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"Xie Yu.. Stop moving." He Zhao muttered through gritted teeth, his hands firmly gripping onto Xie Yu's hips. The latter rocked teasingly back and forth, slyly pressing down into He Zhao's lap, bracing his hands against his desk.
"Moving? What movement are you feeling? Do your work, He Zhao." The culprit spoke, unbothered, grinding down onto He Zhao as he spoke. The hands on his hips tightened and He Zhao sighed. "Little friend.. you said you wanted to cuddle while I worked, and yet all you're doing is teasing me so cruelly.."
Xie Yu only pressed his ass back onto He Zhao in response, "My boyfriend hasn't worked at all, what do you mean?" True to his word, He Zhao's incomplete mock paper sat abandoned infront of him, black gel pen uncapped beside it. Xie Yu rocked slowly, his plush thighs lay on top of He Zhao's, the soft fat wide under his weight. He Zhao's fingers itched to pinch them.
He didn't say anything else as he bit his lip in frustration, his erection firm against Xie Yu's ass. Xie Yu leaned back and turned his face to nuzzle against one of his ears, grinding back into his partner. "Do your work, Ge." His lips brushed against his ear, and He Zhao's knuckles turned white with how firmly he gripped onto Xie Yu's hips.
"You.." He sighed slowly as he raised a hand to pick up his pen. As soon as he began writing, Xie Yu mercilessly ground his ass back onto his erection, sighing into his ear. His eyelids dropped, half-lidded.
"Fuck." He Zhao gripped tightly onto the pen, trying to focus on the laughable paper infront of him instead of the incessant grinding going on in his lap. His handwriting grew more illegible than normal.
His name was jotted down, and then another half dozen lines written before Xie Yu called out softly, "Ge.."
He Zhao's hand stilled. His patience was wearing thin. He subconsciously moved his right hand, dragging from Xie Yu's hips to his pale thighs. His little friend was only wearing shorts and a thin t-shirt. How could poor He Zhao focus when his boyfriend was dressed so lightly in front of him?
Work, my ass. How can I like this..
He gave the soft skin of his thigh a harsh pinch before his hand grabbed the bottom of the shirt, pulling it upwards.
Xie Yu whined softly into his ear, pressing his face into the crook of his neck. One hand came up from the desk to clutch onto his shoulder as he shifted closer to him, his ass sitting heavy on top of He Zhao's clothed dick.
"Little friend.. you're very cruel today. What's gotten into you?" He Zhao groaned, trying his hardest to not snap the pen in his hand with such a teasing ass on him. He gradually raised the shirt more and more. The little sighs coming from Xie Yu were driving him insane.
His hand went to press onto Xie Yu's stomach, stoking the skin with his thumb.
"Why don't you help me do my work?" He said lowly, and when he felt Xie Yu shiver at the touch of his palm, he felt himself smile.
"How can I? We both know this is easy for you." Xie Yu spoke confidently, exhaling and continuing his rocking back slowly in He Zhao's lap.
He stared at the hand splayed on his stomach, and took a deep breath. It had been a while since he'd taken the initiative, but now that he was here, he felt the need to maintain the control he had.
"Ge.. what's making you struggle so much? Is something distracting you?"
Recently, He Zhao had encouraged Xie Yu to eat more, claiming he had to have his fill and that he was too light. Now looking back, He Zhao wished he hadn't said as much. Xie Yu had put on weight in the most teasing places, his thighs had grown thicker, and his ass plump and larger than it had been prior.
What's distracting me? What else could be other than this fat ass you're carrying, little friend.. He thought.
The fingers spread out on Xie Yu's stomach twitched, and the pen in his grasp was dropped carelessly.
"Xie Yu, I'm really warning you now, stop moving."
"Or else what?"
He Zhao felt his composure snap. His eyes narrowed dangerously, "Or else, I'll rip off your clothes, tie you up and do whatever I want to you. Do you think that's better?"
The sudden threat made Xie Yu still for a moment, and then the corner of his pretty lips quirk. "A star student like you shouldn't speak with such vulgarity.. Zhao-ge."
