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It must happen often, to fall in love with your acting partner. Yu doesn't even think it's due to the fact that you trick your mind that you love this person and later you don’t know how to turn it off. It forces two people to know each other, that is the reason. Nobody in his life had ever put this much effort to learn about him, nobody had paid him this much attention. He, as well, had never tried to be so accommodating for another person in his space, or to overcome shyness in order to observe them openly. What was a forced closeness at first, soon became natural. It was comfortable to have Zi Hong close, that was the beginning of the change.
He's sure many people would say that he was confusing his real life with the drama, but it wasn't true. Zhou Shu Yi was a part of him, that much was true, but he was not him. His feelings were his own.
When he was younger, he thought love was a nice, sweet thing. Now he realized, that he must have never loved anyone like this before. It certainly had elements of sweetness, but most of the time it made him nauseous, or possessive, or just filled with terrible longing and fear. It was far from being a nice feeling, but he treasured it.
The worst was not being certain of Zi Hong's feelings. Zi Hong's approach was very professional, so naturally, everything he did was focused on making this show a success. From getting Yu to relax in front of him, to looking into his eyes with adoration, all of it had one purpose. Fans saw it and it worked, so Zi Hong knew what he was doing, and Yu had no reason to suspect that it was anything more than that.
Until, that is, that kissing scene into which Zi Hong had put so much of his energy. And Yu knows he was drunk, and in the role, but there was something there, underneath. He felt such craving radiating from the other man when Zi Hong opened his mouth with his, put his tongue inside. When he lost control, he showed Yu a part of something well hidden, a hunger he kept out of sight. Yu recognized it, because it lived in him as well. He had never wanted anything in his life as much as he wanted this man.
That kiss, it had not felt good, not good at all in the beginning. Zi Hong had been so nervous about that scene and Yu was no different. His anxiety had reached entirely new levels when Zi Hong pinned him down and he could feel Gao Shi De’s tears falling onto his face.
And yes - he was Zhou Shou Yi at that moment, but he could not entirely leave himself out, there was always a part that remained in the back of his mind. Shu Yi had his heart, and it was this heart that they shared that seemed to want to tear itself out of his aching ribs. He could barely hear anything over the sound of it pulsing in his head. It was painful, his whole body tense when he felt Zi Hong’s lips on his neck. The inside of his mouth had been so terribly dry. It was a god’s given when Zi Hong moistened it with his tongue. Yu had to remind himself he had to fight, that for Shu Yi, this was the man that betrayed him. He couldn't stop the gasp when Zi Hong forced his hand down, opened him up for more attacks. Thanks to that he found it in himself to fight back, if only for a moment.
When Zi Hong covered his mouth he panicked. His heart was really exploding in his chest then. And he was afraid because Zi Hong didn't look him in the eyes, and he deprived him of his voice, so Yu had no way to tell him that it was too much, that he could hardly breathe.
It was a relief when the hand was substituted with Zi Hong's hot mouth and he accepted the devouring kiss like a man drowning. But afterwards Zi Hong was so wrought out, he seemed absent. Seeing him like this, Yu had to collect his own turmoil. He had always been good with keeping his feelings to himself. Even the trembling of his body, he kept it to the minimum, while the crew took care of them and made them watch the effects of their work. When Zi Hong rested on his shoulder, Yu moved his confused feelings completely inside and tried to relax his body, so that only his soul trembled.
They kissed a lot of times that day. Not all of those kisses were Gao Shi De’s, Yu knew. And he was going to use that shadow of feelings hidden beneath Zi Hong’s mask to get him, even if there was a cost.
***
He enlists Evan's help. Otherwise, he'd have no chance of making it work. At least, Evan is the only one who is helping him consciously, in some part. The manager, who puts him in this kimono after he showed her all the posts of people reacting to his photoshoot, is certainly of help, even though she has no idea. Ray, who keeps Zi Hong's glass filled with alcohol is to be grateful for as well. In truth, Yu also drinks a lot with Zi Hong, makes many toasts, but his alcohol tolerance is much higher. But Evan has a crucial role in his schemes.
