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Chen Jingshen’s touch feels unbearably hot, like blazing fires trailing on his skin and burning until they brush against his very core. It always makes Yu Fan tremble in its intimacy, in its vulnerability. Rather than a feeling on his skin, it’s more akin to a warm soft caress than seeps into his very being until he’s dependent on it. Dependent on the reassuring comfortability of that hand he left himself bare to.
It’s when he’s with Chen Jingsheng that Yu Fan knows he can let himself go and fall, rest on his firm figure that carries him so effortlessly, that supports him and holds him in his hands and strong arms and in that gaze of his that drags him in until he loses all worry and thought.
Chen Jingshen’s wide hand sends countless shivers down Yu Fan’s spine, the feeling so foreign and yet familiar. It makes him feel cold and hot at the same time as it travels from his beating chest up to his neck, lingering as if about to grasp it and press his thumb on the soft skin, before tangling his fingers in his hair and gripping hard. Chen Jingshen drags his head to turn his gaze back to him, instead of letting him hide it into the pillow. Yu Fan can’t contain the embarrassing gasp that escapes his trembling lips, though are they trembling if his whole body is? But how can he not when the pull of his hair, the slight pain on his scalp sends hot liquid pleasure pooling down over his belly.
The mixture of pain and pleasure makes him tighten all over; his hands clamp and press until his nails leave a red dent where he’s holding onto Chen Jingshen for dear life, as if he were the only sturdy rock he could rely on. Yu Fan’s painfully aware of the wet sticky prodding spreading him open as he unconsciously squeezes around it, the ever present reminder of what exactly they’re doing. The thought makes him tense up again with a shiver, squeeze the legs hanging around the waist keeping him open. His mind feels fuzzy and his heart warms up at the little smile that perks up Chen Jingshen’s soft thin lips; Yu Fan can’t help resting his lingering gaze on them with the urge to slam his own against them.
The grip on his hair relaxes ever so slightly as Chen Jingshen seems to read his mind and lowers himself closer to him. Yu Fan flutters his eyes shut with a sigh, the other’s warm breath building the tight anticipation in his stomach. It almost hurts as he keeps on waiting without feeling the expected weight of Chen Jingsheng’s lips making Yu Fan’s mouth open and soft. Their mingling breaths and the teasing brush of their lips leave him confused and frustrated.
Something, most likely his patience, cracks inside him. Yu Fan presses his fingers harder in Chen Jingshen’s muscles with need as he pushes chin forward to finally feel those lips on him. But he doesn't. The lack of warm air tempting him makes everything seem somehow colder. He snaps his eyes open to see Chen Jingshen’s shaky figure, silky hair hanging low like curtains hiding his downturned expression.
Yu Fan grits his teeth, impatient. “Chen Jingshen, don’t you dare-”
He’s cut off by the desired press of Chen Jingshen’s still smiling lips. It frustrates him just how easily that irritation melts away with one simple touch. Yu Fan decides to communicate that by pressing himself even closer against him, harsh and wanting, but the fingers in his hair tighten again and keep him firm in place. Chen Jingshen takes advantage of his widened gasping mouth to slip his tongue in; it kind of annoys Yu Fan just how good Chen Jingshen is, how good it feels, but as long as he enjoys it he can’t really complain. And the fact he can't move away because Chen Jingshen won't allow it, because he wants to properly please and take care of him sends a thrill down his spine, which is worsened by the sudden and strong press of Chen Jingshen’s fingers on that spot that makes Yu Fan’s mind light and dizzy with desire.
The kiss is hot and wet exactly how he likes it, leaving him panting and yearning for more when Chen Jingshen lifts himself away, parting their lips with heavy breaths. The grasp in Yu Fan's hair loosens to pet his head, soothing him with pats and light fluttery kisses on the moles on his face, and on his neck as pushes his fingers in and out of him with a dirty slick sound, his movements sharp. It sounds so loud in the silence of their room.
Yu Fan leans on that palm, nuzzling against it as he gazes at the other, as if the mere sight of him relaxes him enough that he can handle just about anything the night and Chen Jingshen will offer him. He causes and soothes away the shivers running all over his body with each press and spreading of his fingers, long and precise like only Chen Jingshen could be. Of course the top student would be just as ruthless and perfect right now.
But as Chen Jingshen lowers his face to cover one of his pert nipples with his startling hot mouth, Yu Fan remembers he's also a terrible man that likes teasing him to tears. He can already feel the prickling behind his eyes growing hotter at the brush of his teeth, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by it all.
