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He Yu was in a hotel room in the middle of a stifling city in Southeast Asia, on one of those days when the air seemed to have a relentless weight. The country, known for its humid heat and strong sun, was in the middle of the afternoon, with sidewalks reflecting light like blades and roofs vibrating with the intensity of the heat. Even with the hotel's air conditioning at maximum, the environment seemed only bearable, as if the cold were just a thin shell trying to resist the hotness simmering behind the walls.
All the meetings the younger man had with the affiliated company had been in offices. At first, He Yu's intention was to wear formal attire, but it was almost impossible to wear a closed suit with layers and a tie. Even the people who lived there were not willing to wear extremely formal clothes, at most wearing a dress shirt. He Yu remembered when he left there, the tips of his hair were wet, the sweat soaked his back, a sensation he had never experienced before.
Even when he was still on Mandela Island, the warm temperature was no match for the humid and stifling air of this country. Now in his hotel room, where no one could see him, he was sitting on the edge of the bed in front of the air conditioner. He Yu was wearing only a light orange sports short that slightly clung to his sweat-dampened skin, and this small short had a bulge due to the boy's fat limp cock, which barely fit in that piece of clothing.
He Yu's fair skin glowed under the ceiling light, still tinged red in the most exposed areas from the day before. His shoulders, cheeks, and nose seemed slightly sunburned in a ruddy color, and slowly he remembered the times when Xie Qingcheng had warned him to apply his sunscreen well and reapply it every two hours, advising like a doctor or rather like a mother. Now He Yu regretted not following the instructions to the letter, as his shoulders burned and he felt the tip of his nose was about to peel.
The young man had already come out of the bathroom; he had smeared his shoulders and nose with a post-sun cream that brought a cold relief to his sweaty body. With his hair tied back with a headband, his defined body seemed to carry the heat like a contained fever, and even under the cold jet from the air conditioner or the cold cream, he felt his shoulders throb and his body melting more and more.
He Yu was sure he wanted to leave there as soon as possible, so he thought again about Xie Qingcheng, who would be waiting for him at home. This thought made him bite his red lips, moistening them with his tongue just at the thought of Xie ge waiting like a wife waits for her husband; the idea slightly excited him.
In an effort to push this thought away, because he refused to masturbate in that unbearable heat, he went to the minibar in his luxury room and took out a popsicle that was inside. Before opening the package, he unconsciously pressed the cold package against his cheek as if it would bring some relief.
"Damn..." he whispered softly, then finally opened it. The popsicle had a strong coconut flavor, but it wasn't unpleasant; quite the contrary. He Yu bit into it with his teeth, rubbing his canine against the cold part, letting a layer of the popsicle fill his mouth.
This one had started to drip between his fingers due to the heat of the room, leaving small drops on the wooden floor. He licked it slowly, more for the relief of the coolness than for pleasure. The sweet and cold taste seemed the only living and tolerable thing in that stifling late afternoon.
In front of him, now that he had sat at the room's desk, was his notebook, and around it were some notes and crumpled papers, a nearly empty water bottle, and two bags of local snacks that he hadn't yet dared to try. He Yu was a spoiled young man, but since he and Xie Qingcheng had practically gotten married, he had started to venture into trying new things, even though he was very picky about food.
With his body thrown against the swivel chair, he stretched his back and melted into the seat, his skin making a slight friction sound against the warm leather of the seat, gradually sticking to the sweat on his skin.
Biting another piece of his popsicle, he eagerly started to turn on the notebook. It was time, something he had been eagerly waiting for all day.
He had arranged this video call days earlier, even before the trip. He and Xie Qingcheng always did this when they were apart, a way to keep their connection alive despite their busy schedules. This only brought back memories of when they communicated solely through video calls for a time. Now he felt not just the heat, but an unusual longing that made his chest ache.
His fingers quickly moved to the webcam, which he turned on. He called Xie Qingcheng, who should be in the evening in Huzhou, a time when he knew the older man wouldn't be busy.
The image flickered for a moment before stabilizing. His reflection appeared in the corner of the screen:
He Yu's hair was slightly disheveled with damp tips as if he had just stepped out of a shower. Part of his fringe was stuck to his forehead by sweat, as was the nape of his neck. His cheeks and nose were flushed, slightly greasy from the ointment. His almond-shaped eyes, though tired, had damask irises that sparkled with excitement. The vapor from the popsicle still escaped with moisture from his soft lips. He ran a hand over his forehead and tried to fix his hair without success, thinking that perhaps he should at least tidy up his appearance a bit. At the same time, he wanted to wait and see when Xie Qingcheng would answer.
The call window began to load, and with it came a slight tension in his chest. The kind of expectation that only exists when you love someone deeply. The response was not long in coming. Xie Qingcheng, who seemed almost as if he had been waiting for this, answered without further delay.
He Yu leaned closer to the screen, the blue glow reflecting off his warm skin. As Xie Qingcheng's image began to appear, his heart beat faster, almost as if, in that stifling moment, everything had finally gotten a little air.
"Xie ge..."
Xie Qingcheng was sitting with impeccable posture at his desk in the mansion where they lived, surrounded by medical books that He Yu knew so well. Reports were nearby, and there was an almost untouched mug of tea with a Zootopia bunny print. He wore an elegant white dress shirt, buttoned up to the wrists, as he always did, even at home. The buttons were aligned, and the fabric seemed as starched as his own composure. His black hair was perfectly combed back, revealing his firm and striking face, with well-defined cheekbones and a penetrating gaze that usually made time stand still for He Yu. He had such an attractive masculine face that the very heat of the room now seemed to emanate from He Yu's body, and sweat was trickling down his abdomen.
