STIDM 10

His lower abdomen was a mess of stickiness, still trembling with the lingering aftershocks of climax.

The pleasure from his reproductive cavity hadn’t faded yet. His body continued to twitch from the orgasm as Zhong Zong rubbed his soft, wet cock and pressed down to grip his waist, forcing apart the tightening walls of his hole.

Everything up until now had just been foreplay, to tease and draw out Yan Lu’s sensitivity. Only now did the real act begin.

Having already come once, Yan Lu didn’t feel much pleasure from the penetration. It was almost uncomfortable.

But he still gritted his teeth and clung to Zhong Zong’s shoulders, letting him slam into his hole with powerful, steady thrusts.

When it became too much, he pulled him into a kiss, drawing in the Alpha’s pheromones.

That stuff hit like a drug during heat. Soon enough, Yan Lu was panting, breath shallow, voice breaking.

His cock started rising again, twitching faintly.

The pleasure stretched out endlessly, every thrust soaking his insides in that thick sound. Slap, squelch, slap. The thick shaft never stopped grinding deep inside.

Yan Lu lay there with his legs open, body limp and hot.

Zhong Zong held him by the waist, keeping the motion steady. Yan Lu reached up and stroked his flushed ear. “Switch… switch positions.”

Zhong Zong kissed him hard for a while, licking past his teeth, dragging out his tongue and biting it.

Yan Lu wasn’t about to lose. He used whatever strength he had left and bit Zhong Zong hard, leaving a raw, bloody mark.

Now he had something to show for it. On his neck, on his lips.

All his. Let’s see who else wanted to flirt with this shameless playboy now.

Zhong Zong’s gaze shifted. He slowly licked the wound.

Gripping Yan Lu’s ass, he pulled out and flipped him over. With one hand pressed to the back of his neck, he lifted Yan Lu’s hips and pushed back in from behind.

This time, he moved slowly. His thick cock slid in deep and heavy, dragging back out with force, only to sink in again at the same unhurried pace.

Yan Lu’s ass twitched with every motion. It was unbearable.

He shook his head, trying to break free from the grip on his neck. Annoyed, he reached back, trying to pull Zhong Zong closer.

Zhong Zong caught that hand and kissed his fingertips. “Stay passive. If I get too close, I can’t guarantee I won’t mark you.”

Yan Lu instantly backed off, lying obediently beneath him, but something stirred in his chest.

A strange thought passed through his mind. He didn’t dare to examine it.

Just now, for a brief moment, he thought, even if he got marked, it didn’t matter, because it was Zhong Zong.

But the very next second, he shut that down. It was because it was Zhong Zong that being marked was even more impossible.

Zhong Zong must have sensed his distraction. He pressed down on Yan Lu’s lower belly, forced his thighs apart, and buried his cock in the deepest part of his body. His hips rocked, grinding against the drenches, soft insides that wouldn’t close around him.

Yan Lu flushed, head thrown back, crying out no, but his body never resisted.

He gave up resisting. There was no point.

Zhong Zong didn’t hold back for long either. Soon, he gave in to instinct and started thrusting hard, pounding into him without mercy.

A wave of heat built in Yan Lu’s belly. His cock swayed with every movement, leaking nonstop.

The sensation was sour and tight. But it wasn’t just that. There was an urgency in it, something that made his heart race.

His lower belly felt bloated. He realized, to his horror, that he needed to pee.

Panic surged up in him. He cried out, “Stop… stop, I have to… go to the bathroom.”

But the man behind him didn’t stop. He only got more excited.

The cock inside him suddenly thickened, ramming into his soft, sensitive inner wall with brutal force. Zhong Zong grabbed his wrists and pulled them up.

Zhong Zong panted into his ear and said, “Let me fuck the piss out of you, yeah?”

“Fuck off. Ah—!”

A large hand pressed down hard on his belly, kneading ruthlessly.

Yan Lu’s eyes teared up as he choked out a sob. “Beast.”