A low growl escaped He Zhao's throat. His hand reached for the waistband Xie Yu's shorts, slipping inside to push them down. He heard Xie Yu gasp, ignoring his protests, lifting his hips up to remove his shorts completely.
He felt his breath catch in his throat as he dropped his boyfriend back into his lap. Xie Yu yelped and scrambled to hold onto the edge of the desk, panting hard as he glared at him.
"Fuck, Xie Yu. You asked for this." He Zhao lowered his head to kiss him quickly. He could hear the quick intake of air from his partner, about to repremand him, but ignored it, instead diving into his boyfriend's waiting mouth. Their tongues collided, and He Zhao's hips thrust up into Xie Yu's bare ass.
"Ge.. Ge, what are you- a-ah.." Xie Yu's confident air was slowly dissipating, his desperation showing more and more gradually. He pulled back, looking flushed, and was breathing heavily, preparing to complain some more.
"Shut up." He said roughly. Xie Yu's eyes widened, shaking slightly. He felt a hand creep under his shirt, pinching at one of his nipples.
He bit back a groan, trying to maintain his position in control, however to no effect. His hand moved from to grip onto He Zhao's arm, not moving from their position as he pulled away from He Zhao's face.
"He Zhao, please-" Xie Yu's whines only edged He Zhao on further. Xie Yu pushed his chest further into his boyfriend's hand, his back forming a beautiful arch in He Zhao's lap.
"A-ah.. Hngh-" Xie Yu rolled his hips back and tightened his grip around He Zhao's wrist. He could feel He Zhao's lips kissing the nape of his neck. His ass was flush against his dick. Fingers pinched harder at his chest, and this time he couldn't hold back a whine.
"H-He Zhao, hurry up, will you? I'll die before you put it in at this rate." He hissed. He let out another cry when He Zhao suddenly bit into his shoulder, gripping harshly into his under thigh. He looked back to see He Zhao staring up at him, cock growing steadily harder between them.
Such a brat.
He leaned back slightly, letting go of Xie Yu's thigh. "Get up." He said roughly. Xie Yu looked back at him, confused. "You heard me, get up, Xie Yu."
Xie Yu blinked, then slowly and silently complied, pulling himself out of his boyfriend's lap. Bracing his palms against the edge of the desk, he looked back coyly.
He Zhao stood up off his desk chair and reached out to grab Xie Yu's hips, pulling them back roughly until his hard on was pressed against his ass. Xie Yu's legs began to quiver, "H-Hold on, you can't just put it in straight away." He gasped.
"Little friend, if you want my fingers, you could just say so." He Zhao chuckled. Xie Yu exhaled shakingly.
"Come on, ask me nicely." He slid his hand up and grabbed onto one of Xie Yu's nipples, squeezing roughly.
He felt Xie Yu shudder, "Y-You can't do that, don't-" His words were cut short as He Zhao shoved two fingers into his open mouth.
"Ask me nicely, little Yu. I'll prepare you sweetly if you do." He Zhao spoke kindly, but the way he pressed his fingers into Xie Yu's mouth was anything but. He pressed down on his tongue, playing with it, before languidly thrusting them in and out.
"P-Please, Ge, treat me kindly. Prepare me, please.." Xie Yu choked out. He Zhao's grip on his hip began to hurt, and the fingers in his mouth were wet with saliva.
Finally, He Zhao slid his fingers out from Xie Yu's mouth, and kissed his nape.
"Don't worry, your Ge will open you up well."
The first finger slipped in easily, down to the last knuckle. Xie Yu's head dropped, moaning quietly. His grip tightened painfully on the desk as he fought back a whine. He bit his lip harshly, using all his strength to keep quiet.
"My Xie Yu is so good, you take it so well.." He Zhao praised, pressing a second finger against Xie Yu's tight hole. It only took a few minutes for Xie Yu to lose any hope of keeping quiet, and he began sobbing softly into the desk, fully bent over, his back arching.
"T-That's enough, put it in. He Zhao, if you're a man, you'll put it in."