“Chen Jingshen…” Yu Fan falls silent when Chen Jingshen’s eyes focus on him at the call of his name, looking at him as if he were the most precious thing in the world. It makes his heart squeeze and his lungs constrict, knowing he’s wanted.
Chen Jingshen pulls away, and the wetness on his chest remains as if to remind him what he just enjoyed. “Yu Fan,” he responds with a low voice that caresses Yu Fan's ear, like the sweetest of sounds.
Yu Fan squeezes the thighs around his waist and wraps his legs behind him, pushing him closer, while also slapping a hand over his wrist and pushing it, trying to make him pull his fingers out. It doesn't budge. Yu Fan glares at Chen Jingshen, who simply stares at him faking innocence, incomprehension. “Just- Hurry up and do it!”
“Do what?” He tilts his head, running his gaze all over Yu Fan, admiring his naked skin, botched with the occasional red mark claiming him as Chen Jingshen’s, like it’s the first time he sees him bare like that. It always makes Yu Fan feel a bit self-conscious, especially when Chen Jingshen’s body looks…
He feels himself throb; everything is too much, everything isn't enough and he can only claw at Chen Jingshen, trying to force him in vain. His face feels hotter than before, his seemingly weak pulls making his stomach twist and his blood boil. Yu Fan already knows his cheeks have grown redder under Chen Jingshen's clear, wanting eyes.
“You know what,” he says breathly with a light glare, unwilling to say that unspoken part out loud.
Chen Jingshen hums a second later, and Yu Fan dares hope he’ll finally fuck him. “This?” he asks with a calm slow voice, the complete opposite of the sharp push of his fingers inside him. Yu Fan can't retort, can't complain because he can't think straight, or think at all, that white pulsating pleasure crashing into his body at the pressure inside him. He doesn't notice he's been tearing up until Chen Jingshen softly thumbs the tears away, full of care.
The tension in Yu Fan's body pulls his muscles taught like strings Chen Jingshen plays with expert fingers. He's a trembling leaf in the wind that is Chen Jingshen's whims and he's barely holding onto the bare thread of sanity that separates him from dignity and from coming before even really starting anything, so much earlier than Chen Jingshen.
“You- Chen Jingshen-” He's unable to utter more than those three words, thoughts jumbled in his head just like the feelings of overwhelming pleasure and frustrating anticipation in his body. Panting, Yu Fan bites his lip trying to control himself, squeezing his eyes closed.
He feels Chen Jingshen let out a shaky breath, warm and wet like everything about the two of them. “I know,” he simply says before leaning down to kiss him, his hardness brushing against his in what feels like a spark of electricity on his red sensitive skin.
He slips his fingers out with a squelch that would make anyone but Chen Jingshen blush; Yu Fan can already imagine the stains on the bed and probably on the pillow from the copious amounts of lube he always ends up being the victim of. He'd sigh in relief, knowing he'll finally get what he wants, if it weren't for the gaping emptiness that makes him squirm and twist, squeeze tight, so uncomfortable Yu Fan almost wishes Chen Jingshen’s fingers had never been taken away from him. The kissing, sucking and biting only leave him desiring more, lost in the feeling. But Chen Jingshen is there with him, holding him, guiding him. Yu Fan lets him.
“It’s okay,” his low murmur reaches for him through the haze.
“I know,” Yu Fan hisses despite the words relaxing his clenching muscles. “I don’t need you to tell me, but to just do it.”
Chen Jingshen just hums, with a lilt of unveiled amusement. The wet hand resting on Yu Fan’s thigh, holding it up, grips it to drag it away from his waist, letting it fall on the mattress. “Relax.” Yu Fan forces himself to relax even further, though he doesn’t know if he’s actually able to. Still, the petting on his hair seems close enough to a praise.
The loss of his weight on his leg, though, makes him tense up again, just like the feeling of Chen Jingshen’s cock brushing against his hole; knowing what awaits him doesn’t stop that nervousness from gathering in the endless pit in his stomach. Looking at the standing figure looming between his legs, holding his hardness against him makes his heart beat so fast and hard his whole body moves with it. Yu Fan doesn’t notice just how much that swooping feeling affected him until Chen Jingshen pushed inside, the sensation of being spread open uncomfortable and yet so fulfilling it leaves him heaving a pant.
The warmth that envelops his cock makes him jump, startled by the rippling pleasure that contrasts the fullness spearing in him, pushing further in. He doesn’t mind that his head isn’t being pet anymore. “Yu Fan, relax.” Yu Fan gasps for breath, chest snapping with each inhale and exhale. He almost doesn’t recognise the light sound that escapes his lips, so close to a pathetic whine Yu Fan wishes he simply had no voice. His face feels hot; his chest feels hot and tight, like the hold around his dick, torturing him with trembling pleasure he doesn’t need, not when he’s so close, not when he wants to come with Chen Jingshen.
