Wei Dong rarely took several days off work. His co-workers joked with him, “Not playing with fate for overtime? Have you made enough money?”[1]

Wei Dong laughed. “Yes. When I come back to work if you need a shift cover, come find me.”

When he got home, Qin Youyou had just taken the last dish out of the pot.

“Ge,” he held up the spatula and happily gazed at him. “I’ve just finished. Go wash your hands and come eat.”

“Okay.” Wei Dong looked at the feast laid out on the table. There were several bottles of beer—it looked like Qin Youyou was in a good mood and preparing to celebrate. He laughed and turned to the bathroom to wash up.

The drama on the TV was quite spirited. The two people ate and drank and chatted, looking at the TV every now and again. Qin Youyou felt these days were really very cozy.

Since being together with Wei Dong, the word he used the most was “lifetime”. He rested his cheek on his hand and ran his hand over the glass. “Ge, I really want to live like this for a lifetime, together with you.”

Wei Dong glanced at him. His eyes were already flushed red.

This kid’s tolerance for alcohol is hopeless—just a little bit and it’s obvious. His eyes are watering and dazed, and unable to hide a thing.

Wei Dong drank up the last of his bottle and reached out to massage his head. “Good.”

Qin Youyou was happy. His face broke into a smile.

They finished their meal slowly. Wei Dong got up to clear the table and Qin Youyou stood up to help him. Because he’d had too much to drink, he stumbled into the table.

Wei Dong quickly held him up and pushed him back on to the couch. “You just sit here. In future when you’re working, don’t go out and drink. Your alcohol tolerance is terrible.”

Qin Youyou rubbed his leg and smiled. “I won’t go drinking with other people. I only drink with you, Ge.”

Wei Dong smiled at him as he was clearing up. “You’ll go work in future, and make friends with your coworkers. Are you telling me you won’t go with them to meet up for meals?”

“Then I won’t drink. I’ll just say my family doesn’t allow it.”

“What family?” Wei Dong took the dishes to the sink and looked back at him.

Qin Youyou dazedly said, “My husband. My husband doesn’t allow it.” Then he broke out into impish laughter.

Wei Dong paused, then came over to stand in front of him. He squatted down and held his face. “Don’t be silly. You cannot say that outside, do you understand me? Outside of this door, in front of outsiders, I’m your distant relative. Your cousin.”

“I’m not,” Qin Youyou rubbed his face against Wei Dong’s broad palm. “I just want people to know that you are my man. Wei Dong is my man, my husband…”

He was drunk.

Wei Dong couldn’t help but laugh. When he sobered up he would speak to him again.

Qin Youyou had been alone in recent years, and was used to avoiding people, never making any friendly relationships. But things would be different in the future. When he got his certificate and finds a proper job, he would be able to have his own circle of colleagues and friends. He’ll come across many people, and some things can’t be avoided.

This is the way of the world. Sincerity is useless.

Wei Dong looked Qin Youyou’s earnest face in his palms. He sighed internally.

Qin Youyou didn’t know what Wei Dong was thinking in this moment. He was just happy. So happy and he wanted everybody to know it was because he had such a great man. He is truly blessed. He wanted to open up his chest and show everybody his heart: I have Wei Dong, he’s mine!

Wei Dong finished tidying up and carried him to bed. He used a towel and wiped down Qin Youyou’s face and hands. Qin Youyou didn’t make a fuss. He obediently held out his hands, his clear eyes looking up.

Wei Dong knew him well, but others definitely wouldn’t have known he was drunk. He looked at those bright eyes staring at him and wanted to laugh. He stood up with the towel. “Quickly, go sleep. I’ve never seen someone so drunk but with such bright eyes.”

Qin Youyou let out a groan and rolled over, rolling himself under the blanket. Wei Dong went to the bathroom to wash up.

When he came out, Qin Youyou’s two exposed eyes were waiting impatiently for him.

October’s weather was a little cold, and Wei Dong went to lie under the blanket. His body suddenly froze—Qin Youyou had taken off his clothes at some point. His warm body came closer to Wei Dong, then pushed up against him. Wei Dong took a deep breath.

Qin Youyou didn’t say anything, just put his hand on Wei Dong’s abdomen, using his hand to feel the tight muscles there, slowly moving down to go down in to the band of his underpants. He heard a sigh…

Wei Dong hadn’t had a lot of free time recently. Substituting for someone wasn’t only physically draining, but it also impacted his sleep. Every time he came home, after finishing dinner, Qin Youyou wanted him to sleep every moment he could. At the same time, Wei Dong was worried about Qin Youyou’s day and night studying sessions—he didn’t have time to think about anything else either.

Between gasps, Wei Dong’s crotch started stiffening. Qin Youyou’s forehead was nestled against his shoulder, his hands under the covers were holding and rubbing, his breath also trembling a little.

