OAS 21

Tang Zhou came back in a good mood. The interviewer had seemed to like him, and even the English portion, his weakest link, had gone surprisingly well, thanks to spot-on question prep.

He was dying to share the news with He Ziwei, but the other candidates had all been strong. Since nothing was official yet, he held back the urge pounding in his chest.

His train arrived at 3:40. After taking the subway and transferring to a bus, he made it back to campus just after five. There was only one person in the dorm when he returned.

He Ziwei was lying flat on his bed, earphones in, a large sleep mask covering half his face. The other half was all sharp lines and soft lips, the faint rise and fall of steady breathing visible at the nose.

Tang Zhou leaned down and kissed him.

A moment later, He Ziwei pushed him away, raising one hand to tug the sleep mask off. His half-lidded eyes hadn’t yet come into focus, the daze still lingering in his gaze. It wandered a bit, then landed on Tang Zhou’s face.

“You’re back?” he mumbled, voice rough with sleep, thick with nasal warmth like early-morning fog.

Tang Zhou caught his hand and leaned in again, brushing another kiss against his lips. He whispered at his ear, “Did you miss me?”

He still carried the scent of travel on his skin. Tang Zhou’s longer strands grazed against his cheek, and He Ziwei could feel his own pulse speed up. But his face stayed calm.

“I was hoping you’d never come back.”

“Ungrateful brat.” Tang Zhou laughed and ruffled his hair, sitting down beside him on the bed. “Get changed. I’m taking you out.”

“For what?” He Ziwei sat up slowly, slumping for a while before moving again. His voice had cleared. “You passed the interview?”

“Even if I didn’t, I’m still buying dinner.”

Tang Zhou grabbed his arm and tried to drag him out of bed, lifting his shirt without asking. “You know what time it is?”

He Ziwei shoved him away and insisted on dressing himself.

Half an hour later, they were sitting in the Japanese restaurant they had been meaning to try for weeks. The menu was cluttered with pictures and bright colors. He Ziwei had long forgotten his vow to bankrupt Young Master Tang over dinner. He skimmed past all the curry, sashimi, sushi, and tempura, and ended up just ordering a bowl of pork cartilage ramen. When Tang Zhou pressed him, he added a salad.

Waiting for food was boring. Normally people would chat or scroll their phones, but he didn’t want to talk about the interview, and there wasn’t anything else to say. Playing on his phone was out too. Tang Zhou had taken advantage of checking the menu to sit beside him and hadn’t moved back after ordering. Now he was using the table as cover to hold his hand, fingers gently kneading.

His grip was tight. He Ziwei tried a few times to pull away, but couldn’t break free. Not wanting to draw attention, he gave up and let it be.

The two of them sitting on the same side of the table, and it didn’t go unnoticed. Every so often, curious glances swept over from the surrounding diners. Tang Zhou propped his phone up on the table and casually opened a video, handing one earbud to He Ziwei.

The earbud cord wasn’t long, so they had to sit close, heads tilted together as they watched. The volume was turned down low, so low that the sound of someone breathing nearby was louder than the video itself. Beneath the table, in the narrow space between them, Tang Zhou slowly rubbed circles into the back of He Ziwei’s hand with his thumb. When he turned to look, he saw the tips of He Ziwei’s ears had gone red.

Tang Zhou had always been weak to this side of him. The way He Ziwei got shy so easily made him want to commit a crime.

“You really didn’t miss me at all?” he whispered, voice curling against the shell of He Ziwei’s ear. “Because I missed you like hell.” He tugged the earbud from He Ziwei’s ear and leaned in closer, voice low and teasing. “What am I supposed to do, huh? Every night I lay in bed thinking about how I was gonna come back and fuck you until you cried.”

He Ziwei’s body gave a little jolt, his whole face burning. He was done for. Absolutely done for. All it took was hearing Tang Zhou say he missed him, and his heart was already crashing into his ribs. Still, he wanted to salvage a shred of pride. After a long pause, he mumbled back, “You were too rough. That’s why I cried.”

Then he felt it. Tang Zhou was hard.

The rest of dinner was quiet. Neither of them said much. Tang Zhou ran a silent mantra in his head just to calm himself down, barely tasting a single bite. The moment they stepped out of the restaurant, he dragged He Ziwei straight to a hotel.

They didn’t go far. Just a small motel near the campus.

