OAS 16

The dorm curtains were drawn shut. He Ziwei lay on his side in bed, his hand resting atop another’s as they both pressed over his underwear. When he looked up, he met a pair of dark, bright eyes staring straight into his. Just two days ago, Tang Zhou had fired three shots into him, and now, not even forty-eight hours later, they were back on his bed doing this? He Ziwei had no idea how to explain it. All he could do was dodge the other’s searching gaze. The air between them was thick with tension and awkward as hell.

“Who were you dreaming about?” Tang Zhou’s hand didn’t move from between his legs. He took the opportunity to grope a little more, half-smiling as he teased, “Yui Hatano? Maria Ozawa?”

“No,” He Ziwei coughed, clearly uncomfortable. “That kind of type’s not really my thing.”

“Then what kind of type do you like?” Tang Zhou followed up immediately, then seemed to remember something. His expression shifted. “Don’t tell me it was Song Shiyue.”

“Where the fuck are you getting that from? Of course not!” He Ziwei muttered. “Wasn’t even a girl.”

“Oh? Not a girl.” Tang Zhou’s mood visibly improved. “So a guy then. Don’t tell me it was me?”

“No way. You’re way off.” He Ziwei forced himself to act calm. “I didn’t even see the face.”

“So it was a guy.” Tang Zhou nodded. He wasn’t even care whether it was him anymore. “Were you on top or bottom?”

He Ziwei froze. He was not remotely ready to answer that. His mouth opened but no words came out.

“So you were on the bottom.” Tang Zhou said it like he had expected it all along, completely unsurprised. He leaned in closer until his breath hit He Ziwei right in the face, hot and heavy. “Dreaming about getting fucked by a man? Damn. I should probably reflect on this.”

Before He Ziwei could even react, Tang Zhou had stripped him clean and pushed him down flat. His bare back pressed against Tang Zhou’s burning chest, and his ass was being kneaded like dough. He Ziwei could feel every breath Tang Zhou exhaled brushing against his skin, and that low, lazy voice sounded beside his ear, tinged with laughter. “I’ll just have to try harder so that next time you dream, it’s me.”

Tang Zhou licked along the ridge of his spine, leaving a trail of wet, burning kisses on his flushed skin. The sticky gloss of saliva marked a sensual path all the way up. He bit down on the soft skin behind He Ziwei’s neck, one hand swirling over a hardened nipple, rubbing and teasing until the boy underneath him started letting out soft, helpless whimpers like a startled animal.

He Ziwei was down on all fours, lube smeared thick between his cheeks. Two fingers pushed in and out of his hole, stretching him open, slender knuckles grinding ruthlessly against his sensitive spot. The wet sounds of intrusion filled the room almost immediately.

He Ziwei wanted to fight it, but then he thought, he was going to get fucked eventually anyway. Better to get it over with than drag it out. Sooner rather than later. And honestly, Tang Zhou was pretty well-endowed and damn good at it. As far as being fucked went, this really wasn’t the worst way to go.

Tang Zhou flipped him over. Back-facing positions had their appeal, but he always felt something was missing when he couldn’t see He Ziwei’s face. He didn’t want to miss any of the expressions that might bloom across it.

He pressed He Ziwei’s legs open, and then trailed a series of soft kisses into the crease behind his knees, working slowly up the tender inside of his thighs. The skin there turned pink almost immediately under his mouth. Every little suck left behind a blooming red mark, and soon those bite-sized hickeys formed a winding path across his pale flesh.

Tang Zhou gave He Ziwei’s balls a light nip, and before the trembling could even stop, he wrapped his lips around that slender, flushed cock and took it deep into his mouth.

He Ziwei hadn’t expected that. Not at all. His whole body was burning up, but Tang Zhou’s mouth was even hotter. The heat made him shiver uncontrollably.

