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Xie Lian had meant to stop at one drink.
Really, he had.
He was never really someone who could hold his liquor, as people would say. And due to his forever-shrinking friend group, there were very few people whom he trusted enough to fully let his guard down with.
Even his lifelong childhood friends left him after his family's downfall.
Everyone always had a habit of leaving him.
Maybe he just never inspired others to feel the need to stay.
Well, except for the man who held him tight against his chest while promising to never leave him. This man always held stead fast, especially when Xie Lian felt like he would shatter into a million pieces.
God, he loved the feeling of Hua Cheng’s chest pressed against his cheek. It was so soft yet firm and defined. So warm and inviting. It felt like home, something that was exclusively his.
Mmmm… what would it look like to call all of Hua Cheng….his…
Even now Hua Cheng was here, pouring wine for him with that calm, steady hand and that warm disarming smirk that always made Xie Lian’s heart flutter. So, somehow, one drink had become two, then three, and now…
“San Laaanngg,” Xie Lian says in a high-pitched sing-song voice, dragging out his best friend's name like one would taffy. He sways forward slightly, his forehead gently thudding against Hua Cheng’s chest. As always, it was so warm under his cheek. Before he can stop himself he lazily brings a hand to also rest against it, his thumb idly stroking back and forth on Hua Cheng’s peck. Perhaps dangerously close to where his nipple would theoretically be located, but no one needed to know of his impure intentions.
Hua Cheng, steady and attentive as ever, catches him and places a steadying hand on his waist. The firm contact ignites Xie Lian’s skin where they touch, just as it had countless times before. It would happen when Hua Cheng mindlessly cards his fingers through his hair, while they lay on the couch together, totally not snuggling. His awareness would shrink to those single points of contact. The occasional gentle tug on his hair, when Hua Cheng’s fingers would snag on a tangle, would never fail to send a spark of need down his body, settling in his groin. He had lost count how many times his friend had made him hard, from the most innocent of touches.
Xie Lian often found himself day dreaming of what it would feel like to have those strong fingers grab a bundle of hair at the nape of his neck and yank making him crane his neck, forcibly making him lock eyes with the deep onyx one above him. Or using them to hold his face in place as Hua Cheng thrusts…
“Careful Gege,” Hua Cheng murmurs. “You’ll fall.”
“That’s okay…” Xie Lian manages to slur out before he clumsily lifts his hand and boops Hua Cheng’s nose. “I know you will always be here to catch me.” Due to his inebriated state Xie Lian misses the look of pure devotion and quiet simmering desire that spreads across Hua Cheng’s face.
“Mmm…of course Gege.” Hua Cheng says his voice low and coming out right next to his ear, the chest below Xie Lian rumbling with its timbre. A flush travels up Xie Lian’s neck, the tips of his ears pulse with the new heat residing there. Unfortunately, his ears are not the only place his treacherous blood decides to pool, as his dick twitches now half hard. Attempting to stifle a moan, Xie Lian begins coughing.
However, somehow, this is the wrong decision as Hua Cheng looks down at him with deep concern, before glancing behind them. Seeming to find what he was looking for, Hua Cheng reaches forward and unintentionally presses Xie Lian against the kitchen bench. The hard cool marble presses into Xie Lian’s lower back, leaving him nowhere to go, now sandwiched between a rock and a hard place, almost literally.
The space between their bodies disappears and Xie Lian is pressed flush against Hua Cheng, with Hua Cheng’s thigh wedged between his legs. When did that get there? The forward movement causes it to press directly against his dick. The friction this creates feels delicious and draws a low soft moan from Xie Lian, right into Hua Cheng’s ear. The latter instantly freezes, his muscles hardening against Xie Lian.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
A breathy “Gege?” is all Hua Cheng says, as his eye shoots to Xie Lian’s. Hua Cheng’s pupil is distinctly enlarged with thinly veiled desire. As Xie Lian breaks eye contact and glances down, Hua Cheng’s whitening knuckles are tightly gripping the marble bench top.
Left with no choice Xie Lian chooses to feign ignorance and nuzzle his cheek against Hua Cheng’s chest and tightly wrap his arms around Hua Cheng’s torso.
