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“Hey, Wu Minghan.”
“What?”
Wu Minghan scratched his neck, which was slightly irritated from the rough collar of his uniform. After becoming so used to casual clothes, the material of the uniform shirt was really uncomfortable. The smell of rain was in the air, and the feeling of static electricity from it made Wu Minghan wonder if he really should drive.
He looked out of the corner of his eye at Mao Pangyu, who was attempting to fiddle with the radio. He opened his mouth to say something, but it stuck in his throat as he met Maomao’s gaze. He cleared his throat, it was a little awkward.
“What are you calling me for?”
“I just can’t believe how good you look. I’ve heard that everyone loves a man in uniform, but this is the first time I’ve believed it.”
“Idiot, it’s because I’m already handsome.” He huffed and pulled out of his parking spot, quickly heading over to Quanlian to pick up some things. The only parking spot he could find was behind the store, in the shade and almost remote. No one liked to park in places like that.
“Are you feeling better now?” Wu Minghan asked. He checked the alignment of the steering wheel and other unnecessary things. His neck was pink and not just because of the collar.
“Huh, what do you mean by that?”
Wu Minghan shook his head and turned the car off. Mao Pangyu looked faint. He had bought more incense recently and would have to burn that when they returned home.
“Hey, are you a policeman or not?” Mao Pangyu winked and nudged Wu Minghan’s shoulder, this awkward air making him smile wider and look less gloomy. “Are you that concerned about my ex?”
He clung to Wu Minghan somewhat coquettishly, appreciating his rough looking exterior and sometimes soft behavior.
“If he behaves badly again, I can just possess him.”
“Would that hurt you? I went to that shop that guy recommended and bought a lot of incense.”
“Just think about it.”
“Why?”
“I really did love him. I was doing really poorly after coming out, if my grandmother hadn’t been so supportive, and if I hadn’t learned that my dad does love me in the end–” He paused, still fiddling with the cuff of Wu Minghan’s sleeve. He didn’t know how to say it. “His family is very sound and also strict, so we had to forget it. It’s not easy to be gay, let’s not embarrass him.”
Wu Minghan, still blushing, reached out and ran his hand through Mao Pangyu’s curls. They were soft, a little cold, and not quite corporeal.
“If I need to beat him up later, just tell me, okay? He couldn’t even call the police because I’m already there.”
Mao Pangyu laughed, then pulled at Wu Minghan’s red ears. His hands naturally moved to caress his face, ending to cup his cheeks and make him face his husband.
“Wu Minghan, you really are handsome.”
“Nonsense.”
“You’re so handsome I’m getting hard.”
“That’s–” Wu Minghan, who had been trying to flirt but got scared, tried to withdraw. It was too late, and Mao Pangyu squeezed his face. “Nonsense.” he squeaked.
Mao Pangyu pushed him back against the seat. Shamelessly he crowded Wu Minghan and put his face against his, eye to eye, nose to nose, mouth to mouth.
“I said, you’re so handsome I’m hard,” His eyes shone very beautifully especially as he bit his lips lightly, tugging slightly before repeating himself. “Wu Minghan, do you want to try it in the car? You’ve never tried the limit of this seat, right?”
“We’ll be seen!”
“Ah, I know, it would be a good one.”
“You crazy–”
Mao Pangyu held Wu Minghan’s red face like he was a treasure, licking and biting his lips before pulling out Wu Minghan’s tongue and scolding him slightly with the kiss. Outside the car, the rain began in earnest, almost loud enough to cover the sound of their kissing.
He rubbed his knees against Wu Minghan’s hips, cursing a little as he had to squeeze his hand between Wu Minghan and the side of the car to press the switch– the driver’s seat fell backwards smoothly.
He bullied Wu Minghan back further, applying a knee to his crotch to pin him there. The hand he hadn’t used on the switch rubbed Wu Minghan’s neck, his cold fingers brushing against the short hair there. Wu Minghan shuddered under his ministrations, sweeter than honey.
“Mao, Mao Pangyu, stop,” he whined.
“Why? I seem to remember you doing something like this recently?”
“How did you– Ah!”
Mao Pangyu pressed down on a button that masked the position of Wu Minghan’s hard nipples, grinning. As he twisted and pressed the button, the effect was obvious. Unconsciously Wu Minghan began to rub against Mao Pangyu’s knee.
Wu Minghan really was great. At first he seemed terrible and rough, but like a candy that Mao Pangyu liked, the hard shell masked a soft interior that could be found by biting and licking, and no matter how angry he seemed at first, he was actually more considerate than a lot of people Mao Pangyu had interacted with.
He was just so clumsy.
His ex, who looked good at first and seemed to do things right, couldn’t compare to this stupid straight man that usually went in the wrong direction. He made Mao Pangyu’s heart warm. Thus he fell, despite not liking this stinky straight man at first. Why else would he have grabbed him and kissed him in the car like he was in love for the first time?
Thinking of everything, Mao Pangyu had to suck on Wu Minghan’s tongue a little more.
The sound of kissing didn’t stop as Mao Pangyu unbuttoned his husband’s uniform, dragging it down his arms and leaving it halfway on. His shirt dealt with, he reached for Wu Minghan’s pants and snapped the elastic.