It’s a small meeting, most of the people here worked on the show, so the atmosphere is relaxed. In this kind of situation, Zi Hong doesn’t really need to play up their relationship. It certainly doesn’t stop him from staying close to Yu at all times, just as Yu expects.
He feels a wave of satisfaction when he gets out of the dressing room in the blue Yukata with a pattern of yellow dragonflies and Zi Hong stares at him. He’s not the only one taken aback, of course, and the other guys start joking right away how cute he looks. But it’s Zi Hong’s silent stare that makes him blush and hide his smile. He hasn’t worn a Yukata often, but it’s good to change one’s appearance in order to be noticed, and the blue material looks nice on him, he thinks.
The Yukata has the added benefit of not needing an underrobe, so he can feel Zi Hong’s hand on his back through the thin material when there is a traditional round of photographs. Even though this isn’t much of an event, most of it will surely be posted online. There will surely be silly games involved and that is when Evan comes in handy.
It is to be expected they would play the pocky game and when the suggestion falls, it is Evan’s time to shine.
“Why don’t we change it up a bit?” Evan suggests, “we’ve done it so many times, it’s not a challenge anymore with one’s partner.”
***
“Why?” Evan had asked when Yu talked with him, “why would you want to play it random? Isn’t it easier with Zi Hong?”
“Just do it for me, please,” he says, pleading with his eyes.
Evan sighs and agrees.
***
The losers are decided by choosing the shortest stick that Evan holds out. Evan just has to make sure Yu is one of them, and the other is not Zi Hong. When it is Yu’s turn to choose, Evan gives him a sign with his eyes which one it is. Yu’s not quite sure how he manages the other task, but the probability is already high for it when there are five people drawing.
Any one of them would have been fine. He would have preferred Rey or Richard, but Chih Tian was fine, as long as he didn't turn it into too much of a joke. They all said Yu was flirty, well, it was time to test if he really had such ability.
From this close, staring into someone’s eyes is uncomfortable. Zi Hong would have kept his eyes down to his lips, and Yu would probably also not look straight at him. This time, however, he glances up and catches Chih Tian’s gaze. The other man seems a bit surprised by this, but he smiles. It’s an attractive smile with dimples and Yu takes it back - Chih Tian might actually be the best one for this.
He would normally try to draw in his lips and use his teeth at the end, but as he turns his head sideways, and leans in closer, his lips brush Chih Tian’s. It might have gone entirely unnoticed by anyone but at the moment it happens, Chih Tian blinks his eyes and draws back a bit in surprise, so if someone was watching closely they would not miss it.
Zi Hong’s face betrays no sign of anything, as the others laugh at the game and Chih Tian’s startlement, just as Yu expected. He glances down and sees Zi Hong’s hand, held in a fist. That is his only indication.
Evan corners him on his way back from the toilet.
“What was that for? What, are you secretly into Chih Tian or something?” Evan asks and Yu has to laugh at the idea.
“Dude, I had to watch Zi Hong stop himself from stepping forward, really, why –“ Evan jokes but stops himself abruptly, “wait. Oh, that’s mean.”
Yu isn’t going to negate because it was mean.
“Come on, why do you have to test him? Don’t be cruel.”
Yu understands then that Evan thinks this is a game. He thinks Yu is playing to learn if Zi Hong would react to such a thing, for nothing else than his own amusement.
“I’m not trying to test him.”
He knows Zi Hong will get jealous. The only thing he doesn’t know is how jealous he has to be, in order to show it.
Evan keeps looking at him disapprovingly while Yu one-ups his game in stages. He sits close to Ray and drapes his arm around Richard’s shoulders. Surprisingly, he doesn’t even need to do much at times, except for being close and looking at them. He giggles when Chih Tian corrects the collar of his Yukata.
At one point, he himself is taken aback when Richard stares at him and reaches his hand to his face. It turns out it’s just to fix Yu’s hair that fell out of place, but for a moment he’s startled. His eyes travel to Zi Hong and he sees the man almost rise from the table. The one who does rise is Evan.