“Mmm…San Lang. I'm hungry.” Xie Lian whines in the tone he knows Hua Cheng can never deny. The request seems to instantly disarm the tightly wound bomb of desire that was Hua Cheng. The hand gripping the marble, for dear life, releases and comes to rest gently against Xie Lian’s cheek, a rough thumb pad stroking his cheekbone tenderly.
“Of course.” Hua Cheng says stepping back from Xie Lian to round the bench and begin rummaging through the fridge.
Xie Lian’s eyes track his every movement, noticing how Hua Cheng’s muscles move subtly beneath his shirt, each movement being deliberate, unconscious, and incredibly maddening. All Xie Lian can do is sit, sip his remaining wine and watch while trying not to drool. The wine was sweet along his tongue as he continued to gulp it down hoping to drown his desire, to little avail.
Every part of him screams to walk over to Hua Cheng and nuzzle his face into his warm, broad, and inviting back, while running his hands tantalising up and down his torso. Maybe he could elicit low breathy moans from the man as he skims his fingers over his awaiting hardening nipples. Rising onto his tip toes Xie Lian could press scolding kisses along Hua Cheng’s neck, driving the man in front of him wild with desire. All the while whispering into his ear ‘be good and focus on cooking for your Gege’. God he wants to tease the man until he breaks. Xie Lian desperately wants Hua Cheng to break and grab him by the hips, pressing him hard into the counter…and fuck him until he can’t walk.
The room suddenly feels suffocatingly warm. Whether it was from the wine, lust, or both he isn't sure. He needs to cool off, he needs out of these stuffy clothes that are clinging uncomfortably tight to his body. While he had deliberately chosen his tight fitting jeans to accentuate his ass and toned legs, they were now clinging too well to other parts he’d rather hide.
For now.
Hua Cheng would be occupied for a little while still, as the pan had only just begun sizzling.
Pushing off of the marble counter Xie Lian turns and begins to make his way across the living room and towards the hallway. “Immma go get changed…I’ll be fast, promise.” Xie Lian calls out over his shoulder to Hua Cheng, drawing the man’s attention away from the pan on the stove. Xie Lian is sure to lock eyes with Hua Cheng and the intensity in which awaits him causes him to sharply inhale. In his distracted state he misses the way Hua Cheng’s eyes quickly rake over his body, and the slow roll of Hua Cheng’s throat as he swallows. All Xie Lian can manage to do is flash him the warmest smile he can before turning and making his way down the hall. He ensures he sways his hips more than necessary, hoping to come off as sensual and alluring, catching Hua Cheng’s gaze.
Xie Lian prayed that the movement looked just like it had when he was roped into practicing “10 moves to seduce your man”, or whatever Shi Qingxuan had found online. And that Hua Cheng didn’t notice the small stumbles. However, Xie Lian was completely unaware of the way Hua Cheng’s gaze narrowed onto the sway of Xie Lian’s hips, the spatula in his hand fighting for its life as it was slowly throttled.
Passing his own plain white door Xie Lian continues till a dark red one accentuated with a silver butterfly mural stands before him. Glancing back down the hall to ensure he isn’t followed, he places a shaky hand on the handle. Slowly turning it, so as to not alert his roommate to the invasion, he opens it just enough to slip inside, before shutting it behind him. While he had been in Hua Cheng’s room numerous times, over the years they have lived together, the wave of his cologne would never fail to make his knees weak.
Hua Cheng’s bedroom was large, quiet, and a little dim even on the brightest of days. The man truly seemed to have an aversion to the sun, like it personally offended him in a past life. The thought draws out a small snort from Xie Lian. Red accents were also a consistent thread throughout the room, giving it a grounded and inviting feeling to Xie Lian. A deep burgundy red comforter adorned the bed, its surface slightly wrinkled. Matching soft looking pillows, that Xie Lian wanted to bury his face in to cover himself in his roommates earthy scent, were neatly stacked against the headboard. Tracing the rest of the room Xie Lian’s eyes settled on a plain dresser nestled against the wall in the corner of the room, its top being mostly empty except for a few framed photos of Hua Cheng and Xie Lian on their various joint holidays, and a single vase of various red flowers that mirror the white ones in Xie Lian’s room. Each vase is refreshed weekly by the opposing party. It is a small tradition they began when they first moved in together. If the flowers Xie Lian brought slowly shifted from red geraniums to incorporate more and more red carnations and chrysanthemums, no one needed to know.