Xie Qingcheng's eyes, usually as cold as layers of ice, in the shape of peach blossoms, were melted with longing for He Yu. There was a vulnerable tenderness, fully exposed, as if all the coldness of his appearance had given way to the heat of absence.
He Yu felt his heart tighten, as if it had been pulled back to the surface after being submerged for days. That image made him feel an even greater urgency to return home. The popsicle in his hands had begun to melt into more and more drops, forgetting he was even eating it. He placed the popsicle on top of the plastic, setting it aside on the table, to lean in closer, almost as if he could touch Xie Qingcheng.
"You have sunburned skin," Xie Qingcheng said with a tone that mixed reproach and concern, his eyes sliding over the webcam image. "Are you taking care of yourself properly? I warned you it was a hot place."
He Yu licked the rest of the popsicle off his fingers and smiled crookedly, a little embarrassed. His white fingers went to his soft mouth, wiping away the remnants that left his hand sticky.
"I didn't think it would be so strong, but now I'm taking care of myself." His voice was softly hoarse, a mix of his growing desire and the heat that seemed to make him feverish.
Xie Qingcheng narrowed his eyes slightly as he noticed every part of the one he missed so much. He Yu wasn't wearing a shirt at all; on the webcam, it even seemed like he was naked, and this made the older man's chest feel his heartbeat accelerating. His gaze was captured by He Yu, for in the expression of his beloved Xie Ge, there was a clear doubt.
He Yu pushed the swivel chair back a little, making the image reveal his entire body: bare chest still marked by the sun, the lines of his well-defined abdomen where drops of sweat trickled in the shape of rice grains, and the slightly wrinkled orange shorts, hanging on his hips. Below He Yu's navel followed a trail of hair that was prevented from being fully seen by the shorts, but this sporty fabric clearly marked the thick volume of the younger man's cock. It was almost pathetic how big He Yu was; the marked fabric made the veins and head of the dick very apparent.
Xie Qingcheng followed with his gaze descending from the red chest to the sweaty abdomen; the peach blossom eyes focused on the trail of paradise and stopped at those indecent shorts. The tips of his fingers pressed firmly against the corners of the chair he was in, until the pressure turned them white.
"I'm not naked, Xie ge. I'm almost wearing nothing, actually. It's like hell here..." He fanned himself with one of his hands near his face, then raised both arms, placing them lazily behind his neck. His armpits were exposed, showing some unkempt hair that had not been trimmed.
He Yu had a very youthful appearance; he raised one of his legs to rest on the table, allowing Xie Qingcheng to see every contour of his attractive body, which he sought to strengthen in the gym.
"You would wear a shirt buttoned up to the wrists in this heat, Xie ge? I think you would look cute blushed by the heat here."
Xie Qingcheng averted his gaze from the indecent shorts, then, without responding to He Yu's comment, he showed what the boy couldn't see on camera, pulling a wine bottle that was leaning against the floor. He moved, showing that he had drunk almost all of it between his pianist's fingers, which, when holding the bottle, made them even more attractive, and slowly he spoke in a drawn-out voice:
"I've been drinking a little, I was thinking about you before you called..."
The two had arranged this call, but it seemed that both Xie Qingcheng and He Yu couldn't get each other out of their minds, like a newlywed couple who knew the pleasures of skin touch, carnal desire, and urgency. He Yu, seeing the wine bottle, felt his own heart skip a few beats, and as he approached the notebook camera again, he could see that Xie Qingcheng's face on the cheeks and ears was softly reddened by the alcohol.
He Yu's eyes seemed to shine more with the contrast of longing and now had a carmine hue bathed in lust, and an almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips when he asked:
"Did you miss me?"
On the other end, Xie Qingcheng didn't respond immediately. The silence hung for a while, and then He Yu heard the sound of the drink being placed sideways so that Xie Qingcheng could approach the camera.
Xie Qingcheng's image swayed slightly before stabilizing again, and then, as if he knew exactly what he was doing, almost as if he were telling a secret, he leaned forward. The screen now showed only the lower part of his face: the elegant jaw, the chin, and the lips…
Soft lips, a soft pink hue, as if the very light of the screen had been created just to illuminate them. They were beautiful and seemed somewhat moist from the wine, and his breathing could be heard, low, deep, laden with lust. He remained like that, silent for a second, a silence that made time vibrate, before whispering with a velvety and intimate voice than any touch:
"I missed you so much..." His voice slid like silk over the call connection.
He Yu froze. The air conditioner still hummed in the background, but now it seemed useless. Sweat slowly trickled down the curve of his spine, and he barely noticed. His body heated from the inside out as if he had swallowed the sun itself. His skin burned, yes, but no longer from the tropical climate. Now it was an internal fire, boiling beneath the epidermis, fueled by a hunger accumulated over days and nights without the touch of the man he desperately wanted to fuck.
He Yu's mind, like that of any writer, began to wander far, far away... Thinking if Xie Qingcheng were there with him, they would have sex in that heat city. His beloved Xie Ge's skin would be covered in a layer of sweat, dripping and trickling, making the scent of his body even stronger. He Yu would love to slide his fingers over that wet skin, to feel how Xie Qingcheng's hole seemed even hotter in the climate that made him feverish. Wet, sweaty, and warm, a perfect receptacle to be fucked hard, so that the two of them would have sex until the scent of that room became unbearably strong and foul.