“All right, I know Yu is cute,” Evan says to Richard, pulling him back to his place at the table, “but that’s no reason to make me jealous,” he jokes, but Yu knows it is not directed at Richard.
Really, if Evan wasn’t against it, Yu would have thought he was the one who obtained the other guys’ help. They are more daring than ever, especially Chih Tian and Ray, as they pat the place on the floor between them for Yu to sit and proceed to joke with him. He wonders if it is the Yukata, or the fact that he is more open to their jokes and doesn’t hide behind Zi Hong’s back.
Then he realizes why, when Ray comments on Yu’s cute, round cheeks, touching one with his finger. He says it while looking at Zi Hong, he even asks for his opinion and Zi Hong barely holds in his irritation when he answers. Those two are trying to piss Zi Hong off, and they are using the fact that Yu’s playing along.
In fact, it is Yu who uses them, but it was good to know he wasn’t the only mean one. But Zi Hong is still holding it in, just drinking more, and answering jokingly to their teasing. Even when Chih Tian suggests Yu should sit on Ray’s lap, and Yu does, to the astonishment of everybody, Zi Hong only stares, open-mouthed.
Ray looks up at him with shock, though his hand travels automatically to Yu’s back to help him keep balance.
“You’re a good boy, today,” he says and Yu blinks. He thought he was supposed to be the flirty one here.
He feels a bit silly when he smiles back and answers.
“Am I?” making his voice lower, not the cute tone they all laugh at.
He sees something flit through Ray’s eyes and he becomes embarrassed suddenly, forcing himself off his lap.
‘You’re an actor,’ he admonishes himself, trying to get back his bearings, ‘you can take pretending to be seductive. None of that shyness now.’
He notices most of them are finished with their drinks so he undertakes the task of filling their glasses. He tries to look attractive while he does it, but he would not have thought that could be the thing that breaks Zi Hong’s resolve.
When he puts down the bottle, he is pulled back against Zi Hong’s chest and there are hands wrapping around his middle.
“What are you?” Zi Hong whispers against his ear and Yu’s body trembles at his low voice, “a geisha, to be filling everyone’s glass like that?”
He’s aware everyone’s staring at them. Zi Hong too, must be aware of it, because in a moment he frees Yu from his grasp and stands up.
“I drank too much, I’m going to leave early,” he informs the other guys, and makes his escape.
“I’m going to make sure he makes it to his room,” Yu throws to them and he’s up on his feet before Zi Hong’s even out of the room.
He stalks the hotel corridor in a fast pace, and Yu has to run a bit to catch up. He finally pulls on Zi Hong’s hand to turn around.
“I’m sorry,” Zi Hong says, before Yu has a chance to speak up, “I drank too much and –“
Yu knows the gesture that comes after the words, when Zi Hong covers his eyes with his hand. It’s a gesture he often saw on Gao Shi De, but it’s Zi Hong that has given it to him as a sign of distress.
“Lin Zi Hong,” he calls with his softest voice and takes the hand gently of Zi Hong’s eyes.
The other man gasps at this and when they eyes meet, Yu feels as if his heart will jump out of his ribcage. He walks back easily, when Zi Hong moves forward and his back is against the wall a lot faster than he suspected.
Zi Hong stops before he reaches his lips and such fear fills Yu that he’s almost on the point of dragging Zi Hong in. He is still so afraid of rejection. He lets them remain suspended for a moment. Was Zi Hong’s control of himself returning? That would not do.
Yu gives him a teasing smile.
"What? You wanna play pocky?"
It works. Zi Hong startles, glanced up into his eyes and a second later his lips are over Yu's. Such relief fills Yu, he can’t stop himself from moving forward and kissing Zi Hong back immediately. When this step is passed, Yu doesn’t feel the need to hold himself back. He likes that they already have a common rhythm. They are already familiar with the way the other moved and tasted, but it doesn’t take anything away from their excitement. He feels that every kiss with Zi Hong is his first one, every one is special. Zi Hong's body leans more into him, with his leg between his, and his tongue attacking his mouth while the hand rumpled the kimono. Yu feels that the corridor might not be such a great place for this, but he doesn’t know how to stop. If Zi Hong wanted, Yu would have let them kiss in front of everyone in that meeting, would have given himself over.
