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Hwei's knuckles gripped white into Jhin's short locks of hair.
Calling himself inexperienced was an understatement. Prior to the turn of the season, Hwei's sexual prowess had been limited to exerpts from erotica novels and gossip amongst his peers. The idea that someone could have desired him in that way felt far-fetched and undeserving, so much so that the reality in front of him hardly felt real. A man kept proudly to his knees, hugging Hwei's thighs close to his chest with his cock buried in his throat.
Though Hwei had never admitted to being a virgin, he had a sinking feeling that it was written in his actions. His jaw hung ajar as Jhin swallowed around his cock, burying the painter only deeper and deeper into his throat with each bob every time he twitched against the side of the desk. His fingers were tense, gripping onto Jhin's skull for dear life. His chest heaved, well within his own view as he stared down at Jhin sat so politely between his legs. His colleague, his guest, his peer, his companion looked up so intently, Hwei couldn't bring himself to break the connection they'd made.
There was something so enticing to those eyes.
He'd finished from this once before, drool and precum dripping down the sides of Jhin's lips. Something impromptu, huddled away in one of the old storage closets by the southern ampitheatre. He would again now, he was sure, and his lack of stamina would rear its ugly head. He would get ahead of himself again, as he always did, enticed by the imagery of Jhin blown and choking on his spend. He could already feel a burning deep in his gut, something rooted down into his thighs and hung heavy between them.
He had to—
"Lukai?"
Hwei didn't have time to think. His back straightened, and the hands in Jhin's hair yanked back, pulling his head off of his cock with a quiet, wet pop. He stammered, his words caught in his throat, staring out at the far door. He said nothing, hoping the voice was something out of his imagination.
"Lukai Hwei," the voice tried again, impatient. It felt like a declaration, and it left Hwei's skin cold and clammy. Clarity crashed down on him all at once, leaving him mortified by the reality of the situation. His masters had meant to grab him for the midsummer gallery showcase, insisting that all masters (and prospective masters) must be present, and he was holed up in a room, sticking his cock into a temple guest's throat. He tried to feel for his lounge pants, to pull himself back together, but Jhin made quick work of grabbing his hands and pulling them onto the wooden desk top — he wasn't moving.
"… Master Jiang?" Hwei tried, finally. He cringed inwardly at the way his voice broke.
"You are awake," he remarked from behind the door, paired with a gruff sigh. "It's half-past noon. Will you finally be joining us?"
Hwei's hands tensed from where they were held, and he didn't dare look down, but he could still feel Jhin's breath on his dick. His muscles tensed under Jhin's hold.
"Ah — no, I …" Hwei searched for something, anything to continue his thought, but his mind was drawing blanks. Everything intelligent in him had already been sucked out moments ago.
"No?" Master Jiang remarked, and though Hwei couldn't see him through the door, he could already imagine the look on his face. "Hwei, this isn't some seminar you can sleep through. You have responsibilities to uphold as heir. You —"
The door's handle had began to move, and Hwei felt a white flash of horror.
"No!"
Hwei's back straightened up in shock, staring down the door with urgency. His legs were tense, ready to stand up, but Jhin had him locked down onto the desk. The handle stopped moving halfway, and Hwei let out a breath he'd been holding onto when it let go, swallowing down the shame as it came.
"What is the matter with you, boy?" Master Jiang gawked. He sounded offended, but Hwei wasn't prone to outbursts like this — it must have been unexpected. "You know not to use that tone with me."
It was one thing to be spoken this way by a guardian, but Master Jiang was simply a teacher to him, a superior. Somehow, that only served to make matters worse. He floundered for a response, flitting his eyes downward, but all Jhin did was stare back with a coy grin.
He liked this?
Hwei's stomach flipped in realization, feeling a complex mix of mortification and excitement. He'd never been much of a thrill-seeker — he hadn't been given the chance.
"I'm… I'm very sick," Hwei excused, ignoring his nerves pulling him back every second. He didn't want Jhin to leave; he would do whatever it took to keep him here. "I'm sorry, I — don't mean to raise my voice at you, I just…"
Hwei's voice stopped short, distracted by Jhin's tongue running along the length of his cock. It kicked from where it hung, drooling out a thin line of precum onto Jhin's lap. The tongue caught at his slit, licking him clean. His own jaw quivered at the feeling.
"… I don't want you to catch it."
A kiss to the tip of his dick, meant to praise him for playing his part so well. Hwei was so distracted, he didn't have the sense to question why Jhin was trying to toy with him still.
There was a quiet for a moment, a lull in their conversation. Hwei looked back down as Jhin's lips puckered around him again, sliding him oh-so smoothly back past his tongue. Hwei's breathing stammered, but he didn't dare moan, trying to cover his mouth, but Jhin's grip on his wrists was iron tight. As they locked eyes, Hwei sunk back into his throat, and his hips shuddered as Jhin swallowed around him once.
"You… need to," Hwei panted down at Jhin, speaking barely loudly enough to hear himself. "Slow… down… or —"
"So you won't be coming, then," Master Jiang remarked, more of a statement than a question. Hwei could feel his disappointment, and it clashed terribly with the pleasure crawling up his spine. "Because, what… You have a cold?"
Hwei tried to fudge a cough, though, funnily enough, his breath did catch at the way Jhin sucked at him. He wheezed through his words, struggling to orient his thoughts. "I-it's terrible, I — I don't want to pass it to anyone. I just need to sleep. Please."
Master Jiang huffed. "You sound terrible," he commented, though, by the tone of his voice, he didn't sound doubtful — or even suspicious for that matter. "I will be telling the others you are ill. You will formally apologize to them for your absence when you are able to present yourself. Understood?"
