They'd gone three rounds already, but Luo Binghe was still erect. Shen Jiu moaned as Luo Binghe pressed against his bottom, hard and huge as ever.
Huskily, Luo Binghe begged, "Shen-Laoshi, just once more please. Let me in your cunt."
Luo Binghe's words made Shen Jiu shudder anew, body still sensitive from coming.
"No," he moaned, though he could feel his pussy still wet and wanting.
He never let Luo Binghe into his cunt, the thing much more sensitive and delicate than his ass. But maybe ― he was so wet now, it felt so loose as to be capable of receiving anything Luo Binghe had to offer.
Sensing Shen Jiu's weakness Luo Binghe took the initiative to bend Shen Jiu's leg, exposing him.
If he had any energy, he'd roll away from Luo Binghe, the brat uncomfortably plastered at his back.
"Shen-Laoshi," Luo Binghe whispered, deep and pleading, right into Shen Jiu's ear
Shen Jiu feebly reached back to feel Luo Binghe. It was still too big. That couldn't fit inside him.
He weakly struggled to close his legs, fighting Luo Binghe's hand, trying to wiggle away from the brat.
"No," he protested faintly, "I'm not prepared." He'd never be prepared enough for that cock.
Luo Binghe groaned loudly from Shen Jiu's touch, cock straining for more of Shen Jiu's fingers.
"Shen-Laoshi, I'm so close. It won't be long, please."
"Fuck you," Shen Jiu groaned. Luo Binghe could go for hours unless Shen Jiu worked to get him off, at which point, depending on how determined Shen Jiu was, Luo Binghe could last seconds to hours. And right now, he was too tired to put any effort into helping the brat come. He knew how this would go. Luo Binghe would thrust inside until Shen Jiu passed out. Knowing that, who in their right mind would permit it?
Luo Binghe whined, thrusting into Shen Jiu's hand, grinding against it like a dog humping its favorite toy.
"Shen-Laoshi," he pleaded again, hot and moist against Shen Jiu's pulse point, breathing heavily.
"Don't you want to feel this inside you?" Luo Binghe asked, wrapping Shen Jiu's hand around him. "You want me, don't you," Luo Binghe asked, changing tactics. "Think about how I'll fit inside you, Shen-Laoshi. How I can make you feel."
The wily bastard's voice turned patronizing, "But I can understand your fear, Shen Laoshi. It is bigger than most can take."
Shen Jiu knew exactly what Luo Binghe was trying to do. He tightened his grip punishingly, but Luo Binghe just moaned in pleasure, rutting harder against his hand.
"Shen-Laoshi, I promise I won't take long at all. See how aroused I am?" Luo Binghe persisted, sucking Shen Jiu's earlobe into his mouth, lightly dragging his teeth against it.
Shen Jiu was at a loss. He didn't know whether to dig his nails into Luo Binghe's stupidly big dick or just spread, so this would be over already.
It didn't help that now he was imagining it. His cunt... it really was so wet and so empty and still swollen with arousal.
It was becoming hard to think, Luo Binghe pressing insistently against him, Shen Jiu's leg raised and open by Luo Binghe's grip.
Shen Jiu whimpered when Luo Binghe's hand lowered to fondle his slit, finger tracing that weeping opening between his thighs.
There was only one person he would have permitted inside, but even then, it was only in hushed and hidden dreams whose visits left him ashamed and unsatisfied.
That finger dipped in, Shen Jiu clenching down on instinct, arching back against Luo Binghe.
"Shen-Laoshi," Luo Binghe whispered, somehow back in control of his voice, no longer desperate, now tinged with conceit. "Look how much your cunt wants me."
Luo Binghe's tone was a condescending thing, insidious in its plotting.
"You should be nicer to yourself," that despicable voice continued, honey-sweet.
"Be more honest," came the serpent's cajole from Luo Binghe's lips as he pressed his finger deeper inside.
The stretch made Shen Jiu tighten further, his choked cry a sibilation. It was still a strain with just one finger, how could his virgin hole take Luo Binghe?
But he knew if he protested as such, Luo Binghe would only insist more vehemently. Or worse, he would make it an event, forcing small humiliations in ever increasing severity on Shen Jiu in the name of being considerate.