***
Zi Hong doesn't even notice what he’s doing. He does it softly, puts his hands on Zi Hong's waist and his foot between Zi Hong's, distracts him by sucking on his tongue. Before he can do anything about it, Yu makes him step back, pushes him to walk without seeing the road. He isn’t aware that Yu pushed him against the door to Yu's room.
Only when Yu manages to get out the card and the door opens with a melody, Zi Hong falling a bit back, does their kiss end. Yu steps inside after him and closes the door, which results in a strange, tense silence. At last, Zi Hong seems to realize where he is and what he’s doing.
Yu is scared he would leave, but he feigns nonchalance as he passes Zi Hong, brushing against his shoulder.
"In or out?" he asks when Zi Hong follows him with eyes only.
He seems uncertain. Yu doesn't know what to do, so he stares back. Slowly, he reaches his hands to the sash holding his yukata together, Zi Hong’s eyes following his every move. He doesn't open it, only teases the possibility, and he’s glad when Zi Hong seems disappointed by him stopping.
Without words, he turns around and walks further into the room. The light in the corridor is automatic, but the room has a more subdued light coming from outside. He throws himself onto the bed, spreads himself all over it on his back and covers his eyes with his hand. These moments of the silent dark must be the tensest in his life, until he hears the soft steps. Aeons pass until there is a body over him. He has no courage to look yet, and almost jumps when he feels a hesitant hand on his body, unwrapping the sash.
This seems as if Zi Hong is taking off more than just layers of his clothing. Is he doing it slowly because he’s like a child with a present? Or does he just enjoy tormenting Yu?
He hears Zi Hong's sharp intake of breath when most of his body is uncovered. The Yukata is still pooling around his two sides, and he has underwear, but he feels naked.
He doesn’t want to open his eyes yet. He is too nervous to see if Zi Hong even looks at him, or if his eyes are half-closed and unfocused, like they had been that night he was smashed. It is Zi Hong who takes Yu’s hand away, brings it to his lips, and kisses the inside of it. Yu opens his eyes slowly, and when he meets Zi Hong’s eyes his lips curl at the corners.
He sees me, Yu thinks, and uses the hand that Zi Hong was kissing to bring him closer by the back of his head and kiss his lips again. He wants me.
He feels intoxicated by the closeness of the other man, but it’s still through clothes. His other hand travels down to sneak beneath Zi Hong’s shirt and touch his warm stomach. This warmness of his skin, of the inside of his mouth feels like a drug, because Yu can sense the life, the energy that makes the mechanism of Zi Hong’s body work. And he wants to feel more of it, wants to feel it directly.
Zi Hong helps him take the shirt off and Yu knows what to expect, he had seen Zi Hong without his shirt before, but it still takes his breath away. He can’t control the hands that move to caress the expanse of that dark, sculpted chest. Zi Hong lets him roam, while his own hands travel to Yu's thighs. Yu can’t stop a small sound of surprise at that and Zi Hong laughs at him. In retaliation, Yu scraps his nail over Zi Hong’s nipple, but the gasp that gets does not make him want to laugh.
So he's sensitive there, Yu thinks with marvel. He needs further data, needs it right now.
Zi Hong is a strong and heavy man, so when Yu pushes himself up, it accomplishes nothing except bringing their bodies closer. Which is all well and good, but it isn’t Yu's point.
When he lifts his knee up and cages Zi Hong's hip, it also doesn’t work and has the added disadvantage of Zi Hong kneading his thigh harshly and sucking the skin behind Yu’s ear. And Yu really tries to keep that high-pitched, surprised exclamation inside but it just escapes.
"So cute," Zi Hong sniggers into his ear before kissing it softly. 'Cute' isn’t exactly what he wants to be to Zi Hong right now, and it makes him a little irritable. This time, he uses real strength to push on Zi Hong's shoulders, and the other moves up with a worried expression.
