“Fuck.” Xia Xiqing stared down at his soaked pants. “How am I supposed to go out like this? Everything’s fucking drenched.”
Zhou Ziheng kissed his damp cheek. “There are clothes in the wardrobe. I saw them earlier.”
“Did she give you permission?” Xia Xiqing tilted his neck, offering Zhou Ziheng an opening as his kisses flowed like water down to his side.
“I’ll wear them even if she didn’t.” Zhou Ziheng licked and nibbled the delicate skin beneath Xia Xiqing’s ear. “You wouldn’t give me permission either, would you?”
Xia Xiqing feigned ignorance, reaching out to push Zhou Ziheng away, only to have his hand seized and guided to Zhou Ziheng’s crotch. Zhou Ziheng held his hand there, kneading the bulging spot like dough.
“Don’t you want it?” Zhou Ziheng kissed Xia Xiqing’s ear, the sound of water echoing in his ear canal. “I’ve wanted this since I first saw you at the airport.”
Xia Xiqing had never been one to hide his desires; he excelled at stirring passion. But he craved control. “I want to do it, but I’m the one fucking you.” With that, he tried to pull his restrained hand free from Zhou Ziheng’s grasp. He succeeded, yet Zhou Ziheng didn’t care. Instead, he pinned Xia Xiqing against the smooth tile wall, wrapping his hand around Xia Xiqing’s crotch and rubbing with pressure tenfold stronger than before. Xia Xiqing couldn’t hold back, letting out a low moan whose trailing note dissolved into the mist, sending shivers through Zhou Ziheng’s heart.
Hearing that sound, Zhou Ziheng seemed emboldened. He lowered his head to kiss Xia Xiqing’s lips, one hand pressing down on his shoulder while the other unzipped his work pants. His hand slipped inside, rubbing Xia Xiqing’s already semi-erect cock through the damp cotton underwear. Hot steam filled the bathroom, making Xia Xiqing’s head spin. Zhou Ziheng’s tongue tangled with his, cutting off his breath. His moans were torn apart by the passionate kiss, coming in fits and starts like a circuit exposed to water—ready to short-circuit and explode at any moment.
“You… are you in heat?” Xia Xiqing finally broke free from the kiss, his right hand gripping Zhou Ziheng’s neck as he leaned him against the wall, gasping for air. Zhou Ziheng’s hand never stopped moving, pulling Xia Xiqing’s penis out and wrapping his wet, slippery palm around it, stroking it up and down.
“Yes,” Zhou Ziheng murmured against his forehead, kissing his forehead. “I’ve always wanted to make love to you… while you’re fully conscious.”
Xia Xiqing’s legs went weak under Zhou Ziheng’s touch. Ever since they’d started fooling around, Zhou had teased him without ever going all the way. That bad habit was like scratching through a shoe—desire built up, layer upon layer, until the moment of actual contact overwhelmed him completely.
He still clung to the notion of getting to have Zhou Ziheng just once. He didn’t know what he was proving to himself, but he just wanted to prove it. Zhou Ziheng felt Xia Xiqing trembling slightly. He tenderly held him close, kissing the lips that were gasping for breath in short, urgent bursts.
“Let me have you just once. That… ah… would be fair.”
Zhou Ziheng’s fingers gripped the tip of Xia Xiqing’s member, squeezing and rubbing it rhythmically, making Xia Xiqing arch his neck, craving the wall for support.
“Sure.” Zhou Ziheng twisted Xia Xiqing’s nipple before lowering his head to take it into his mouth. “If you have the strength.”
“You fucking—” Xia Xiqing started to retort, but Zhou Ziheng suddenly crouched down, taking Xia Xiqing’s shaft into his mouth. His hands pressed Xia Xiqing’s hips against the wall as he moved awkwardly, thrusting his head back and forth. This astonished Xia Xiqing. He never expected Zhou Ziheng to do this. The burning desire was unbearable, and Xia Xiqing’s hands moved beyond his control, gripping Zhou Ziheng’s head.
