Chapter 25
The room was a mess, with the pillow and bedding scattered on the bed, still showing the traces of Sanmao’s earlier antics.
Du Chi held the sheets that Xiang Mo handed to him and took a deep breath, disbelief evident in his voice as he asked, “You asked me to come to your room just to make the bed?”
“What else?” Xiang Mo replied sincerely.
After Sanmao had messed up his bed like that, how could he be expected to make it himself?
As Xiang Mo took out fresh clothes from the wardrobe, he turned the doorknob, glancing back at Du Chi, and said, “I’m going to take a shower. When you’re done making the bed, you can leave.”
“Artist, isn’t that unfair?” Du Chi protested with a face full of disapproval. “I won’t agree unless they give you an award at the World Fishing Championship.”
Xiang Mo couldn’t help but find it amusing. He suppressed the corners of his mouth, leaving Du Chi with a casual “Hurry and make it” before heading into the bathroom.
The dense water droplets fell on his skin, washing away the heat of the day. While he applied shower gel absentmindedly, Xiang Mo felt that maybe having a large dog around wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
There was a clear difference between having a cat and having a dog. Cats were very low-maintenance, never needing to be taken for walks, and they kept themselves tidy. However, they lacked the sense of companionship that dogs offered. Only a loyal dog would eagerly await its owner’s return.
Having lived a single life for so many years, Xiang Mo had never felt the need for companionship. Eating alone and watching movies alone felt just right for him. If someone wanted to disturb his current life, he would simply remove them from it.
Tan Song and Qian Kun were the factors he wanted to eliminate. But oddly enough, it was Du Chi who had changed his life the most. He was no longer eating alone, and he didn’t find it unpleasant at all.
In the end, humans were social creatures. No matter how independent and strong they might be, deep down, they might still long for companionship.
Stop it.
Xiang Mo abruptly halted his actions.
Why did he have such thoughts?
He immediately raised his guard, and his rationality brought out a small whip, constantly lashing at the little person named Xiang Mo, telling him to stay vigilant and not fall into a trap.
In the long run, any relationship would eventually come to an end because everyone would die eventually, be it a family relationship, a friendship, or a romantic relationship.
So, the best way to reduce harm was to avoid establishing any new connections.
When Xiang Mo thought this way, he suddenly heard a “clang,” and the surroundings plunged into darkness.
The hot water flowing from the showerhead instantly turned cold, and Xiang Mo immediately realized that there was a power outage—the electric water heater couldn’t work anymore.
With foam all over his head and some on his shoulders, Xiang Mo realized he had to take a cold shower since there was no more hot water. He didn’t consider himself a tough guy, but he was willing to endure a cold shower.
It was still early May, and the weather hadn’t gotten too hot yet, so the night temperature was still bearable. The most troublesome thing about living alone was falling sick by yourself, and Xiang Mo didn’t want that.
With a towel wrapped around his waist, he went to the kitchen to boil water and glanced outside. The whole block was in darkness, indicating a problem with the transformer.
Suddenly, Du Chi’s voice came from behind him, “Boiling water?”
“Yes,” Xiang Mo replied without turning his head, both hands resting on the kitchen countertop. “I haven’t finished washing my hair.”
“Can’t you use cold water?” Du Chi seemed puzzled by Xiang Mo’s behavior.
“People get older, and they need to take care of their bodies,” Xiang Mo replied calmly.
At the right moment, Du Chi arrived by Xiang Mo’s side, and with the faint light from outside the window, he glanced at Xiang Mo’s chest, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth. “Indeed, you should take good care of yourself.”
Following Du Chi’s gaze, Xiang Mo looked at himself and noticed that the dog’s bite marks on his chest hadn’t completely disappeared.
Washing his hair didn’t require boiling water; he estimated that the water temperature was suitable. Xiang Mo turned off the gas stove and brought down the kettle. He had initially planned to return to the bathroom and use a basin to continue washing, but Du Chi asked, “Do you need help?”
Having someone’s assistance would be nice, of course.
Xiang Mo hesitated for a moment before saying, “No mischief allowed.”
Du Chi seemed to find it unfair, “What kind of mischief could I possibly cause?”
“Regardless, no mischief allowed.”
