OAS Extra 4 – Daily Life Pt 3

How to Rescue a Degenerate Lifestyle

Tang Zhou crouched beside the sofa, cradling a small handful of shelled pine nuts in his palm. He looked at the person in front of him and cautiously called out, “Baby.”

He Ziwei was sprawled across the couch, playing an old version of Fruit Ninja. His left hand was propping up his face, and the phone screen sat directly under his eyes. He pretended not to hear Tang Zhou’s call, fingers still slashing away on the screen.

Tang Zhou picked up a pine nut and brought it to his mouth, trying to coax him gently. But He Ziwei turned his head to dodge the hand. After a few dodges, the game-over screen popped up, and He Ziwei shot him a vicious glare. His tightly pressed lips finally opened just enough to snap, “You! You made me lose!”

“My bad.” Tang Zhou didn’t hesitate at all to admit fault. He took the chance to pop the pine nut into He Ziwei’s mouth. “It’s really good. Try it, baby.” He Ziwei didn’t say anything. After a fierce internal struggle, he chewed twice with a scowl and swallowed it.

“Want some more?” Tang Zhou coaxed. “Come on, have a few more.”

“No.” He Ziwei shot him a glance and shoved the hand away. After a pause, something else seemed to come to mind, and he huffed, “Stop giving me food.”

If he could, Tang Zhou would have gone back to yesterday and smacked himself in the face.

The night before, Tang Zhou came out of the shower and saw He Ziwei passed out on the sofa. The TV was still playing in the background, but his eyes were already closed. Tang Zhou gently scooped him up in a princess carry. He Ziwei blinked sleepily and instinctively wrapped his arms around his neck.

Love had a way of making people slack off, and He Ziwei had been slacking with particular gusto. On the way to the bedroom, Tang Zhou adjusted his grip once or twice, and when he set him down on the bed, he blurted out something that short-circuited his brain and shut down every linguistic filter in his system.

“Baby, you’ve gotten kinda heavier lately.”

“Huh?” He Ziwei hated the cold, and ever since winter started, his appetite had gone through the roof. Besides his three meals a day, he constantly snacked on nuts and chocolate. High-fat, high-calorie stuff. The scale at home was practically decorative. Aside from the day they first bought it, this was only the second time it had been used. He Ziwei stepped on, and sure enough, he had gained 10 lbs in two months.

The drowsiness vanished on the spot. He rubbed his eyes, then pushed Tang Zhou onto the scale. Not only had Young Master Tang not gained a single gram, but his body looked even better than before. He Ziwei was full of indignation.

“We eat the same stuff, and it’s not like you work out. How come I’m the one getting fat?”

“Who says I don’t work out?” Tang Zhou hugged him from behind, resting his chin on He Ziwei’s shoulder. “Three or four rounds of nighttime training every week. I’m the one doing all the moving, aren’t I?”

He Ziwei glanced at his own slightly rounded belly, then looked at Tang Zhou’s perfectly intact abs, and shoved him away with a cold face.

The next morning, this grudge-bearing ancestor drank half a cup of soy milk and ate half a youtiao. He wouldn’t even touch a steamed bun before heading to work. After coming home that night, he only picked at a few bites of dinner, then parked himself on the sofa and began giving every snack in the house the stink eye. It wasn’t just food. He also rejected every attempt Tang Zhou made to get close, especially when Tang Zhou smelled like snacks.

“You’re really extra cute like this.” Tang Zhou had no choice but to try reasoning with him. “Just eat your meals properly. I’ll get up with you tomorrow morning and go for a run. How about that?”

He Ziwei gave him a sideways look. “Nope. I can’t get up. I’m lazy.” His tone was firm, clearly unashamed of his degeneracy.

Tang Zhou couldn’t help teasing him in return. “Then how about I always stay on bottom from now on? You do the exercise, and I’ll fatten up.”

“Have you no shame? Why don’t you just say I should top?” He Ziwei glared at Tang Zhou. Until now, he had never seriously questioned their top-and-bottom dynamic. But the moment those words left his mouth, something in his head shifted. Before their messy entanglement, they had both been straight as iron rods. So why the hell was he the one getting fucked?

He Ziwei sat up on the couch and crooked a finger at him. “Come here. Let’s fight it out. If I win, I top.”

