Two bodies floated on the water, clinging tightly together, rubbing against each other, muscle pressed against muscle. When their lips met again, their tongues nearly tangled, swirling recklessly inside each other’s mouths, stirring up the restless desire in their chests and swallowing their reason whole.
Perhaps it was the long separation, for Xia Xiqing’s passion burned brighter than ever before. His hands plunged beneath the surface, stripping Zhou Ziheng’s shirt off. The black short-sleeved shirt floated on the water, carried far away by the waves they created.
“Did you miss me?” Zhou Ziheng nuzzled Xia Xiqing’s ear, his tongue thrusting in and out of the ear canal like mimicking intercourse. The sensation made Xia Xiqing’s legs, wrapped around his waist, go weak. Unable to escape, he could only cling tightly to Zhou Ziheng’s shoulders, gasping for breath.
“Say it,” Zhou Ziheng wouldn’t relent. Xia Xiqing could only reach down and knead that bulging spot. Hearing Zhou Ziheng’s muffled groan in his ear, he felt a surge of triumph. Riding the water’s rhythm, he pressed closer, extending his pink tongue to trace a path from Zhou Ziheng’s prominent collarbone up to his earlobe, like a sly, clingy cat.
“Seems you missed me,” Xia Xiqing said, grabbing Zhou Ziheng’s lower body and wiggling it in the water. “You’re rock hard.”
Zhou Ziheng hadn’t intended to hide anything. He wrapped his arms around Xia Xiqing’s waist and carried him to the poolside floor. The waistband of his dark blue swim trunks was wedged against Xia Xiqing’s hipbone. Zhou Ziheng floated on the water, gripping Xia Xiqing’s thigh to wedge himself between his legs. His face pressed against Xia Xiqing’s hipbone, licking and nibbling at the soft, tender skin there. Once the pale flesh was tinged with red, Zhou Ziheng slid downward, biting the waistband of the swim trunks and tugging them down.
Xia Xiqing gasped heavily, yet his words remained sharp. “Are you a dog?”
The swim trunks slid down, revealing a beautifully shaped, semi-erect penis that sprang free, poking Zhou Ziheng’s face. Zhou Ziheng blew a breath onto the tip, sending a shiver through Xia Xiqing’s back. He then took the head into his mouth. Xia Xiqing moaned with pleasure, his hands gripping Zhou Ziheng’s nape. “Mmm… Deeper…”
Zhou Ziheng’s hands slid under the swim trunks, kneading Xia Xiqing’s soft buttocks. The burning agitation within him grew unbearable. After a few rapid thrusts, he decisively yanked off the trunks, freeing one of Xia Xiqing’s legs. The swimwear now hung precariously around the crook of the other knee.
Xia Xiqing collapsed back, wrapping his arms around Zhou Ziheng’s shoulders and kissing his lower lip with sticky passion. Buoyancy made everything feel effortless. Zhou Ziheng used the buoyancy to lift those two slender, pale legs, wrapping them around his waist. He slid his hand down along the curve of his buttocks, giving Xia Xiqing’s tailbone a gentle squeeze. Unexpectedly, that single touch made the person in his arms shudder, going limp against him, even slowing their kisses. Zhou Ziheng rubbed a few more times before reaching down to probe the sensitive opening. To his surprise, the passage that was usually so tight he could barely insert a finger now felt soft and loose. With a gentle push, a knuckle slid inside, quickly met by a surge of slippery fluid.
Zhou Ziheng was taken aback. “You dilated yourself?”
“Your technique is too poor,” Xia Xiqing insisted stubbornly, burying his face against Zhou Ziheng’s neck to hide his expression. “Better to do it myself.”
Zhou Ziheng’s heart skipped two beats. He thrust his entire finger inside. Xia Xiqing, caught off guard, couldn’t hold back and moaned softly against his embrace. Zhou Ziheng thrust twice, then added another finger, slipping in much more smoothly than before.