As it turned out, Xiang Mo’s worries were somewhat unnecessary. Du Chi poured warm water gently over him, helping to wash away the remaining foam. Throughout the process, the water never flowed into his eyes or ears, and the tense muscles in his shoulders gradually relaxed.
“If your venture doesn’t succeed, you could open a hair salon,” Xiang Mo said, burying his head.
“Specially for you?” Du Chi washed the back of Xiang Mo’s neck. “Then it would be better if you sponsor me.”
His fingers moved up his neck, and suddenly, Du Chi pinched his earlobe. Xiang Mo’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately pushed away the hair on his forehead, straightening up. “What are you doing?”
Clearly, they had agreed not to play tricks, and yet this rotten dog was up to mischief again.
“You have foam on your ear,” Du Chi’s tone was somewhat teasing. “Am I just a horny dog in your eyes, artist?”
Xiang Mo touched his ear and indeed found some foam. He turned on the water tap, using cold water to rinse his ear. He felt a bit uncomfortable and apologized, “Sorry.”
“No problem,” Du Chi put down the kettle, “Do you have any plans later?”
With the power outage, there was nothing to do. Xiang Mo picked up a clean towel, drying his hair as he said, “No.”
“Do you want to do something exciting with me then?” Du Chi asked.
Xiang Mo’s actions of drying his hair paused for a moment. He thought, “This horny dog is at it again.”
However, with nothing else to do during the power outage, he couldn’t exactly decline without implying that he had other expectations. Thus, after living for twenty-eight years, Xiang Mo did something he had never done before—he hopped on a heavy-duty motorcycle that was very much contrary to his temperament.
No bar hopping, no clubbing, no shopping, no dates.
Xiang Mo’s life was already no different from that of an elderly person. He thought that nothing could make his heart race again, but when Du Chi took him on a thrilling ride through the streets, watching the rapidly retreating scenery and hearing the howling wind, he felt an unsettling restlessness stirring in his blood. It wasn’t something injected into him by Du Chi but rather the innate nature that he had suppressed for so long.
Finally, the motorcycle stopped by the greenway along the riverbank.
At this time of the night, there were few people walking along the greenway.
The two of them found a casual bench and sat down, enjoying the bustling night view of the city across the river while feeling the cool breeze from the river brushing against their faces.
Xiang Mo wasn’t a fan of going out at night, even if it was to watch a movie, he preferred to stay close to home. However, he had to admit that coming to the riverside to relax after taking a shower was indeed a pleasant experience.
Before leaving, Xiang Mo carefully dried his hair, and only the tips remained slightly damp. He casually ruffled his hair and called out, “Du Chi.”
“Hmm?” Du Chi lazily responded.
“I’m a homebody,” Xiang Mo said, gazing at the nearby neon bridge, a famous internet-famous bridge in the city that would light up with a light show every night. This was his first time seeing this bridge.
“I know,” Du Chi’s response was not surprising. “You don’t like going out.”
“But going out with you is fine,” Xiang Mo shifted his gaze back from a distance, looking at Du Chi by his side. He didn’t have any ulterior motive with his words; he simply felt relaxed in the current atmosphere and spoke without much concern.
“So, should I take you out more often?” Du Chi raised an eyebrow.
“That’s not necessary,” Xiang Mo smiled, feeling good, and spoke in a tone as if chatting with an acquaintance. “Who are you, by the way?”
“Who else could I be?” Du Chi continued in a random and playful tone, “I’m your husband.”
Temporary husband.
Xiang Mo didn’t deny it, and continued to enjoy the vibrant light show.
After an unknown amount of time, the distant neon lights stopped lighting up, and the crowd of spectators began to disperse.
Xiang Mo vaguely heard Du Chi calling his name and, in a daze, opened his eyes to find that he had somehow fallen asleep on Du Chi’s shoulder.
“How long are you going to sleep?” Du Chi tilted his head to look at Xiang Mo, a faint smile on his lips. “I didn’t know you were such a good sleeper.”
Xiang Mo checked the time and realized it was only a little past ten o’clock.
“I’ve always been a good sleeper.”
If it weren’t for Du Chi always keeping him awake, he could sleep naturally every day.
“Shall we head home?” Du Chi asked.
“Okay.”
Once again, they sped back home on the motorcycle, and Xiang Mo quietly lay on Du Chi’s back, feeling the night wind whizzing by his ears.