"Shen-Laoshi, just give in, don't you deserve to indulge yourself?" Luo Binghe asked agreeably, as if this was for Shen Jiu and not his own perverted desires.
Gently thrusting the finger in and out, twisting inside Shen Jiu in a strange sensation, every movement releasing a squelch, it was all so dirty. Luo Binghe's audacious thumb came up to play with Shen Jiu's clit, further taunting him.
And then he was empty, his channel closing on nothing, leaking and still so very hungry.
"Shen-Laoshi tastes so good," Luo Binghe murmured. Shen Jiu could hear Luo Binghe lapping at his fingers beside his ear.
"Does Shen-Laoshi want a taste?" Luo Binghe asked, dipping two fingers inside Shen Jiu to coat them again in his pussy's juices.
He tried to jerk his head away when Luo Binghe returned with them to his lips, but he couldn't move far with the way Luo Binghe was draped over his back. The bastard painted Shen Jiu's lips with his own slick, thumb bullying inside Shen Jiu's mouth, fingers coming to play with Shen Jiu's tongue and make Shen Jiu taste his own arousal.
"Shen-Laoshi is gushing so much," that shitty brat softly crowed, "I can tell how much he wants me."
Shen Jiu bit down on those fingers, but he was still too weak to do much damage and Luo Binghe always seemed to be made of steel.
In response, Luo Binghe nipped threateningly at his ear.
Physically lifting Shen Jiu, strong muscles manhandling Shen Jiu easily, Luo Binghe settled between Shen Jiu's legs, spreading them obscenely wide over his thick thighs.
The brat smiled down at him, one hand reaching into the junction between Shen Jiu's thighs, dipping inside to coat them again, returning to trace Shen Jiu's lips. Fingers mock-entreating for entry. Shen Jiu knew that look in Luo Binghe's eyes. It spelled trouble and greater trouble, nothing good could come of it.
Bitterly, he parted his lips. Luo Binghe's fingers plunged inside.
"Suck," Luo Binghe ordered, eyes ablaze, focus intense, pupils blown wide.
Luo Binghe's painful arousal and fascination was plain to the eye. Shen Jiu glowered at him through his lashes while sucking those slick drenched fingers into his mouth, tasting himself on Luo Binghe's flesh. Spite clawing its way to the surface, Shen Jiu changed tactics. He licked and laved those fingers just as he had done to Luo Binghe's cock earlier, eyes locked on Luo Binghe.
Unable to stand it any longer, Luo Binghe wrenched his fingers from Shen Jiu's mouth and pulled Shen Jiu forward by the neck, mouth coming down to consume his in a ravenous kiss. When they broke apart, Shen Jiu had no strength to keep himself upright and went easily down with the guidance of Luo Binghe's hand, back to rest against the bed.
That other naughty hand, the one not holding Shen Jiu just raised enough to see Luo Binghe, had snuck between Shen Jiu's legs. Dipped between his thighs to find Shen Jiu's hidden sex, bypassing Shen Jiu's spent cock to caress the dripping folds. Shen Jiu quivered at the first touch, hating and loving the reactions Luo Binghe ripped free from him. His legs spread further open of their own volition, granting Luo Binghe more access, hips canting into his touch. Luo Binghe's fingers whispered across the swollen petals of his cunt, running the pads of his fingers back and forth over the opening, teasing Shen Jiu with the possibility of penetration.
Shen Jiu's breath whistled past his teeth in a sharp intake when Luo Binghe's touch moved to his clit, pressing down slightly and setting Shen Jiu's nerves aflame. Unlike his cock, which had been wrung dry by Luo Binghe's voracious appetite, this part of Shen Jiu was swollen with desire, arousal pooling low in his belly. Luo Binghe's skilled fingers brought Shen Jiu to the brink, stopping just before Shen Jiu fell over the cliff.
Shen Jiu glared at him. Many said his eyes could pierce stone, so he knew Luo Binghe felt the ire in his gaze, but the bastard just smiled. Keeping his eyes on Shen Jiu the entire time. Slowly rubbing the flat of his thumb against Shen Jiu's clit, a light, torturous pressure that kept Shen Jiu on that knife edge of pleasure and too much.
Luo Binghe's intense stare sent shivers up his back. Those eyes told Shen Jiu Luo Binghe intended to devour him.