Once he had made his way over to the dresser he began rummaging through the various draws in search for a particular stretched and worn cotton shirt, that had been the one Hua Cheng wore the first time Xie Lian had met him. It doesn’t take him long to locate it and bury his face in it.
Letting out a small giggle Xie Lian thinks that if anyone was to walk in and witness him they would think him crazed, just standing in the middle of a room giddily shoving a shirt in his face while wiggling in glee. The thought soberes Xie Lian up slightly and he freezes while lowering the shirt, already missing Hua Cheng’s scent enveloping him.
Holding their shirt out in front of him and measuring it against his body the distressing thought flits from his mind only to be replaced with a swarm of ways that he could present himself to his roommate when he reenters the living room. Although the copious amounts of alcohol was doing a number on his memory, his singular goal of seducing Hua Cheng clung to his thoughts like glue.
Seemingly decided on his presentation Xie Lian promptly divests himself of his clothing and adorns the singular cotton shirt, with its hem sitting tantalisingly in the middle of his thigh. He tests the length by raising his arms, causing the shirt to glide up his thigh coming to a stop just under his ass, barely covering his dick. Meaning any kind of arousal on his end would be immediately evident. What would be Hua Cheng’s reaction to his scandalously exposed thighs? If he pressed himself against his front dressed the way he was would he feel Hua Cheng’s cock throb against his thigh as it strains against the material of his pants? The mere idea has Xie Lian’s own dick twitching in interest popping out from under the shirt.
Shit, he can’t go out in his current state.
While his dick will hopefully be fully on display at some point in the evening he can’t just walk out with an erection and just gesture to it and say ‘interested’? He supposes it would speed things along, but it surely has a greater chance of disgusting him…or at least scaring him off from the intensity of it all. But also it wouldn’t exactly be sending the right kind of message, as while Xie Lian wants to be ravished by his hot roommate he also wants to make love to him and shower him with affection and love. He wants to be holistically Hua Cheng’s, not just a friend that sometimes benefits from sexual pleasure.
Walking back into the dining room Xie Lian makes his way over to take a seat on the couch, readying himself for dinner.
Hua Cheng finishes cooking and the clinking of their dishware is the only sound that emanates throughout the room. Each movement and sound sends a spike of panic though Xie Lian, especially as the time for him enacting his goal for the evening grows ever closer.
The two of them fall into a familiar push and pull of conversation, while they go about finishing their meal. That is until one of Xie Lian’s special interests is mentioned and while he would normally curb his ranting on said topics. However, given his lowered inhibitions with the wine he becomes highly animated and rants to Hua Cheng for a solid hour on the one topic. The other man never cuts in or admonishes him for taking up all the conversational room, he just simply gazes at him with pure tenderness and love in his eyes and a soft smile adorning his lips.
Xie Lian finally takes notice of what is happening and he suddenly cuts himself off, the guilt of not allowing Hua Cheng any room to talk curls around his chest. “I’m sorry I was rambling wasn’t I?”
“Gege, I could listen to your ‘ramblings’ every day for the rest of my life.” Hua Cheng offers as he reaches out to gently cup Xie Lian’s cheek. The warmth of his palm soaks into Xie Lian’s cheek, and he instinctively nuzzles further into the comforting touch. Xie Lian has never allowed himself to be this shameless with his friend. Sure there were nights where the thought of Hua Cheng was the only thing present in his mind as he would relieve the pulsing coil of desire that had taken permanent residence in his lower stomach. But that was within the safety and privacy of his own room; not in the living room, while half naked and drunk!
The warm sensation flooding him ultimately settles behind his eyes, and they begin to well up against his will. God damn the wine. “You know you can’t just say that to people unless you mean it.” Xie Lian chokes out. He was properly crying now, the tears flowing down his cheeks burning with everything left unsaid.
Hua Cheng uses the hand resting against Xie Lian’s cheek to guide his gaze to meet his. “Mean it? What do you mean by ‘mean it’?”
The sheer look of concern and thinly veiled reverence bores into Xie Lian’s core and something inside him breaks. “I mean unless you truly mean to stay. To actually a-always be here with me. Not just remaining here with me out of habit. Allowing me to grow dependent on you. Only for you to l-leave…” Xie Lian sharply inhales. His chest heaves attempting to draw in breath. “...like everyone else. And then I'm j-just here…what did I do wrong?”