Speed seemed to arouse a different kind of excitement, and the drowsiness that had been gradually thickening during the ride dissipated by the time they arrived back at their courtyard. However, the restlessness in Xiang Mo’s blood vessels had yet to subside.
The old stairs emitted the familiar creaking sound under the dim lights. But this time, the frequency was slower than usual.
Xiang Mo walked ahead, deliberately slowing his pace, swaying his tail like a cat waiting for the opportune moment.
When he stepped on the last step of the second-floor corridor, the large dog following behind him finally made a move.
Du Chi embraced Xiang Mo from behind, his voice husky as he said, “Artist, stop teasing me.”
His tone carried a hint of vulnerability, like a complaining big dog seeking comfort.
Xiang Mo stood there nonchalantly, but only he knew that his fingertips trembled slightly, and his breathing became uncontrolled and rapid.
“I can’t take it anymore,” Du Chi buried his face in Xiang Mo’s neck, resembling a dejected big dog as he vented his grievances.
“I’m not teasing you,” Xiang Mo turned around, raising his chin and embracing Du Chi’s neck.
“Are you sure?” Du Chi didn’t seem to believe Xiang Mo’s words, locking eyes with him while their lips were only inches apart, and the scorching breath flowed between them.
Xiang Mo freed his right hand and grabbed Du Chi’s wrist, guiding the big hand to rest on his buttocks.
He tiptoed slightly, leaning close to Du Chi’s ear like a mischievous cat, and with a teasing tone, he said, “You don’t believe me? Feel it.”
The motion of rubbing stopped abruptly. In the next second, Du Chi’s middle finger easily slipped into the tightly closed folds. His eyes narrowed slightly, and with a breathless voice, he asked, “Did you get stretched?”
“Yes.”
Stretched it in the shower.
In fact, Xiang Mo didn’t really plan to let Du Chi leave after making the bed, he just went to take a bath to prepare.
After realizing this, Du Chi seemed to have completely lost his mind, as if he wanted to tear Xiang Mo to pieces, he suddenly lifted his buttocks, hugged him into the room, and threw him on the bed.
The clothes on their bodies became unnecessary interference at this time, and the two quickly became naked. Xiang Mo’s thing hadn’t completely hardened yet, but Du Chi’s murder weapon had already become swollen, and the ferocious blood vessels seemed to be on the verge of exploding.
“Xiang Mo.” Du Chi whispered Xiang Mo’s name, and his lips unconsciously came to his lips.
Although a moment of hesitation flashed in his heart, Xiang Mo still turned his head away unaccustomed.
“Why are you so bad?” Du Chi stopped demanding, and bit Xiang Mo’s nipple as if to vent his anger.
Pain mixed with pleasure rushed to Xiang Mo’s lower body, and Xiao Mo, who was hanging his head, finally became energetic.
“Du Chi, are you a dog?” Xiang Mo frowned and asked, “Do you want me to have your teeth marks all over me to be satisfied?”
“Otherwise?” Du Chi asked back as a matter of course, and bit another little bean that had not been caressed.
“You’re a stinky dog.”
As soon as the words fell, two fingers stabbed into Xiang Mo’s small hole without warning. The fingertips quickly found the source of pleasure, and under the double stimulation of up and down, Xiaomo’s front end began to flow out viscous body fluid.
It’s not Xiangmo’s style to lie down and enjoy, he bit his lower lip, restrained the moaning around his mouth, and deftly manipulated the growing dick between Du Chi’s legs.
Neither are newbies and know how to make each other more comfortable.
Du Chi’s body pulled out pleasing muscle lines with his movements, making Xiang Mo’s sexuality unprecedentedly high.
People are sensory animals, and no one would dislike beautiful things.
Although Xiang Mo didn’t want to admit it, he really liked Du Chi’s body.
I like his appearance based on his own aesthetic points, his warm chest when he hugs me, his tight muscles, and his sculpted and perfect genitals.
During the last time they were masturbating, Du Chi said that Xiang Mo was very horny.
In fact, Xiang Mo really wanted to say, you have no idea how much I covet your body.
“Du Chi.” Xiang Mo looked at the man on top of him with blurred eyes, and said impatiently, “Put me in.”
His heart and lower body were itchy, and Xiang Mo had never been so eager to wait.
