OAS 25

The night was silent. Darkness settled thick and quiet. Their roommates were all fast asleep. He Ziwei leapt down from his bed, threw on his slippers, and ran out the door. In his rush, his leg slammed into the doorframe. The pain shot through his shin, and he stumbled, nearly falling, only to have Tang Zhou rush over in two quick steps and catch him.

“Does it hurt?” Tang Zhou reached for his phone to turn on the flashlight and check, but before he could even bend down, He Ziwei had thrown himself into his arms. He wrapped both arms tight around him and tilted his head up to kiss his chin. Tang Zhou dipped his head slightly and caught his lips.

Their mouths stuck together like they had been glued. The moment they pulled apart, they clung again. Their tongues chased each other in the heat, dragging more and more saliva between them. Both of them were already getting hard.

Tang Zhou pulled back just slightly, breaking the kiss. He moved his lips to He Ziwei’s cheek, brushing kisses there instead. He needed to calm down before he really lost it, because at this rate, the two of them were going to end up fucking right here in the hallway.

But the man in his arms was busy nibbling on his neck, humming softly by his ear in a breathy voice. “What did you say on the phone just now? I didn’t quite catch it.”

“Then you’ll have to kiss me if you want to hear it again.” Tang Zhou named his price, shamelessly demanding some skin. He Ziwei stood on tiptoe and gave him a smacking kiss on the cheek. Tang Zhou gave him a squeeze and laughed low in his chest. “I said you like me. But I didn’t expect you to love me this much.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know.” He Ziwei immediately got sulky, feeling like Tang Zhou had tricked him into a moment of sincerity. He pursed his lips and pulled away with a cold face.

“I love you.” Tang Zhou reeled him back in, holding him tight. His lips brushed He Ziwei’s soft earlobe as he whispered the words over and over, breath hot and low. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Did you hear it clearly that time?”

He Ziwei buried his face in Tang Zhou’s shoulder and didn’t respond, but Tang Zhou could feel his arms tightening again around him.

“Aren’t you going to say anything? You just gonna take all this and give nothing back?” Tang Zhou chuckled softly into his ear. The vibration in his chest sent shivers through He Ziwei’s body.

A moment later, he felt the guy stir in his arms. He Ziwei looked up at him, his wet eyes gleaming in the dark, the tip of his voice still trembling.

“Tang Zhou, I want you…”

Tang Zhou froze for three full seconds. Then it felt like every drop of blood in his body surged wildly up and down, pouring straight into the two places he was currently relying on to think. His brain, and that beautiful little wand between his legs that could grow, shrink, and look damn good doing it. Twenty years of discipline, gone in a single sentence. All that effort to calm himself down just went straight to hell. If he could hold back now, he might as well not be a man.

His voice came out hoarse, burning with restraint. He gritted his teeth through the torture and gave He Ziwei a light push.

“Baby. Come on. Let’s go back and change.”

“What?” He Ziwei had only blurted out that confession in a moment of excitement. He hadn’t expected Tang Zhou to actually take him out right then and there. Even though he did want it, the dorm gate would already be locked at this hour. He hesitated and asked nervously, “Can we even get out right now?”

Tang Zhou gave him a look full of hidden meaning but didn’t answer.

Ten minutes later, the door of the West Five male dorm supervisor’s office was knocked on.

“Uncle, please open up! My roommate has acute gastroenteritis. I need to take him to the hospital!” The tall guy sounded frantic. The person on his back had his face buried, only a slender strip of pale neck visible. His hands, draped weakly around the boy’s neck, looked limp and sickly, his whole body radiating frailty. The supervisor immediately snapped out of his drowsiness, unlocked the door efficiently, and even offered a few words of heartfelt concern.

He Ziwei’s ears burned scarlet with shame. He buried his face against Tang Zhou’s back, wishing he could disappear completely. Sneaking out in the middle of the night pretending to be sick just to get a hotel room, only Tang Zhou could come up with something this outrageous. A man’s stage was only as big as his imagination. Tang Zhou had no limits, fearless in both thought and action, starring, directing, and writing the whole show himself. The Oscars owed him more than one little golden statue.