It felt unreal. By the time He Ziwei snapped out of it, he was already in the hotel bathroom, under the warm spray of the shower, with Tang Zhou kissing him. His upper lip was pulled gently into Tang Zhou’s mouth, a soft tongue slipping through the seam of his lips. The foam from the body wash clung to their skin, but the water was already washing most of it away.

He Ziwei looped his arms behind Tang Zhou’s neck and opened his mouth to receive him. He kissed back, and Tang Zhou pushed deeper, igniting a messier, wetter exchange of saliva.

Kisses trailed down across his chest, starting soft and gentle, but landing heavy, like brands pressed into skin. Their breath came hot against damp flesh, overlapping with the heat of the shower, forming a steamy layer of moisture. Lust clung thick in the air between them, clouding their eyes and pouring into every inch of touch. Fingers wandered freely over skin still wet from the shower, dragging heat in their wake, leaving behind trails of rising color.

Tang Zhou’s fingers slid inside, pressing into the tight hole and smoothing the lubricant in deep. The stretch was quick and assertive. The once-dry walls quickly softened, growing slick under his touch. Every time his fingers pushed in, they grazed that sensitive bundle of nerves inside, never pressing hard enough to satisfy, just enough to tease. After all the times they had done this, Tang Zhou already knew this body well. He could turn He Ziwei on effortlessly now, coaxing him open like it was second nature.

He Ziwei bent over the sink, moaning softly. His ass was lifted high, hips rocking with every stroke of Tang Zhou’s fingers as they chased after pleasure. His waist swayed, fingers curling around the edges of the counter. The soft little buds on his chest had been teased stiff, standing tall at the center of his flushed chest.

His rim was soaked, clenching and parting around Tang Zhou’s fingers, wet enough to gleam. With every pulse, the slick folds inside twitched open, flushed and hungry.

He was especially eager tonight. His ass lifted higher and higher, and the breathy moans spilling from his throat had shifted in tone, growing more desperate, more wanting. Tang Zhou pulled back the hand that had been playing with his chest and slapped his ass, the sharp crack echoing in the tiled space.

“What’s got you so slutty tonight?”

He Ziwei’s whole body shuddered, and instead of calming down, he squirmed harder. When his hand reached for his cock, Tang Zhou batted it away. The heat was building deep inside his gut, hunger growing and twisting, but the release he craved stayed just out of reach.

He reached back and grabbed for Tang Zhou’s cock. It was already hard, flushed and hot, twitching in his grip. He gave it a few strokes, and it throbbed like it was ready to burst, but still, Tang Zhou didn’t move to enter him.

“Tang Zhou… mm…” He Ziwei’s voice wavered, thick with need and the threat of tears. He whispered the man’s name, arching his back in a perfect curve. One hand reached blindly behind him, fingers searching until they hooked around the back of Tang Zhou’s neck. He turned his head and lifted his chin, lips seeking a kiss.

But Tang Zhou only smirked and turned away, holding him firm by the waist.

“You want it that bad?”

He Ziwei could hardly think. His whole brain felt like it was burning. The way Tang Zhou spoke, low and teasing, with that smile under every word, sent sparks crackling down his spine. He pressed his lips to Tang Zhou’s cheek, rubbing against him like a needy dog, licking along his jaw. When that still wasn’t enough, a hot streak of tears rolled down his cheek, brushing against Tang Zhou’s skin as he begged.

Tang Zhou nudged his cock up against the slick hole, teasing him with the head. He pushed in just enough to stretch him open, then slid back out.

He Ziwei whimpered.

“I want you… please… just come in…”

Tang Zhou grabbed his chin and kissed him hard, tongue plunging deep. At the same time, he drove forward, slamming into the trembling heat inside. The wet walls clamped down tight, already soaked and slippery. He buried himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust, the slap of his hips against He Ziwei’s ass ringing out sharp.

The sounds echoed in the closed, empty space, tangled with the messy, breathless gasps between their mouths and the wet squelch of their kiss.

The pleasure had built up too fast. After only a few dozen hard thrusts, He Ziwei came. Thick white spurts shooting onto the sink counter, some even landing on the fogged mirror a little too far away. Tang Zhou kept grinding his cock against the gland deep inside, dragging it slow and rough across the oversensitive spot. He Ziwei’s knees trembled violently. His arms braced against the counter, but his breath came in broken gasps.

Tang Zhou wiped away the fog on the mirror with his palm, then pulled him in and lifted him up. His hands cupped beneath He Ziwei’s thighs as he hoisted him onto the sink. Facing the mirror now, He Ziwei’s legs spread across the ceramic edges, his back flush against the heat of Tang Zhou’s chest.