On the screen, Xie Qingcheng leaned back in his chair, allowing his full image to come back into view. The slight redness on his face increased where he himself was excited from the moment the call began. Watching He Yu's body drenched in sweat, the large penis so marked in those shorts made him feel an even greater warm in his body, sharing the same sensations as He Yu. Xie Qingcheng's belly tingled with desire, the erection between his legs was already beginning to throb painfully under the formal pants.
His movements were now slower but more intimate, as if each gesture was calculated to seduce He Yu.
"I... prepared something for you, He Yu." Xie Qingcheng, crossing one leg over the other with careless elegance, his eyelids slightly heavy, his eyes shining. His chair was further away, showing his body, just as He Yu had done at the beginning of the call.
Then he smiled, a smile that always drove the younger man crazy. A smile that was more memory than gesture, more temptation than affection. Xie Qingcheng was not a man who smiled frequently, although he smiled more happily around He Yu. However, on that erotic face, the way he sketched an expression was provocative.
He Yu didn't even blink at Xie Qingcheng. The image of his husband there, on the other side of the screen, seemed unreal. He was already hypnotized, his eyes scanning every line of the white dress shirt, now with the collar slightly loose and one button already undone, as if that single gesture had released a hidden tension in the air.
Xie Qingcheng ran his fingers over his own neck, slowly, moving his hand up to the second button... and opened it with the same gentleness with the tips of his long fingers. The curve of the collarbone appeared, and the contrast between his pale skin and the white fabric seemed almost vulgar.
"I missed you so much...", he repeated, his voice low, almost as if he were talking to himself. It was an erotic whisper, hoarse, making He Yu's scalp tingle. "I missed your voice... the way you look at me as if nothing else exists..."
Xie Qingcheng was looser in saying such words, his long lashes swayed as he blinked, and his fingers continued to unbutton, now the third button being undone.
"...your scent stuck to me when we have sex... your warm skin... your weight on me..."
He Yu swallowed hard, his eyes fixed, his fingers gripping the arms of the chair tightly, feeling his hand ache. The screen, the distance, the heat, everything had disappeared. Only that voice, that man, that presence on the other end of the line existed.
And the hotness? Now it was no obstacle. It was a necessity. Desire burning like lava beneath the skin. He Yu was completely on fire. His cock pulsed so much inside the shorts, enlarging the fabric with its large size.
Xie Qingcheng's pupils were dilated from the alcohol and desire. He wasn't usually the one to engage in dirty talk, but the alcohol and longing had made him looser. Even though he felt strange every time the phrases left his mouth, it didn't stop him from continuing.
His long, firm fingers descended calmly, unbuttoning more and more... until the white fabric gently fell away, revealing the unexpected. Beneath the starched dress shirt, he wore red lace lingerie.
It was vulgar, lewd, and something he knew He Yu would like. The delicate lace piece, tight against his chest, with thin straps that disappeared under the collar and a delicacy opposite the firmness of the man behind it. The red color, vivid like blood, stood out against Xie Qingcheng's pale skin, making every line of his body seem even more defined, even more made to be desired.
He removed the fabric that fell with a hollow sound to the floor, showing his slightly thin but defined body in the reddish lingerie.
He Yu's breathing became heavy immediately, he opened his mouth as if searching for air. His parted lips began to make a low sound of gasps, the arousal made his head ache with that vision that made his pupils dilate.
"Xie Qingcheng." He Yu said with a thick voice, almost in a growl, approaching the camera. He wanted to devour that man alive… How dare Xie Qingcheng provoke him like this? He Yu's dick was already jumping out of the shorts, stretching the fabric with its large size.
Xie Qingcheng, still in the chair, raised his eyes to the webcam and, for a moment, there was still that provocative smile on his lips. His fingers slid over the lingerie's bra, fingering where his nipples should be, which couldn't be fully seen yet, but the volume showed that the nipples were already rigid.
"I thought you would like it... Do you like what you see, He Yu?" He said with his low, drawn-out voice. He Yu was in ruins. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest, and the image before him was absurd, beautiful, erotic. Xie Qingcheng, with that red lingerie beneath the armor of a serious man, was everything he wanted most and everything that tortured him the most.
He threw his head back, groaning softly as he placed a hand on his wet face, rubbing his cheeks and pressing his fingers into his temples.
"Fuck, fuck! You're going to kill me."
The younger man panted again, his chest rising and falling slowly under the heat that burned in his cock. The trembling hand that wasn't rubbing his sweaty face still gripped the arm of the chair when he finally forced himself to stand up. The orange shorts showed they were stretched by the huge erection, making He Yu's rebellious pubic hairs even more visible. He crossed the room toward the bed, where his cell phone was thrown on the messy sheets. The camera captured all of this since He Yu's bed was positioned in front of the notebook.
Xie Qingcheng narrowed his eyes from the other side of the screen, the red lace framing his chest, the warm air of the drink still gilding his voice.
"He Yu... what are you doing?" The question came loaded with suspicion, somewhat confused when He Yu stood up with a loud, almost desperate sound to search for his own cell phone.
He Yu was already typing swiftly, still breathless, his eyes glued to the cell phone screen as he approached the notebook again. Xie Qingcheng looked at the volume of his boy's cock, then up to see He Yu's pale face completely red from the forehead to the neck.
"Buying a ticket." He replied without hesitation, now staring at the webcam as if there were no other logical option. He Yu's eyes were vivid red with madness, while his hand trembled as he held his own phone.
"To go back home. Today! Now!"