He still felt so weak from his recent orgasm, cock still not interested, but that insufferable light touch, there and not there― it sent him gushing. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing to Shen Jiu. How many women had fallen for such a tactic?
Countless. More than Shen Jiu was willing to count.
The constant challenge and smirk in Luo Binghe's eyes made Shen Jiu want to claw them out, if only he wasn't noodle weak from Luo Binghe's seductive torment. Luo Binghe's touch lighting his body on fire, tired muscles struggling to contract.
Shen Jiu knew very well the brat would keep harassing him, and if left to his own devices, tease him for hours...the lesser evil was to just placate him and hope he passed out afterwards. At least then Shen Jiu could rest.
Sneaking a glance from beneath his lashes, he could not lie and deny that he too, wanted to see how it would feel to be filled by that monster. It― that part of him had never felt so hungry before, so soft, so wanting, so shamefully aroused.
He took a breath and gathered his strength. Of his own initiative― how stupid he was― wiggled his hips, scooted back to reach between his thighs and spread his lips open, giving Luo Binghe a clear view of his drenched folds, so pink and wet inside. Staring back daringly at the brat, chin tilted arrogantly, Shen Jiu faked bravado, "You really think you can satisfy me?"
The shitty brat grinned at him, having won. Just for that elated expression, Shen Jiu should have him castrated. His pussy disagreed, releasing yet another gush when Shen Jiu cast his eyes on Luo Binghe's proudly erect cock.
He settled for closing his legs.
"Put on a condom," Shen Jiu ordered, "like hell I'm going to let you come inside."
Luo Binghe pouted, so Shen Jiu rubbed it in. "You don't deserve it," Shen Jiu said, bringing his fingers down to trace his slit, fingers coming back glistening.
He offered them to Luo Binghe, whose mouth opened like a starving man, before Shen Jiu brought his fingers back to his own mouth to lick them clean.
"You're right, I do taste good."
"Shen-Laoshi," Luo Binghe whined, breathless and leaning forward, licking the seam of Shen Jiu's lips like a dog trying to kiss. "I'll pull out," Luo Binghe pleaded.
Shen Jiu justified that lie with the look of derision it deserved.
"I'm clean, Shen-Laoshi." Luo Binghe murmured against his mouth, eyes flicking up and down from Shen Jiu's lips.
Shen Jiu just turned his head.
"But you let me come inside in ―" Luo Binghe stopped, realizing the potential repercussions of those words.
Changing tactics yet again, "Pregnancy is only possible two days of an entire month," he entreated, as if those words were of any comfort.
Shen Jiu just sneered at him, foot coming up to press against Luo Binghe's chest.
Luo Binghe mock-sniffled, eyes big and wide with fake-hurt, "Shen-Laoshi is so cruel to his future-husband."
Hell would freeze over before such schemes worked on Shen Jiu.
All that mattered was he put on the condom.
Shen Jiu smiled coquettishly at Luo Binghe and laid back down, wrapping his legs around Luo Binghe's hips to pull himself closer, staring daringly at him. He refused to show any weakness, now he'd agreed to go through with this ridiculous whim. Lashes at half-mast, he watched the brat rummage through a drawer, returning with the small foil square. Shen Jiu made a note to buy another box. He didn't trust Luo Binghe not to half-ass an excuse about 'the store being out of his size.'
"Does Shen-Laoshi want to do the honors?" he said, expertly peeling the wrapper, the corners of his mouth curling in amusement.
Shen Jiu sneered derisively, pointedly ignoring the rush of heat he felt in his cunt at seeing Luo Binghe wrap strong fingers around his fat cock, now clothed and dressed for the occasion. He squirmed, felt Luo Binghe's ejaculate in his ass dribble out of him. His face colored. "Stop fucking around and get to it. I don't have all day."
Holding the bottom of Shen Jiu's thigh and spreading him open once more, Luo Binghe readied himself. Anticipation and excitement glittered in his dark eyes; Shen Jiu could almost imagine him licking his chops in excitement. "Shen-Laoshi is being oddly sweet to me. I'm really happy."
"I'm insulted. I'm always sweet to you, shitty brat," Shen Jiu shot back, not one to lose with words. He lifted and eyebrow and threatened, "But if you don't appreciate it, I can treat you the way I treat everyone else."