“Look up,” Tang Zhou murmured by his ear, coaxing, low and sinful. “Look how pretty that little hole is when I’m fucking you.”

Shame burned through He Ziwei’s chest. He didn’t want to look, but his eyes moved anyway, drawn helplessly to the mirror.

The reflection showed everything. Tang Zhou’s cock, thick and veined, was pressed right up to his still-twitching entrance, the tip teasing the rim that opened and closed hungrily, like it sensed the heat just behind it. The slick hole pulsed, then opened wide and swallowed the swollen head. The rest of the shaft followed in a single, forceful push, disappearing inside as Tang Zhou buried himself to the hilt.

Then he started to thrust again.

His cock drove in and out, flashing through the reflection. The soreness inside hadn’t faded, and now it returned layered with a sweet, stinging edge. The overstimulation made He Ziwei’s cock twitch back to life, rising again as the pressure inside his guts mounted.

The mirror showed everything. Obscene. Clear as day. Shameless. The way the cock moved in and out of him, the way his own body responded, all of it fed the heat between them. Every drag against his weak spot set off fresh tremors in his gut. His walls clamped down hard.

“Greedy little thing,” Tang Zhou laughed against his ear. He bit down gently on his earlobe, then slid his hands up through the space beneath his arms, fingers circling the swollen tips of his nipples.

“Don’t… mm…” He Ziwei’s hole clamped down harder, twitching greedily around the cock inside him. The lube, pounded thin by the pace of the thrusts, started to foam slightly at the rim. Wet sounds echoed off the tiles, slick and filthy, matched only by the tremble in his moans.

He couldn’t hold himself up anymore. His whole body sagged into Tang Zhou, all his weight falling backward. When he looked up, dazed, he saw Tang Zhou’s eyes locked onto him in the mirror. His voice was low, rich with heat.

“Baby, do you even know how tight you are?”

Tang Zhou’s thrusts didn’t slow. His hips drove forward in a deep, steady rhythm, and He Ziwei could feel the hard muscle in his stomach ripple every time he moved. The way his cock pushed inside again and again was torture. It was sweet, violent, consuming.

He looked at his own reflection and barely recognized what he saw.

His eyes were fogged over, cheeks flushed dark pink. His skin had gone so thin and hot it looked translucent, glowing with color. The blood under his skin pulsed to the surface, blooming across his chest in wave after wave of feverish red. His mouth hung open, lips wet and parted, moaning without pause. The sounds were high and desperate, rising louder and louder, filthier than anything he had ever heard in porn.

He squeezed his eyes shut, body trembling all over.

The tears started to fall.

It was too humiliating. This version of himself, completely out of control, body and soul handed over to Tang Zhou, was unbearable. Could someone like this ever go back to living a normal life?

He Ziwei didn’t know what the future looked like. But out of a hundred possibilities, not one of them included Tang Zhou.

The pleasure hit him like an eruption, molten and overwhelming. He opened his eyes and caught his reflection in the mirror, streaked and splattered with cum. It was a broken, scattered version of himself. A self that didn’t belong anywhere. That didn’t belong to this world.

Let it end here.

He brushed off Tang Zhou’s arm as it reached around to hold him and stumbled upright against the counter.

“You said you brought a gift back for me?”

“I’ll give it to you later.” Tang Zhou turned on the shower, rinsing off.

“You also said if you passed the interview, you’d thank me.” He Ziwei’s voice came again after a pause.

Tang Zhou was crouched by the tub, running the bath. He glanced over, a bit surprised. “What do you want? Tell me. Whatever it is.”

He Ziwei never asked for things. If he was speaking up now, it meant he wanted something badly.

“Can you promise me one thing?” He Ziwei’s voice was quiet, a little hesitant.

“If it’s something I can do, then yes.” Tang Zhou’s tone was still soft, his eyes still warm from everything they had just shared.

“You can do this.”

He Ziwei lowered his head. His voice came even softer than before, but it was unshakably firm.

“I want to end our arrangement.”

“What?” Tang Zhou blinked. He thought he had misheard.

“I don’t want this anymore.” He Ziwei looked up and met his eyes, gaze steady, each word like stone.

“I don’t want to keep our deal.”

Tang Zhou’s lips were still curved in a smile, but his eyes had gone still. A beat later, the smile collapsed completely.