There was a pause on the other end.
Xie Qingcheng's peach blossom eyes hardened for a second, and the clinical gaze he used when he needed to be firm returned.
"No." He said sternly, giving an order to that spoiled dog. He Yu froze, his thumb suspended in the air, about to buy the ticket. Money didn't matter to him as long as he could see Xie Qingcheng... nothing around him mattered. He felt the need to touch his gege, he wanted to slide his hands over his body with devotion, bite between his pearly white teeth until he tasted the sweet blood, and rub his cock over all his holes.
"What?" Confusion took over his face, and his almond-shaped eyes clearly showed that he was hurt. "But you just said you missed me... and..."
"And it's true." Xie Qingcheng interrupted, with a firm and unquestionable voice. He wouldn't let He Yu win with the puppy dog look that fell from the change, because even drunk and needy, he knew the younger one had tasks and obligations to fulfill. Once again, Xie Qingcheng acted like a reasonable mother.
"But you have obligations there. You didn't travel for leisure. You can't drop everything just because of a whim... even if that whim is me."
That answer fell like cold water on He Yu's still boiling skin. But before he could protest, Xie Qingcheng softened his tone, his icy eyes melting again, full of desire and some control over his loved boy.
"So sit down. Take off those ridiculous shorts... and enjoy the show." He said, with a dominating calm that made He Yu's stomach churn in anticipation.
For a second, He Yu just looked at him, his eyes fixed, his lips slightly parted, letting out the air. Then, slowly, he let the cell phone fall onto the bed and obeyed as if he were hypnotized, and perhaps he really was. He bit his own mouth, the taste of blood slowly metallic seemed to make him even more awake, giving him the feeling that he was alive, that all of this was more real than ever, and soon the thoughts became chaotic, wondering what else awaited him on that special night...
He Yu obviously wanted to go home, but he knew that if he simply bought a ticket and went, it was very likely that Xie Qingcheng would refuse to let him touch him for giving in to one of his whims. Fuck this damn obligation!! He just wanted to fuck his husband so much.
Xie Qingcheng waited for the other to sit down, then watched He Yu's fingers slide down the side of the orange shorts, pushing them down until the piece fell to his feet. The cold air from the air conditioner hit his bare skin, but it was no use, the heat was elsewhere now. The thick cock jumped out, completely wet with sweat and pre-cum. Drops of pre-cum dripped around the length that had green veins pulsating, the pink glans was almost out, showing its grotesque size that Xie Qingcheng was already so used to take it in his asshole.
He Yu was sitting down in the chair, like a domesticated puppy, with his big eyes fixed on the screen, completely surrendered. The cock pointed upwards, rubbing against his abdomen, passing his navel, while dripping with arousal.
On the other side of the camera, Xie Qingcheng recomposed himself, waiting patiently even though his own excitement hurt and bothered him so much. He adjusted the position of the webcam with trembling fingers, moving it just enough to reveal the rest of his body in the same position he was in to take off the dress shirt. The long legs, showing the black dress pants, and then he stood up a little just to start undoing the button.
The sound of the button opening seemed to make He Yu's heart skip a beat, his eyes perfectly capturing the bare, thin waist, and a little of the red fabric that awaited him coming out from the side of the black pants. The slender fingers descended to the belt, and the snap of the metal being released was almost inaudible, but to He Yu, who watched with fixed eyes and an immobile body as if the world around him had disappeared, it was a deafening sound. The buckle fell with a slight jingle, and the buttons that had already been removed along with the zipper showed a bit of the lace underneath.
With deliberate slowness, Xie Qingcheng leaned his body forward, and without haste, his hips moved just enough for the pants to begin to slide down. The dark fabric of the dress pants separated from his waist gently, lightly brushing against the lace of the lingerie, and then began to descend down the white thighs that still had marks of He Yu's kisses and bites. The touch of the cloth was almost reverent, outlining the firm lines of his muscles.The thighs rubbed against each other, slightly wet and this sight made He Yu's cock throb more, splashing precum across his abdomen.
Every centimeter that descended was a clear provocation of Xie Qingcheng, revealing more of the skin and the vulgar red panties.
The fabric slid slowly down the smooth thighs, then over the well-aligned knees, and then over the calves. The contrast of the fine lace against his pale skin, the perfect fall of the piece molding his hips and thighs, and how the set matched the bra he was wearing... Xie Qingcheng's dick, like He Yu's in the orange shorts, could barely be held by the lace panties, it was so hard that the pink head of his cock escaped from the panties.
Xie Qingcheng raised his eyes to the camera, his face partially hidden by the shadow of his slightly disheveled hair, and his composure gradually giving way to something more instinctive. His breathing was calm, but his eyes betrayed the warm that grew within.
"Do you like the view?" He murmured, his voice low, like a whisper that traveled through the internet wires to burn in He Yu's ear.
Xie Qingcheng's words echoed in his mind like a muffled thunder, but his eyes couldn't look away from the screen, fixed on that surreal and provocative image. The urge to buy the ticket again hit him, and he bit even harder on the inside of his lips, feeling thick blood trickling down his tongue to his throat. His Adam's apple rose and fell, the younger man's body already drenched in sweat. He groped his own thick cock, beginning to move his hand around the tip.
"Xie Qingcheng..." he whispered, almost voiceless, his eyes vibrating with excitement. He Yu's thumb began to drag against the hole in the head of his cock where precum was spurting out, a wave of lust hitting his body. "Do you realize what you've done to me now?"