Luo Binghe nodded at him placatingly, false-soothingly, eyes still fixated on Shen Jiu's cunt. The asshole obviously wasn't even paying attention. Shen Jiu wanted to smack him on the head. If only he had a fan to increase his reach.
Shen Jiu's hips twitched at the first touch of Luo Binghe's cock on him, rubbing against his pussy. Up, down, circling around the lips, a barely there press against his opening. It made the fine hair on Shen Jiu's arms stand on end, sweat breaking out on the back of his neck. In this position, he had a clear view of Luo Binghe's monster dick, huge and intimidating, sliding through Shen Jiu's slick juices, petting the wet curls of his pubic hair. His hands fisted the bedsheets, a nervous reaction he mentally scolded himself over.
It wouldn't do to give the bastard any openings.
If only he weren't so wet, throbbing, body craving something it definitely shouldn't want.
Shen Jiu exhaled audibly, almost a moan, Luo Binghe's cock sliding slowly up his folds, stroking him, dipping closer and closer to his slit. Each pass around his clit had him wound up tighter and tighter, another wave of slick drenching the tight channel of his cunt.
He startled at the feel of thick fingers suddenly tracing his opening, eyes snapping up to lock with Luo Binghe's. A noose tightened in his chest at the voracious hunger painted on Luo Binghe's face, broad brushstrokes of desire and near violence. Shen Jiu's lungs shrank in his ribcage, hesitation and what could only be fear making his breath quicken.
He licked his dry lips, swallowed thickly. "Hey," he began, without a chance to finish before Luo Binghe's fingers opened around his clit in passing and slid into him up to the second knuckle.
Shen Jiu made a low, choking sound, eyes snapping wide open. Words crumbling in his mouth and shifting into a small cry.
Luo Binghe's fingers were so warm, too big, the stretch uncomfortable and bordering on pain, and if he couldn't handle his fingers, Shen Jiu doubted he could take his cock.
To his great shame, Shen Jiu's sex grew hotter and wetter, pulsating around Luo Binghe's fingers.
"Shen-Laoshi feels so happy to see me," the brat dared to say, stroking Shen Jiu with his fingers and rubbing the fat head of his cock beneath the stretch. Even through the latex of the condom, his cock felt scalding. "Look how wet you are. The sheets are definitely ruined."
Up until this point, Shen Jiu had never allowed even the most cursory touch to his pussy. Hit and kicked Luo Binghe off his bed if he so much as tried to touch him there. How smug must he feel. How self-satisfied. Truly an overgrown child. Celebrating another new victory over Shen Jiu.
He breathed a tiny sound of relief when Luo Binghe's fingers pulled out, a short reprieve, Luo Binghe using Shen Jiu's slick to lubricate his cock. Intentions obvious. Shen Jiu shivered, tried to maintain eye contact and refuse to be cowed. Failed. Gaze falling down to where Luo Binghe took himself in hand and began to guide his cock in, keeping a firm hold on Shen Jiu's waist. Preventing Shen Jiu from slipping away.
Inch by inch he pressed in, opening Shen Jiu around him, sending waves of feeling throughout his entire body. Too much. Not enough. Pleasure and pain blending and blurring together. Shen Jiu keened, voice high and strained, the muscles of his stomach jumping with every push deeper inside him. His teeth bit down on his bottom lip, silencing his voice, his pride the only thing keeping him from protesting and backing down.
His nails clawed at the bedsheets, body arching up when Luo Binghe gave a shallow thrust of his hips. Only halfway in and he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. Too much, too much, and Shen Jiu too small, the sensation of taking Luo Binghe in his cunt completely different from having his ass fucked. This channel was slicker, wetter, but narrower, new to the feeling of being stretched wide on Luo Binghe's stupidly big cock.
Luo Binghe continued to press forward, feeding him more of it, squeezing down on Shen Jiu's waist possessively. The fervent desire in his eyes grew hotter, scorching Shen Jiu to the bone. His hands tore away from the shredded bedsheets to clamp down on Luo Binghe's wrist, stopping him from inserting any more of that huge dick.
He spread his legs wider to accommodate the already obscene stretch, trying to relieve some of the stress on his muscles. "Wait," Shen Jiu said shakily, humiliated by the tremble in his voice, face burning, lashes wet with unshed tears.