Yu doesn’t answer his probing gaze and just keeps pushing until he manages to turn Zi Hong around and straddle him. Below him, Zi Hong, with his beautiful naked chest and intrigued eyes, looks like a freshly served dish. How is this man so handsome? It is a crime against innocent victims the likes of Yu.
He is trembling with the need to taste, but he leans down slowly, teasingly. His first kiss on Zi Hong's peck is feather-light, dry. He keeps his lips there, lets them feel the vibrations of Zi Hong's heartbeat, the melody of his quickening breath.
Then he sticks out his tongue and licks across it, making Zi Hong's body under him start up. He’s meticulous about sucking and licking Zi Hong's hard nipple, and is rewarded with harsh exclamations of his name and a hand in his hair pulling him closer. Zi Hong almost doesn’t let him change to the other nipple.
"Cute," Yu says with a smirk against his skin, and Zi Hong chuckles back.
Yu doesn't quite mean to bite on the nipple, but when Zi Hong's hand changes from going up and down his back to squeezing his buttock, it kind of happens on its own. Zi Hong jolts up at the pain, making Yu sit up straighter on top of him too.
"Ow," Zi Hong complains, but laughs right after. Though the laughter quickly dies on his lips when Yu has to change his position to keep balance, and now he can feel Zi Hong directly. Even though the layers of clothing, Yu can guess how hard he is, how big. Zi Hong can undoubtedly feel him too and it results in the most awkward close distance stare-down in his life.
Zi Hong's eyes hold no answers, just more questions. His hand moves to cradle Yu's cheek and Yu snuggles into it, uses the chance to close his eyes.
He didn't expect they would come this far. When he made his very disorganized plan he did not quite consider that it might actually work. When he hid the lube and the condoms in the hotel room, never did he think they might actually be used tonight. He didn't think he would want to use them, because yes, he had been curious, but he was also terrified of the very prospect of going all the way when he had never been with a man before.
But now, when he feels Zi Hong's cock against him, so real and close to him, this unexplainable want is switched on. What the hell is this? His heart seems to be in his throat and his mouth is dry, his head pulsing, between excitement and terror. Why, why did his body want this, when there were so many other ways they could go? Less scary ways. Much less embarrassing ways.
Zi Hong must sense his sudden turmoil by the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat and his tightening muscles.
"Yang Yu Teng?" his voice brings Yu back to reality, "are you alright? Do you want me to -" before Zi Hong can suggest stopping, Yu covers his mouth. Zi Hong stares up at him scandalized.
"Will you give me a moment?" Yu asks, swallowing nervously, "don't move from here."
Zi Hong nods his head and Yu escapes to the bathroom. Oh god, oh god, what did he think?
The first thing he does is turning on the shower water. It’s a splendid idea, as it turns out. Standing under the water has the benefits of calming him down and cleaning him of sweat, and only one disadvantage of teasing his feverish body. He doesn’t want to take it cold, afraid it would burn away his aroused state, and he needs some of it desperately to even try attempting what he wanted.
In reality, the shower is short, but he doesn’t turn off the water. It’s better to let Zi Hong think he was taking a long bath.
After rubbing the wetness off with a towel, he arranges a dry one on the toilet seat lid. Then he takes the lube out from a drawer.
He had attempted it once before. Not so long ago, really. His feelings for Zi Hong weren't as clear to him then, though of course, Zi Hong had his part in making him try it. Though perhaps it was unconscious at that time. He just - he had been curious. Curious how it would feel for Shu Yi. That was what he thought about then, what he imagined – Shu Yi, trying it out, Shi De's name on his lips. Or maybe Shi De would be the one to show him, to teach him about this unknown pleasure. There were many options Yu imagined.
The last time was Shui Yi's, this time belonged to Yu. But thanks to that previous time, he’s prepared for how uncomfortable the beginning will be. He runs the thumb of his free hand over the head of his cock to help himself relax. The lubed finger approaching is his, but he still jumps when he feels its coolness against his opening. But he pushes on because he doesn’t want to waste time on his doubt when Zi Hong is behind the door, waiting.