He Zhao scoffed and paused the movement of his wrist, "Little Yu, do you really think you can fit all of me inside of you after only two fingers? You're so small, I'm afraid I'll tear you." He kisses the base of Xie Yu's neck sweetly, smiling as he does so.
With that, He Zhao slides in a third finger and spreads them, stretching Xie Yu's tight walls. His little friend sobbed tearfully in response, the graceful arch of his back deepening.
"Ge.. Gege, please.. I can take it, I-I promise. Please, a-ah.." Xie Yu's walls clenched tightly around He Zhao's fingers, which had stretched and bullied them open and soft. The fingers only thrusted in rougher and quicker, a fourth one added alongside them.
A certain spot was harshly pressed against, and Xie Yu's eyes rolled back, gasping, his hands clawing at the desk. His walls clenched erratically, squeezing He Zhao's fingers tightly.
The fingers stopped moving and pulled away, and He Zhao bent over Xie Yu with a smirk, "Little friend, did you just.." The hand on Xie Yu's hip moved to push his shirt up, then to his stomach, and came back sticky with pearl white.
Xie Yu remained quiet, breathing heavily. His thighs and shoulders quivered. "Let's.. Let's stop, He Zhao.." The man in question rather took in the sight in front of him quite smugly, and pulled at the bullied rim of Xie Yu's hole with his thumb. A glimpse of tender, pink walls could be seen. Xie Yu let out a shaky breath.
"But little Yu, didn't you say 'If you are a man, you'll put it in'? Didn't little Yu also say he could take it?" He gently ran his hand over where Xie Yu's ass and thigh met, "Is my little friend afraid?"
Xie Yu nodded his head, his eyes teary. "Don't worry, Ge is here."
Suddenly something thick and hot is pressed into Xie Yu's walls, stretching them wide apart. Xie Yu's mouth falls open with a gasp and his eyes become dazed. He Zhao placed a hand at his lower back, pressing down gently to encourage its bow-like arch.
"That's it, little Yu takes it so well. Look at you." He Zhao slowly sinks into Xie Yu's warmth, savouring the tightness and uncontrollable spasms of his walls. Xie Yu only pants heavily, whining softly the deeper he goes. "Wait.. slower.. Please, Ge.." Even at this slow pace, and with less than half of He Zhao's length inside, Xie Yu's thighs shake, his position forcing him to bend over on his tiptoes. He Zhao's hand has moved from his back to his lower stomach, lifting Xie Yu's waist higher and applying pressure to where he is penetrated. Xie Yu's feet barely touch the floor.
"Slower? Little friend, I haven't even entered yet." He Zhao chuckles, shallowly thrusting in, gradually further penetrating Xie Yu. His length presses onto that spot, and Xie Yu's eyes roll back again, mouth unable to hold back his gasps.
"Gege.. a-ah.. Please.. I-I can't.." Finally, He Zhao's entire length is pressed snugly inside of Xie Yu, his pelvis pressed flush against his ass. Xie Yu's toes twitch at the thickness of it. His stomach feels full, and his eyes begin to brim with tears. "Zhao-ge, p-please, I'm scared.."
He Zhao pulls back and thrusts back in at a languid but firm pace. The bulge of his cock inside of Xie Yu presses against the palm on his stomach, and he smirks. "Don't cry, Xie Yu, fuck, you're doing so well." He Zhao groans, watching the place where the two are connected, and rubs the taut rim of Xie Yu's hole with his thumb. "Little Yu is stretched so wide around me. Fuck, does it hurt, baby?"
Xie Yu can only nod frantically, mouth fallen open uselessly, and his vision blurred. "T-Too thick, Gege.. Gentle, be gentle- Haah.." Xie Yu pleads between moans and pants, walls clenching tightly around He Zhao's cock. "Gege.."
He Zhao bends down to kiss the tip of his ear before sucking bruises into the side of his neck, "Don't worry, little Yu. You're being so good. You like it, don't you?" Xie Yu nods quickly again, eyes fluttering closed, the spot inside him being hit mercilessly. He could feel He Zhao's cock drag against his walls with every movement.
