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Baizhu's arms were wrapped around Dottore, clinging to him with his chest against his chest. He was on his lap, held closely in return. His body felt like jelly. He'd lost count of how many times his ass tingled and he felt complete euphoria. All the painful while his cock was still wearing that damned ring. Tears streamed from his eyes from the overstimulation and he didn't have the strength in his arms to hold Dottore very tightly. He wasn't sure he even had the strength to speak. 

"P....pl...." 

"What was that, sweetheart?" Dottore asked, grabbing Baizhu's hips and slamming him back down onto his cock. Baizhu's head fell to the side, moaning. 

"Plea..." he tried again. "Please..." 

Dottore wasn't so cruel as to make him finish the sentence and slid the cock ring off. He slammed Baizhu back down onto him again and the two came at the same time. Baizhu, feeling as if his mission was finally complete, closed his eyes and passed out, falling backward with his ass still full of Dottore's dick. 

"Woah there," Dottore caught him. He placed him down on the bed more gently and looked down at the mess he'd made. Sliding the condom off of him he sighed. "Condoms really only do so much, eh?" he frowned at the thought of having to change the sheets. 

"And up we go," Dottore muttered, picking up Baizhu and carrying him to the bathroom. Holding him with one arm, he filled the tub with water and placed him in it. Once satisfied that his position wasn't one he could drown himself in, Dottore returned to go and change the sheets of his bed. 

With one task done, he dutifully cleaned up Baizhu and dried him off, returning him to the bed. Once he was safely tucked in and sleeping soundly, Dottore nodded and lightly tapped Baizhu's head. 

Dottore stood up straight and stretched. The fatigue he'd been pushing through and ignoring just to make sure Baizhu was clean and comfortable hit him all at once. "Fuckin' hell," he squeaked out, stiff as a board and falling to the ground sideways. He crashed onto his floor as his body forced him into slumber. 

...

Baizhu opened his eyes in a bed way more comfortable than his own. He glanced around, confused about where Dottore might've gone, only to notice he was on the floor. It was the middle of the night and Dottore looked practically dead. Baizhu crawled out of the bed and squatted down beside him. 

"Yikes, he still has my cum on his face," Baizhu picked up a few strands of Dottore's hair to examine his condition. 

Baizhu knew he wasn't strong enough to carry a body anywhere so he wandered Dottore's apartment to find a towel and maybe a bowl of water. Carrying that back to the bedroom he cleaned Dottore up as best as he could and used all of the muscle mass his body contained to put Dottore onto the bed. His legs shook terribly since his body was naturally still completely exhausted. Satisfied with putting him in the bed, Baizhu crawled back into it himself and instantly fell back asleep. 

...

Baizhu woke up, once again, in a bed far more comfortable than his own. His face was pressed against Dottore's chest with his arms wrapped around Dottore. The man in question was sleeping soundly, hair all over his face with a few strands in his mouth. Baizhu tried to pull his hands back but one slipped and slapped Dottore's ass instead. 

"Raring to go, are we?" 

"N-no! It was an accident, I didn't mean to- you're awake?" 

"I was in that awkward stage where I'm not quite awake because I don't want to move but I'm not quite sleeping either," Dottore yawned, but more hair got into his mouth and he coughed. "Pleh, blah, bleh," he struggled to force the hairs out with his tongue. 

"Ha...hahaha!" Baizhu tried to contain his laughter but couldn't. Dottore looked ridiculous. It was precious. 

"I'm glad you're amused."

"Why didn't you just grab it?" 

"You're on my arm so it's likely asleep, for one."

"And?" 

"And, for two," Dottore closed his eyes, "I am not willing to relinquish this satisfying position just yet."  

"Hm," Baizhu closed his eyes as well. "I think I can agree with that." 

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