Le Ke (乐可)

chapter 11

NSFW WARNING!!! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL. ADULTS ONLY.

Yer daddy is gonna post a little early. Changing the point of view of the narrator is a pain in the ass.

I didn’t want to make up a name, so don’t laugh at how they refer to Le Ke’s roommates.
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Feeling sleepy and a bit thirsty, Old Two turned over and slowly returned to consciousness.

In the darkness, he could vaguely hear a soft but hasty panting. At first, he thought that someone was talking in their sleep. However, painstakingly stifled moans mingled with the gasping breaths every so often. There were subtle, intermittent wet noises that sounded like someone was masturbating.

He quietly raised his head, wanting to know who was masturbating so thirstily in the middle of the night. The light of the street lamps outside shone through the window and fell upon the wall. It was dark and gloomy in the dorm room, but one could still make out the silhouettes of the other three members.

His eyes searched in the direction of the voice, finally landing on the bed diagonally across from his. The person who slept there was his best friend, Le Ke.

After learning that his best friend was masturbating, Old Two smiled mischievously. He wanted to take an even closer look so that he could use the details to tease that earnest and serious guy tomorrow. However, after he saw the situation clearly, he was shocked.

From his vantage point, he could just barely see Le Ke’s legs. He was lying with his back facing Old Two. His pants had already been removed, and his naked legs were open wide. One hand was massaging his penis at the front, while his other hand reached behind to stir up his ass. Although Old Two couldn’t clearly see how the fingers were thrusting into the little hole, the clear, wet sounds and suppressed panting were enough to fuel his imagination. The tiny hole thirstily slurped up those fingers. Sexual secretions ceaselessly flowed out, moistening the fingers so that they could reach even deeper. Even the bed was a wet expanse.

Hey, does playing with the back feel that good? How long have you been playing with yourself? Old Two thought to himself and felt his body heating up. He stared at the shadow in between Le Ke’s legs and wildly speculated how Le Ke would play with himself. Le Ke shifted his butt up and the finger plunged in even deeper, even harder. However, it still wasn’t enough. There was no way it could reach that itchy area. His legs impatiently brushed against the bedsheets. Several times, he seemed to be on the verge of climaxing. He rubbed his hard on faster and even the bed shook gently. When he finally stopped, Le Ke buried his head in his pillow and moaned softly. Old Two knew that he had shot his load. In the calm silence, there was only the sound of trembling gasps.

This time, he should have been satisfied. Old Two heaved a sigh of relief for some reason. He thought about Le Ke’s absentminded post orgasm face and remembered something that happened a few days ago.

Last weekend, when Old Two opened the door and was about to head out, he just so happened to run into Le Ke, who had just returned home. He had been looking for his keys inside his backpack. His clothes were full of wrinkles, as if he had been in a crowded place for a long time. The hem of his clothes were dusty, and his neckline was slick with something. His lips were slightly parted, wet, and a captivating red. Even his cheeks retained a light shade of pink. With the addition of his lackluster face, it looked like he had just been fucked in some random corner.

Old Two scared himself with this thought. He pointed at Le Ke’s clothes and asked, “What happened?”

“It was raining outside.” Le Ke didn’t seem to have understood what he was saying. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, glanced at Old Two, and stepped forward shakily.