Again, his gaze landed between his spread thighs, to his pussy lips wrapped tightly around the fat girth of Luo Binghe's cock, still so much to go through before he was fully sheathed in Shen Jiu's body. It felt good, that was the worst part. The pain was more manageable, Shen Jiu could take pain, but what he dreaded most was losing himself to the pleasure Luo Binghe could give him. Lose sense of himself and allow the brat to take even more of himself than Luo Binghe had already robbed.
"Didn't Shen-Laoshi say I could?" Stopping, Luo Binghe abandoned Shen Jiu's waist to touch Shen Jiu's face, thumb brushing beneath his eye to catch the first fall of tears. Luo Binghe's voice was cloyingly sweet, a mockery of gentleness. "Is he going back on his word? How mean." Luo Binghe brought that tear back to his mouth, took it in, tasting Shen Jiu even in that manner.
Shen Jiu glowered at him, thighs trembling, muscles locking down tight. He chewed his bottom lip viciously. Knew if he opened his mouth, what would come out would just be used against him.
"Shen-Laoshi shouldn't tease me like this. It's too late to say no," Luo Binghe said, eyes darkening, the veil falling away to reveal the wolf hidden in sheep's clothing.
"Unless....Shen-Laoshi, are you afraid?" He laughed, a short, mocking sound that ended in a shameless grin.
"I'll stop if Shen-Laoshi says he's scared," sentence punctuated with a small thrust of his hips, threatening Shen Jiu with more of his cock.
Making a fool of him.
Shen Jiu snarled; temper goaded. He used his legs to clamp down on the small of Luo Binghe's back and used that grip to impale himself down on the last of Luo Binghe's cock.
He regretted it immediately.
The sharp, sudden stab had him seeing stars, breath punched out of him. His body seized, stomach muscles cramping. Everything was heat and pain and pleasure, the obscene sound of Luo Binghe's cock splitting him open, the wet rush of slick squirting and drenching Shen Jiu's thighs.
The victory of seeing Luo Binghe's face go slack with surprise was sadly momentarily.
He captured Shen Jiu's wrists in the shackles of one hand and stretched them above Shen Jiu's head, pressing them down on the bed. The fringe of his hair stuck to his forehead, face flushed attractively and eyes vibrant. "Shen-Laoshi was so eager to have me he couldn't wait. He even came as soon as I got my dick in him, how shameless."
He palmed Shen Jiu's cock, too wrung dry to even attempt to get hard, empty from the earlier three orgasms Luo Binghe had fucked out of him. Grinning, Luo Binghe gave his spent cock a quick, patronizing pat. Top lip curling over his teeth, Shen Jiu seared him with his glare despite the wet film of tears blurring his sight, yelping, throwing his head back when Luo Binghe began to rock into him, sparing him no time to acclimate to the penetration.
"I wonder if I can make Shen-Laoshi come more from his cunt than his ass. What does Shen-Laoshi think?" Luo Binghe said, punctuating his words with every thrust of his hips. Shen Jiu's throat made breathless, hitched little sounds, every press of Luo Binghe's cock against his virgin walls flooding him with new sensations. "Won't Shen-Laoshi teach me how to pleasure him here? Tell your future husband what you like. Where it feels best."
He rabbited in, fucking Shen Jiu hard and fast, forcing Shen Jiu to spread and accept him. The stretch was obscene, Shen Jiu's cunt throbbing and twitching like crazy, muscles fluttering and constricting. The abundance of slick made Shen Jiu's tight passage looser, his stubborn arousal making the slide of Luo Binghe's cock wetter, but there simply wasn't any easy way to take a man of Luo Binghe's size and come out unscathed. Illogically, at this time, he had the stray thought that, without the condom, Luo Binghe's precum alone would flood his channel, easing the way.
He could feel his heartbeat in his ears. Feel Luo Binghe's own in his cunt, cock pulsing and growing harder and thicker inside him. Every vein, every curve, the fat cockhead ramming into his womb, lighting his nerves on fire.
Panting harshly, cheeks wet and burning with color, Shen Jiu's heart jumped and skipped several beats when he felt fingers trace around his opening, circling the stretch of his pussy lips on the girth of the cock plugging him full. "Shen-Laoshi is so greedy. Look how well he's sucking me in. Like he doesn't want to let me go."