He Zhao straightens again and pinches Xie Yu's ass, feeling his walls quiver. "My little friend is so cute.. How much do you like Ge being inside you, ah?" He reaches to grab Xie Yu's jaw, and lifts his head up, pulling his mouth open. Little hurried pants fall from his lips, and his eyelashes flutter. He Zhao's thrusts become quicker and deeper.
"A-ah.. I like it.. Ge, haah.. Ge is so big- Zhao-ge, I can't-" Xie Yu claws at the hand at his jaw, his well-kept nails leaving red welts on He Zhao's skin. "I'm- a-ah, Gege, please-".
It only takes a few more thrusts for He Zhao's hand and desk to be covered in white. Xie Yu cries at the stimulation of his length still slamming in and out of him, his legs becoming numb.
"Hah, little Yu, are you tired already?" Xie Yu nods. He Zhao holds his covered hand up to Xie Yu's mouth, "Hm. Be good, clean your mess."
It takes a moment for a soft, shy tongue to lick at He Zhao's hand. Xie Yu holds tightly onto his forearm for support, being rocked forward with each thrust. He whines softly, licking at the pearly liquid from He Zhao's hand, dazed and eyes half-lidded. He Zhao can't help but press down on his lolling tongue, getting a choked moan in response.
He Zhao pulls his hand away to grip onto Xie Yu's hips, his pace unforgiving. The desk beneath them creaks. By now, Xie Yu is laying exhausted against the desk, breathing heavily and whining He Zhao's name. The question paper is long forgotten, scattered on the floor. Xie Yu cries softly, occasionally choking on his tears and moans.
"Xie Yu, don't cry. Ge is here." Xie Yu is too tired to respond. Instead his knees give in, and he relies completely on He Zhao's tight grip on his hips to keep him up. His walls have been stretched wide, having little resistance to He Zhao's cock thrusting in and out. He Zhao again rubs at the rim of his hole, and this time he pushes it inside along with his cock, stretching Xie Yu further. Xie Yu's eyes widen at the sudden intrusion. his legs kick in a panic, grazing He Zhao's calves.
"N-No..! He Zhao-"
"Ah? What should you be calling me?"
Xie Yu sobs against the desk, the thumb inside him pulls teasingly, stretching his hole painfully. He Zhao chuckles when he reaches an arm back to claw at it.
"Fuck- Ge.. please- take it out.." He Zhao mutters a praise into the side of his neck, and presses a soft kiss behind his ear. He removes his thumb after one last tug at Xie Yu's hole, increasing the pace of his thrusts.
"Let Ge fill you up. I'll help you clean up, okay? Be good and take it all." He Zhao bites onto Xie Yu's shoulder, eliciting a choked gasp. His pace becomes messy and erratic. Xie Yu's ass has turned a warm pink from the harsh smacking against his pelvis.
It isn't long before He Zhao is releasing inside Xie Yu's tender hole. His stomach feels full with come, with He Zhao's cock plugging him up. He Zhao continues to thrust shallowly, kissing the edges of the bite mark he has left behind.
"Hurts.. Ge.." He Zhao sucks and licks at the teeth indentations on his shoulder, listening to Xie Yu whine in pain. He smiles smugly, "It's okay, little friend. Don't waste any of it, ah? Keep it all inside you." He Zhao squeezes his hip, slowly pulling out of Xie Yu's hole. His rim is red and swollen, sensitive to the drag of He Zhao's cock. The moment he has pulled out, come leaks steadily from his loose hole, and runs thickly down his inner thigh. He Zhao watches in amusement as Xie Yu gasps and whimpers, trying to clench his hole shut, but only ends up forcing more come out. He Zhao pets the side of his ass comfortingly, watching silently.
"Ge- I'm sorry- it's too much.." Xie Yu's hole gapes, unable to close on its own, allowing He Zhao's thick come to leak out profusely. He Zhao bites his lip at the sight. He moves to catch some with two fingers before pushing them back into Xie Yu's ass, slowly dragging them in and out again. Xie Yu sobs and shakes his head, moaning tiredly.
"It's okay, little friend. I'll just give you more."