“Oh Gege.” Hua Cheng breathes out, while carefully wiping Xie Lian’s tears away with his thumb. “If that is what it takes to ‘mean it’ when I say I could do this every day with you, then I have never meant anything more in my life.” The sincerity and conviction in which this is said instantly snaps Xie Lian out of his spiral and his world narrows to the man before him.
The pad of Hua Cheng’s thumb accidentally catches on the corner of Xie Lian’s lips as he continues to wipe away his tears. The air between them instantly shifts. While Xie Lian has spent the whole evening attempting to slowly seduce his friend, he was not prepared for a shift this instantaneous. Xie Lian can feel his heart rapidly beating in his chest, as if it was trying to escape its confines. Hua Cheng doesn’t appear to be faring any better with his flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips.
In a moment of pure unbridled shamelessness, speared on by his intoxication, Xie Lian also slowly parts his lips and drags the tip of his tongue over the rough pad of Hua Cheng’s thumb. A low guttural groan is pulled from the man in front of him.
“Gege…please.” Hua Cheng says as he leans forward resting his forehead against Xie Lian's. “I have been trying to be good all night.” Sighing he continues, “You have no idea what it does to me seeing you dressed in my shirt. The way it sits against your thighs. Hearing you moan while pressing you to the counter. Feeling your hand rake over my leg…you are driving me crazy.”
Hearing Hua Cheng list all of Xie Lian’s attempts at seduction throughout the night sends a wave of desire through him that settles in his dick. And for the nth time tonight he is beginning to get hard at the proximity and/or the thought of his roommate. The ghost of hot breath against his lips as Hua Cheng talks is not helping his situation. Hua Cheng shifts, jolting Xie Lian back into the moment, and before he can even stop himself he whispers “then don’t.”
“What?”
Locking eyes with Hua Cheng, Xie Lian steels himself, spreading his legs slightly in preparation for what he hopes is about to happen. “Don’t be good.”
The only warning Xie Lian gets is a low moan before he is knocked flat onto the couch, with Hua Cheng’s lips crashing into his. Hua Cheng’s lips feel scorching, yet soft, against his own, which is further stoked by the searing tongue that sweeps across Xie Lian’s lip requesting entry. Which he gladly gives. The curtain Hua Cheng’s inky black hair creates conjures a sense of safety and warmth within Xie Lian, shielding them from the world. What he wouldn’t give to remain like this forever.
For a few moments they simply devour each other like starved men. Seemingly unsatisfied with their current level of contact Hua Cheng skates a hand down Xie Lian’s side before it comes to rest against his hip, just above where the hem of the shirt rides up on his thigh, gripping it gently so as to not hurt him but tight enough to border on possessive. The feeling of Hua Cheng’s weight slowly settling in between his legs draws a moan from Xie Lian, as he runs his fingers through the hair at the nape of Hua Cheng’s neck. This seems to ignite a fire with Hua Cheng as he trails kisses down to Xie Lian’s jaw. Continuing to follow the curve of his body, Hua Cheng’s lips drag down Xie Lian’s neck while he murmurs praises. “You look so sexy pinned under me Gege.”
“San Lang…please I need you.” Xie Lian moans. Between the intoxication by both the wine and the sheer pleasure he is experiencing being ravished by his beloved he loses all sense and seemingly his filter and he begins to babble. “I've wanted you for so long…you can have me…take me…make me yours…I’m all yours…” Still too lost in his own pleasure and the fog of wine Xie Lian doesn’t notice that Hua Cheng has slowed his ministrations and lifted off of him slightly. He also doesn’t register his weeping unclothed cock poking out from under the hem of the shirt giving away his lack of underwear. “...always have been…use me…”
A low breathy, “fuck” from above him instantly brings Xie Lian out of his bliss bubble. Taking in the sight before him Hua Cheng is fully propped up on his hands still hovering over him, his hips are also no longer resting on Xie Lian’s. While still close, the new distance feels like a chasm between them. Xie Lian in his confused state frantically scans Hua Cheng’s face for signs of discomfort and what he finds, the furrowed brows and tension within Hua Cheng’s jaw, sends him into a spiral. Now uncomfortable himself, and reading the expression as mild rejection, Xie Lian squirms slightly and Hua Cheng groans above him and a hand comes and grips his hip again, pinning it down. “Gege.” Hua Cheng’s tone sounds like both a warning and a plea all in one.