The fingers caressed Shen Jiu's folds, feeling how wet and swollen they were. The cock bulldozing into him kept up its brutal pace, jackhammering in and out, making Shen Jiu's eyes roll to the back of his head. His mouth went slack, drool dripping down his chin. "It feels so hot and wet inside Shen-Laoshi. Usually it's the ass that's tightest, but Shen-Laoshi is the opposite. His cunt is definitely tighter."
Shen Jiu wanted to trash against his hold, knee him in the balls, but the truth was he was paralyzed, speared on Luo Binghe's cock like a butterfly pinned for display. His body kept seizing, trying to accommodate Luo Binghe's size and swallow him deeper, desire and disgust warring inside him.
If the little shit thought Shen Jiu was going to let him do this again, Shen Jiu would change his name to Luo.
He tried to endure, breathing in raggedly, but every time he gathered some sort of poise the brat fucked in again and pushed against his cervix. Colors dotted the inside of Shen Jiu's eyelids, muscles twitching and convulsing around the cock plugging him so, so full.
Luo Binghe's fingers spread around Shen Jiu's clit, tracing lazy circles around the swollen bud. Shen Jiu cursed, tried to wiggle away. Failed. Luo Binghe's iron grip on his locked wrists keeping him pinned to the mattress. Shen Jiu wailed furiously when Luo Binghe pressed down on his clit, pinching the little nub to feel Shen Jiu clamp down on him and cry out every time he did, the action forcing Luo Binghe's cock deeper.
"Shen-Laoshi, did you know? If I do well, your body will acknowledge me," he said, rolling his hips, pumping in and out languidly, dragging the length of his cock across Shen Jiu's battered walls. Shen Jiu shuddered, writhed. Luo Binghe's dick pulled out until only the tip remained sheathed, then fucked back in again with machine precision, making Shen Jiu moan loudly. "That last hidden spot within, it'll come down, open wide and kiss my cock. It'll beg me to feed it, even if your mouth doesn't say it. 'Binghe, put a baby in me.' Your body will say it, and then I'll truly have been in all of you."
Shen Jiu was near incognizant, but he was so grateful to his past self for making Luo Binghe put on that condom. That spark of fear in him ignited by Luo Binghe's words, marginally abated.
Luo Binghe slowed his thrusts down to a gentle, torturous rocking, fingers working Shen Jiu's clit until Shen Jiu's spine curved off the bed with his climax, drenching Luo Binghe's fingers and cock in his juices. He kept it up for a long while, hips picking up then slowing down, slipping Shen Jiu a finger or two alongside his cock, reaching down to tease Shen Jiu's second hole, sloppy and wet from Luo Binghe's seed. Shen Jiu trashed and screamed himself hoarse, legs seizing. When his cock began to show interest, Luo Binghe switched his attention to the budding erection, circling the length with skilled fingers and ripping another shuddering orgasm from him. Wrecking him from the inside out, until Shen Jiu was barely clinging to his consciousness, lost to the wretched pleasure of Luo Binghe's perverted passion.
Fucked stupid, all his knives and barbs stripped away, leaving him a sodden, sloppy mess mewling on Luo Binghe's cock, Shen Jiu was blind to Luo Binghe's machinations. Eyes squeezed shut, lashes fanning red cheeks, he didn't see him draw back, caught on the feeling of having his oversensitive clit toyed with.
"Binghe," Shen Jiu sobbed.
Luo Binghe smiled, slipping off the condom before pressing back against Shen Jiu's swollen pussy lips and feeding him raw cock. He fucked in furiously, making Shen Jiu shriek, cry out his name desperately. Releasing the hold on his wrists, he cupped Shen Jiu's ass, lifting him, seating him on his lap. Made the penetration deeper, bumping against Shen Jiu's cervix and grinding there. He could feel Shen Jiu's womb descending, pressing the flat of his hand against Shen Jiu's lower abdomen and feeling his muscles cramp. Feel the outline of his cock stretching the thin skin of Shen Jiu's belly, applying pressure and making Shen Jiu shudder uncontrollably.
Thumb a blur on Shen Jiu's clit, he forced another orgasm out of him, groaning at the tight clamp of Shen Jiu's muscles on his cock, lips curving into a satisfied smile when he felt Shen Jiu go loose and soft against him. Unconscious.