He has always felt that his need for sex is not strong, and sex is just a dispensable condiment for him. But now he suddenly discovered that sex can also be his necessity.
Digging out unused condoms from the bedside table, it turned out…
“It’s too small, I can’t wear it.” Du Chi exhaled recklessly, stood up and said, “I’ll go up and get it.”
Xiang Mo frowned, feeling really uncomfortable about being interrupted.
He rubbed Xiaomo with one hand, and inserted into his backyard with the other, temporarily relieving the emptiness of Du Chi’s departure, so when Du Chi came back, he saw Xiang Mo lying on the bed, playing with himself.
“Are you back?” Xiang Mo lazily opened his eyes, his fingers were still attached to the bottom, he was about to pick a few more times before withdrawing his hand, but at this moment Du Chi returned to the bed panting heavily, took Xiang Mo’s hand away without any explanation, and inserted his penis in instead.
“ah……”
Although it has been fully lubricated, Xiang Mo is still a little uncomfortable with Du Chi’s size.
“Are you okay?” Du Chi slowed down the thrusting action, giving Xiang Mo time to adapt.
“Yeah.” Xiang Mo adjusted the position of his hips, clamping Du Chi’s waist with his legs, “Take your time.”
“It can’t be slow.” Du Chi grabbed Xiang Mo’s waist and began to rush fiercely, “Do you know how much I want to fuck you?”
The pleasure came too violently, Xiang Mo was not used to this rhythm, he supported Du Chi’s lower abdomen with his hands, and said slightly dissatisfied: “I’m not running, why are you in a hurry?”
“Aren’t you running enough?” As if he was afraid that Xiang Mo would run away again, Du Chi turned him over, made him kneel on the bed, then bit the back of his neck, and then pierced him hard from behind.
“Hmm… Du Chi…” Xiang Mo raised his chin uncontrollably, bearing the impact of waves of pleasure.
Every time Du Chi penetrated, he could reach the most comfortable place, and he didn’t even dare to touch Xiaomo, because he was afraid that he would not be able to help but want to ejaculate after a few strokes.
But if he doesn’t touch it, it doesn’t mean that Du Chi can’t touch it. The big hand encircled the beautiful genitals, and with the frequency of thrusting and thrusting, Xiang Mo had the urge to ejaculate after a while.
“Wait, Du Chi.” Xiang Mo had to push Du Chi’s hip, forcing him to slow down, “Let me slow down.”
Du Chi didn’t push hard anymore, instead he rubbed slowly, and at the same time he asked Xiang Mo with ease, “Do you know that this is the bed I slept in when I was a child?”
“I know.” As expected, Xiang Mo still preferred the slow pace, he began to twist his hips, once in a while to match Du Chi’s slow motion.
“Then you have sex with another man on my bed.”
Xiang Mo was taken aback when he heard this, but he forgot about it.
“Do you prefer him to fuck you or me to fuck you?” Du Chi leaned over and asked Xiang Mo’s ear.
His tone was unspeakably nasty, obviously he had mastered the rhythm of the whole sex scene, and started to do bad things in different ways.
“Du Chi.” Xiang Mo frowned and scolded.
“Huh?” Du Chi licked Xiang Mo’s earlobe, “Can he insert you to orgasm?”
“Shut up!” Xiang Mo pushed Du Chi’s chin away, “He is much more obedient than you.”
Obviously, this is not a compliment, but Du Chi didn’t know what stimulated him, so he started to thrust wildly again.
“Um… ah… slow down!”
Xiang Mo really couldn’t take it anymore, he crawled to the head of the bed, turned over, and wanted to kick Du Chi away, but Du Chi grabbed his ankle and dragged him back.
“Where are you going again?”
“Who told you to fuck so hard?”
Du Chi couldn’t help feeling amused, and looked at Xiang Mo who was glaring at him angrily: “Why do you ask so much? You’re not happy with the aggressiveness.”
“If you want to do this again, you won’t do it.”
Comfort is comfort, but Xiang Mo doesn’t like this feeling of being out of control.
“That’s fine, you do it yourself.” Du Chi compromised and lay down on the bed, pointed to his things with his chin, “It’s yours.”
That’s about the same.
Xiang Mo pressed Du Chi’s lower abdomen with both hands, turned over and sat astride the erect penis, slowly twisting his hips.