Touching his own cock, showed Xie Qingcheng how painfully hard he was. He moved his penis from side to side, the peach blossom eyes following that huge cock which even on camera didn't do justice to the size it was in person.
"How am I supposed to sleep alone after this? How am I supposed to endure another week here knowing that... that this is waiting for me at home?"
His voice had growled in desperation, and Xie Qingcheng could only feel his own skin tingling. His desire was also great, and it was clear that he wanted He Yu with him, that he would return as soon as possible, and the idea of waiting was also unbearable, but still, he knew it was necessary.
"Just a little longer, He Yu."
He Yu leaned back slightly in the chair, but the movement was not one of rest, and his almond-shaped eyes, red like carmine blood, were shining in pure dominance. The more he masturbated in front of that sensual image of Xie Qingcheng, the wilder and more bestial he felt. The hand closed tighter around the thick cock, and he began to move it up and down slowly. The beast in his heart, that dragon that was far from his gold cave, became even more tyrannical and desperate.
He adjusted his posture, his broad shoulders outlining an imposing silhouette even under the dim light of the hotel room. His voice, when it finally broke the silence, came out deeper, firmer than before. A command was given to his beloved, which again made Xie Qingcheng's body tingle from head to toe.
"Xie Qingcheng... turn around for me. I want to see that gorgeous ass of yours."
The words cut through the air with the authority that only He Yu could convey when he deeply desired something, exactly as he did in bed. Xie Qingcheng blinked, making his long lashes flutter, his body still half-lit by the soft glow of the lamp behind the camera.
"I want to see everything, Xie ge. I want to see how your wet hole is desperate for my cock."
On the other side of the screen, Xie Qingcheng let out an almost inaudible sigh, and a discreet blush rose from his neck to touch his ears, becoming so vivid that he could be compared to a tomato. He knew exactly what that tone of dominance meant, and he knew how much He Yu was on the edge and how much he himself liked to be taken there. However, Xie Qingcheng's trials had not stopped that night.
"So look well, He Yu," he murmured, his voice drawn out, warm like silk against the skin. With grace, he began to turn, his movements slow. Xie Qingcheng was not someone who took orders from brats, but he now acted not as someone who obeyed willingly, but with the intention of gifting his good boy.
Xie Qingcheng's back became visible as he moved his body, one of his knees pressing into the chair he had been sitting on. His curves were sensual, there were some freckles scattered across his back, which He Yu loved to lick and bite.
The younger man's eyes followed those masculine curves until they came across the butt that practically swallowed the lace panties between the plump cheeks. Xie Qingcheng didn't stop there; as if the alcohol gave him less shame, he leaned over his chair, raising his butt.
His back arched in a perfect curve, and one of his hands went to his white butt cheek, pulling the bands apart. The lace panties were a red thread that was in the middle of Xie Qingcheng's ass, showing the pink and wrinkled hole. It was as if it was covering that wet place, but at the same time, it didn't cover it, leaving the fabric practically stuck between that little ass that received a lot of his husband's cock.
When Xie Qingcheng opened his butt more for He Yu on the camera, the asshole practically pulled the lace fabric, opening and closing, winking with the need to be fucked. The edges of the ass were pink, they were wet, and around them were some freckles that could be seen even by the laptop camera.
Xie Qingcheng's pale finger descended to the edge of his lubricated ass, massaging it still with the panties in the middle, and with a hoarse voice, he said:
"Is this what you wanted?”
He Yu's breath hitched as he watched Xie Qingcheng's fingers trace the edge of the lace, teasing the sensitive skin. The sight was intoxicating, and He Yu felt a surge of possessiveness, a need to claim what was his. His hand moved faster on his own cock, the pleasure building with each stroke.
"Yeah, that's what I wanted," He Yu growled, his voice thick with desire. "I want to see you touch yourself, Xie ge... I want to see you prepare that tight hole for me."
Xie Qingcheng's fingers trembled slightly as he continued to play around the edges of his ass. He Yu couldn't see his face, but he bit his own lips, feeling strange and slightly humiliated as he opened his ass in this way. It was something he had never imagined himself doing, but now he was showing his ass in red lingerie to a boy thirteen years younger than him. Fortunately, the alcohol didn't make him think seriously about it, only giving him more courage to show how his ass easily took the index finger that slid inside.
The walls of Xie Qingcheng's tight ass were red, wet, and inviting, making a soft "plop" sound each time they dilated, seeking to squeeze the length of that huge cock. He Yu's eyes were glued to the screen, his own hand moving from slow to aggressive. The way the skin of his cock was practically dragged made him let out low moans, and Xie Qingcheng also moaned as he inserted his finger into the walls of his hot ass.
"Hmm... He Yu... I want your cock inside me so much."
He Yu began to imagine what it would be like with Xie Qingcheng's words, which seemed to create a scenario in his head. It was almost as if he could feel the intense heat of Xie Qingcheng's body around his own cock, and the thought provoked a surge of pleasure that made him arch his waist forward.
"More..." The younger boy begged Xie Qingcheng as if he needed that dirty talk, which the other rarely did. He wanted to hear Xie Qingcheng beg; he wanted to know how much he desired him.
Xie Qingcheng rested his forehead, now slightly damp with sweat, on the chair in front of him, while his index and middle fingers were completely inside his well-lubricated anus, stretching before He Yu. The red panties had their thong placed to the side, making it clearer how the older man's anus took those fingers, sucking at their edges. Xie Qingcheng's balls in that inclined position were also more visible, the head of his neglected penis was already dripping silver threads of pre-cum that dripped down his thighs to the floor, making the panties even more soaked.
