STIDM 23

The physical training wasn’t fully closed-off, but Yan Lu hardly ever went home.

Every now and then, Zhong Zong would come over to charge him up, like plugging in a power source or injecting him with adrenaline, dangling temptation right in front of his face just to keep him running harder.

To Yan Lu, getting into C University meant winning him for real. He bit the end of his pen, thinking exactly that.

Getting into C University meant getting the prize. Yan Lu chewed on the end of his pen and thought exactly that.

After the standardized sports exam, his results were solid. If his academic scores held up, C University was in the bag.

That same night, he cheerfully took his phone and went to Zhong Zong’s place for a sleepover.

He stripped down in a hurry, throwing his arms around Zhong Zong, ready to drag him into bed. Zhong Zong hadn’t even finished checking his score on the phone when Yan Lu had already stripped down to nothing but a pair of white underwear, straddling him and grinding away.

Zhong Zong chuckled, hands gripping his eager waist.

“Wait. You still have the written exams. You don’t even have the admission letter yet.”

“I don’t care if I pass or not. C University is mine. And so are you.”

Zhong Zong didn’t say anything. He just smiled. But he didn’t deny it.

Yan Lu, buzzing with excitement, started undoing Zhong Zong’s buttons. One button. Two. Three. Why were there so many? Frustrated, he yanked too hard and sent them flying. One even bounced off his chin, making him hiss in pain.

Zhong Zong reached out to rub his chin, then pinched the plump ass sitting on his lap.

“Why so desperate? I’m not going anywhere. And now you’ve ruined my shirt.”

“I’m going to be ripping a lot more than just one shirt in the future.”

He playfully cupped Zhong Zong’s face like a rogue seducing a delicate maiden, teasing his jaw and cheeks.

Then he cupped Zhong Zong’s face, leaned in, and kissed him. Between the kisses, he muttered thickly.

“I missed you so bad. I… I really missed you.”

Zhong Zong tilted his head back, lips parted, letting Yan Lu kiss him from above. Their tongues tangled, switching rhythm and position, the wet sounds filling the room.

Zhong Zong’s lips turned bright red from the sucking. Yan Lu’s ass was just as flushed from all the squeezing.

Zhong Zong’s hands were anything but gentle when aroused, grabbing and kneading like he wanted to leave marks. The way Yan Lu’s ass had gotten perkier lately definitely had something to do with him.

Zhong Zong’s fingers traced from Yan Lu’s throat down across his chest, each touch sending shivers over his skin. His nipples trembled, stiffening under the brush of his fingertips. The soft buds seemed desperate to rub against every groove of those fingers, drawing out wave after wave of intense pleasure.

The white briefs were quickly soaked through. His ass was groped, squeezed, sometimes spread apart. The arousal building inside him was too much to hold back. Slick leaked from his hole, drenching the fabric at the back and staining it a faint, glistening flesh tone.

Zhong Zong grabbed Yan Lu’s hand and flipped him over. His back arched upward, ass raised high. The trembling of his cheeks was clearly visible, and the nearly see-through fabric of his underwear could no longer hide anything.

Zhong Zong leaned in close, right beside Yan Lu’s earlobe, and took a deep breath. His pheromones poured out, thick with desire, demanding to claim what was his.

He bit down hard on the side of Yan Lu’s neck, and just as Yan Lu cried out, Zhong Zong shoved his fingers into his mouth, shamelessly stirring through the wet heat of his tongue and exploring every corner.

Yan Lu whimpered. His dazed eyes fluttered shut as he felt the cold tip of Zhong Zong’s nose press against the back of his neck. Then came the searing heat of a tongue teasing over his scent gland.

It sent a shockwave through him.

He sucked on those fingers, barely able to breathe. Dizzy. Disoriented.

Zhong Zong’s pheromones stirred his body into a pseudo-heat. His skin burned. His breaths were laced with syrupy lust.

Then the tongue slipped away from his gland. The loss made him squirm with an unbearable sense of emptiness.

Zhong Zong held him still, licking down the ridge of his spine, kissing every dip and hollow, until he reached the base of his tailbone.

Yan Lu was trembling, not even sure what he was waiting for anymore.

Until Zhong Zong pushed his tongue, through the damp white fabric, between the cheeks of his ass. The cloth was wet, cold, and clung to his skin. But Zhong Zong’s tongue was burning hot.

Yan Lu clutched the sheets beneath him. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His legs trembled violently.

With a cry, he came hard into the tight front of his briefs, spurting wave after wave.

Yan Lu coming that quickly genuinely surprised Zhong Zong.

He reached out to flip him over, but Yan Lu didn’t budge. He buried his face in his arms and refused to move a muscle.

