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“Do your best to handle me.”
If Duang’s grin wasn’t noticeable then, it definitely was now.
Qin had a smug look of his own– however, it was more of a mischievous grin than anything. He shifted slightly, fully resting his body on Duang’s lower half.
Duang's heart was racing, his hands were trembling as he thought about the beautiful boy above him. He couldn’t believe Qin was his boyfriend, nor that he was able to see this side of him. He also couldn’t wait to taste him in ways he had once thought were never possible.
Slowly, Qin slid his hands up Duang’s chest, purposely brushing against his nipple. A slight moan sounded from the boy underneath him as he felt the wandering hands slowly yet firmly settle on his bare hips.
Qin smiled, thinking about how reactive Duang’s body was to his touch.
“Qin please,’ Duang let out a small sigh.
“Hmm?”
“I need something, I need you”
Qin bit his bottom lip, resting his hands on Duang’s lower abdomen as he began to slowly move his hips, allowing himself to grind against the other. Duang closed his eyes, mouth agape slightly as he let out a soft whimper. Qin took this as a sign to continue, rocking his hips while letting his hands wander just as Duang had done many times before. Duang, shifting his own position, was now upright, face level with Qin’s.
Qin couldn’t resist taking a moment to admire Duang. He has always known Duang was attractive, but seeing him, bare faced, sweaty, and completely devoted to Qin was a sight he could never forget.
Duang’s hands still on the others' hips, began to guide Qin. He pushed Qin’s hips deeper onto himself, moaning in satisfaction at the added pressure he felt. He rested his head on Qin’s shoulder, his hips slightly thrusting upward, chasing the euphoric feeling of Qin against him. Duang, desperate, began to move Qin’s hips at a faster pace, now beginning to bite at his shoulder.
“No biting, Duang,” Qin sighed, a slight annoyance to his voice.
Duang pouted, but nevertheless, listened, changing the soft bites to wet kisses. Qin wrapped his arms around Duang, head arching back, allowing Duang to kiss as he pleased, enjoying the feeling of Duang using his body to get off.
The sight itself was mind blowing.
Qin, clinging tightly onto Duang as he grinds onto his now-boyfriend’s naked lap. His back slightly arching into Duang’s chest, his breathing uneven while he continuously moved his hips at the pace Duang was choosing for them. Qin knew Duang was close based on the faltering speed and lack of coordination with his movements against Qin. As amazing as this felt, Qin wanted more. He needed Duang to be closer to him. He needed to feel Duang inside of him. He also needed Duang to fall apart under him– especially by denying him of his approaching orgasm.
Qin abruptly stopped his movements, hands gripping Duang's to stop the needy boy from under him. He smiled when Duang looked up at him in confusion, a slight pout formed on his lips.
“Qinnnn”
Duang tried thrusting his hips upwards once more, however Qin stopped him. Qin reached out, softly caressing Duang's cheek, then adjusted his hand slightly, thumb against Duang’s pouty bottom lip. He rubbed his boyfriends bottom lip licking his own at the thought of what came next.
However, he was caught by surprise by Duang’s next movement. Almost instinctively, Duang opened his mouth slightly, taking Qin’s thumb into his mouth. His eyes widened as Duang’s round eyes looked up into his.
“Duang..” Qin breathed, biting his bottom lip softly.
Qin enjoyed the sight more than he would like to admit, and truthfully, more than he ever thought he would. He began to slowly retract his hand, in which Duang opened his mouth, allowing the other to do so.
Duang whimpered, biting his lip, “Qin, Can I..”
His words trailed off, hesitating to finish what he was planning on saying, unable to find the right words to use.
Qin raised a brow, “Can you?”
Qin knew where this was going, but the idea of Duang begging for it sounded much more pleasing than immediately giving in.
“Can I fuck you?”
“Can you?”
“Qinnn please,” Duang whined once more.
Qin let out a small chuckle, reaching his hands down, stroking Duang slowly, giving him some sort of relief. Duang’s head fell backwards as a stream of quick pants sounded from him. His hips thrusted upward into Qin’s hand while Qin began to kiss his neck, teasingly biting at Duang’s soft skin.
“What..happened to no biting?” Duang stammered, his eyes shutting tight.