Luo Binghe laid him back down on the bed, kissing the center of his forehead and brushing sweaty locks off his face. He licked the seam of his closed eyes, gathered his tears and swallowed them like candy. He could feel his own orgasm creeping in, balls tightening, the muscles of his thighs tensing.
Hauling Shen Jiu's legs up and pushing them against his chest, Luo Binghe thrust once, twice, moaned his release, kept his cock sheathed inside, feeling Shen Jiu's cunt spasm around him and milk every drop from him. Enjoying the moment, he drew out slowly, watched the dribble of come spill out around his cock, leaving Shen Jiu's ruined cunt swollen and gaping. Dipping his fingers in the mess, he splayed them inside, felt the wide stretch he fucked open.
Collecting his seed, he fed it back inside, stuffing Shen Jiu full.
Lazily swirling his fingers in the loose cunt, watching Shen Jiu's sleep-softened face for any reaction, Luo Binghe wondered what else he could get away with it.
The night was long.
Shen Jiu was meticulous by nature. He was a light sleeper, easily awoken by a multitude of things, except when he and Luo Binghe slept together. He always slept like the dead after sex with the brat, exhausted beyond comprehension, awaking to new pains and aches, for the most part feeling like he'd had a satisfying work out.
Luo Binghe's favorite way to sleep was plastered to Shen Jiu's back. Body draped atop him like a blanket seeking to drown Shen Jiu in an oppressive heat. Morning wood pressed to Shen Jiu's ass, hoping to rut against Shen Jiu in his sleep like an unfixed puppy.
The bastard was always begging to be let in, for a kiss, for morning sex. Shen Jiu never indulged him. He didn't know why the brat hadn't given up.
It wasn't that Shen Jiu didn't wake up aroused, or that Luo Binghe's hungry scent didn't trigger an answering hunger inside him, but that he found it infuriating that the dog thought persistence was all that was required for Shen Jiu to let down his guard. There were only two methods to get something from Shen Jiu: by force or have it given freely. He wasn't so weak as to bend to begging.
Body tingling pleasantly all over, skin still sensitive to touch, nerves aflame with pleasure. It was as if Luo Binghe was still rocking smoothly inside, gently rubbing against that final gate within him.
This morning was much of the same of their regular routine. Luo Binghe plastered to his back. One insolent hand fondling Shen Jiu's chest, occasionally squeezing on reflex, other hand normally between Shen Jiu's legs, cupping his dick. Today that second hand was rested on Shen Jiu's lower abdomen, hand pressing against the outline of Luo Binghe's dick protruding from his stomach. Hard dick nestled inside Shen Jiu's cunt, filling him pleasantly ―.
That part wasn't right.
Shen Jiu shifted, checking.
The shitbag really fell asleep with his dick still inside Shen Jiu!
Thrashing out of Luo Binghe's hold, elbowing the bastard on the way, Shen Jiu moaned at the sensation of Luo Binghe's monster dick pulling at his walls, still slick from last night.
The pleasurable glide had him instinctively rocking back for a moment before regaining control of his body. Moving more carefully to prevent himself from being swept away with the feeling, Shen Jiu slowly eased himself off of Luo Binghe's cock.
He'd almost escaped when Luo Binghe released a low whine.
Wrapping his arms around Shen Jiu's waist, Luo Binghe reflexively thrust back in while still asleep. Moaning, Shen Jiu clawed at Luo Binghe's arm, hard enough that he was certain the brat would be left with bloody trails, but the bastard was still asleep. The piece of shit had the nerve to grind his dick inside, rubbing circles at that spot inside Shen Jiu that left sparks behind his eyes.
Oh, how many tricks did the stupid mutt know in his sleep? Withdrawing partway before plunging back inside, sinking deep into Shen Jiu's hot, wet cavern. Prodding constantly at Shen Jiu's most sensitive spots, leaving him trembling in the cage of Luo Binghe's embrace, helpless to escape.
Last night was the first time Luo Binghe had been allowed in Shen Jiu's cunt, how did the brat know exactly where to poke and linger? Small, tight, accurate rotations kneading Shen Jiu on the inside, every roll of Luo Binghe's hips making him gush.
He wanted to weep, impaled on Luo Binghe's monster dick, trapped in the confines of his arms, entirely at the mercy of the sleeping barbarian.