“Don’t… don’t use your hands,” Xia Xiqing bit Zhou Ziheng’s shoulder.
“I didn’t bring a condom.” Zhou Ziheng’s fingers pressed and rubbed inside, locating Xia Xiqing’s usual sensitive spot and pressing down hard.
“Ah…” Xia Xiqing’s legs suddenly wrapped tightly around him, clinging like a frightened water snake, his voice suddenly rising sharply. Zhou Ziheng refused to let him off so easily. He ground against that sensitive spot relentlessly until Xia Xiqing’s entire body tensed. Then, abruptly, he withdrew his hand. Xia Xiqing went limp as if half his nerves had been ripped out, clinging to Zhou Ziheng like a drowning man clutching a log.
Zhou Ziheng pushed him against the pool wall, flipping him over. Pressing his back against Zhou Ziheng’s chest, Xia Xiqing heard the deep voice command, “Stay like that.”
Zhou Ziheng lifted Xia Xiqing’s arms out of the water and placed them on the black marble floor. Half-propped up, Xia Xiqing’s lower body remained submerged. his lower body submerged. Zhou Ziheng’s hand gripped his lower abdomen, pressing his hips against his own stomach. He rubbed his hard, vein-bulging cock against Xia Xiqing’s entrance, thrusting upward again and again, but refusing to enter.
“Want me to fuck you?”
Though the pool water was cool, Xia Xiqing’s forehead glistened with sweat. His body burned with heat that even the water couldn’t extinguish. Panting heavily, he gripped the floor. “Cut the crap… Are you fucking going to do it or not?”
Zhou Ziheng returned to licking and biting his ear, the tickling making Xia Xiqing’s eyes redden. He reached his right hand into the water to grab Zhou Ziheng’s cock, roughly jerking it a few times before shoving it against his own entrance.
“Don’t bother…” Xia Xiqing’s hand was awkward; the massive head simply wouldn’t fit inside.
“Xiqing, you’re too impatient.” With the opening presented, Zhou Ziheng naturally followed his lead, spreading Xia Xiqing’s buttocks wide and thrusting hard inside. Leveraging his own stretching, he plunged to the deepest point on the very first thrust.
“Ah…” Xia Xiqing couldn’t stay on his knees, his upper body instinctively arching backward. His waistline was as graceful as a gymnast’s. Zhou Ziheng’s right hand braced across his abdomen, pulling him tightly into an embrace, while his left hand gripped Xia Xiqing’s slender neck, fingers pressing against his soft lips. Xia Xiqing gasped for air, his back pressed tightly against Zhou Ziheng’s chest. The moment that thing entered him, all his strength seemed to drain away. The harder Zhou thrust, the softer he grew, jolted up and down by the rhythm of Zhou’s movements, yet held firmly in place by two strong arms.
“Fuck me slower… slower…” Xia Xiqing’s chest heaved violently. “I can’t breathe… Ziheng…”
Zhou Ziheng loved hearing his name whispered during sex, always tinged with a hint of surrender. Yet the more Xia Xiqing pleaded, the less Zhou Ziheng wanted to grant him mercy. He tightened his grip on Xia Xiqing’s waist, adjusting the angle to thrust hard against his prostate. Pool water splashed into that opening with each forceful stroke, filling him with a tingling ache.
Seeing Xia Xiqing truly gasping for air, he had no choice but to lay him down on the ground, commanding him to stay on all fours. He pinned Xia Xiqing’s hips and entered him from behind once more. The underwater union sent waves of frenzied pleasure through Zhou Ziheng. They were like beasts far removed from civilization, or two slippery fish mating.
“Ah… ah… easier… Ziheng…”
Xia Xiqing was slammed face-down onto the floor. The water-glistening black tiles made his skin appear even more snow-white. He lay limp, arms stretched out, sliding across the floor with each of Zhou Ziheng’s thrusts. His fingers couldn’t grip the slippery tiles, couldn’t grasp anything. His lower body was submerged in water, hot and cold at the same time.