Once they had walked a good distance away, Tang Zhou gave his ass a pat. “Getting down now?”

He Ziwei stayed glued to his back and played dead. After a moment, he nuzzled into Tang Zhou’s shoulder and muttered, “That was so humiliating. From now on, don’t tell anyone you know me.”

“Then you better get off, because I only carry my boyfriend.” Tang Zhou gave him a jostle.

He Ziwei clung tighter, arms around his neck and legs locked around his waist. He leaned in and whispered with a laugh, “Shameless. You’re so fucking shameless.”

Whether he was referring to the “boyfriend” comment or the fake illness stunt was unclear, but Tang Zhou laughed too. He put on a solemn tone and sighed with fake depth. “Well. That’s probably the power of love.”

The amber streetlamps painted the road ahead in a hazy glow. Tree shadows loomed along the sidewalk. Tang Zhou walked at a steady rhythm through the night. He Ziwei lay across his back, laughing. Their laughter made both of them tremble.

“Tang Zhou.” He Ziwei called softly against the side of his neck.

“Yeah?”

“The sunrise at the beach in M City is really beautiful. You have to take me.”

“Okay.”

“There’s also this famous seafood stall. You have to treat me.”

“Okay.”

“You’re not allowed to get a cat or a dog in the future. They shed.”

“Okay. I’ll only keep you.”

“If you love me, I’ll love you too.” The wind rustled like a quiet background melody, reddening He Ziwei’s eyes. Maybe it was that kind of night, where even the most embarrassing love confessions could be said aloud.

Tang Zhou turned his head in surprise. The neon lights of the distant city glinted in his eyes. A soft kiss landed at the corner of his lips, and He Ziwei’s voice came light and tender.

“So when I love you, you have to love me back.”

Tang Zhou adjusted the grip of his arms around him and smiled gently. “Then you’ll probably have to love me for a very long time.”

He Ziwei was carried into the motel on Tang Zhou’s back. He didn’t lift his head the whole time. Especially not after Tang Zhou boldly asked the front desk for a king-sized bed, and even chuckled as he said, “He’s just shy,” under the receptionist’s curious gaze. At that point, He Ziwei wanted to disappear entirely.

As soon as they entered the room, Tang Zhou pressed him up against the door and started kissing him. He Ziwei let out soft gasps that only turned Tang Zhou on more. But the second clothes started coming off, He Ziwei pushed him away and insisted he go shower.

Still half pinning him to the door, Tang Zhou stared him down like a predator. “We can shower together.”

“No!” He Ziwei’s cheeks were still flushed, his breathing not yet steady, but his expression was unshakable, like a revolutionary martyr facing execution. He shoved at Tang Zhou relentlessly. “You go first.”

It was the first day of officially getting the guy. Tang Zhou thought it over and decided to behave. He went in hard and came out still hard. What he hadn’t expected was that waiting for He Ziwei would take so long he actually went soft.

Twenty minutes. He could have jerked off in that time. Tang Zhou looked at his watch, then looked at his dick, and couldn’t help but feel amazed at himself. In the fitting room during the day, in the hallway at night, against the door just now, he’d gotten hard three times and gone soft three times. He was like Yu the Great passing by his own house three times without ever going in. Why did he have to care about He Ziwei so much? Good thing he was still young. If he were ten years older, he might not survive this kind of torment.

Just as he was feeling sorry for himself, the bathroom door finally opened. He Ziwei stepped out wrapped in a towel, still dripping with water. His chest was pale and smooth, with two rosy little buds stiff from the temperature. His cheeks were flushed from the steam, his lashes trembling, eyes averted and bashful. Tang Zhou suddenly felt like three wasn’t shit. He could go soft three more times and still fight. Youth had no limits.