Xie Lian’s eyes travel south and the sight of his cock standing proudly between them and the very noticeable bulge in Hua Cheng’s pants causes him to squeak. Shit…Shit…Shit…he knows.
Desperate to salvage the moment, Xie Lian wraps his arms around Hua Cheng’s neck in an attempt to pull him down. Feeling some resistance, Xie Lian settles for leaning up to close the distance. His lips press against Hua Cheng's, both of them moaning into the kiss. The hand on his hip tightens, hopefully it will leave a soft bruise. Internally Xie Lian preens at the thought and wraps his legs around Hua Cheng’s waist in an attempt to bring them closer.
The pressure in his cock is beginning to become uncomfortable as it continues to leak, begging for stimulation. Attempting to soothe this discomfort Xie Lian rocks his hips up grinding it against Hua Cheng’s own clothes erection. The movement draws out a higher pitched moan from Xie Lian and a more pained lower groan from Hua Cheng. This appeared to be the wrong course of action as Hua Cheng pulls away from the kiss and ducks out from the hold Xie Lian has on his neck. He doesn’t move far, still hovering over Xie Lian as he was before. However, now he was significantly stiffer, in more ways than one.
Tears begin to well up in Xie Lian’s eyes threatening to fall. He was being rejected. Hua Cheng doesn’t want him and he potentially cost them everything. All of the little intimacies will disappear now because he just couldn’t help himself and had to try to seduce Hua Cheng. He just couldn’t be okay with pining from afar, keeping his lustful thoughts to the confines of his fantasies. However, it will be a whole new level of torture as now he knows how those lips feel against his and the sounds he can draw from them. And how they dance along his skin.
How can he forget the weight of him settled between his legs and how it feels to drag his cock against the firmness of Hua Cheng’s?
Attempting to hide his shame, Xie Lian covers his face with his hands. The now fallen tears collecting in the corner of his palms. “You don’t want me?” Xie Lian manages to force out. God he feels pathetic being completely unable to regulate his emotions. Xie Lian feels shifting above him, followed by the familiar drag of nails along his scalp accompanied by a gentle soft coo.
“Gege, can you look at me?”
Xie Lian petulantly shakes his head dislodging some of his trapped tears that now freely run down his flushed cheeks.
“Please…for me?” Hua Cheng punctuates his request with a gentle chaste kiss to Xie Lian’s forehead. Maybe it wasn’t as much of a rejection as he thought. Reluctantly Xie Lian removes his hands from his face and places them on his chest, where he begins to fiddle with his fingers.
“There you are.” The corners of Hua Cheng’s mouth curl up in a warm reassuring smile, his hand sliding from Xie Lian’s hair to cup his cheek tenderly once more. Seeming to sooth himself he sharply cycles a breath before continuing. “Gege, I…of course I want you. I do think that part is fairly obvious.” He says with a slight laugh as his eyes drag down to his own crotch and Xie Lian’s eyes follow. Oh, right. Hope begins to blossom in Xie Lian’s chest and this must show on his face as Hua Cheng’s expression hardens. “But this one can’t do that with you…tonight.”
The flowering blossom is swiftly set aflame, bitterness rising up from its ashes. “Can’t or won’t?” He retorts.
“Both.”
“But w-why?” If Xie Lian was sober he may be able to read the situation for what it was of his beloved wanting to respect the vulnerable state he was currently in and not wanting to take advantage. But alas that is not how it is read through the filter of wine and abandonment issues.
“The reason is simple.” Hua Cheng says as he continues to stroke Xie Lian’s cheek. “Gege, you are intoxicated and I could never…would never forgive myself if we did something and you came to regret it. Or worse, you never wanted it in the first place and I read it all wrong and simply took advantage of your current state. Truthfully I would rather gouge out my remaining eye with my bare hands than ever cause you that kind of pain.”
“But you want to…be with me in that way?” Xie Lian asks as he begins formulating a plan.
Smiling down at him Hua Cheng answers, “yes. Of course.”
“But you won’t touch me…sexually?” Normally Xie Lian would never be this crass and his new found boldness isn’t missed by Hua Cheng.
Both confusion and intrigue cross Hua Cheng’s face. “No?”
