WFY 9

Xu Ran’s knees ached from kneeling. Even with Pan Hao holding his waist, he couldn’t ignore the burn where his skin kept rubbing against the mattress. He collapsed a few times, and whenever Pan Hao’s cock slipped out halfway, it always came chasing right back in to fuck him again.

“Change… change the position… ugh… I’m fucking exhausted…” Xu Ran was already limp all over, a total mess of a body, soft as mud. Pan Hao smacked his ass, pulled out till just the tip remained inside, then slammed it back in hard. The sudden thrust jolted Xu Ran forward. Pan Hao’s hands slipped from his waist, and Xu Ran collapsed face down on the bed. The cock inside him slid out.

He still had a sliver of clarity left. To avoid smashing his own dick against the bed, he kept his ass raised instinctively. In Pan Hao’s eyes, that posture screamed neediness, like a slut begging for more. He flipped that puddle of flesh onto his side, lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist, then shoved his cock back into Xu Ran’s ass from the new angle.

Xu Ran moaned softly with his eyes half-closed. He might be the one lying there with his legs spread, but even getting fucked like this took stamina. This overly long “first time” was really starting to wear him out.

This time Pan Hao didn’t hold back. He went in fast and deep, pounding him hard while jerking Xu Ran’s cock at the same time. The friction inside that tight hole made both of them feel like they were burning. Their arousal built fast and hard. Xu Ran started shaking uncontrollably. His mouth hung open but no sound came out. Pan Hao knew he was close, so he picked up the pace, slamming into him without mercy.

“Uhnn… gonna cum… ahh I’m gonna… fuck me to death… ahh… that big cock feels so fucking good…”

The second Xu Ran’s dick twitched in his hand and shot hot cum, Pan Hao reached his own peak. That tight hole squeezed his cock, milking it. Pan Hao let out a deep groan, lowering himself and hugging Xu Ran as he shot his load inside, several thick spurts filling Xu Ran’s hole. Even while cumming, he kept moving, making sure every inch inside that hole was coated with his cum.

“Fuck… that felt so fucking good…” Xu Ran whispered, eyes glazed, body still buzzing from the aftershocks of his second orgasm. Half-lost in bliss, he was pulled back when Pan Hao grabbed his face and turned it toward him. All Xu Ran could see was that damn good-looking smirk before Pan Hao leaned in and kissed him. Warm, a little dry, but firm.

Xu Ran wanted to complain. Like, seriously? You’re kissing me now? After we’ve already fucked like animals? But he couldn’t deny that even though he was the one getting railed, he wasn’t exactly suffering. Quite the opposite. He’d nearly ascended. So now that they’d done it, a kiss? Whatever. He didn’t care anymore. He opened his mouth and let their tongues tangle.

“Pull out… ah.” Xu Ran turned his head, voice weak.

Pan Hao ignored him, dragged him back into another kiss, and kept his still half-hard cock inside. It began to move again, slow and slick, sliding back and forth through the mess of cum inside him.

“I can’t anymore… don’t…” Xu Ran felt it growing harder again. His insides were already numb. If they went another round, his ass would be so swollen he wouldn’t be able to look at it.

“You’re the one who turned me on.” Pan Hao wrapped around him, not letting go, his whole body pressing down. Xu Ran could barely breathe, but he still had energy to snap back.

“Fuck you. Who turned you on? Learn to keep your dick in your pants!”

“I can’t. And I don’t blame you.” Pan Hao’s voice suddenly softened. “Just one more time.”

Xu Ran froze. It felt like their dynamic had flipped upside down. Was this love after sex? Love during sex? They were already fucking, already had their tongues down each other’s throats, and now they wanted to talk about what they were?

“You… fine. Do it…”

In the end, he gave in. Or maybe he never had a choice. Pan Hao held him tight and didn’t even wait for the words. His cock, now fully hard again, resumed its slow thrusting. Every push scraped right over that sensitive spot inside.

“Pan Hao… what are we even? How the hell did we end up like this… so fast… I wasn’t ready… ah…”

“Too fast?” Pan Hao asked, stopping for a second, fingers sliding down between Xu Ran’s cheeks. When he touched that sensitive spot, Xu Ran shuddered, goosebumps rising instantly.

“No… don’t… stop teasing me… ahh… just fuck me…”

His fingers paused where his cock was buried deep inside. The rim was stretched tight, every wrinkle gone, clinging to him. Visually, it was intense. Pan Hao couldn’t help but want to make Xu Ran look again. He wanted him to see exactly how he was getting fucked.

All morning, Xu Ran had been like a fish on a chopping board, flipped and fucked every which way by Pan Hao. When he was rolled over again, Pan Hao’s cock was still buried deep inside his ass, not even close to pulling out. The thick shaft dragged along the walls of his passage in a slow grind that made Xu Ran close his eyes and moan in pleasure.

His legs were lifted and hooked over Pan Hao’s shoulders. Pan Hao knelt between them, his upper body bent forward, folding Xu Ran nearly in half. His stiff, bony frame couldn’t handle that kind of position. He cried out the moment he was bent like that, and Pan Hao gave him a couple of slow thrusts to calm him down.

“Relax. Just a little more and it’ll feel good,” Pan Hao murmured, coaxing him like a lover.

Xu Ran opened his eyes to glare at him, but the second he looked at Pan Hao, he turned his face away. No matter how much his slutty body responded and begged for it, some part of him still couldn’t deal with the shame.

Pan Hao held onto his legs and stroked Xu Ran’s hard cock while fucking him. He’d already come once earlier, letting out all that morning irritation and pent-up desire. This round, it wasn’t about release. It was pure lust. The way Xu Ran spread his legs and took it so obediently stirred something deep in him. He lost control, fucking harder and rougher until Xu Ran was begging, his tight hole clenching over and over again.

Not wanting him to come too soon, Pan Hao dropped his legs and spread them to either side of his waist. He leaned in and wrapped his arms around Xu Ran, kissing him fiercely. Their upper bodies pressed together while below, the action was filthy as hell. His thrusts had stirred up all the cum he’d shot in earlier, now bubbling at the rim of that stretched hole. The squelching sounds were loud and obscene.

“Mmh…” Xu Ran whimpered against his lips, all those moans and messy words swallowed by Pan Hao’s kiss. His calves curled around Pan Hao’s lower back as he felt that relentless cock hammering into his hole, hips slamming against his ass without mercy.

The sheets under them were a mess. Everything was soaked, sticky, reeking of sex.

When Pan Hao finally came again, Xu Ran’s cock wasn’t even shooting anymore. It just leaked cum nonstop, completely drained. His hole was so loose it sucked in every drop Pan Hao poured into it, no resistance left.

“I’m fucking dead… why the hell am I getting railed like this first thing in the morning… fuck… don’t finger me again… ahh—but damn, that felt good… better than porn, no, better than jerking off… Pan Hao… big bro Pan, you’re fucking amazing…”

Even while being carried to the bathroom with cum dripping from his ass, Xu Ran still couldn’t shut his mouth. His voice was hoarse, but instead of being annoying, it came off low and teasing.

Pan Hao couldn’t resist. He shoved him up against the bathroom wall and fucked him again.

By the end of it, Xu Ran was completely spent, body limp in Pan Hao’s arms. That thick cock never left his ass, sliding in and out lazily, still fucking him even as numbness crept in.

The pleasure didn’t stop.

Fuck… I’m never running my mouth again…

That was Xu Ran’s final thought.