Pleasure is like a continuous stream, which Xiang Mo likes. He bit his lower lip, his cheeks flushed with lust, enjoying the feeling of being filled by Du Chi’s huge body in the backyard.
“Are you leaving me here to do foreign work? An artist.” Du Chi said with a smile.
“What foreign workers?” Xiang Mo glared at Du Chi dissatisfiedly, with a bright red smear at the end of his beautiful eyes.
“When will I be able to shoot when you’re like this?” Du Chi calmed down for a few minutes, and dishonestly grabbed Xiang Mo’s waist, “Just don’t move.”
“No, you…”
A bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart, and before Xiang Mo was ready, the murder weapon in his body began to thrust violently again.
Due to his posture, Du Chi pushed deeper this time, and the thick weapon seemed to be piercing Xiang Mo’s belly.
The knees were already weak, and the fulcrum of the body was only the junction of the two of them. Xiang Mo couldn’t bear it anymore, and intermittent groans escaped from the corners of his mouth.
“Don’t… Du Chi… I can’t stand it…”
“Slow down… bastard…”
“I don’t want to do it with you…you get out of here…”
“Du Chi… Du Chi…”
The groans in his mouth turned into Du Chi’s name, and his mind went blank, leaving only the accumulation of pleasure.
At the final rush to the summit, Xiang Mo felt an inexplicable emptiness. Relying on the most primitive desire, he unconsciously groaned: “Du Chi, kiss me.”
The weapon in his body suddenly clashed even more violently, Du Chi turned over with deep eyes, pressed Xiang Mo under him, bit his lip and ejaculated at the same time as him.
Tongue tips are tangled together, eager to break into each other’s mouth.
This time, Xiang Mo didn’t let Du Chi gain the upper hand. He hugged Du Chi’s neck tightly, and licked his lips again and again. Du Chi didn’t seem to have thought that Xiang Mo would be so devoted to kissing, and let the tip of Xiang Mo’s tongue invade his city if he didn’t pay attention.
Du Chi’s stuff was still inserted into Xiang Mo’s body, and the folds greedily shrank in, trying to squeeze the stuff out completely.
Xiang Mo couldn’t think at all, he just felt very comfortable kissing Du Chi, because the orgasm lasted very, very long.
After a long while, Xiang Mo finally let go of Du Chi, and his lustful eyes gradually regained clarity.
Du Chi touched his red and swollen lips with his thumb, looked at Xiang Mo with raised eyebrows, and said, “It’s really hard to kiss you.”
“Ah?” Xiang Mo was still immersed in the aftertaste of the climax, and didn’t understand the meaning of Du Chi’s words.
“I have to shoot you.” Du Chi added jokingly.
His thinking finally returned to the normal track, embarrassing emotions crawled up Xiang Mo’s back in an instant, and turned into anger in an instant.
“Go down for me.” Xiang Mo kicked Du Chi angrily.
“You come again.” Du Chi has long been used to Xiang Mo’s hot and cold temper, “Didn’t I satisfy you just now?”
“You still have the nerve to say it?” Xiang Mo felt annoyed when he thought about it, “Originally, this matter can be done for half an hour, or even more than an hour, but if you check the time yourself, it will be over in twenty minutes. That’s why I said, follow my pace, why are you in such a hurry?”
The result is indeed satisfactory, but the process is not.
Xiang Mo thought that he and Du Chi would get along well in bed, but now it seems that he was wrong.
“What’s the end?” Du Chi gradually understood what Xiang Mo meant, and asked amusedly, “Twenty minutes for the first round is normal, who told you it’s over?”
“The first round?” Xiang Mo asked in a daze.
“Artist, why are you so cute?” Du Chi grabbed Xiang Mo’s ankle and dragged him back to his side, “Didn’t you think about it for more than an hour? How could I let you down?”
“No, Du Chi,” Xiang Mo stared wide-eyed, looking at the refreshed thing between Du Chi’s legs, “I’ve already ejaculated, and I don’t want to do it again. And it’s very late now, you can’t disturb my sleep, you…”
The second half of the sentence was blocked by Du Chi.
Xiang Mo turned his face away with difficulty, and frowned dissatisfiedly: “I told you, you are not allowed to kiss me.”
Du Chi didn’t push anymore, and squeezed between Xiang Mo’s legs: “Should I fuck you again at the head office?”
