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Finally the elevator arrived, Ming-Han entered and clicked his apartment level button, a sigh of relief escaped his lips once the door closed.
Day after the day and it's all getting more and more exhausting. His colleagues don't help him, always playing stupid pranks on him when he's trying to work. The worst is when they do it while he's taking care of cases. Sometimes he wonders how they didn't get fired yet, but that police station is so small they probably don't even know how to do it.
“Maybe if I scold one of them.” He mumbled to himself while leaving the elevator. “No, they would probably laugh at my face. What if I punch someone?” He took off his key and picked on the door handle. “No, I would probably be demoted to a traffic cop.” He flinched just from the thought of wearing that stupid uniform.
“Forget it.” He sighed and put the key in the door lock, turning it to the left once he felt it twitch, he then opened and entered his apartment, his head aimed for the coat hanger where he placed his coat—obviously.
“Hubby, I'm home.” He shouted before turning around, but as soon as he saw that he stopped on his tracks. “What the fuck…”
Lying on the couch, Mao-Mao was face down & ass up, arching his back to it's fullest—almost snapping it if he wasn't a ghost. Ming-Han had to admit, it was an interesting sight, Mao-Mao’s ass was round and juicy, he even thought about slapping it so he could feel it juggle on his hand, but he controlled himself, even scolding himself for just thinking about that.
With a cough he brought Mao-Mao's attention to him. “What's the meaning of…” he gestured to his body. “this!?”
“Well…” Mao-Mao turned his head to look at Ming-Han. “I thought that: since I sucked your cock the other day, you could do the same for me!” He smiled and arched his back a bit more.
“Oh, so you thought for once? That's new.”
“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes. “Now go on, I'm tired of waiting for you so much.”
“And what if I said no?” Ming-Han crossed his arms over his chest, twitching his head.
“Well, I could possess you and then I could invite someone to eat our ass.” He then took his index finger to his chin and tapped it. “Actually I think that would be more fun.”
Ming-Han's eyes went wide and his face went pale. He knew Mao-Mao was playing, but he also knew the ghost could very well do it. “Okay! Okay! Relax.”
Without thinking much he got on his knees right behind Mao-Mao, his hands went to grab Mao’s cheeks that were tangible for now. He spread them, opening a view to his pink hole. “God…” Ming-Han murmured, it winked, he felt like it was calling him to the action, begging to be worshiped by him.
Without thinking twice he buried his face on Mao's ass, he spread Mao's ass even more so he could move his mouth more freely.
First he gave it a deep and lovely kiss, full of passion and a fire not even he knew he had. His breath was chaotic, he would only remember he needed air when he was almost fainting by lack of it. But he didn't stop there, he introduced his tongue right after.
The feeling was odd, a great odd, his hot tongue moved widely inside Mao-Mao, going from circular movements to straight up just tongue-thrusting him. There wasn't really anything he could rely onto, Mao-Mao wasn't hot nor wet from inside, but he was tight, though, and that motivated Ming-Han to be kinkier.
He took off his tongue from Mao-Mao's insides—which brought a cartoonish irritated humph from the same—sucking on his tongue, Ming-Han started to produce more saliva, which he used to lube Mao-Mao, spreading it from inside and out.
From Mao-Mao's point of view, he was breathless by Ming’s actions, blushing even. “What…” he lowered his head, trying to form energy to even speak. “What are you thinking you're doing?”
Without responding, Ming-Han introduced one finger inside Mao's, moving it back and forth like it's a cock, but without taking it off.
While keeping the first one inside, Ming-Han intrigued the second finger, now the middle one. This time though, he felt Mao-Mao's hole wink to swallow his fingers deeper, going to the base of them. “Someone's greedy, huh?” A hearty laugh escaped his lips.
Mao-Mao’s response was a permissive moan.
Feeling the small moan of trust, Ming-Han went back to use his mouth, but this time on another part of Mao's body. He placed his tongue in-between Mao's cheeks, slowly moving it down, running through his balls, going over his dick, and finishing on the head, where he closed his lips around, finger-fucking Mao's hole while sucking on his hanging cock.
If you asked the past Wu Ming-Han if he would ever suck a guy's cock he would probably punch you in the face, but the present Ming-Han: he would still punch you in the face, but this time for being a weirdo that asks freak shit like this. But anyway, Ming-Han moved his head up and down, trying to mimick Mao-Mao's techniques from last time, but of course, he isn't as clean as him, but it still feels good.
Mao-Mao moaned even louder when he felt Ming-Han sweet lips around his cock, his instincts took over and he starts to fuck Ming's mouth. The living’s lips were sweet and soft, while his mouth was welcoming and full of warm saliva. His mouth even followed Mao's movement when he retracted to pound his throat. But even as he was having his mouth fucked by Mao-Mao, Ming-Han kept on fingering him, pressing on that good spot—Mao’s prostate—that makes him see stars.
But he soon stopped, the reason: he felt Mao-Mao’s cock start to throb, he knew what was coming. “Ming-Han… I think I'll…” He stopped, licking his lips and slowly pulling out his dick.
Quickly removing his fingers from Mao-Mao's ass, Ming-Han wrapped his arms around the ghost's waist and pulled him closer, burying his cock even deeper on his mouth. This is a situation he never thought he would experience in a million years, but actually, it isn't that bad, maybe marriage is really the key for happiness.
“Ming-Han!” He screamed in ecstasy, rolling his eyes as he muscles went numb, his whole body weight falling over Ming-Han whose mouth was now full of ghosty semen.
He swallowed it little by little, savoring the salty flavour. Once he was finished, he gently took Mao's cock off his mouth, but licked the cum remains from his ghost cock.
“Happy now?” Ming-Han smiled at Mao-Mao, slapping his
tired cock at his tongue.
“Very much.” Mao-Mao giggled, pushing Ming-Han's head down on his cock.