Zhou Ziheng seized that spot relentlessly, thrusting with all his might. The tender flesh inside couldn’t take it anymore. Xia Xiqing’s shoulders and back trembled in spasms, his entrance clenching tight. Zhou Ziheng knew he was about to come, so he licked his spine and drove into him dozens of times in rapid succession, like a storm.
“No… don’t fuck there… mmm… mmm… ahhh!” Hearing Xia Xiqing’s high-pitched cry, he reached down to touch the cock beneath him, finding a sticky trail at the tip.
Zhou Ziheng pushed his hips upward, lifting him onto the floor as he braced himself. Like soothing a child, he cradled Xia Xiqing in his arms. Fresh from climax, Xia Xiqing was too weak to resist, letting Zhou hold him close and kiss him repeatedly. Then he was carried sideways onto the leather sofa. The damp leather felt like it sucked him in, clinging tightly. Zhou Ziheng laid him sideways on the sofa, then lay behind him. He grabbed the longer leg above, hooked it back with his elbow, forcing his legs apart. His other arm wrapped around him, fingers twisting the nipple on his chest. His lower body thrust forward, the tip of his cock slowly tracing the wet opening.
After just a few strokes, the flames of desire reignited. Xia Xiqing turned his head, wrapping his lips around Zhou Ziheng’s in a kiss. Their tongues tangled until Zhou Ziheng’s own tongue went numb, yet he still didn’t enter. He only held him tightly, skin pressed against skin, unable to quench the burning heat.
“Come inside… Hurry…”
Zhou Ziheng’s lower body prodded at the entrance, sending shivers through Xia Xiqing’s entire body, making every bone and nerve ache with desire. “Beg me.”
“Please…” Xia Xiqing’s eyes were red with desire, and he cared for nothing else. His expression was hauntingly seductive and clingy. “Please… fuck me…”
“Call me husband.”
“Why do you have so many twisted tastes…”
“Are you going to say it?” Zhou Ziheng thrust hard against the entrance, making Xia Xiqing shudder again. “Say it… say it…” He thrust his tongue into Zhou Ziheng’s mouth, licking him with such erotic intensity that he felt dizzy from the kiss before finally uttering the words.
“Husband… husband… fuck me…”
Only then did Zhou Ziheng relent. “Lift your legs.” He guided his own cock into the tight opening, forcing his way in. Both men let out a sigh. The sideways angle allowed Zhou Ziheng to thrust effortlessly, freeing his hands to hold Xia Xiqing and kiss him.
“Ah… so good… Ziheng… ah…” Xia Xiqing was completely fucked open, moaning and crying out wantonly. With no one else in the vast apartment, he shed all inhibitions, his cries growing wilder and wilder. Zhou Ziheng reached out a hand to grasp Xia Xiqing’s swaying cock, stroking it while thrusting deeper inside. The dual pleasure sent Xia Xiqing soaring, his toes curling in ecstasy.
“Ah…” The moment the cry escaped his lips, Xia Xiqing’s face was yanked back, smothered by a wet, hot kiss. A tongue pressed against his throat, nearly forcing its way in. “Mmm… mmm…”
Finally released, Xia Xiqing kissed Zhou Ziheng’s neck, his voice soaked in desire until it was utterly soft. “Deeper… husband… Ziheng… fuck me deeper.”
“Then move yourself.” Zhou Ziheng suddenly gripped his waist, straightening his limp, spent body to stand against his hips. He lay back on the sofa, his cock slipping out of Xia Xiqing’s hole, now pressed down by Xia Xiqing’s weight.
Xia Xiqing suspected Zhou Ziheng must have secretly read some forbidden erotic literature behind his back, constantly calling him “husband” and urging him to move on his own. But now, consumed by desire and unable to think clearly, he wasn’t one to pretend to be proper anyway. Riding was riding. Lifting herself slightly, Xia Xiqing guided Zhou Ziheng’s shaft, relaxing her muscles as she lowered herself inch by inch.