Zhong Zong had him pinned to the edge of the bed, knees forcing his legs apart, arms crossed and locked behind his back.

His hips didn’t stop for a second, thrusting in fast and deep.

He fucked him with so much force, in such a dominant position, that Yan Lu was nearly falling apart. His belly was bloated and sore from the constant jolting, a maddening ache building up inside.

His cock swayed with each thrust, leaking endlessly.

Eyes red, Yan Lu gritted his teeth and shouted, “Fuck! Let me go already!”

Zhong Zong gave him a loud, rough kiss on the cheek, then grabbed his waist and kept fucking him while walking toward the bathroom.

Yan Lu almost dropped to his knees. He couldn’t hold it anymore.

Once they reached the bathroom, he braced himself against the toilet lid, bent over so far he could barely straighten his back under the relentless pounding.

His legs trembled beneath him. With shaking hands, he grabbed his cock and finally started to piss, riding the rhythm of the thrusts.

Face flushed, Yan Lu turned back and snapped, “If you make me piss all over my own hand, I swear to God, we’re done.”

Zhong Zong burst into laughter, his whole body shaking so hard he nearly lost strength.

The sound of water continued in front, while the movement behind him finally came to a stop.

Still, Zhong Zong stayed inside him, the thick cock twitching in place.

He wasn’t thrusting anymore, but he kept teasing him in little ways. Fingers traced his nipples over and over, and with each touch, Yan Lu’s belly clenched, causing the stream of water intermittent.

Zhong Zong nuzzled into his neck and started laughing again. He kissed the flushed tip of Yan Lu’s ear.

Yan Lu felt like he was drowning in shame. Sleeping together was one thing, but doing piss play in the second round was too much. He didn’t think he could face anyone after this.

His nape was burning, the gland there hot and sensitive. Zhong Zong kept rubbing his head against it like a clingy big cat.

When he realized Zhong Zong had stopped moving, Yan Lu finished relieving himself and flushed. He lifted his heel, letting Zhong Zong slip out of him.

Then he spun around and shoved him against the cold tiled wall. He turned on the hot water, stepped into the spray, and kissed Zhong Zong hard through the curtain of steam. His voice came muffled, “Now it’s my turn.”

As the one taking it, Yan Lu liked being the one in control sometimes.

Like riding Zhong Zong with his legs wrapped tight around his waist in the bathroom, bouncing up and down on his cock.

They wrestled in the tub for a long time. Yan Lu sat on Zhong Zong and moved with heat and energy, rocking hard enough to make waves splash over the edge.

Only after both of them came again did he finally dragged his shaky legs out of the bathroom. His steps were unsteady as he dried himself off, looking every bit like a pampered lord who’d just finished with a prostitute. He slumped onto the sofa with his legs casually crossed, lazily smoking a cigarette.

Zhong Zong was still cleaning up. They had knocked over a bottle of body wash during their mess of a round.

That body wash, annoyingly enough, was scented with Alpha pheromones and a hint of lemon. Now the entire room reeked of it.

Yan Lu had nearly suffocated in there. Before his legs were completely ruined from getting fucked, he barely managed to escape the bathroom.

He sprawled on the sofa with a towel draped lazily around his neck. His chest and thighs were still marked up with signs of sex.

By the time he was down to the last few drags of his cigarette, Zhong Zong finally came out of the bathroom.

Still radiating heat, he sat beside Yan Lu and pulled him into his arms, reaching over to towel off his damp hair.

Yan Lu narrowed his eyes, starting to feel drowsy. He leaned against Zhong Zong’s chest, rubbing his wet hair all over him.

Zhong Zong pinched his shoulder in revenge, making him jolt up with a yelp. Before he could glare back, Zhong Zong had already yanked him into his lap again and kept drying his hair.

Yan Lu let out a soft, content sigh. Half-asleep, he thought. Fine… considering how sweet he’s being, I guess I won’t just treat him like a human dildo anymore. Maybe bump him up to… a portable massage machine.