“Wu Minghan, it’s sticky inside, just like your keyboard.”
As he spoke, he lifted Wu Minghan by the hips and tugged his pants further down, excited to get to the main course. Wu Minghan flushed a deeper red, somehow, his dick even more wet with precum.
“Shut up, it– do it again.” It seemed that Wu Minghan had forgotten about his reservations.
“This uniform is so tight-fitting, so you’ll be treated as a pervert when you get out of the car.” Mao Pangyu rubbed his cheek against Wu Minghan’s, who cursed. His voice was so pitiful and cute, Mao Pangyu couldn’t resist him any longer.
He brushed a knuckle against Wu Minghan’s hole, laughing at his reaction. He rubbed with the tip of his finger, but that was useless at the moment except to tease him. Because of Wu Minghan bucking upward, he had space. He tore off his pants completely, pulled his boxers to his knees, leaving Wu Minghan’s hard dick out in the open to shine.
He pressed Wu Minghan’s knees to his chest, the rough fabric of his shirt rubbing there. His chest was covered in love bites and had some scratches where he got a little too excited. Mao Pangyu readjusted to caress his backside and begin, now lubed.
His dexterous fingers pleased Wu Minghan, who was really weak to soft touches. He whimpered as Mao Pangyu found his prostate. His hands fought for something to grab onto, as it was difficult to hold Mao Pangyu. He reached for the door handle and held on for dear life as he came.
“Wu Minghan, you’re making progress so fast and doing a good job.” He lowered his head and kissed his sweaty face. He really liked Wu Minghan’s dilated eyes after orgasm, he looked almost entranced.
His softness, usually so hard to see, was evident, like a little puppy in a shelter with a wet nose, which filled Mao Pangyu’s heart with indescribable love.
But it was still a little different.
Because when he faced Wu Minghan, he not only had love, but sexual desire, which didn’t feel soft like that.
He took out his own dick, still caressing Wu Minghan. He kissed his husband’s red and hot earlobe and said:
“I’m going in slowly, otherwise the car would shake, and someone would call the police– it would be bad if they found an officer here already, right?”
Wu Minghan was so tight and new to this that it was difficult to fuck him, and Mao Pangyu had to pause in order to focus on getting his dick in at all. Wu Minghan’s head lolled back on his neck, flushed and sweating, looking very soft.
He was incredibly hot inside, and Mao Pangyu was quite cold compared to him. As they panted together the car became more and more humid, the air heavier and heavier. Wu Minghan reached out and kissed Mao Pangyu. The sound of rain outside echoed within the space, taking on an almost human quality as their voices mingled with it. Finally, Mao Pangyu was able to bottom out.
He stroked Wu Minghan’s wet bangs, soothing him with his cool hands as Wu Minghan had to adjust to the feeling. His chest rose and fell quickly, his breathing erratic, his eyes were slightly unfocused. Mao Pangyu’s eyes shone and his lips quirked into a somewhat evil looking smile.
“Husband, you are so great,” he praised. The feeling of being completely accepted made his face flush, and he began to rub against Wu Minghan’s neck in a soft and coquettish manner, all the while beginning to move his hips.
He tried to be careful with his basically virginal husband, but ended up thrusting harder than anticipated. The sound was incredibly lewd, especially as he kept slowing down before harshly thrusting in again.
Wu Minghan, who had hoped to regain his composure, was left red-faced and crying even though Mao Pangyu was being quite careful. His legs trembled, the muscles obvious and strained. Mao Pangyu turned his attention to his nipples, still hard from prior ministrations. He had bitten his hand at some point to stop his own noises.
The sound of him licking them was really too much for Wu Minghan, he had to release his hand and cry out. He could only cover his mouth with the same hand, getting it wet with his spit as Mao Pangyu lavished attention on his nipples and on the rest of his body as they continued. His entire body felt like one nerve ending that Mao Pangyu was continually plucking, targeting his most sensitive areas.
Mao Pangyu, who had been trying to go slow, went slightly crazy at the sight of Wu Minghan trying so hard not to make a sound, only able to whimper against his own hand. He began to thrust harder and intertwined their fingers, so that Wu Minghan couldn’t muffle himself any longer.
He kissed him furiously, pouring his emotions into him, biting and swallowing his own name coming from Wu Minghan’s mouth.
Wu Minghan gasped, overwhelmed, as the two of them came at the same time. Mao Pangyu slowed and kissed away his tears.
“Are you laughing?” Wu Minghan asked breathlessly. Mao Pangyu was staring down at him with a hungry look, panting and sort of laughing. He suddenly took a deep breath despite not needing to breathe, and pulled back. The feeling of his dick leaving made Wu Minghan hiss, feeling weird. Somewhat mindlessly he pressed a hand on the window, and as it slid against the glass water droplets came along with it.
Trembling from the knowledge of how much they’d fogged up the car, Wu Minghan poked Mao Pangyu.
“Sit back and let me put on my pants. If the police see me naked again, I really will just die on the spot.” He gave his husband a look. “Are you feeling better now?”
Mao Pangyu, who had originally thought that Wu Minghan would immediately retract, hugged his husband tighter. Everything about him seemed very soft, his voice very sweet.
“Wu Minghan, you really are great.”
“Tch. Of course I am.”