Humming to himself Xie Lian decides to take one last chance while he is fueled by liquid courage. “Could I touch you…if I want? If I initiate and it is completely one sided?”
Seeming to think it over painfully slowly, to the point Xie Lian’s mind begins to spiral into self doubt, Hua Cheng finally answers. “Okay, you may touch this one as you wish.”
Unbridled joy sparkles in Xie Lian’s eyes.
“But there are rules.” Hua Cheng says. Xie Lian nods, just happy to be given some access to what he has craved for years. “Let me be clear, you may only use your hands. And no part of me will be entering you…anywhere. Is that clear?”
The feelings the more dominant side of Hua Cheng is unleashing within Xie Lian will definitely require some exploration when he is more clear headed. “Crystal.” Xie Lian breathes out.
Taking in their current positioning, while great if he was also being touched, Xie Lian determines that he is fairly limited in where he can access if he is pinned under Hua Cheng. Reaching up Xie Lian cups Hua Cheng’s cheek drawing him in for another searing kiss, while placing his other hand on the solid chest above him applying some pressure prompting the other to back up. Never breaking the kiss, Xie Lian is able to climb off the couch and reposition Hua Cheng exactly where he wants him.
Xie Lian breaks the kiss to trail some along Hua Cheng’s jaw until he reaches his ear. He whispers, “put your hands on the couch beside you. And remember no touching.” As he finishes his direction Xie Lian hooks his tongue behind Hua Cheng’s ear lobe drawing it into the warmth of his mouth, sucking and nibbling it gently. Hua Cheng is quick to follow his instructions, his eyes glassy with desire.
Bracing himself on Hua Cheng’s solid shoulders, the couch dips as Xie Lian places a knee either side of Hua Cheng’s thighs straddling him. “Gege.” Hua Cheng breathes out, his fingers curling into fists at his side. A small, “mmm” is all Xie Lian offers in response as he turns his attention to mouthing and sucking kisses down the column of Hua Cheng’s neck, leaving little blooming bruises in his wake. A small possessive part of him preens at the idea of his claim being visible for days.
His hands make their way to the top button of Hua Cheng’s shirt, carefully slipping it out of its loop, pausing before undoing the second to allow Hua Cheng time to object. Seeming to not receive any he continues undoing one after the other, until Hua Cheng’s bare chest lays before him. The man's dusky buds draw Xie Lian’s attention like a moth to a flame and without thinking he brushes a thumb over one of them. An instant shot of arousal courses through him at the sight, and he bites down on his lower lips to stifle the moan that threatens to escape. God he is stunning.
Xie Lian’s actions have Hua Cheng involuntary bucking his hips up in search of much needed friction.
However, Xie Lian is too focused on his beloved's nipples and the overwhelming need to have them in his mouth to notice the man’s plight. “Do these count?” He says while now rolling one of the flush buds between his fingers, drawing a low moan from Hua Cheng.
“Mmm…does what count?” Hua Cheng says as his eye flutters open, seeming to search Xie Lian’s body as if it holds the answer in which he seeks. His breath hitches as his gaze settles on Xie Lian’s cock, which is now fully on display poking out from under the hem of the shirt.
“Do these count? Or are they part of the ‘no part of me will be entering you’?” Xie Lian clarifies while continuing his previous actions and kissing the underside of Hua Cheng’s jaw, as he waits.
Hua Cheng’s hips buck once again, his hot breath coming faster against Xie Lian’s neck. A swift “no” tumbles from his lips, as if he was fighting to keep it in. “Good.” Xie Lian punctuates his response with a gentle nip to the underside of Hua Cheng’s jaw before shimmying himself further back on the man’s thighs. Lowing himself and taking one of the buds into his mouth he is instantly rewarded with further guttural moans from the man above him, with these increasing in volume as he circles the tender bud with his tongue. Hua Cheng’s nipple is delightfully soft against the contrast of his coarser tongue, and the idea of having such a sensitive part of his beloved in his control pulls a moan from him. Shamelessly he ruts his naked, now slick, cock against the solid washboard abs under him, as if he can wash away the filth of his desire.