“Ah… Keep your teeth back… Yes, suck tighter… Ah…”
Zhou Ziheng was a good student—in every sense. His right hand gripped the base, stroking it rhythmically with each thrust, tormenting Xia Xiqing to the core. His left hand kneaded Xia’s soft buttocks, tentatively shifting backward.
“Ah… I’m going to come… Spit it out…” Xia Xiqing’s voice was distorted, each word wrapped in hot breath. His fingertips pressed harder, sending tingles through Zhou Ziheng’s scalp. Zhou Ziheng complied and released it, but the next second, Xia Xiqing clamped his hand down, refusing to let him come so easily.
“Ah…” Xia Xiqing’s voice trembled twice, utterly weak. “Let… let go…”
“Let me fuck you, and I’ll let go.” Zhou Ziheng remained clear-headed, bargaining with him even now.
Xia Xiqing’s brows knitted tightly, his eyes brimming with mist. “You… you’re such a bastard…”
“Xiqing, you seduced me first.” Zhou Ziheng kissed his lips, his fingers refusing to budge, though his tone softened slightly. “Agree to me. I’ll make you feel good.” Xia Xiqing shuddered in his embrace. Seeing that Zhou had passed the peak of his arousal, he quickly stroked him a few more times. Caught off guard, Xia Xiqing cried out against Zhou’s shoulder before being clamped down on again.
“You fucking… pervert…” Xia Xiqing bit into Zhou’s shoulder. “Hurry… let me come. “
“Let me take you.”
He was dying. Xia Xiqing’s mental defenses finally collapsed under the relentless bombardment of lust. His arms went limp around Zhou Ziheng’s back, his voice barely audible.
“Take me…”
“Seriously?” Zhou Ziheng could scarcely believe it.
“Fuck… ahhh…” Xia Xiqing cursed fiercely, only to feel Zhou Ziheng’s hand stroke him a few more times. The words caught in his throat, transforming into a series of moans.
Zhou Ziheng guided Xia Xiqing to sit on the toilet seat. He swiftly pulled a condom from his pants pocket, then deftly stripped off his damp, clinging trousers. His impressively sized cock sprang free.
“Are you fucking perverted or what…” Xia Xiqing leaned back, his head tilted up. “Carrying condoms around like that—aren’t you afraid they’ll fall out? Big star…”
“I just took it out of my bag.” Zhou Ziheng tore open the wrapper with his teeth. The lubricant inside was plentiful; he squeezed it all onto his hand, then smeared it over Xia Xiqing’s thigh, pressing upward to coat his entrance. This spot had been ravaged by him before. Zhou Ziheng endured his desire, patiently waiting for it to stretch. At first, Xia Xiqing resisted fiercely, but gradually his moans grew more ethereal. When Zhou Ziheng’s two fingers hit a certain spot inside, Xia Xiqing suddenly clung to him, biting the fabric on his shoulder.
“Does this feel good?” Zhou Ziheng pressed firmly several times, feeling Xia Xiqing’s body tremble endlessly. Despite his efforts to suppress his voice, increasingly high-pitched moans slipped out unintentionally.
Once fully stretched, Zhou Ziheng gave Xia Xiqing’s half-flaccid cock a firm squeeze, hardening it before thrusting a condom into his hand. “Put it on me.”
Xia Xiqing tilted his head lazily, panting heavily, his voice thick with desire. “Come to me.” Zhou Ziheng took two steps closer, his burning cock nearly brushing Xia Xiqing’s face.
Seeing him lift his left hand to steady his own erection, Zhou Ziheng took a deep breath. Unexpectedly, the next second, Xia Xiqing slipped the condom into his mouth. His pink tongue pushed against the rim, then retracted as he wrapped his hands around Zhou Ziheng’s shaft and took it in.
He was actually putting the condom on with his mouth!