He grabbed him at the edge of the bed and yanked off the towel, lifting him up with his legs spread. That cute little cock trembled in his hand, rising unsteadily into a full stand. Tang Zhou sucked on his lips and tongue, their hot breath steaming against each other’s faces, leaving both of them dizzy with heat.

His right hand kneaded He Ziwei’s ass cheeks a few times, then slipped between them to probe the tight entrance. The flesh there was surprisingly soft. Two knuckles slid in easily. The passage inside was slick, warm, and pliant. Tang Zhou’s eyes darkened, and his breathing turned rough.

“You prepped yourself?”

He Ziwei had both arms loosely wrapped around his neck but didn’t say a word. Tang Zhou added two more fingers and began thrusting them in and out.

“How did you play with yourself, huh? Like this?”

“Mm…” A muffled moan slipped from He Ziwei’s nose. Tang Zhou shifted his fingers and rubbed hard against the sensitive bump deep inside.

“Did you play with this spot too? Hm?”

“Ah… mmn…” He Ziwei cried out from the stimulation. After a while, he leaned in shyly, nuzzling against Tang Zhou’s cheek. His hand wrapped around Tang Zhou’s very eager cock, his expression hazy. “Put it in… mmn… I want you…”

“Answer the question first. Tell me.” Tang Zhou’s fingers continued teasing his sensitive spot. He Ziwei squirmed helplessly in his arms, but Tang Zhou held him down, not letting him move. Bit by bit, he began to fall apart. “Nngh… no… I didn’t… I didn’t play… just fuck me already… mmh… I’m so itchy…”

“You’re so wet, baby.” Tang Zhou finally let him go. He withdrew his fingers and kissed the corner of He Ziwei’s lips. Then he shifted back on the bed. “Good boy. Get on by yourself.”

He Ziwei paused for a moment. He squeezed some lube into his palm and spread it over Tang Zhou’s cock. The thick, long shaft barely fit in his hand. He slowly straddled Tang Zhou’s waist, rubbed the hard length against his cleft, and guided it to his entrance.

Tang Zhou stared at him without blinking, making no move to help. “Baby, spread your ass for me.”

He Ziwei flushed bright red. He hesitated, but still reached back and pulled his own cheeks apart, holding the shaft and slowly lowering himself onto it. His hole was already hot and slick, but the wide tip still met resistance. His flushed little entrance struggled to swallow the thick cock, the stretch so intense it felt like he was going to be split open.

“Aah… hah…” When he was halfway down, Tang Zhou suddenly bucked his hips, slamming in all the way. He Ziwei’s vision went black. He clung to Tang Zhou’s shoulders, breathless for a long moment before he started moving.

“Mmn… so big…”

Tang Zhou’s hands kneaded his soft, white ass cheeks, syncing with the rhythm of He Ziwei’s bouncing hips. His lips moved to He Ziwei’s chest, licking and sucking at his nipples. He sucked the right one into his mouth and played with it greedily until wet sounds filled the air.

“Mm… no… too much…” He Ziwei’s whole body went limp under the teasing. His hole was growing more sensitive by the second. He couldn’t stop himself from grinding against the cock inside him, driving his sweet spot against it again and again, until he was shaking all over.

Tang Zhou didn’t let up. He left marks all over He Ziwei’s body with his lips, covering his chest and neck in messy red blotches. He Ziwei wasn’t used to this kind of workout. Before long, his thighs were aching and weak, and he could no longer support himself. He collapsed onto Tang Zhou’s body, his hips rocking clumsily as he tried to keep the motion going.

His hole clung tight around the thick shaft, grinding fast against it in wide, slow circles. The friction against his prostate was maddening. Heat pooled inside him, building and building, but still not enough. No matter how hard he worked, he couldn’t quite hit that peak. Tang Zhou’s cock throbbed inside him, but it didn’t look like it was going to come anytime soon either.