Needing to feel more of him, Xie Lian rakes his hands down the sides of Hua Cheng’s torso until he comes into contact with the coarse material of his jeans. Lifting his gaze until he meets Hua Cheng’s burning one, the man offers a small nod of approval to Xie Lian’s silent question. Not wasting another moment he makes quick work of the fastening until he is able to reach in and wrap his hand around Hua Cheng’s hot cock. The thrumming of his desire is palpable in Xie Lian’s hand, with each small movement eliciting a small twitch.
Freeing it from its confines, Xie Lian is finally able to gaze upon it in all its glory. It stands proud between them, the skin is smooth along its entire length even as it bulges over the head that is swelling as he just uselessly stares at the wonder before him. He would never brag, but he was fairly well endowed and wouldn’t consider his dick as either beautiful or ugly, it just was. But the one currently before him is larger than his wildest dreams, and he is sure it is the most beautiful one to exist. “Do you like what you see?” Hua Cheng’s voice pulls Xie Lian out of his trance, his eyes flitting back and forth between Hua Cheng’s eye and his cock.
While Hua Cheng’s tone is flirty and borderline cocky, there is the smallest trace of hesitation and vulnerability that doesn’t go unnoticed by Xie Lian. His eyes soften at the trust and power Hua Cheng is handing him, and wanting to convey just how much he is loving what he sees he leans forward to capture Hua Cheng’s bottom lip between his teeth giving it a gentle tug.
Releasing the reddening lip, Xie Lian feels emboldened through sheer lust and wine so he whispers, “I think it would look better inside of me.”
Xie Lian doesn’t give Hua Cheng time to reply as he captures Hua Cheng’s lips in another bruising kiss at the same time as he wraps his hand snugly around the base of Hua Cheng’s cock, swallowing the moan this action draws from the man. Xie Lian is sure he will never find another thing more intoxicating than drinking the desire Hua Cheng is pouring into him.
In one languid movement Xie Lian strokes the entirety of Hua Cheng’s cock, feeling the supple skin move under his hand until he rolls over the head which pulls a uniquely deep moan from Hua Cheng. Xie Lian continues to stroke Hua Cheng’s cock with varying tempos and depth, with special attention being given to the tip, all the while bullying both Hua Cheng’s lips and nipples with his mouth and hand respectively.
The breathy moans of ‘gege’ being pulled from Hua Cheng increase in volume and frequency until it seems he is reaching his peak, “Xie Lian…” Another wave of arousal shoots into Xie Lian’s dick, and he almost comes at the at the sound of his name falling from Hua Cheng’s lips in the throws of passion. Was this a common occurrence when Hua Cheng was touching himself, did he even touch himself to the thought of Xie Lian? Either way Xie Lian wanted more, needed more. Seeming to notice the name he just moaned, Hua Cheng begins to pull back. Xie Lian doesn’t let him get far, giving chase until their lips almost touch, “say it again.” Xie Lian squeezes the tip of Hua Cheng’s cock as he gives the demand. “Nnnggh…” Hua Cheng’s head lulls back against the head of the couch, his hands shaking with the restraint of not touching. Xie Lian increases his pace and the strength of his grip, hoping to drive the man that is putty in his hands further towards the brink of ecstasy. “Xie Lian.” Hua Cheng offers breathily.
Just as Xie Lian can see that Hua Cheng is going to cross the threshold he completely pulls back releasing both his cock and nipples. Hua Cheng lets out a choked out sound somewhere between both a moan and a protest, as his eye snaps to Xie Lian.
Xie Lian only offers a coy smile as he makes a show of trailing on of his hands down the plane of his chest, continuing over the soft curve of his stomach until he reaches the base of his own cock. His eyes remain locked on Hua Cheng’s as he slowly begins stroking himself, gathering the precum that dribbles out his slit which allows for a smooth glide. His breathing grows heavier and breathier, as his mouth slacks open in pleasure. Hua Cheng’s own breathing hasn’t calmed down, even though he is no longer being touched, seeming completely transfixed on the slow languid movements of Xie Lian’s hand sliding over his cock.
Taking his other hand Xie Lian presses the tips of his fingers against the seam of Hua Cheng’s lips. As if on instinct Hua Cheng parts his lips allowing entry, and Xie Lian moans as his fingers make contact with his wet, hot, rough tongue. Xie Lian pushes them in further until Hua Cheng is taking them down to the second knuckle. A hot tongue pushes its way between Xie Lian’s two fingers, before it slowly circles them ensuring they are fully lubricated. The hot breath that is now coming out of Hua Cheng’s nose, now that his mouth is completely occupied, ghosts over Xie Lian’s hand and feels scorching.