Zhou Ziheng fought to contain his exploding nerves, gritting his teeth as he lifted Xia Xiqing’s legs. His arms hooked around the hollows of Xia’s knees, spreading his long legs wide before slowly aligning his shaft with the pulsing, contracting entrance. Xia Xiqing’s voice could no longer be suppressed, escaping with Zhou Ziheng’s thrust.
After thrusting a few times in this position, Zhou Ziheng felt it wasn’t satisfying. The instant he withdrew, Xia Xiqing’s entire body shuddered, his neck flushing red. He turned his face away to catch his breath, calming down for a moment before gasping, “You fucking… If you can’t do it, let me take over…”
Zhou Ziheng pinched his chin, thrusting his tongue into Xia Xiqing’s wet, yielding mouth. The kiss made Xia Xiqing’s chest rise and fall. “You’re this wet and wild, yet you still want someone else?” Zhou Ziheng lifted him up, wrapping his arms around him. One hand hooked under his knee, lifting his leg so only one foot touched the ground. This standing position was utterly humiliating. Xia Xiqing wanted to escape, but trapped between the wall and Zhou Ziheng, he couldn’t move an inch.
“Ah… ahh… mmm…”
Zhou Ziheng thrust his hips with fierce intensity, plunging deep into that wet, hot passage again and again. The hem of his hoodie got in the way, and with no time to strip, he simply bit it down with his teeth. This image of him utterly consumed by desire looked incredibly sexy to Xia Xiqing. He abandoned any pretense of restraint, allowing himself to sink completely into the wet, sticky depths of lust.
“Ah… faster… ah ah! Too deep…” He clung tightly to Zhou Ziheng’s waist, watching as Zhou furrowed his brow, biting his shirt while thrusting his hips like a dog. The cock rammed deep into his body, his own lower body slamming against Zhou’s abs with each stroke. The pleasure sent electric shocks through every bone in his body. “Damn… so good… ah!”
Xia Xiqing’s body trembled. Zhou Ziheng knew precisely where his sensitive spot was. He accelerated his thrusts with savage intensity. Xia Xiqing screamed wildly, his fingers digging into Zhou Ziheng’s flesh. “Ah ah… I can’t… ah ah ah ah no! Stop… ah! Ah…”
He released his teeth, licking and kissing Xia Xiqing’s arched neck. “Do you like being fucked by me?”
“Ah ah…” Xia Xiqing was nearly delirious. The stifling heat choked off his thoughts, his speech slurring. “Mmm… I… I like it…”
“Say it clearly.” Zhou Ziheng’s cock ground slowly against that spot, grinding Xia Xiqing to the brink of death.
“I like… I like you fucking me…” Xia Xiqing was utterly lost in desire, sloppily licking and kissing Zhou Ziheng’s ear. “Fuck me to death… faster… ah! Ah…”
That hot, wet passage had been thoroughly fucked soft and open. Xia Xiqing felt like he was melting into a puddle of water. Without even ejaculating, his semen flowed out in waves as his body trembled. Zhou Ziheng flipped him over, pinned him against the wall, and thrust into him from behind, fucking him hard once more.
Nearly suffocating in the cramped, stifling bathroom, Xia Xiqing’s eyes half-closed as his cries grew louder and louder, his entire body trembling. Zhou Ziheng’s thrusts grew faster and faster until they reached their peak. He withdrew, pulled off the condom, and stroked his shaft a few times before shooting thick, viscous semen between Xia Xiqing’s buttocks.
Seeing Xia Xiqing about to slide down the wall, Zhou Ziheng scooped him up, sat down on the toilet seat himself, and cradled Xia Xiqing on his lap, kissing his cheeks and the tip of his nose tenderly.
“You okay?”
Xia Xiqing slumped lazily onto his shoulder, drowsy but still stubborn.
“Not fine…”
Zhou Ziheng smiled, handsome and wicked. “Want more?”
“Get lost… Damn it, I feel like I’m falling apart…”
“Hold me, hold me…” Zhou Ziheng gently patted his back. “This position is nice.”
“Get lost…”
“One more time?”
“You dare…”