To avoid any more embarrassments, Yu Fan ignores everything he’s been told so far, hooks his legs around Chen Jingshen’s waist, pushing him further in with a squeeze, while also shifting his arms to desperately cling onto his shoulders, bringing him closer to him with a drag of his nails. Chen Jingshen moans lightly as he sinks further inside Yu Fan, the warmth sucking him in just like the sweet scent of his skin as he buries his nose on the hollow between his shoulder and neck, his safe place.
Before Yu Fan can even try telling him what he wants, Chen Jingshen has already wrapped his hand on his waist, holding him hard enough to leave marks behind and to pull Yu Fan against him, burying himself completely. Yu Fan bites his lip, unable to stop the breathy moan from escaping; it’s overwhelming just how easily it stretches him, slides inside, so deep where Chen Jingshen made room for himself just moments earlier, as he has done countless times before. Yu Fan wants to move away from the feeling, wants to move even closer until it’s etched inside him.
He stays still, resting his head on the pillow and clinging even more onto Chen Jingshen, his chest touching his, his leaking cock uncomfortably trapped in his hold between their stomachs. Yu Fan’s legs start itching and burning from their stretching now that Chen Jingshen isn’t looming over him, but lying on top of him, pushing his thighs further apart. If he had hurried up, Yu Fan wouldn’t have had to force his hand and be aching from the pull of his muscles; he ignores the fact he never tries bettering his flexibility, or that the blame weighs on them both. Chen Jingshen shall bear the responsibility this once.
Noticing that he hasn’t moved yet despite his restlessness, allowing the both of them to get used to the feeling, Chen Jingshen presses his lips onto Yu Fan’s soft damp cheek. “Good boy,” he smiles, pleased.
Yu Fan shivers against him with a whiny gasp, but he just spits out, “I’m not a dog, why this useless praise?”
Ignoring his pants and grasping, Chen Jingshen slowly drags himself out. “Because you’re good for me,” before thrusting back in, his groan echoed by Yu Fan.
Yu Fan lets out a shaky sigh when Chen Jingshen’s warm hands leaves his hardness to slam beside his head instead, by the pillow, resting his forearm for support as he drags out with seemingly agonising slowness and snaps forward to press against that spot that leaves him gasping and breathless. Hot rushes travel all over his body with each tide of pleasure that ripples from Chen Jingshen’s pushing into him, spreading him.
Pants and moans and whines echo so loudly in the quiet room, forcing Yu Fan to hear each and every sound Chen Jingshen makes by his ear, low and heavy; each sound he makes, pleasure clearly pitching his voice or leaving him soundless much to his chagrin.
His muscles burn but he doesn't care, too lost in what Chen Jingshen is giving him with his cock, with his pressing presence, with his firm strong touch, with his kisses and bites among their mingling pants. His scalp suddenly hurts at the pull of his hair in Chen Jingshen’s grasp, arching his neck backwards for him to suck and nip red spots on his neck, free for him to admire and adorn however much he wishes. It feels so good. So so good.
Despite the strength and harshness in the thrusts, in the crushing press of his fingers on his waist, in the pain in scalp, in the wet overpowering kisses, in the weight of the body above him enveloping him whole, Yu Fan finds himself about to reach his peak, the gnawing emptiness in his stomach filled with Chen Jingshen’s cock. Or maybe it’s because of them. But Yu Fan doesn’t want it to end so soon; he squeezes his eyes shut, forcing the built up tears to roll down his cheeks. At least this way he doesn’t see Chen Jingshen’s piercing gaze focused on his every reaction, though he does feel it burning on him.
He wants even more.
“W-wait,” Yu Fan somehow manages to say in his panting. Chen Jingshen immediately stops with a frustrated groan, and now that the constant stimulation has stopped, he understands why. It’s painful, like slowly tearing off a bandaid just to press it back onto the skin just as it was about to come off. “Wait,” he repeats, trying to gather his thoughts.
“Okay?” Chen Jingshen frowns, starting to pull himself out of him, releasing Yu Fan from his grasp. Even if it’s torture, at least it should make things easier to continue once Yu Fan’s spoken up. He lets go of Chen Jingshen’s shoulders to raise himself onto his elbows, offering a curt nod to him to soothe his worries away. He’s already starting to regret asking him to stop, the clenching of his hole painful and embarrassing, but the idea of what they could be doing is exciting enough he pushes through that.