Whatever had given He Ziwei the courage and fighting spirit, Tang Zhou didn’t question it. He obediently stepped forward and caged He Ziwei in with his arms against the backrest of the sofa. Before He Ziwei could say another word, Tang Zhou leaned in and kissed him.

Warm breath and wet heat spilled over his lips the moment they met. The first brush was cool, but it vanished instantly under the blaze of hot, open-mouthed breathing. Tang Zhou’s tongue thrust in deep and stirred through his mouth, dragging He Ziwei’s softer tongue into a messy tangle.

He Ziwei’s breath quickened. The air in his lungs was nearly gone, and he could only gulp in a few desperate breaths when Tang Zhou briefly pulled back. His heart pounded violently in his chest, and every rush of blood seemed to echo in his skull until he couldn’t think at all.

“Mm…” A soft moan escaped between their increasingly rough panting. It sounded more like a small animal backing down from a predator. Tang Zhou’s tongue slid along the inside of his teeth, teasing him with little nips, then eased off to gently bite and tug at his lower lip.

Down below, his cock had already stirred awake during the heat of their kissing, swelling enough to tent the thin fabric of his pants. Tang Zhou pulled down his sleepwear and gripped the eager little thing with his long fingers, giving it a few slow strokes. He flicked the sensitive tip and laughed when He Ziwei let out a shaky gasp.

“Baby, were you planning to fuck me with this tiny thing?”

He Ziwei was male, after all. No one liked their manhood being called a “tiny thing.” His first instinct was to snap and lash out, but in the next second, that same cock was swallowed by a wet, burning mouth. The string of curses that had been about to erupt got cut off by a sudden, breathy moan that burst out from deep in his chest. His hips jerked violently, then slowly relaxed as his upper body melted back into the sofa.

Their clothes had already vanished somewhere, tossed carelessly into a heap by their feet. Tang Zhou worked earnestly, bobbing his head and sucking hard around He Ziwei’s cock. His slick fingers wandered down to his hole, gliding around the rim coated with lube.

He Ziwei’s legs were spread open, pinned in place by Tang Zhou’s body, leaving him unable to close them. After a moment of teasing, two knuckles suddenly forced their way in. No matter how many times they had done this, the foreign sensation still sparked a flicker of shame. As his inner walls clenched down tight, Tang Zhou gave his ass a rough squeeze, and a low grunt slipped out of He Ziwei’s nose.

Up front, his cock was being expertly licked and sucked, the slick glide of a tongue across the sensitive slit sending shivers straight to his core. Behind him, the fingers thrusting into his hole moved more smoothly now. One finger became two, then three. The slightly rough fingertips occasionally scraped across his prostate, making the tremors running through his body even more pronounced.

He Ziwei trembled like a fish out of water, sucking in big gulps of air as if trying to drink the last drops of oxygen in the room. The ache spread from the base of his spine outward, and his entire body started to shake violently. Tang Zhou let his cock slip out of his mouth, then jabbed his fingers hard against his prostate. He Ziwei’s body went rigid for a split second, and two seconds later, he came, shuddering all over.

He didn’t know how things had escalated to this point. When he finally came to his senses, Tang Zhou had already dragged him off the couch and into his arms. He was kneeling on the floor now, with Tang Zhou pressed up behind him, wedging himself between his legs.

That thick cock didn’t push in right away. Instead, it rubbed slowly against his hole, teasing the tight ring of muscle into spasming over and over. Tang Zhou bit down along the side of his neck, leaving red marks like tiny bursts of flame. His chest pressed against the sofa cushion, and the rough fabric chafed his hardened nipples with every motion, making them even more sensitive. Tang Zhou took one earlobe into his mouth and murmured against it with a silk-smooth voice, low and resonant like a cello vibrating inside He Ziwei’s skull. “Baby, I’m going in.”

The tight folds of his entrance were slowly smoothed out, inch by inch, as Tang Zhou began to push inside. The massive head broke through first, like a battering ram leading a siege, and the rest followed closely behind. This position allowed for deep penetration, and the thick shaft stretching his inner walls filled him with a creeping panic, as if he were about to be split open from the inside.

Tang Zhou stroked down his arm from shoulder to fingertip, then slid his warm palm over the back of He Ziwei’s hand. His long fingers laced through the gaps between He Ziwei’s, and he pinned both hands to the seat cushion. In the next second, he began to thrust with a pace that was fast and relentless, like a sudden downpour hammering the ground.