His breath came in short gasps as if he shared the same heat from where He Yu was, for his body was boiling. He Yu, who watched attentively, could see the tension in Xie ge's shoulders, the way his waist curved with each penetration of the fingers, the way the muscles of his ass contracted with the effort, wanting to be filled. The young man made an expression of pure pleasure, a surrender to the sensations that Xie Qingcheng caused him, and the masturbation on his cock became more frenetic. The wet sound echoed in "flap flap" as he moved his fingers to the base, feeling his cock ache from the force he put in, which only instigated more pleasure.
"Ahhmnn... He Yu... my... ahh... my hole misses your cock so much.”
Xie Qingcheng's voice was a low, sensual murmur as he continued to open up, his fingers moving in and out of his tight hole until two became three, making a wet, slick sound. He could feel He Yu's eyes on him, the younger man's gaze like a physical touch, and it spurred him on, made him want to give He Yu everything he desired. Meanwhile, He Yu was burning with lust, sweat dripping from his chin, but it didn't stop him from masturbating in front of such an erotic sight.
"Ahh... I can't wait to feel you inside me," Xie Qingcheng was becoming bolder with his words, as if not showing his flushed face gave him more courage to beg for He Yu's cock. The fingers that were stretching the edges of his well-trained hole slowly pulled out, revealing the widened hole dripping with thick lubrication, splashing out. Xie Qingcheng spread his hole with his fingers, leaving He Yu staring at the pulsating walls longing for him.
"I want to feel your cock filling me, stretching me... Mnn... ahh! I want to feel you so deep inside me that I can't... ahh... remember anything but your thick cock."
He Yu's breath hitched at Xie Qingcheng's words, his own hand moving faster on his cock, groaning hoarsely and growling like a dog in heat. He could almost feel the intense warmth of Xie Qingcheng around him, the way his body contracted and writhed as he penetrated him... these memories were so vivid they made him sick, driving the dragon within him even wilder.
The way Xie Qingcheng spoke softly, each dirty word made the younger man's eyes tear up with desire, mixing with drool, sweat, and tears dripping from his red face. His breathing was heavy and loud. The muscles tensed in useless tension, and he didn't know if he wanted to advance, stand up, scream, or simply collapse in that chair and accept that he was completely at the mercy of that man.
A whirlwind of emotions consumed him: longing, lust, love, frustration. It was impossible to separate one from the other. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to touch him. He wanted to fuck him until Xie Qingcheng couldn't remember his own name or only remembered his cock as he himself had said.
"I want that too. Ahhh... Xie ge... I want to fuck you so hard you can't walk straight for days..."
He Yu wanted to lock him in a room and fuck that ass until the open hole was bubbling with his cum, making such shameful sounds that Xie Qingcheng would turn red with humiliation. He would fuck him until the older man's tongue lolled out like an animal, his body drenched in cum from his face, armpits, abdomen, and ass. He would be claimed as He Yu's to be used as he pleased, impregnated with He Yu's thick, dense cum even though Xie Qingcheng was a man.
Xie Qingcheng's fingers trembled as he pressed his fingers back in, the three fingers stretching even further, showing how his ass was with the folds being pulled, pressing around. He could feel the burn, the delicious pain of being filled, and he knew it was nothing compared to the sensation of He Yu's cock inside him.
"Ahh... ahh... I'm yours... Ahh... He Yu..." Xie Qingcheng whispered between moans, his soft voice calling for He Yu. The very pleasure this brought him made Xie Qingcheng feel his mouth start to drool saliva as he parted his rosy lips with each moan that made his throat hoarser and drier.
As Xie Qingcheng's fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements, He Yu's eyes were fixed on the screen, his own pleasure increasing with each second. But as much as he enjoyed the view, he found himself wishing to see the other's expression. The movements on his cock began to slow down, feeling that if he continued so frantically, he wouldn't last much longer.
"Xie ge... I want to see your face. I want to see your eyes while you touch yourself, while you think of me..."
Xie Qingcheng's movements faltered for a moment, a touch of shyness crossing his face. The only barrier of courage he had left was not having to look He Yu in the eyes while touching himself like this, while opening his ass like a slut. Now, the younger one wanted more. He wanted more and more from Xie Qingcheng to the point of making the older man's heart flutter, and the fingers playing with his wet hole began to slip out, showing how lubricated they were to the point of dripping.
The hesitation was noticed by He Yu, who knew Xie Qingcheng well, who was always reluctant to lose his composure as the dominant one.
"Please... Xie ge..." the voice sounded like a plea, almost as if Xie Qingcheng could see those red, teary almond-shaped eyes begging manipulatively. With a low sigh, Xie Qingcheng gave in to He Yu's desires once more.
Slowly, he turned, his movements graceful and fluid as he leaned back in the chair and now began to spread his legs wide open. The panties he was wearing were finally cast aside, leaving only the bra that painfully rubbed against his nipples, becoming uncomfortable.
Xie Qingcheng's balls were exposed, as well as his perineum and the slightly open hole. The older man's penis was upwards, hard and pulsating as it had not yet been touched since all the attention was on his ass. With his legs spread, the hole that winked at He Yu was even more attractive, but nothing compared to Xie Qingcheng's face.
The red face, the eyes moist with tears of pleasure, and the mouth wet with saliva every time he parted his soft lips to moan.