“Do it from behind,” Yu Fan stares resolutely into his eyes. Chen Jingsheng blinks back at him; he does the same. Then he frowns, “Did you hear-”
“From behind?” he hears back, as if asking for confirmation, an explanation.
Yu Fan nods again. Then he adds, looking to the side and avoiding his intense stare, “It feels better…” He lets the word trail off into quietness.
“En,” Chen Jingshen agrees soon after, before easily flipping him over his stomach, making his hardness press painfully against the mattress. Yu Fan groans, burying his face into the pillow instead of letting his forearms raise him, wanting to hide his reaction though he knows it’s impossible. His body flinches, unconsciously trying to get more of the feeling. Chen Jingshen doesn’t allow that to happen for long, because he raises his hips and plunges back inside, the entrance eased open with one simple thrust. Yu Fan’s barely able to be grateful of the fact he didn’t have to present himself instead, the pleasure coursing through his body like flashes of light making him lose any hint of rationale.
Chen Jingshen moves his hair away from his nape and kisses the hot skin, so soft and careful it makes Yu Fan tear up again. “I’ll make you feel even better.” It sounds like a promise, like a threat.
What comes after seems even more ruthless than what he was doing before, as if those words had activated something in Chen Jingshen; the need to bring Yu Fan to the brink of destruction, which is more akin to pleasure than he had ever thought before meeting him. His thrusts keep pushing him forward, and Yu Fan doesn’t have the strength to keep himself up, his arms trembling at each attempt; so he just lets Che Jingshen shove him onto the pillow he can only cling to as he tries to resist the continuous liquid hot pleasure flowing down to his lower stomach, wrapping all around him like vines that won’t let him ignore how much Yu Fan’s enjoying it.
The hand that snakes its way to hold his neck startles him. Fingers wrap around him into a firm grip before his head is pushed upwards along with it, forced to face Chen Jingshen as he keeps on thrusting in him, his other hand keeping Yu Fan’s waist pressed against him to meet each of his movements. “Don’t do that, you'll suffocate,” he admonishes him. Yu Fan doesn't have the time to tell him that he is the one suffocating him before Chen Jingshen leans down and his lips touch his, his tongue prying his mouth open until it's ply and soft. It leaves him dizzy and breathless, his lungs constricting and his hot heart beating fast.
Yu Fan doesn't know how or when, but he ends up coming held up by Chen Jingshen's arms on his shoulders and waist, back against chest as burning pleasure seems to overflow out of him, his eyes prickling hot and his muscles pulled taunt. The final twitch of his last splurt leaves him boneless, and he doesn't have enough energy to care about the wetness filling him inside, trailing down his thighs.
Yu Fan only cares about those hands and arms he knows so well, holding him tight as Chen Jingshen nuzzles against him like a satisfied purring cat. His hands travel all over his body, soothing his aches and tiredness away as much as he can.
He brings his shaky hand up to the arm still clung around him, holding it fixed in place so that Chen Jingshen won't let him go. Yu Fan feels his chest still heave under his own arm.
A low murmur reaches his ears even in their pants and sighs, “Did you like it better?”
It takes a moment for Yu Fan to understand what he's talking about. Clenching his teeth, he frowns through the warmth clinging to his cheeks and turns around to glare at Chen Jingshen. He looks stupidly stunning, lying down on the bed with sweat clinging to his skin and messy hair spread on the pillow. “Who said it was for me?”
“It wasn't?” He slightly tilts his head.
“No,” Yu Fan continues stubbornly. He wonders if he's imagining the twitch on Chen Jingshen's lips.
“Then I shouldn't do it again.” Yu Fan stares at him, not understanding. “I only want to do what feels better for Yu Fan.”
Yu Fan feels a thump on his chest, as if his heart were about to stop from the shock. Hastily he tries to save the situation, “I didn't say it felt bad, do you listen when I talk?”
“So you liked it?”
Yu Fan's had enough. He turns around and tries leaping away from him to run and hide himself in the bathroom; but the arms wrapped around him stop him in his tracks. “Okay, I understand,” Chen Jingshen tells him. “Thank you.”
Yu Fan lets out a final hmph, wanting the last word. “You’re welcome,” he grumbles.
Held, tired and comfortable on the bed despite the dried up lube and cum, the night lulls him closer and closer to sleep. Something hard presses behind him.
He hears the smack of a kiss close to his ear, an attempt to cajole him. “Yu Fan, please, one more time?”