PD Chapter 36: Duel (Part 2)

When Wen Xunchuan fished out a pack of lube the size of a condom from a hidden compartment behind the toilet tank, He Linzhou was momentarily stunned. He turned around, leaned over the tank, and peered inside, only then noticing a fist-sized recessed niche hidden behind the tank, neatly packed with single-use portable lubricant and condoms.

He Linzhou, who had been a frequent visitor since the opening, was taken aback, having never noticed this cubby before. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed.

“You didn’t know about this?” Wen Xunchuan examined the small packet of lubricant, checked the production date to ensure it wasn’t expired, then tore it open and squeezed the clear, viscous fluid into his palm.

It was as if He Linzhou had opened a door to a new world. He knelt on one knee on the spotless toilet lid, reached over to grab a half-palm-sized white box placed next to the condoms, and examined it with renewed shock, “Holy shit, they’ve got Rush too? Chen Si is something else!”

Wen Xunchuan’s gaze lingered on the small strip of lower back visible beneath He Linzhou’s black shirt and the smooth curve of his buttocks and tight thigh muscles outlined by his casual pants. The shirt was not exactly a perfect fit for He Linzhou, whose biceps tensed slightly as he leaned on the tank, the thin fabric emphasizing his muscles exquisitely.

Wen Xunchuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. He Linzhou’s physique, a perfect blend of strength and hormones, radiated a raw male allure. Being a worldly man, Wen Xunchuan found the sight irresistibly enticing.

While He Linzhou was still rummaging in the hidden compartment, his groin suddenly pressed against a firm, hot object. He quickly straightened up and protested, “Didn’t we agree who shoots first bottoms?”

Wen Xunchuan leaned in close against his back, one hand sneaking around to unzip the front of his pants, palming his semi-erect member through a thin layer of underwear while grinding his hips into him. Leaning forward, he nibbled on He Linzhou’s earlobe and murmured indistinctly, “Just a rub.”

He Linzhou, with his ear tugged not so gently, tilted his head back and cursed, “Rub your mom…” Before he could finish, the vulnerable spongy flesh in front of him was squeezed notably displeased by the hand at his groin, making He Linzhou gasp harshly, “Fuck, can you go easy?”

Wen Xunchuan didn’t respond, his wet tongue trailing slowly around He Linzhou’s ear, stopping at the smooth skin behind it to suck gently while pulling his underwear down slightly to cover his palm with lube.

The cool, slippery sensation made He Linzhou involuntarily stiffen his back. Wen Xunchuan’s slender, elegant fingers gripped his gradually hardening member, twisting rhythmically as his free hand caressed up along his tight abdomen, pinching the taut, perky nipples on his chest.

He Linzhou let out a low grunt from deep within his throat, responding by grabbing a handful of Wen Xunchuan’s chest through his clothes.

Wen Xunchuan breathed heavily into his ear and twisted his nipple harder in return, then quickly undid his own pants, freeing his swollen, purplish member. He lifted He Linzhou’s shirt to his back, aligning his own erection against He Linzhou’s lower back, coordinating the thrusts with the hand job he was giving.

Their heavy, rapid breathing and the lewd sounds of lubricated flesh filled the cramped stall.

When Wen Xunchuan’s fingers once again scraped along He Linzhou’s slick corona, He Linzhou suddenly threw off his hand, leaning heavily against the tank, breathing heavily.

Wen Xunchuan withdrew his hand, now mixed with lube and clear fluid from He Linzhou, resting against his back, chuckled lightly, and asked, “What, ready to shoot already?”

He Linzhou propped himself up slightly, retorting stubbornly, “You fuck, that’s a professional advantage.”

Wen Xunchuan almost laughed out loud at that, straightened up, and smacked his own engorged member heavily against He Linzhou’s lower back, resignedly saying, “Urologists aren’t supposed to jerk off their patients, okay? Is it so hard to admit when someone’s good?”

Pushed forward slightly by the smack, He Linzhou spun around and pushed Wen Xunchuan against the partition wall, lifting his shirt to his chest and bending down to lick the plump, rosy nipple while grasping his member, mumbling, “Good my ass, let me show you what’s good.”

He Linzhou’s skill was not particularly apparent to Wen Xunchuan; this rascal was biting and gnawing at his chest painfully. Leaning against the wall and gasping, Wen Xunchuan watched as He Linzhou, unrelenting, slapped him on the back of his head, pushed him away, and rubbed his sore, swollen nipple, asking, “Is this your so-called skill?”

He Linzhou, leaning against the wall with his head tilted back, eyes slightly squinted and slightly hazy under the dim, warm light, lasciviously stroked his own flushed chest. A mix of irritation and arousal surged through him, prompting him to pin Wen Xunchuan against the wall and kiss him fiercely.

Wen Xunchuan’s head hit the wall unexpectedly, and a hot, eager tongue invaded his mouth without pause, entwining aggressively, breathing hotly on his face. Hands snaked under his lifted clothes, caressing up his waist and roughly massaging his bare back.

He Linzhou was intense—when stating his sexual orientation openly at the night market, when kissing him against the wall, and even when pinned beneath him.

Wen Xunchuan paused for less than half a second before pressing his body up, caressing his neck passionately, returning the kiss fervently, and grasping their aligned members.

The unique pleasure of their interlocking veins sent an electric thrill from He Linzhou’s abdomen through his limbs. Wen Xunchuan’s skillful fingers varied their strokes over their joined members, occasionally grinding the tearful, reddened glans, the intense pleasure overwhelming all senses, with their messy breathing sounding distant…

As the body above him tensed, Wen Xunchuan held him tightly, sucking on his tongue while quickly stimulating his sensitive urethral opening.

Wen Xunchuan’s veins on the grip throbbing subtly, his arms around He Linzhou tightened fiercely, and he buried his face into his shoulder with a low groan…

Wiping the hot fluid splashed on his abdomen, Wen Xunchuan waited for the breathing to settle, then forcefully turned He Linzhou around, pressing him against the toilet, spreading his legs with one knee and pinning his struggling neck with one hand while tearing open a lube packet with his teeth and hastily applying it. With a push, he forced himself into the tight, fleshy entrance…

He Linzhou’s back pressed tightly against the hot chest behind him. After a brief struggle, finding himself unable to move, he looked up and endured the rough penetration, exclaiming, “Fuck… can’t you… wait till we get back?”

“Do you know how long I’ve been hard?” Wen Xunchuan rasped into his ear, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since earlier.”