PD Chapter 28: Morning Exercise

Early in the morning, Wen Xunchuan opened his eyes amidst a lasting rustling sound. The first thing he saw was a face very close to his; He Linzhou was lying on his side by the pillow, his eyes slightly closed, thick eyelashes casting shadows over his eyes, his lips naturally pursed, breathing even and calm. One arm was draped over Wen Xunchuan’s waist, seemingly in deep sleep.

The scratching noise from outside the bedroom door continued, annoying Wen Xunchuan to no end. He pulled off the arm wrapped around his waist, sat up, grabbed a pair of pants from the floor beside the bed, and put them on before getting out of bed.

Clothes, underwear, and socks were scattered on the floor. He rubbed his throbbing temples, bent down to pick up the clothes, and walked barefoot to open the door.

Chun Mei was lying outside the door; upon seeing it open, she stood up and wagged her tail, barking twice at him. Holding a pile of clothes, Wen Xunchuan stepped past her into the bathroom to toss the clothes into the laundry basket, then filled her food bowl.

As he brushed his teeth, he rubbed his slightly groggy head. His gaze inadvertently caught the sight of a bathtub full of cold water, and the image of him gripping He Linzhou’s waist in the tub last night resurfaced in his mind.

Last night, Wen Xunchuan had planned to finish quickly after seeing He Linzhou howl so intensely. However, the heat from the shower made him a bit drunk, and He Linzhou, limp as boneless on him, caused him to lose control. They moved from the bathroom back to the bed.

Initially, He Linzhou’s eyes were red, cursing as he resisted, but gradually, he became aroused. His foggy eyes lost focus, his long legs wrapped around Wen Xunchuan’s waist to meet him, embracing his neck for kisses while stroking himself. He climaxed several times yet his trembling member still stood, unclear whose semen was smeared over He Linzhou’s tight abdomen and well-defined caramel abs, shining with the mixed fluids…

Wen Xunchuan lowered his head to rinse his mouth, splashed his face with water, then stood and went back into the bedroom to open the curtains.

The gentle morning light spread across the bed, where He Linzhou still lay in the same side-lying position, burying his face deeper into the pillow.

Wen Xunchuan approached and tugged at his quilt, saying, “Time to get up.”

He Linzhou shifted slightly but ignored him.

Wen Xunchuan patiently patted his back, calling out again, “It’s eight o’clock, time to walk the dog.”

He Linzhou grumpily pulled the quilt over his head, his voice hoarse, “You go today.”

Wen Xunchuan chuckled, bent down to pull the quilt off his head, and asked, “Why should I go?”

He Linzhou squinted sleepily, “Because you screwed me over.”

Wen Xunchuan raised an eyebrow, “So?”

“So, you go,” He Linzhou pulled the quilt back over his head, muttering, “I don’t care, I want to sleep.”

Wen Xunchuan stood arms folded by the bed, looking at this stubborn figure. He kicked him lightly on the buttocks, “Are you getting up?”

A muffled grunt came from under the quilt, “Tired…”

Seeing he wouldn’t get up, Wen Xunchuan didn’t say anything more. He pulled off the house clothes he had barely worn for a few minutes, climbed under the quilt, and lay down behind He Linzhou. His arm slid under He Linzhou’s neck, pulling his naked body close, his chest pressing against his back, while reaching under himself to pull at his loose pants.

His hard member sprung out from his pants, slapping against He Linzhou’s lower back.

“Get up,” He Linzhou writhed, trying to get up.

Wen Xunchuan held him by the shoulders, pinning him to his chest, his other hand already reaching around to grasp He Linzhou’s morning erection, whispering, “Don’t move.”

He kissed the swollen bite marks on the back of He Linzhou’s neck, his fingers skillfully stroking him.

“Ha… you fucker…” He Linzhou’s struggles subsided as he buried his face in the quilt, panting softly, “So annoying…”

Wen Xunchuan pressed his hips along He Linzhou’s closed thighs, his hard member mimicking the act of intercourse as it slid through the tender flesh at the root of his thighs.

The harsh friction made He Linzhou’s thigh roots burn painfully. He parted his legs slightly, and Wen Xunchuan lifted his leg to clamp it over He Linzhou’s, holding them tightly, then thrust fiercely a few times, the tip occasionally poking past He Linzhou’s swollen sack.

He Linzhou pushed back, a pained moan escaping his throat, “It hurts.”

Wen Xunchuan, heeding the complaint, withdrew from between his legs, biting down on He Linzhou’s smooth nape, sucking hard. His hand on He Linzhou’s shoulder slid down to his chest, pinching his nipples.

The tingling pleasure surged from both front and back. He Linzhou involuntarily arched his chest, lifting his neck to rest his head on Wen Xunchuan’s shoulder, moaning lasciviously.

But Wen Xunchuan’s stroking hand suddenly stopped. On the brink of pleasure, He Linzhou’s gaze blurred, urging, “Keep going,” while reaching down himself.

Just as he grasped his own member to stroke, a hot hardness abruptly thrust into his rear.

“Ha…” He Linzhou’s breaths thickened, he squeezed Wen Xunchuan’s thigh, cursing, “Beast!”

Wen Xunchuan nibbled at his ear, his hand pinching his waist, his member enveloped by the hot, soft flesh, and he thrust deeper, whispering, “You’re clamping this beast so tight, aren’t you afraid it’ll fuck you to death?”

“You better… can fuck me to death…” He Linzhou tilted his neck at him, threatening, “Otherwise, next time, you’re the one who will die.”

Wen Xunchuan chuckled, whispering in his ear, “Didn’t I tell you? When you get all cocky like this, I just really want to make you cry from it.”

Saying that, he pressed his waist, pushing his member deeper.

“Ah…” He Linzhou panted, “You fucking said it was when… when you’re smug…”

“You remember pretty clearly.” Wen Xunchuan bent his knees, spreading He Linzhou’s legs, lifting one up to expose their naked connection, while his other hand tightened around He Linzhou.

He thrust into the hot passage, his voice unsteady, “Remember how it feels to be fucked by me?”

“Fuck.” He Linzhou’s eyes clenched shut, matching his thrusts by stroking his own hard member.

But Wen Xunchuan wasn’t about to let him off, moving his hips while rasping in his ear, “Hmm? Purist?”

He Linzhou, annoyed and embarrassed, slapped his leg, “Shut up, idiot…”