Wei Dong reached down and wrapped his hand around those slender fingers, increasing the movement. Qin Youyou’s palms and the back of his hands were scorching. Even though it was Wei Dong who was being stroked, Qin Youyou couldn’t hold in the moans continuously falling with each breath.

Wei Dong turned his face so they were both looking at each other. Qin Youyou’s eyes were no longer clear, and his expression was dazed.

Their breaths melded together, the scent and the rough gasps acted as an aphrodisiac.

Wei Dong lightly nibbled the tip of his nose. Qin Youyou’s eyelashes trembled. He rolled over and leaned over Wei Dong’s chest, fiercely kissing his mouth.

The smaller cock below had also become erect. Maybe it was from the alcohol, but it wasn’t as hard. Qin Youyou kissed fervently kissed him while rubbing his lower body against Wei Dong.

Wei Dong had swelled up so much it was aching. He kneaded Qin Youyou’s buttocks and squeezed out “I’ll go get the lube and condom.”

Qin Youyou pulled out from his hand and slid it up against the sheets. He reached under the pillow and fished out a small plastic bottle from under the pillow. Wei Dong grabbed it and then held on to his hand. He used his hand to hold Qin Youyou’s waist and turn him over, pressing down on his body and kissing him deeply.

Qin Youyou gasped out short ah’s, opening his mouth to be invaded. Wei Dong nipped his bottom lip, using his teeth to pull at the flesh. Qin Youyou’s tongue was soft and slippery, and Wei Dong wished he could take the entire thing in to his mouth. He moved so he could go in deeper, mercilessly licking to the point Qin Youyou could only take tiny gasps of air.

Ever since the first time that Qin Youyou bled, Wei Dong always placed great importance on expanding him sufficiently, so that Qin Youyou would never get injured again. But Qin Youyou seemed to be impatient now, turning his face and groaning, not allowing more kisses. He grabbed Wei Dong’s fingers and pulled it out of his body, only to cling against him again, pushing his slender chest to stick against Wei Dong’s. With one hand he stroked the thick cock and guided it in to his body.

“It’s not enough,” Wei Dong quickly pulled back his body. “It’s not open enough.”

“It is, Ge. It’s enough,” Qin Youyou gasped out.

“It’s not, listen to me.”

Qin Youyou frowned and shook his head, his eyes were red. “You’ve been doing it for so long, why won’t you hurry? Don’t you want it?”

Wei Dong kissed him. “Feel it and see—can’t you see how hard you’ve made me? You ask if I don’t want it? I’m scared of hurting you. If I hurt you, I won’t dare touch you again for half a month, do you want that?”

“I don’t want that…” Qin Youyou was worried—not being touched for half a month? Who could bear that?

Wei Dong stretched two fingers in, his wrist turning around, slowly going down to the base. Qin Youyou stretched his neck, unable to stop gasp that came out. The sound trembled in the back of his throat, soft and quiet. Wei Dong’s fingertip found that spot and rubbed against it repeatedly. Qin Youyou clenched his teeth and panted out, “I don’t want your hand, Ge…”

“Almost,” Wei Dong looked down at him and kissed his chest. The red and sensitive nipples were stiff, and so small. Wei Dong’s touch swept over them, every now and again pinching them. His tongue skilfully pushed and then stirred the nipples up, teasing them back and forth, making Qin Youyou’s entire chest shiver…

Wei Dong sat up, ripped open a condom and put it on. Raising one of Qin Youyou’s legs, he guided his cock towards his hole and slowly slide inside.

Qin Youyou’s hands clutched the sheets, letting go of Wei Dong’s arms. When his entire cock was fully in, Wei Dong gasped. He leaned down to kiss him, and then began thrusting with his lower body.

It was so huge—this thick, hard thing seemed to fill Qin Youyou’s entire body and mind. He was panting and filled with satisfaction.

“Ge…” He held on to Wei Dong’s back, moaning next to his ear. “You’re really good, so good to me… So very good.”

Wei Dong kissed the hollow of his ear, saying nothing.

His body appeared so much bigger than Qin Youyou’s, even as he was pushing down and thrusting in to him, all Qin Youyou could see with his two eyes were his shoulders.

The younger man trembled in his arms. Wei Dong’s member filled him up, so swollen and pushing in hard and fast, every urgent stroke rubbing against that sensitive spot. Soon, Qin Youyou felt the first signs of going to come, but he didn’t want to come so soon. His body fought to wave after wave of pleasure, and he cried out, his voice trembling. “Ge… Ge…”

Wei Dong held his hand on Qin Youyou’s head, holding him tightly against him so that he couldn’t move. The ferocious cock between his legs was stiff as he started vigorously pounding into him…

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[1] Playing with fate in this context means working himself to the bone.