Tang Zhou’s tongue dragged across the tip, pausing to press hard against the slit, while his mouth moved rhythmically up and down. The obscene squelching filled the air, each sound pounding in time with He Ziwei’s racing heartbeat. His legs were pinned open, and there was nothing he could do. No struggling. No escape. All he could do was lie there and take it, while waves of pleasure tore through him.

He bit down on his lower lip, trying desperately to swallow the noises caught in his throat. But the moans kept bubbling out like boiling water, slipping through every crack. They came out ragged and soft, a mess of trembly gasps and half-sobs that made it sound like he was already falling apart.

His vision had gone unfocused. He blinked hard, trying to look down. Tang Zhou was looking right back up at him.

He didn’t show a trace of strain from the deep throat, didn’t flinch or falter. His eyes, framed by high, defined brow bones, were damp and sharp, like a whirlpool sucking He Ziwei down without mercy.

He Ziwei found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t look away. Their gazes were locked, magnetized. He felt like he could see himself reflected in those dark, shining eyes, dazed and desperate, staring back at Tang Zhou with a look that trembled on the edge of begging.

“Say it,” Tang Zhou said, pulling the cock from his mouth. His right hand slid up and tugged He Ziwei’s lip free from between his teeth. The skin had gone pale from the pressure, but the moment it was released, color rushed back in. His lips were red and swollen, looking like they might start bleeding if you touched them too hard. Tang Zhou slipped a finger into his mouth, brushing his tongue, letting it curl around. He smiled. “So what felt better, the dream, or this?”

A flicker of panic crossed He Ziwei’s eyes. There was something raw in his expression, a tight restraint that made him look almost in pain.

Tang Zhou leaned down and slid his left hand back to that slick, wet little entrance. The soft pink rim was already flushed a deeper shade. He lowered his head and kissed it, barely brushing the skin.

“Mm… stop! Don’t—ah… ahh…” The body beneath him jolted and squirmed violently, but Tang Zhou held him down, pushing himself in. Each thrust sent another quake through He Ziwei’s limbs.

Tears spilled out of his eyes, born from the shock, the shame, the overwhelming sensation. The first moan broke through, shattering whatever fragile wall had kept him quiet. Like a monk breaking silence mid-prayer, He Ziwei’s lips parted at last. Every breath came out in trembling gusts, shaky and raw, sprinkled with broken sobs that made the whole bed seem to echo.

“Too… mmh… too fast… please…” He Ziwei’s legs hung limply from the crook of Tang Zhou’s arms, his toes curling hard with every jolt. His voice had gone soft and begging. “Can you… mmh… slow down a little… please… uhhng…”

“Good boy.” Tang Zhou laced his fingers with He Ziwei’s, pulling him in closer as his hips kept driving forward, completely ignoring the plea. His cock throbbed with veins, blood pumping through it in a hot, urgent rhythm. Every brutal thrust split into the soft heat of He Ziwei’s body, making him whimper uncontrollably.

“Good boy.” Tang Zhou repeated, this time almost soothing. His cock was slamming straight into He Ziwei’s prostate, but his voice was soft, like he was spinning some beautiful fantasy. “It’s going to feel so good.”

“Ah—there—don’t—ahh—no more…” The pounding picked up pace. Tang Zhou’s abs were tight and sculpted, his waist moving with powerful precision. There was something viscerally beautiful about the way his body moved, all muscle and breath and control. He Ziwei’s muscles tightened all over, but he couldn’t summon any strength. His toes curled and trembled, his eyes wide and unfocused as he stared up at Tang Zhou. Tears slid silently across his temples, soaking into the pillow.

He stared up, mouth open, eyes wide, and called out his name. “Tang Zhou…”

“Yeah?” Tang Zhou murmured back, and leaned down to kiss the corners of his eyes, licking away the wet trails with gentle strokes of his tongue.