He Yu held his breath as he contemplated Xie Qingcheng, his lover, his partner, his everything. He could see the love and desire in Xie Qingcheng's eyes, and it made his heart swell with emotion, tearing him apart. The slow movements on his cock became a little faster again, the wet sound echoing on the webcam.
Xie Qingcheng's fingers trembled slightly as he stretched them out, his touch soft and tender as he began to caress himself in the same spot. He could feel He Yu's eyes on him, the younger man's gaze like a physical touch, and it spurred him on, made him want to give He Yu everything he desired, even if he felt embarrassed.
The touches were much shyer, he almost refused to look directly at the camera as if the words he had spoken wandered through his mind like a hammer. And this hammered him in a painful way, and as He Yu noticed Xie Qingcheng's difficulty in letting go, an idea struck the younger man's mind.
He wanted to experience everything with Xie Qingcheng, to push the boundaries of pleasure and intimacy, but he also believed it would help him let go.
"Xie ge... you're so tense..."
Xie Qingcheng looked up, lifting his fingers from his own hole to look at the sweaty boy on the camera. He Yu was in an even worse mess, his body so wet it made the older man feel sorry for his good boy.
The eyes gleamed with a mischievous tone as he leaned closer to the screen, his voice dropping to a low tone trying to persuade Xie Qingcheng with the idea that lingered in his dirty mind.
"I have an idea to help you let go... I read on the internet that if you pour some wine into your ass, it will help you get drunk faster, and then you might feel more comfortable touching yourself..."
Xie Qingcheng stopped caressing his wrinkled hole, and the fingers that were playing with his ass simply slid to his thighs as if refusing for a second to believe what he had heard. The peach blossom eyes that had their pupils dilated widened in disbelief. He looked at He Yu through the screen, a mix of shock and amusement playing on his features.
"He Yu, I'm not going to do that. You must be joking..." he said firmly, shaking his head in denial, the very idea of such an act bringing him nausea and his stomach tying in a knot. "That's just... ridiculous."
But He Yu was not deterred. He leaned back in the chair, a smile playing on his lips. The hand that touched his hard penis continued to go up and down, he was like an excited animal eager to see all the filthy parts of Xie Qingcheng.
"Come on, Xie ge... Where's your sense of adventure? Please, do it for me. I'm so far from you and look at my state."
He was talking about his own wet and pathetic state, and in a way, it was true. He Yu had been teased by Xie Qingcheng on an almost forty-degree afternoon, his hair was practically all wet with sweat and his body as hot as the weather in that place. Xie Qingcheng really felt sorry for him, and He Yu's next words sounded sweet and persuasive.
"It's just a little wine... It will help you relax and enjoy more... And who knows? You might even like it."
Xie Qingcheng hesitated, his fingers still hovering over his skin, tapping and beating the tips against his thighs. He could see the excitement in He Yu's eyes, the way his lover was practically vibrating with anticipation along with his sweaty and excited state. And, as much as he wanted to deny it, he couldn't help but feel a shiver of curiosity at the thought of trying something new... perhaps it was the alcohol already in his system that made him give in, but the truth was he always gave in to He Yu's desires, who was increasingly spoiled by the older man.
Something his own sister had already told him, but Xie Qingcheng was easily bent by the puppy-like almond-shaped eyes He Yu made.
With a sigh, he picked up the wine bottle that had been abandoned on the table and the remaining liquid wasn't much. He fumbled with the greenish glass and his fingers trembling slightly as he poured a small amount into his hand.
The purplish liquid, almost red like blood, soaked Xie Qingcheng's pale jade-like hands until it dripped down his thighs. The wine trickled between his fingers, staining the fair skin with ruby tones as if he were dyeing himself with temptation. The drops traced lazy paths down the wet thighs, sliding down the curve and getting lost in the chair he was sitting on.
With his fingers half wet, he could feel He Yu's eyes on him, the younger man's gaze so intense that his whole body tingled, and he waited eagerly, even stopping masturbating to watch Xie Qingcheng's next steps. With just his wet fingers, the older man slid along the edges of his hole, feeling the spot begin to throb as it was stimulated by the alcohol, merely moistening that lower mouth.
The sensation already brought him a certain nausea, and he had to take a deep breath, finally bringing the tip of the glass bottle to his hole. Xie Qingcheng was not going to shove it completely into his ass, as it was a dangerous thing to do and he didn't want to end up in the emergency room for the desires of a rich, spoiled boy.
With the bottle's tip pressing into his open hole, Xie Qingcheng forced his abdomen so that his ass would open wider to receive the liquid, feeling the walls of his anus tense and open. The beginning of the bottle entered a little bit inside and he began to pour the wine into his ass, the cold liquid starting to fill the walls of his ass, that cold liquid that burned him from within.
The liquid filled him as if it were cum, but extremely liquid and hot, bringing a burning sensation. Going deep, almost like the time He Yu urinated inside his ass, and he could feel the carmine wine inside his hole, brushing against his walls and prostate, making him roll his eyes and moan loudly.
"Ahhh... ahh... Nnn..."
The bottle was pulled away, getting lost on the floor of the room with a loud thud. The glass rolled across the floor, leaving the liquid to spread across the carpet of the office, and it was nothing compared to the mess Xie Qingcheng's ass had become, dripping wine, the strange and unknown sensation, but also strangely exciting, made Xie Qingcheng feel his own head clouded.
He knew what He Yu meant when he said wine would relax him, for it was true. The anus was a place that easily absorbed substances, and it was no coincidence that hospitals placed some medications through that channel. Now, when the alcohol came into contact with his warm, wet, spongy walls, it didn't take long for the effect to be extremely strong, leaving his skin feverish and his face even redder than He Yu's own, who was burned by the heat of the hot room.