And he really is waiting. Yu had feared he had gone to sleep or got bored and left. But he’s there. What's more, Zi Hong had taken off his trousers, so now he’s splayed against the headboard in his underwear only. Yu’s pulse quickens when he sees Zi Hong’s hand, hidden beneath the underwear, moving sluggishly up and down.
The fact that Zi Hong immediately looks up from his phone is a bit of a problem. Yu had forgone his own underwear, and although he’s covered with the yukata, he feels the slickness of lube inside him, the emptiness his fingers left. It’s making his whole face hot. The only solution is to get to Zi Hong as quickly as possible, so Yu won’t feel his focused gaze.
When he straddles Zi Hong's lap once more, he immediately hides his face in the crook of Zi Hong's neck. Zi Hong uses the occasion to take a whiff of his skin.
"So nice," he comments, his tongue peeking out to taste, "do you want me to take a shower too?"
Yu shakes his head against Zi Hong's shoulder. He doesn't mind that Zi Hong smells of sweat and alcohol. In fact, he kind of likes it, their combined smell of sweat, hot skin and the shower gel. This realization is probably only making his ears redder.
"We could have taken one together,” Zi Hong jokes with the echo of Gao Shi De's taunt.
Yu’s getting impatient with the embarrassment he feels every passing minute. He uses the hand that holds closed his yukata to bring Zi Hong's hand down, to let him feel the wetness between his legs. He isn’t able to say it, so he has to show the other.
The gasp Zi Hong emits is otherworldly.
“Yu-“ he stammers, “you didn’t have to – we don’t have to –“
Yu shushes the nervous words and starts kissing his neck, while his hand invites Zi Hong's fingers to roam around his hole, to slowly put the tip of one inside. Zi Hong's mouth is wide open in shock and Yu makes a move to kiss him, using this chance to put his tongue inside.
He lets go of Zi Hong's hand, but he doesn’t draw it back. Curious fingers start exploring, tingling his insides. Yu, in turn, lets his hands go elsewhere, down to Zi Hong's lap, to pull at his boxers. He isn’t going to lie, he opens his eyes to sneak a peek and see Zi Hong in all his glory. He’s fascinated to see Zi Hong's hips quiver when Yu pulls on his cock. It is a living thing, reacting to his touch. Though he has one of his own, he treats it like a new toy. He examines it, teases it, makes Zi Hong moan into his mouth with his touches. But it’s all fair because Zi Hong's fingers are doing their own examination inside him.
Yu pulls himself away from Zi Hong's lips and leaves his cock to push Zi Hong's fingers out of himself. He can’t vocalize it, but his meaningful look seems to be enough.
"Can I? Right away?" Zi Hong asks, doubtful suddenly.
The whole point of Yu's preparation in the bathroom was so that Zi Hong could, but that is too many words.
"Slow," Yu answers.
Zi Hong gulps, which stands starkly out in comparison to his next action, which is to pull Yu closer by the hips.
It turns out Yu had seriously miscalculated how much it would hurt. What was all that lube and time he sacrificed for if it still fucking hurt?
Yu bits on his lip to stop a whimper, but Zi Hong notices, of course he does. It would be hard not to, with how tight Yu is around him, with how his body quivers.
It’s a relief when Zi Hong pulls out, but then Yu’s filled with dread. Zi Hong is moving Yu off himself. Yu prevents it with a desperate grip on Zi Hong’s wrist.
"Don't go," he begs.
Zi Hong smiles and kisses his forehead.
"Calm down, I'm not going anywhere," he answers, "let's try it a bit differently."
Yu understands what he means only when he succeeds in lifting Yu off and turns him around. Yu is now laid on his stomach, his only view the duvet beneath. He tenses with anticipation when he feels Zi Hong's frame suspended over him.