He Ziwei’s consciousness had already slipped from his body. He could feel Tang Zhou’s heat wrapping around him, his whole self caught in a rising tide of steam. It felt like being dunked in a pot of slow-boiling water. His limbs went limp. His mind scattered. Even his bones were starting to melt.

“Tang Zhou… mmh…” He called out again, voice soft like breathing. Something thick was stuck in his throat, something that desperately wanted to get out. A few seconds later, he came, shuddering violently. His whole body bucked as waves of semen slammed against his prostate like high-pressure water bursts, blindingly hot and overwhelming.

Tang Zhou’s cock slid out just after the final spurt. He Ziwei’s insides still contracted around nothing, the residual spasms automatic. With nothing plugging him up anymore, the thick fluid began to leak out, trickling slowly from his swollen rim and dripping onto the sheets below, blooming into a deep, dark stain.

Tang Zhou reached down to the foot of the bed and grabbed his phone, which was about to fall. Then he gathered He Ziwei into his arms, his expression soft, voice low. He Ziwei was still limp from the orgasm, eyes shut as he tried to steady his breathing. A few faint hickeys clung to his collarbone, the skin there flushed and marked.

“Tired?” Tang Zhou asked, eyes fixed on those faint love marks. His hand, resting on He Ziwei’s shoulder, rubbed slowly across his smooth skin. Then he casually pulled up his photo album, flipping through the revenge shots he had taken earlier. “Want to nap a bit?”

He Ziwei had just regained enough strength to move. He shook his head, shoved Tang Zhou off, and reached for tissues to start wiping himself down.

“What do you want to eat later?” Tang Zhou flipped through the album one last time, then began deleting the photos one by one.

“As if I actually get to eat what I want,” He Ziwei snapped, utterly humiliated now that he was clear-headed again. “I’d kill for some spicy duck blood hotpot right now!”

There was no hot water at this hour in the dorm, so with all that stickiness on him, he could only wipe down with a damp towel. Just the thought of walking around all day with these marks all over him made him feel miserable. He muttered under his breath, “You… you always do this… and you never even wear a condom…”

Tang Zhou looked at him for a moment. But instead of getting angry at this post-fuck tantrum, he just reached out and ruffled He Ziwei’s hair. “Wait here.”

After cleaning up and slipping his underwear back on, He Ziwei flopped down onto the bed like a broken man. This stupid little illness had started with a fuck, and ended with one too. Full circle. Neat and tidy. He was already used to Tang Zhou’s “you talk, I do what I want” lifestyle, so he didn’t expect much from the next meal.

Which was why he was so stunned when Tang Zhou actually came back holding a bowl of spicy duck blood hotpot.

The dish was supposed to be slick with oil and packed with fire, but this one didn’t even look like the real thing. Not a single chili pepper floated in the broth. He Ziwei stared at Tang Zhou with a look that said, Are you actually brain-damaged?

“You seriously trying to fool me? This is just clear broth malatang, isn’t it?”

“What’s with all the bitching?” Tang Zhou couldn’t help but laugh, remembering the way the restaurant owner looked at him when he said he wanted spicy duck blood hotpot with no spice. It was the exact expression you’d give a complete idiot.

He Ziwei weighed his options and chose to eat first. He picked up a bite with his chopsticks. “This tastes like shit.”

Tang Zhou leaned over and took a bite from the same pair of chopsticks. He nodded in agreement. “Then hurry up and finish it. If you don’t, I’ll fuck you again.”

And right after that, He Ziwei watched in disbelief as Tang Zhou casually opened a separate order of spicy chili chicken for himself.

How could someone be so shameless?! He Ziwei was stunned. Driven by pure rage, he started eating with extra vigor.

After a while, Tang Zhou’s voice drifted over from beside him. “Think about what you want to eat next. I’ll take you out tomorrow.”

He Ziwei didn’t answer. His chopsticks paused for a second in mid-air.

He really felt like he should get himself checked at a hospital. Something was definitely off. Why the hell had his heartbeat been acting up so much lately?