him, every thrust precise and fierce. He Ziwei’s protests collapsed into breathless moans, his body giving in as he silently accepted the foul play.

Tang Zhou fucked him hard and fast. The pain hit first, sharp and overwhelming, but quickly gave way to something deeper. Heat coiled low in his belly. His rim throbbed with every stroke, slick and overstretched, until his legs started to give out.

He Ziwei could barely stay upright. His spine lost its strength, his knees threatened to give out. When he looked back over his shoulder, his eyes were glazed with heat. His mouth opened, but no words came. He could only gasp for breath, as if he were drowning, helpless moans breaking free from the back of his throat.

Tang Zhou paused just long enough to pull him upright. He grabbed him under the thighs, pulled him into a face-to-face position, and held him up by that plump, flushed ass. He Ziwei let out a sharp gasp as Tang Zhou hauled his legs up around his waist. Instinctively, he grabbed onto his shoulders for balance.

Tang Zhou hoisted him a little higher, pinning him against the bathroom door. Then he plunged his cock back inside and began thrusting hard. Every movement forced his body up, then pulled him straight back down, held aloft by nothing but the thick, iron-hard cock driving into him. It overwhelmed him completely, blanking out everything else. Tears slipping from the corners of his eyes as he clamped his legs tightly around Tang Zhou’s waist.

“Mmh… it’s… it’s too deep…” He Ziwei whimpered, tilting his head back as the door behind him rattled under the force of each thrust, the heavy thudding eventually syncing up with the pounding of his own heart.

Once the tears started, they didn’t stop. His lashes were soaked, fanned out and clumped together like delicate brushes. Under the warm bathroom light, their shadows fell in trembling streaks across his flushed cheeks. Droplets ran down freely, splashing lightly onto his chest. Tang Zhou bent down and began licking the tears away, tracing the trails up across his skin until he kissed the corner of He Ziwei’s eye.

His lips moved to his ear.

“Want me to slow down?”

He Ziwei buried his face against Tang Zhou’s shoulder, gasping for breath. It took him a long moment to force out a soft, tear-laced reply.

“…Yes.”

Tang Zhou stopped moving. He kept himself fully buried, letting his cock rest deep inside, and began rolling his hips slowly against the tender spot inside. Each motion was measured and shallow, the stimulation maddeningly precise. His hands caressed and kneaded the soft curves of He Ziwei’s ass, coaxing small contractions from within that made the tight passage clench around him. He barely moved, but every little grind scraped over that nerve-ending sweet spot, teasing it again and again without giving relief.

He Ziwei’s whole body began to melt. The heat, the unbearable ticklish pleasure deep in his gut, the way every nerve in his lower spine lit up. It crushed whatever fragments of sanity he had left. He began writhing in Tang Zhou’s arms, but he couldn’t escape. Tang Zhou had him caged in completely.

The more he struggled, the more his breath turned ragged. His soft cries stretched into breathy, drawn-out moans, thin and pleading.

Tang Zhou clamped his lips over He Ziwei’s earlobe, sucking until it was wet and red. His ears were incredibly sensitive. Every time Tang Zhou did that, his hole would clench down involuntarily.

“You’re crying so much,” Tang Zhou murmured, breath brushing directly into his ear. He thrust his hips forward sharply, cock grinding deep, then chuckled softly, voice low and warm. “Is it really that hard to take? Then maybe I should stop.”

He Ziwei’s back slammed against the door. But even as he leaned away, his hands clung tightly to Tang Zhou’s shoulders, fingers digging in, knuckles white. The corners of his eyes were damp and red, full of unbearable tension, lips trembling as he stared up at Tang Zhou in a silent plea. That look made Tang Zhou burn from the inside out.

“What is it?” Tang Zhou asked. He kissed the side of his face, right on a glistening trail of tears. “Tell me. I’ll do whatever you say.”

He Ziwei looked so miserably embarrassed, cheeks flushed and eyes brimming. After a long pause, he finally shut his eyes and whispered, barely audible through the tremble in his voice.

“Move… mmh… move again…”

“Like this?” Tang Zhou slowly drew back to the edge of his rim, then pushed all the way in.

He Ziwei couldn’t take it. The slow torture was too much. He started crying harder again, lips parting in helpless sobs. “Ah… faster… please… just—just go faster…”

“Then hold on,” Tang Zhou breathed, laughing softly. He drove in hard, pounding into the very center of him. He wrapped his arms tight around He Ziwei and began fucking him ruthlessly.

He Ziwei couldn’t think. His entire body shook, his mouth found Tang Zhou’s neck and bit down hard. Every thrust sent tremors through his legs. It only took a few more before he came again, untouched, strings of cum dripping down between them.

Tang Zhou didn’t stop. Inside the relentlessly clenching passage, he kept thrusting, kept grinding. He buried himself all the way to the base, again and again, until finally he slammed in as deep as he could and came hard.

In that moment, he could have sworn he heard He Ziwei whisper his name, the sound wet with breath, trembling right against his ear.