Zhong Zong burst out laughing. He laughed so hard he almost went soft. That only made Yan Lu groan, scramble up, and grab him by the neck like he wanted to strangle him on the spot.

But Zhong Zong didn’t try to pull his hand off. Instead, he kept rubbing that soaked ass, the wet, slick sounds making him chuckle low as he said, “You got yours. Now it’s my turn.”

Yan Lu’s face was still burning red. He glared at Zhong Zong, clearly plotting how he’d take his dignity back later.

He pulled his briefs down and kicked them aside with a lift of the knee. Then he straddled Zhong Zong, spreading his thighs and lowering himself to press his cock against Zhong Zong’s, grinding the two together.

He had just come, so he wasn’t as hard as Zhong Zong. Still, he ground his hips, rubbing and teasing, until Zhong Zong couldn’t hold back anymore. Grabbing his ass with both hands, he pressed him down onto his cock.

The omega had just come not long ago, his hole still tender and loose. The soft, reddish rim opened up easily and swallowed the thick cock without any resistance.

There was barely a pause before the pounding began. Zhong Zong held tight to Yan Lu’s waist, pressing down hard to stop him from pulling away. He slammed up hard, ramming into that slick hole, his balls slapping violently against him as their mixed fluids made a mess of everything, invading that fragile spot without mercy.

He pushed Yan Lu down onto the bed. There was barely any tenderness, only hard, frantic sex that made the mattress shake violently.

Yan Lu couldn’t stop moaning, his voice syrupy and sweet, his eyes dazed. His hands kept clawing at Zhong Zong’s body, and the way his hole clenched so tightly felt like it was going to drown him.

Zhong Zong barely managed to pull out. He panted hard, holding down Yan Lu’s shoulders to stop him from rubbing his hardened nipples and cock against his body.

Still crouching, he thrust back in again. The change in position made every movement grind against the inner walls, hitting his sensitive spot over and over.

The pleasure was so intense it left no room to breathe. Yan Lu opened his eyes, clearly displeased, and reached out to grab Zhong Zong.

“Get down here. I want to hold you.”

“This position feels better, doesn’t it?”

“No, it doesn’t. I said I want to hold you.”

Zhong Zong gave a helpless laugh. He lowered his body and began slamming his hips hard, the wet sounds echoing as he drove into that sticky hole. He could feel the slickness soaking his tip. While kissing Yan Lu’s collarbone, his eyes stayed fixed on the cock standing up between their bellies.

“Don’t touch yourself. I want to fuck you till you come.”

Yan Lu moaned breathlessly, arms wrapped tight around him.

“You… ah… didn’t you… almost always come inside anyway?”

“You just came. Your sensitivity’s lower. I’m not going to touch your nipples, and you’re not allowed to touch your cock either. Let’s see if you can come just from your ass alone.”

Yan Lu obediently spread his legs wider, raising his hips to make it easier for Zhong Zong to thrust in deeper.

“What if it feels too good and my reproductive cavity opens?”

Zhong Zong kissed him hard, and from the depths of their tangled mouths, a few murky words slipped out, soft as feathers brushing directly against Yan Lu’s heart.

“Then I’ll fuck into it, form a knot, and mark you.”

Just hearing those words made Yan Lu’s entire body tremble. How much did he like Zhong Zong? Just the word “mark” was enough to push him to the edge of orgasm.

He wanted nothing more than to open up right now and let Zhong Zong in. But maybe it was the wrong state of mind. Last time, he hadn’t wanted to open and did. Now that he craved it, even holding back from climax wasn’t enough to make it happen again.

Panting heavily, he pressed Zhong Zong’s ass down into his thighs, forcing him in deeper. The wet squelch at their joining point echoed loudly. Yan Lu tipped his head back, eyes flushed red, and with nowhere left to run, he came again, completely undone.

His orgasm wiped his mind blank.

When Zhong Zong finally pulled out, Yan Lu curled up, already drifting toward sleep.

Zhong Zong wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Do you want me to mark you?”

He nodded groggily.

But whatever Zhong Zong replied, he didn’t hear it. He was already asleep. Later, when he asked again, Zhong Zong refused to answer.

That pissed Yan Lu off so much he could’ve exploded.

On the way back to school, Zhong Zong forcibly grabbed his sulking hand and held it tight.

“Focus on your exams, classmate Yan. Your head’s filled with nothing but filthy things all day.”

“Fuck you, Zhong Zong. Say it clearly. Who’s the real filthy one here, huh? Bastard.”

“What do you think?”

“If you’ve got the guts, don’t run after school.”

“If you wanna beat me up, crushing me with your thighs might be faster.”

“You… You damn pervert!”

“Yan Yan.”

“Get lost.”