His tight walls resisted for just a moment before that searing-hot cock split them wide. There was a punishing force behind every thrust, like Tang Zhou was determined to bury himself as deep as possible.

“Ah—ahhh… it’s too deep…” The pounding didn’t stop. His insides clenched violently, the swollen head of Tang Zhou’s cock scraping hard over every sensitive spot and then pushing even deeper. He Ziwei had no way to escape. It felt like his organs were being knocked loose. After only a few thrusts, he broke down in tears. “Nngh… slower… go slower…”

The pleasure hit hard and fast. His cock, which had softened after coming once, sprang back to life under the unrelenting prostate stimulation. It stood stiff in front of him, bumping against the edge of the sofa with every thrust from behind, grinding against the fabric again and again.

Tang Zhou bit down hard on his earlobe. He Ziwei flinched instinctively, and his inner walls clamped tight around the cock buried inside him. The lips and tongue lingering near his ear let out a low groan. A moment later, that teasing tone came through again, now hoarse and breathy. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight.”

The pace behind him picked up. The hand resting on his own slipped away and wandered across his bare skin. One arm wrapped firmly around his waist, holding him close. The other reached up to his chest, fingers teasing a swollen nipple, rubbing and pinching it.

“Ahh… mm… don’t—” His voice broke as everything inside him spiraled out of control. What started as breathy moans had risen into sharp, shaking cries, tinged with a trace of fear. “Nngh… no more…”

“No more what, baby?” Tang Zhou gave his balls a squeeze, then grabbed his waist tight and slammed into him. That thick cock drove straight into his sweet spot, making He Ziwei jolt hard every single time.

A feverish flush bloomed across his skin. His mind was wiped blank, thoughts vacuumed out until nothing was left. His tear ducts burst open like floodgates, and lust surged through his body like a river in full flood, rolling over plains, slipping through valleys, pounding through hills and hollows. It was like being trapped in a monsoon that wouldn’t end, the rain swelling into a raging mountain torrent, carrying mud and stones and debris as it slammed through his bloodstream, desperate for an outlet.

His entire body shook violently, as if even his bones were rattling apart. The cock in front of him twitched a few times, but before he could come, Tang Zhou grabbed it and pressed his thumb down over the slit, blocking it completely.

“Let go… mm…” He Ziwei turned his head, trying to look back through hazy, panicked eyes.

“Did baby eat properly today?” Tang Zhou nuzzled his forehead, voice calm and unhurried, even as his hips kept thrusting.

“Mmh… I did… please…” He Ziwei was drowning in sensation, desperate beyond reason. The flood inside him pounded at the walls, smashing rock into rubble.

“Still want to top me?” Tang Zhou whispered, brushing his lips and tongue against the corner of his damp eye.

“Nngh… no… just let me come…” His voice broke into sobs, eyes pleading, desperate.

“Call my name,” Tang Zhou growled, driving back into his spasming channel. “Be good. Call me and I’ll let you come.”

“Tang Zhou…” He Ziwei cried out, voice cracking under the pressure of the brutal pace. “Tang Zhou… Tang Zhou…”

Tang Zhou leaned in and whispered against his ear like a devil tempting him. “You know what I want to hear.”

“Mm… husband…” He Ziwei’s voice trembled as he called out, fingers clutching the sofa cover so tightly that veins rose across the back of his hand. His eyes shut as the word left his lips, and in the next moment, a gentle kiss landed on the back of his neck.

“Ah—ahhh…” The hand in front finally let go. Behind him, that thick cock drove into his prostate again and again with relentless force. Even the muscles in his toes were aching from how tightly he was curled. With a sob, he came.

The pleasure seemed to go on forever. When his soul finally drifted back into his body, he was already being carried toward the bathroom, curled in Tang Zhou’s arms. The sofa cover behind them had been absolutely ruined. He only gave it a quick glance before burying his face in Tang Zhou’s chest.

“Even if you gained ten more pounds I could still carry you,” he heard the boy say with a laugh. That warm, velvety voice poured into his ears like honey melting into water. “I love you, baby.”

He Ziwei curled up quietly and obediently in Tang Zhou’s arms. A soft curve tugged at the corner of his lips.

I love you too.