Xie Lian withdraws his slicked up fingers bringing them behind himself. He speeds up his strokes as he lines them up with his hole. Brushing the tip of the first finger over the puckered hole, his hips thrust into his hand drawing further babbling from him. Hua Cheng’s eye seem to narrow and burn with a possessive gleam, as if it is taking every ounce of willpower he has to not just take Xie Lian right then and there.
As his finger breaches him a soft, almost habitual, whine of “San Lang…” escapes him. An almost painned ‘Mmm’ coming from Hua Cheng at the sight.
He continues to put on a show of stroking himself as he slowly fucks himself open, one finger quickly becoming two, becomes three. Until he can’t stand the emptiness any longer and the burn for Hua Cheng to break, to just take him, fuck him till he can’t think straight makes something break in him.
He pulls out his fingers and stops stroking his cock as he shuffles forward until his ass is hovering just above Hua Cheng’s still throbbing cock. Bracing himself with his hands landing on Hua Cheng's shoulders, he once again kisses and nips at Hua Cheng’s lips with both men moaning into the other mouth. All the while Xie Lian is grinding his ass cheek against the tip of Hua Cheng’s cock, inching it closer and closer to where he is ready and wanting. Each movement seems to fray Hua Cheng’s restraint, as his whole body is now shaking, trying to keep his promise to Xie Lian. Just as his cock is about to enter the cleft of Xie Lian’s ass, that string seems to snap as Hua Cheng’s hands shoot to bracket Xie Lian’s waist along with a gutteral “fuck.” Before he can process it Xie Lian is being effortlessly lifted slightly back on Hua Cheng’s thighs and his cock is being taken alongside Hua Cheng’s into the man’s firm grip as he roughly jerks them both off. Seeming to be driven by pure desire and instinct Hua Cheng becomes wild in his kisses, as he trails them down Xie Lian’s neck and the man thinks he might just ascend right here and now at the feeling. The feeling of being holistically engulfed in everything Hua Cheng, knowing he will also be covered in matching claiming marks.
A sudden sharp bite on his shoulder is what sends him over the edge, his eyes closing and his vision blanking out at the sheer pleasure, alongside a scream of ‘San lang’. Hua Cheng follows swiftly after him. Both of them now panting heavily, their breaths mingling as they slowly come down from their peak.
Feeling like his whole body is zapped of energy Xie Lian lets his whole body sag flush against Hua Cheng’s. Fingers begin to card though his hair as Hua Cheng leans back, with Xie Lian curled into his neck, against the sofa. “You are truly perfect Gege.” Hua Cheng says as he places a reverent kiss against Xie Lian’s forehead.
Being held by Hua Cheng his satiated and wined up brain is slowly drifting out of consciousness, but just before succumbing to sleep he nuzzles into Hua Cheng’s neck while softly muttering ‘I love you San Lang.’
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Hua Cheng instantly freezes as he parses the words that were softly spoken into his neck. Surely he didn’t mean it that way Hua Cheng has only every dreamt of him meaning it. It is just he loves him as a friend…well a friend that he sometimes now fucks? That is even if he will allow Hua Cheng to touch him in that way while sober. Hua Cheng would give anything for that to be the case. But as it stands he has a very adorable Xie Lian passed out and curled up on him, as if he is the safest place Xie Lian could be. Which is true, Hua Cheng would do anything for his beloved.
Shifting their weight Hua Cheng stands while holding onto Xie Lian’s thighs as he carries him to Hua Cheng’s room. Leaning over the bed Hua Cheng gently places Xie Lian down on his soft bedding, and he watches as Xie Lian instinctually chases after his scent as he brings a pillow into a bear hug wrapping all of his limbs around it. The sight makes Hua Cheng’s chest ache.
After fighting with Xie Lian a little to clean him up Hua Cheng slips in behind him and wraps an arm around Xie Lian’s waist to pull his back flush to his chest. Surely he can allow himself this ounce of selfishness, if Xie Lian is disgusted with him tomorrow he will deal with it head on. But for now he nuzzles into the back of Xie Lian’s neck whispering his response before sleep takes him.
“I love you too Gege.”