“It’s too big, ah…”
Zhou Ziheng slapped Xia Xiqing’s butt with a sharp smack. “Take it in deeper, that’s it… ah…” Xia Xiqing knelt with legs spread wide on either side of Zhou’s thighs, moving up and down slowly, trembling all over, flushed from chest to neck.
” Ah… too deep…“ Xia Xiqing’s eyes glistened with moisture as he ground his hips, making Zhou Ziheng’s eyes burn. His large hands gripped Xia Xiqing’s hips, bouncing him up and down until the entire shaft was buried inside. But it still wasn’t enough. Xia Xiqing playfully slapped Zhou Ziheng’s chest, her voice tinged with a hint of whining, ”You move, will you?”
“Okay, okay.” Just watching Xia Xiqing sit astride him like this had Zhou Ziheng hard enough to burst. couldn’t hold back any longer. Gripping his hips, he thrust his muscular waist hard, driving deep inside. The impact made Xia Xiqing go limp, moaning incoherently as he collapsed onto Zhou Ziheng. His mind fogged, he licked Zhou Ziheng’s chest and collarbone with a passion more intense than any drug.
“Ziheng… husband… fuck me, fuck me to death…”
His cries were unbearably tantalizing. Zhou Ziheng’s brow furrowed, sweat beading at his temples, his mind consumed only by the urge to pound into him harder. His arms wrapped tightly around Xia Xiqing’s back, pressing him flush against his chest, leaving no space for escape. His lower body pounded into that pitiful opening like a pile driver. Xia Xiqing’s face pressed against his collarbone, this semi-forced position stripping away all rationality. There was no chance to struggle; he could only go limp and let himself be held and fucked like this.
The pleasure was earth-shattering. The moan that escaped his lips was shattered into fragments by each impact.
“No… I can’t… down there… ah… ahh…”
Zhou Ziheng heard nothing. The opening clenched tight around him, his balls slapping against flesh with a wet smack. He licked and kissed Xia Xiqing’s cheek, leaving it wet and sticky. He loved seeing him so beautiful and helpless, completely his, utterly incapable of resistance or escape.
After who knows how long of relentless pounding, Xia Xiqing had lost all rationality. Driven solely by pleasure and instinct, he licked and kissed Zhou Ziheng’s shoulder, his slurred cries echoing in Zhou’s ear. The incoherent sounds nearly sent Zhou over the edge.
“Do you like me fucking you?” Zhou Ziheng’s gaze hardened, his restraint stretched to its limit. “Huh? Brother Xiqing?”
Xia Xiqing gasped for breath, each thrust slamming him against Zhou Ziheng’s ear.
“I like it…”
He’d known the answer all along, yet hadn’t expected it.
“I like you… I like you…”
The last nerve snapped. Zhou Ziheng grunted and came inside Xia Xiqing, holding him in a daze as he gasped for breath.
Xia Xiqing obediently lay on top of him, his body glistening with sweat. He kissed from Zhou’s side neck to his jaw, licking and nibbling like a kitten.
“Tell me,” he demanded lazily, his voice thick with desire, “where did you learn all this nonsense?”
Zhou Ziheng pinched his buttocks, sliding his fingers inside to draw out the sticky semen, his gaze mesmerizing as he looked at Xia Xiqing. “I just… read some novels online…”
Xia Xiqing squirmed under his grip. “What kind of trashy novels…”
“You… Are you sick? Reading your own fanfiction?” Xia Xiqing was about to scold him when Zhou Ziheng flipped him over and pinned him beneath, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
“There’s tons of it. Can’t even finish reading it all, let alone learn every trick.” Zhou Ziheng brushed his lips against Xia Xiqing’s. “Want to try something else?”
“Go ahead.” Xia Xiqing arched an eyebrow, his gaze both melting and provocative. “I’m just worried you won’t last.”
“I’ll last,” Zhou Ziheng pinched his chest. “I’ll last forever.”