Luo Binghe would pay!
Feebly struggling against Luo Binghe's hold, quickly losing strength as soon as the stupidly big dick shifted inside, somehow, impossibly burrowing deeper every time Shen Jiu tried to ease himself off.
Sheathing himself back in using just one arm to shove Shen Jiu down on his cock, Luo Binghe's other hand came up to tweak a pebbled nipple. Shen Jiu bit his lip to prevent his answering groan of arousal from leaking out.
Luo Binghe's stupid, clever, sleep addled hand slipped down between Shen Jiu's thighs, nimbly sweeping around his cock to play with his clit, nudging Shen Jiu's lower lips apart with questing fingers. Luo Binghe's touch was light and steady, tapping and massaging just enough to bring Shen Jiu to that brink.
Luo Binghe played with his body at three points, one hand at his chest pinching and squeezing, another between his legs rubbing Shen Jiu's clit with clever fingers, enormous cock inside Shen Jiu's cunt just gently rocking in and out. Shen Jiu's lower abdomen cramped; whole body ready to tip over to the other side.
Luo Binghe's hot breath at his ear did it.
Crying out, "Binghe!" he gave a full body shudder and collapsed, Luo Binghe still hard and angry inside. The fucker didn't do anything and yet Shen Jiu could feel that burst of warmth that signified Luo Binghe too had released inside of him.
Vaguely remembering Luo Binghe's words, Shen Jiu was struck with the sudden fear that his uterus was descending to greet Luo Binghe's cock, that his whore of a cervix was opening wide to greedily suck in Luo Binghe's seed. Rather than hate it, he felt a disgusting thrill in his gut. A child with his brains, his looks, Luo Binghe's brawns and Luo Binghe's lineage, would be a terror. No one could ever look down on him again. He could climb above everyone in his own right. Looks, money, intelligence, and now peerage. Who would dare insult him?
He let Luo Binghe hold him for a while longer as he recovered. Luo Binghe too, was finally softening, but patience was never Shen Jiu's forte. Reaching between his legs, he intended to grab Luo Binghe's balls and twist them.
Before he could ―
"Shen-Laoshi?" a sleep laden voice asked, tone feigning virtue.
The shitty brat knew exactly what he'd done!
"Animal!" he snarled, hitting Luo Binghe, pushing him off. Moaning at the tug of Luo Binghe down below.
"Oh no, Shen-Laoshi. I fell asleep inside you…" the lying liar lied; voice full of surprised innocence.
Shen Jiu wanted to pummel the brat black and blue.
Luo Binghe for once was merciful and gently eased Shen Jiu off his cock.
As the head popped out, a loud squelch caused Shen Jiu to blush, face coloring with shame.
Cum and slick gushed down the inside of his legs.
It was true, what he feared. How dare the stinking brat come inside him!
"Oh no, Shen-Laoshi. The condom broke…" The little thing wasn't even trying anymore, blatantly lying to Shen Jiu's face.
The lack of trying alone made Shen Jiu more furious than the act itself.
"The condom broke?! What a joke! The condoms never had problems before!" He gave Luo Binghe a solid smack on the head. "If you dare say that again, I'm afraid I won't be able to trust condoms anymore. And you can just go mope with your own hand."
Luo Binghe released him with a pout. Finally freed, he kicked at Luo Binghe.
The bastard audaciously caught his ankle, pulling Shen Jiu's legs wide, eyes shamelessly focused on the channel he plundered last night.
He was originally furious, but ―. It didn't make Shen Jiu feel awful to watch the bob of Luo Binghe's Adam's apple as he stared, the audible swallow.
But it was just too much when the brat started pleading again, "Shen-Laoshi, please."
This time, Shen Jiu made sure he kicked the kid in the face.
"Get me the proper meds if you ever want between my legs again." He tossed a pillow at Luo Binghe.
The brat retreated like a sniveling kicked puppy.
"...and pick up condoms," he added, only slightly irked by the spring in the brat's step.
Just watch, if Luo Binghe disobeyed, he'd lock his bedroom door tonight. Or go to his brother's house, that'd teach the bastard.
Finally, safe from further attentions, Shen Jiu's body demanded another hour of sleep.
He awoke to the smell of egg tarts and a head between his legs.
"Shen-Laoshi, please."