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It's Saturday. Guan Shan was planning on going straight home after work, like he usually does. 11 pm. Shower. Study for his upcoming culinary school exams. Drop off some money at mom's before she comes home from work. Look at even more job offers to get him through school, wash up, sleep.
When Guan Shan finishes up his shift and walks outside the store, he finds He Tian leaning against the wall. He's trying to look cool. He does look cool. It pisses Guan Shan off.
"What do you want, dipshit." He tries his best to sound angry, but he's really not. He Tian is good to practice new recipes on and is nothing but charming to his mom, so he's half decent. Guan Shan is just tired.
"Don't be like that, Momo," He Tian laughs. "Today's been boring. Keep me company."
Guan Shan feels the tension and stress leave his body, and it makes him want to punch himself in the face. He wonders at what point he started to feel comfortable around He Tian.
"Let me cook," Guan Shan says. "I've got something new."
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He Tian ended up being so excited about Guan Shan's cooking that he offered to buy a whole week's worth of groceries just so he could eat good food. Guan Shan found himself chopping vegetables in He Tian's apartment, under the steady and curious gaze of the rich boy himself.
"Pass me the mala sauce," Guan Shan murmurs. He's so wrapped up in tasting the soup that he doesn't notice the distance between himself and He Tian getting smaller and smaller.
He Tian rests his chin lightly on Guan Shan's shoulder, startling him a little. "What are you doing," he sighs.
"Tomorrow's my birthday, Momo."
"I know."
"I want a present."
"What could you possibly want that you don't already have?" Guan Shan turns off the stove and moves to face He Tian. He's confused and tired and he wants He Tian to taste his soup.
"I want to fuck you," He Tian chirps. Guan Shan chokes.
"What the fuck," he manages.
"Is now okay? I've got like, condoms and stuff. Did you want to eat first?"
"He Tian--"
"I think we should probably eat after we fuck, you know? I feel like it's kind of weird to eat befo--" Guan Shan, completely embarrassed and flushed red, kisses He Tian to shut him the fuck up. It's frankly one of the cringiest things he's ever talked about, and he's only just now realizing what he's done.
He Tian lifts Guan Shan off his feet and carries him to bed. He shoves him down and presses his lips back onto Guan Shan's own. Guan Shan has no idea what's going on, but he finds himself moving his lips against He Tian's, breathing hard and wrapping his arms around He Tian's neck. He Tian breaks away quickly, mouth moving down to suck and bite at Guan Shan's neck. It feels good. It's ridiculous. Guan Shan snorts.
He Tian looks up. They make eye contact for a good five seconds and both of them burst out laughing.
"I have no idea what I'm doing," Guan Shan says. "I've never had the time or luxury for sex."
"I don't really know what I'm doing either," He Tian admits. "Feels good, though."
Guan Shan pulls him back down. "Keep going," he barely has the time to say, and then inhales sharply as He Tian nibbles at his ear.
He Tian's hands wander under Guan Shan's shirt, cold and rough and gentle. He brushes his thumb over Guan Shan's nipple. It feels tingly. Guan Shan shivers.
Guan Shan pulls off his shirt and He Tian's, taking some time to admire He Tian's figure. He traces over He Tian's abdomen with his hands. Firm, pale muscles. Perfectly sculpted body. Guan Shan pulls off He Tian's pants.
"Nice," he says, eyes glued on what he sees. He Tian grins.
Guan Shan shucks off his pants and boxers, feeling hot under He Tian's piercing gaze. He Tian slowly pulls down his underwear, and his cock is hard. And huge. A bead of precum glistens at the top of his head. His dick is thick and long and dark compared to the rest of his skin. Guan Shan licks his lips.
"I want to taste," he says. He Tian pushes him down so that his back hits the sheets. "Later," he promises. "Right now, I'm going to finger you."
Guan Shan watches He Tian pour lube over his long fingers. He presses a finger against Guan Shan's ass. Cold. He Tian's finger slips inside. Oh. Not cold.
"Feels weird," Guan Shan mutters. He lifts his ass up a little more, rests his legs on He Tian's shoulders. He Tian pumps his finger in and out, and then adds another. Still feels strange to him-- foreign, and it burns a little. Guan Shan has fingered himself before, but it's always just felt strange.
And then He Tian's finger reaches in a little further and brushes up against his prostate. Guan Shan's legs go stiff and his toes curl. Oh. Oh. His fingers shake as they grasp desperately onto the blanket.
"Good?" He Tian smiles, and he fucking does it again. Guan Shan can't help the shaky moan that leaves his mouth. It feels fucking incredible. Guan Shan thinks if he just jerks his dick a few times he could cum, just like this.
He Tian watches with too much amusement as Guan Shan gyrates against his fingers, desperately attempting to feel it again. He pulls them out. Guan Shan glares at him. He Tian ignores him and rips open a condom, rolling it smoothly down to the base of his cock and pouring more lube for extra measure.
"Hurry up," Guan Shan whines. He Tian lines his dick up against Guan Shan's hole and pushes it in.
This is nothing like he's ever had before. Guan Shan's ass hurts, and he winces, but it also feels good. He Tian draws out slowly, takes a deep breath, and rams it in.
Guan Shan's head falls back against the bed. He arches his back, trying to push against He Tian. More. More. He Tian rubs against Guan Shan's prostate over and over, and Guan Shan makes lewd noises that don't even begin to properly show how amazing he feels.
He Tian pounds Guan Shan, breathing heavily and beginning to sweat. He leans forward to meet Guan Shan's lips, and his neck, and his nipples. Everything feels sensitive and every place that He Tian touches makes him shake and moan. He's burning and freezing at the same time. He Tian reaches his hand down and strokes Guan Shan's dick. It pushes him over the edge.
Guan Shan's mouth opens, but he makes no sound. His toes are curled so tightly that it hurts, and his legs are straight like a rod over He Tian's shoulders. Hot cum covers his chest, and he feels blissed out.
He Tian pulls out, brushing against Guan Shan's perineum as he goes. Guan Shan hums. He flips himself over and helps He Tian take off the condom.
And then, Guan Shan leans forward, pressing a soft kiss on the top of He Tian's still hard cock. He sucks He Tian down as far as he can, relishing in the soft hisses and groans that rumble out of him. He Tian's dick tastes salty, and it feels hot, and it stretches his mouth so wide that tears begin to form at the back of his eyes. But it's exciting, and it kind of turns him on knowing how much he affects the mighty, handsome He Tian with just his tongue.
Guan Shan swipes his tongue on and around the head of He Tian's cock. He draws it out of his mouth and goes to work on his balls, sucking softly and rubbing at the base. "I'm going to cum," He Tian says. Guan Shan takes him back in his mouth and hums, and the feeling seems to stimulate He Tian more, because he grabs Guan Shan's hair in his fists and thrusts his dick deep into Guan Shan's mouth. The feeling of warm cum in his throat is weird. He swallows. He kind of likes the taste.
"Are you sure you don't know what you're doing," He Tian rasps. Guan Shan grins. He has no idea what he's doing. The most he's done is suck his fingers so that they'd slide into his asshole more easily.
Guan Shan goes to the bathroom and takes a cool shower. He Tian follows suit. Then, they lay lazily on the bed. "Fuck, my soup is cold," Guan Shan realizes. He Tian snickers and pulls him closer under the sheets. "Let's have it tomorrow," he sighs, and Guan Shan falls asleep with He Tian's lips pressed against the back of his neck.