He Yu, who had been watching with a gaze, had finally broken into madness. Every gesture of Xie Qingcheng, every drop of that wine dripping from the tight hole, made him further from himself. It was as if his mind was being erased bit by bit, replaced only by instinct. Raw desire. Hot. Almost violent in its strength.
With his jaw clenched and his chest rising and falling unevenly, as if fighting against that vision required more breath than a battle. He was no longer the smart, rational young man but a desire in its purest state, a wild dragon that growled when he saw the liquid drip. He Yu's cock squirted more liquid, and he began to move with brute force around the skin of his hard cock.
As Xie Qingcheng tried to get used to the slight burning sensation, along with the heat spreading through his body as the alcohol began to have an immediate effect. He could feel himself relaxing, his inhibitions melting as the wine made his mind spin. He began to touch himself again, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles as he explored his body.
Xie Qingcheng's ass began to drip drops of the carmine liquid, making a cascade of liquids create a puddle beneath his ass. And the drops came out of the edges that opened, making a sound so wet and vulgar that it made He Yu roll his eyes with pleasure at such a vision.
And now he deeply regretted having asked Xie Qingcheng for this, because the desire it brought him was painful. He wanted to cross that screen, tear apart the distance and hold that man in his arms and never let him escape again. If He Yu were there, he would drink that wine directly from Xie Qingcheng's ass, slide his red tongue around that cute ass, and his tongue would slide from the freckles that were there until they were shoved inside. The taste of wine that Xie Qingcheng's hole would have made him sick with lust, and He Yu knew he would suck that edge and shove his tongue so deep it would make Xie Qingcheng cum just from being licked.
"Ahh... nnn... He Yu..."
As the minutes passed, the burning sensation began to intensify, the alcohol seeping into his skin and causing a sharp, throbbing pain. Xie Qingcheng gasped, his fingers faltering as he tried to endure the discomfort. He could feel the wine dripping from him, the liquid pooling in the chair beneath him as he struggled to maintain his composure, which was slowly broken by pleasure.
"Xie ge, are you okay?" He Yu asked softly, his voice trying to remain controlled even though it was so hoarse it couldn't be recognized, only Xie Qingcheng knew this side of He Yu so carnal and animal. Even though the boy had already lost his reason, he still cared if Xie Qingcheng might be feeling unwell.
Xie Qingcheng nodded, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to endure the pain and pleasure. "I'm fine," he managed to say, drunk, and lifting his flushed face, feeling a layer of sweat leaving his skin moist, almost as if there were oil around his exposed body.
He Yu's eyes were glued to the screen, his own pleasure increasing as he watched Xie Qingcheng. He could feel the orgasm approaching, and he knew he couldn't hold on for much longer. The two touched themselves in a joint rhythm, now that Xie Qingcheng's fingers were thrusting without ceremony into his wine-moistened hole.
"He Yu... ahhh... I want every... inch of your cock inside me... I want you to cum inside... Ahh..."
He Yu, with a last and desperate movement, came as he heard Xie Qingcheng begging to be fucked, his cum spreading over his hand and the jet was extremely dense, making the white drops of cum reach so far that they dripped on his face and chest. The younger one was a dirty mess of sweat, his penis pulsed as he moaned loudly Xie Qingcheng's name.
"Ahhh... Xie Qingcheng... ahh..."
He bit his own mouth, his hot body relaxed against the leather chair that was wet and uncomfortable. He gasped for air through his parted lips, raising his clean hand to wipe the cum and sweat dripping from his long eyelashes.
As he caught his breath, he looked back at the screen, at the flushed face and trembling body of Xie Qingcheng, who didn't take long to reach his own orgasm.
Xie Qingcheng's eyes met He Yu's even through the screen, and the fingers continued to penetrate his needy, alcohol-dormant hole, the movements of the three fingers were now fast with lust. He could feel the pleasure growing, the heat building in his belly and spreading through his limbs. His breath was short and panting, his eyes never leaving He Yu's.
"Ahh... huhh... I'm close..." whispered Xie Qingcheng, and He Yu savored every second, memorizing every piece and part of his gege's body. Xie Qingcheng's body arched, his back curving as pleasure overtook him. He could feel the heat spreading through his body, the pleasure radiating from his core. His fingers moved faster, his breath panting as he sought release.
And then, with a cry of pleasure, he came, his body shuddering with the force of the orgasm.
"Ahh... ahh... hmm... He Yu!"
The expression Xie Qingcheng made was one of the most erotic things of the night, with his flushed face, parted lips with his tongue out, and his eyes rolling back with pleasure, leaving tears to stain his cheeks. A face so masculine showing such a broken and humiliated expression made He Yu's skin tingle, feeling his own cock was already starting to get hard again.
"I'll be home soon," He Yu promised, still completely fascinated with Xie Qingcheng's body that fell into the chair from exhaustion. "And when I get there, I'll make love to you all night, Xie ge. I'll show you how much I missed you."
Xie Qingcheng, who closed his eyes after the orgasm, felt his body tremble as his head spun from the alcohol that hit him too fast. His hole now still had some drops dripping out due to the wine, along with his own lubrication, and his fingers were wrinkled from being shoved into that moist place so much. Xie Qingcheng's penis twitched after dripping cum on his abdomen, and he adjusted himself in the chair, approaching the camera with his flushed cheeks.
"I'll be waiting, He Yu…”