“Mmn… I can’t… ngh…” The heat inside him thrashed around wildly, burning up every thought in his head. He Ziwei’s eyes were red and wet at the corners. He looked like he was about to cry. He stared at Tang Zhou with desperation. “It feels so bad… fuck me… please…”

“And how will baby thank me?” Tang Zhou’s tongue traced slowly across the edge of He Ziwei’s lips, coaxing him to say something sweet. When Tang Zhou still didn’t move after a long pause, He Ziwei finally whimpered in frustration.

“Please… I want you to fuck me…”

“Ah!” For a few seconds, the room went silent. Then He Ziwei cried out uncontrollably. The cock inside him seemed to swell even larger. Every shred of Tang Zhou’s self-restraint shattered into nothing. He gripped He Ziwei’s waist and thrust up hard, slamming into him over and over until He Ziwei was shaking from the impact, breaking into tears.

“Nngh… too fast… ah, ah…” His hole ached and burned, stretched wide and stuffed full. That thick cock plunged deep into his core again and again, the pressure mounting so intensely it felt like his guts were melting. He Ziwei clung to Tang Zhou’s neck like a lifeline, but his body still felt like it was going to float away. “Ah… you hit it…”

“Mm… slow down… you’re too big…” The fat crown rammed into his most sensitive spot with every thrust. His moans turned into ragged sobs, each one louder than the last, but the man beneath him only pounded harder.

The pleasure exploded past the edge of sensation, threatening to tear him apart from the inside. He Ziwei couldn’t think anymore. He had no defense left against the onslaught of thrusts and could only drift helplessly in the depths of that crashing wave.

“No more… ah, ah…”

His slender neck arched back, his body stretched into a beautiful curve. Tang Zhou leaned up and bit lightly at his Adam’s apple, drawing out a more delicate whimper. “Baby, call my name, yeah?”

He Ziwei tried to lift himself and look at Tang Zhou. His face was flushed and trembling, pupils blown wide with overstimulation. Tears streamed freely down his cheeks. He looked utterly obscene, so fragile he might shatter. Tang Zhou licked along the tear track up his cheek, murmuring low and gentle in his ear, coaxing him like he was handling something precious.

“Good boy. Call me, baby.”

“Ngh… Tang Zhou…” He Ziwei felt like he was trapped inside a raging storm, torn open by the man beneath him. His vision faded to white, and in the moment of release, it was like a nuclear blast detonated behind his eyes. He screamed, unable to hold it back, voice breaking with panic and ecstasy.

“Ah… I’m breaking… mmn… I’m breaking…”

Tang Zhou thrust hard a few more times, burying everything deep inside, pouring himself out into that soft, swollen passage. Then he wrapped He Ziwei in his arms and gently rocked him.

His cock, now half-soft, was still inside. When He Ziwei finally came back to himself, he saw sticky white come smeared across Tang Zhou’s chest. The mess streaked in trails, even a drop splattered on his chin.

He Ziwei leaned forward and licked it.

And the moment he realized what he had done, his whole body felt like it was about to catch fire.

Tang Zhou froze for a second. He Ziwei quickly turned his head away, unable to meet his eyes. The heat from earlier still hadn’t faded, and now his ears and neck were flushed a deep red, so embarrassed he didn’t even know what to do with himself. Tang Zhou leaned in, nibbling on his ear as he coaxed him gently.

“Baby, how are you this cute? Do you even know how much I like you? I like you so much I don’t even know what to do with myself.”

He Ziwei still didn’t respond. Tang Zhou cupped his face, pulled him in, and kissed him hard. Their lips and tongues tangled in a wild, desperate mess.

“Sweet,” Tang Zhou murmured.

“Liar.” He Ziwei finally whispered, his voice soft and petulant.

Tang Zhou laughed and flicked the tip of his nose. “What was that, baby? Hm?”

He Ziwei tightened his arms around Tang Zhou’s neck and buried his face in the crook of his shoulder. Their skin was smooth and warm where they touched. Their breathing synced to something tender and slow. Neither of them wanted to let go.

After a long, long silence, Tang Zhou finally heard the guy in his arms murmur against his neck in a sticky, sweet voice—

“Husband.”