But Zi Hong does not enter him. What he does is slowly taking off Yu's rumpled Yukata, leaving Yu completely naked beneath him. And then Yu feels Sam's hand gripping the low of his back and his thumbs start massaging that point just over Yu's hole, where his back ended. His thumbs press in slow circles and Yu’s body decides to gradually let go of the tenseness.
Zi Hong's tongue is adding to it by going down Yu's spine. Yu exhales a sigh of relief and just allows himself to feel it. His body arches towards Zi Hong's hands, his mouth. He doesn’t tense back quite so much, when he feels the head of Zi Hong's cock poke his entrance, and Zi Hong kept massaging the muscles above to keep it that way.
It still hurts when Zi Hong gets all the way in, but Yu is calmer this time. He allows himself time to adjust around it.
"All right?" Zi Hong asks.
His strained voice makes a shiver run through Yu. It’s no secret that Zi Hong has a very sexy voice, and now it gets throatier. It’s this voice that carries Yu through the beginning phase. Zi Hong keeps checking in on him, keeps asking if he can move, if Yu feels any pain. Yu lets himself be swept by the prickling sensations, by the growing heat. He’s almost unfocused when it stops aching, almost comfortable with being filled like this. Still too full but the slow in and out is nice.
But when Zi Hong manages to find the point inside that makes his whole nervous system scream, it is no longer nice.
"Again," he orders, canting his hips up.
"Did I hit -"
"Again," Yu just repeats, ashamed at the urgency in his voice.
Zi Hong complies, making Yu gasp. Oh fucking god. He knows what this is, but he had not imagined it would feel like this. It didn’t when he managed to brush against it with his fingers before.
"Aga-ah!" he doesn't even get to finish the word. He’s not sure what it is - the sounds he makes or the arching of his body, but it seems to stir Zi Hong. He no longer goes slow. Yu can hear Zi Hong pant into his ear, can feel his hand grab the one Yu fisted into the sheets. A moment after, it returns to Yu’s hip, along the other to grip Yu firmly, to draw him back, simultaneously pushing into him.
Sam is no longer gentle, and Yu marvels at that strength that controls him, unmakes him from the inside. He can do little else than groan and grip the sheets. He can't even put his hand on his own swelled cock. The only stimulation it gets is from the sheets below.
"Zi Hong," Yu says, his voice weirdly distorted, "I want to see your face."
What he meant was for Zi Hong to maybe put his face next to his and kiss him. He doesn’t expect that Zi Hong will pull out and harshly turn him around. He arranges Yu's body, takes one of his legs up onto his shoulder.
“So flexible,” Zi Hong comments in his low voice, biting on Yu’s ankle.
“Pervert,” Yu complains in Japanese, but he has no time to be embarrassed by being spread in this way because the depth this new position allows Zi Hong makes his eyes roll back.
In the end, he doesn’t really see much of Zi Hong pounding into him. He can feel Zi Hong is on the edge. It doesn’t surprise him when the thrusts became more frantic. He just pulls Zi Hong closer and clings to his arms, while Zi Hong spasms and comes inside him. Yu is the pervert then, for wondering how it would feel without a condom, and being weirdly excited at the prospect.
"I'm sorry, you didn't-" Zi Hong leaps up, after a moment of resting on top of Yu.
“It’s fine.”
"It's not fine," Zi Hong answers with exasperation.
He is about to comment on that, but Zi Hong closes Yu’s lips with his. Then the lips start moving down his body, his mouth descending on Yu's cock, leaving him breathless. This time, he lets Yu control the speed.
***
For those few moments in which he can calmly watch Zi Hong's sleeping face, the soft morning light giving his skin a beautiful glow, Yu is the happiest person alive. Then, Zi Hong opens his eyes. At first, he doesn't seem to see much through them, but after blinking a few times, his gaze focuses on Yu. Yu expects confusion. He doesn't think Zi Hong drank so much that his memory would be impaired, but some of it may be unclear. But confusion is only there for a second. What Zi Hong gives him is a straight-up glare.
"Yang Yu Teng," his voice is icy, "you planned all of this, didn't you?"
Yu's heart stops at the words.