Hwei perked up, and Jhin's hand left his wrist, choosing instead to pet at his flank. He shivered at the praise.
"I understand," Hwei responded, feeling his spine lurch forward as his pleasure mounted. He could hardly take it, having to keep himself poised. He was a puppet, strung up with strings about to snap. His cock was unimaginably heavy, lodged deep in Jhin's throat, and his hand was back to Jhin's hair to keep him close.
"Take better care of yourself, Lukai," Master Jiang demanded exhaustedly, and his voice tapered off with a pair of footsteps. "Get some rest."
By the time his footsteps had faded out, Hwei's resolve had cracked. It could have been any amount of time with how reality seemed to blend into itself. He leaned back against the desk, too dizzy to hold himself upright. Jhin had been remarkably silent, but as soon as privacy had been introduced again, he let out a long, drawn-out moan with Hwei stuffed into his throat. His breath control, as many things with him, was remarkable.
"… J-Jhin," Hwei whispered, his eyes fluttering half-shut. His voice was quiet, shy then, paranoid of any more passing visitors. Speaking his name aloud meant to admit what they were doing, how disrespectful he was being to his temple. Jhin's thumbs rubbed into his hips, and Hwei bucked up once, biting his lip to suppress a moan of his own.
"I… I need to…"
The guilt was pooling something warm at the base of his cock. The two of them looked at each other in quiet, breathing in each other, and Hwei shuddered as his length slid out of his throat, then his mouth. His precum stained Jhin's lower lip, and Hwei shut his eyes tightly at the vision of painting Jhin's face himself.
"You know, when I met you," Jhin drawled, his voice raspy from how much he'd used his throat. It felt sultry, intoxicating in a way Hwei could only ascribe to him. "… I hadn't fancied you a performer. But just look at you — you're a natural, aren't you?"
The praise went straight to Hwei's head, then down between his legs. He twitched in Jhin's hand, and he shook his head, unwilling to admit such a thing even if his body showed the truth.
"I just… didn't want you to get in trouble, so I…"
Jhin's smile widened into something predacious. "Oh, it was for me?" He purred, pressing Hwei's cock into the side of his face. Hwei was so close, he could see himself leaking onto Jhin's cheekbone. "How altruistic of you…"
Hwei's brows furrowed, unfamiliar with the descriptor. Whether it was a compliment or an insult, he wasn't sure — Jhin's tone was never clear. When he didn't respond, Jhin's expression fell, a momentary lapse in character.
"… Selfless would be another word for it."
"A-ah, right… Sorry."
Jhin exhaled out a laugh, shrugging off the confusion with a shake of his head. It took him a moment to fall back into his role, but Hwei watched the way the puzzle pieces snapped back into place seamlessly. Eventually, he looked up again.
"How, exactly, am I meant to thank you?"
Hwei twitched again, staggering for any semblance of confidence. Nothing eloquent came to mind — he was never the type to sell himself to others, and he certainly didn't think of himself as selfish.
Well, not in this way.
"… I just, uh," Hwei tried, still so quiet, "I really… need… um—"
Jhin's grip tightened on Hwei's shaft, and he began to pump him with steady, even strokes. Hwei's voice tapered off, fluttering out with an exhale. His spine sagged again, trying his best to watch all of Jhin.
"This is it, isn't it?" Jhin rasped out, rougher in his tone than before. As he spoke, his wrist worked faster, ignoring the way Hwei's hips humped into his hand in time. Hwei shivered and nodded, letting his eyes fall half-shut. This was it, yes, yes, exactly this.
"For hiding me so well, you want to cum? For lying to your masters so you could have me for a moment longer?"
Hwei shuddered, but his face burned all-the brighter. He whimpered despite his best efforts to hold it back, and his sweat and precum coated not only his shaft, but Jhin's hand as well. It was loud, too loud, like he was certain they'd be caught, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. His time with Jhin was so finite — why wouldn't he want to be selfish? Why wouldn't he want to keep Jhin under lock and key, to squeeze out every last drop of their time together?
"Of course it's this, Hwei. I know you so well."
He came suddenly, and without warning. Jhin had been mid-sentence, though the cotton in Hwei's ears was thick enough to drown him out, the white of his vision too distracting. Spend dripped onto Jhin's face, above his browbone, over the bridge of his nose, across his lips. He hadn't had time to consider it, and Jhin hadn't had the time to prepare. He laughed in disbelief, unable to hold it back, and covered his mouth the moment he'd realized it.
"… S-sorry," Hwei murmured behind his fingers, still smiling. "I… you were, um…"
There was an end to his thought, you were wonderful, but he had a feeling his sentimentality would only sour the moment.
Jhin exhaled once, more of a pout than anything else, and licked at his lip. Hwei's cock throbbed in Jhin's palm, half-hard. He made everything so elegant, so intentional.
"You should wait for your queue," Jhin murmured, though the critique lacked a bite to his tone. He let go of Hwei's cock, allowing it to hang between his legs, and wiped at a bit of cum left on his nose. "It would have made for a better sight that way."
Hwei laughed again, louder this time, and Jhin blinked in disbelief. That was the issue Jhin took with him: the fact that it hadn't lived up to his artistic vision. The way Jhin saw the world was fascinating —
"I wasn't aware this was funny to you," Jhin huffed, sitting back on his knees. He almost looked flushed under his tan skin, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, it's just —" Hwei breathed in, steadying himself through both his exhaustion and his fit of laughter. "… You view things in such a fascinating way. It's… new to me. Forgive me."