“Shut up” Qin mumbled, refusing to lift his head. He quickened his pace, seeing the familiar pattern in Duang’s behavior. This is the second time Duang was almost ready to cum, however, Qin couldn’t have that happen yet.
He stopped his movements as abruptly as before seeing the look on Duang’s sweaty face. He was utterly disappointed for the second time tonight, craving any form of release. Qin also noticed the teary eyed look Duang was giving him.
“Qin, Can I?” He whimpered as his bottom lip shook slightly.
Qin could only feel pure bliss, he loved seeing Duang fall apart from under him. He was satisfied with the way Duang ached to touch him. The sight itself seemed pathetic, Duang pleading for his Qin. Begging that Qin would allow Duang to fuck him. Yet– this is exactly what Qin wanted to see, and now that he had, he was ready to give Duang exactly what he needed.
“You can, Duang”
That’s all it took for their positions to change once more, Duang now on top, grabbing the forgotten pillow from earlier, placing it under Qin's hips.
Qin couldn’t help but smile at Duang’s continued attentive nature.
Duang began to grow nervous, their first time, not only having sex, but having sex as boyfriends. Sure, he had sex before, but with Qin, everything felt different. Qin was the love of his life, his happiness.
“Lube?”
“Don’t have any, I didn’t expect this to happen today” Qin shrugs.
Duang gulped at Qin’s reply, however, Qin just smirks, grabbing Duang's hand, opening his mouth and taking Duang’s fingers inside his mouth. He coated Duang’s fingers with a thick layer of saliva as Duang watched in awe. When Duang took his hand from the other, he gulped.
Everything felt real, the bond they had built between them was real, the feelings they felt for each other was real, and most importantly, the trust Duang had worked so hard to gain, was real.
“Slowly, Duang” Qin stammered, a slight hint of worry in his voice.
Duang nodded, one finger slowly pushing inside of Qin. He let out a sigh of discomfort, adjusting to the unfamiliar feeling. Duang thrusted, slowly. He buried himself into Qin’s neck, sucking on the soft skin, surely leaving marks Qin would make a fuss about tomorrow.
However, he was more concerned with distracting Qin from the slight pain, and the best way to do so was to tease his sensitive boyfriend's neck. When Qin seemed to grow used to the feeling, Duang would continue the process, adding another finger each time. Qin wasn’t sure how it happened, or when, but quickly, the sighs of discontent became needy whimpers for more.
“Duang, I can take it”
“Are you sure?”
“Duang.”
Qin was more needy than he would ever like to admit.
Duang bit his lip for the nth time that night, watching the sight before him. He shifted his body slightly, leaving soft kisses on Qin’s neck, he made his way down Qin’s chest, a curious look in his eyes. He slowly attached his mouth to one of Qin’s nipples, sucking softly at first, hearing the quiet, suppressed whimpers Qin desperately tried to mask.
He lowered himself further, trailing down Qin’s abdomen till he got between his thighs. Licking his lips, Duang bit his inner thigh, sucking at the soft layer of skin.
Qin’s hands shot up, gripping Duang's hair tightly
“Duang..” Qin stammered, closing his eyes, gulping.
Duang smiled, continuing to suck and bite the thighs he’s been obsessed with since day one. Selfishly, he believed he was enjoying this more than Qin. Duang let out a small groan, he placed his hands on Qin’s thighs, pulling him closer by his bottom half. Duang then lifted his head, looking at Qin’s sweaty face, slowly lowering his head and taking Qin into his mouth, closing his eyes.
Qin’s breath hitched, slightly thrusting his hips upwards, fingers still gripping tightly at Daung’s hair. Duang allowed himself to take as much as he was able to, Qin guiding his head at the pace he desired.
Qin panted softly, raising his head, “Is that- is that okay Duang?” As much as he enjoyed guiding Duang, he needed to know how his boyfriend felt.
Duang hummed in satisfaction, closing his eyes once more, enjoying every second of Qin gripping onto him, pulling him how he liked. Duang's hands sneaked upwards, reaching Qin’s hole once more, as he began thrusting into him again. Qin lost it, he began to moan louder than before, head arching backwards as he loosened his grip onto Duang’s hair, letting the other take control as he fell apart from under him.
“Duang..please,” he whimpered, continuing, “No more Duang I need..you”
Duang lifted his head, halting all movements he had previously been making, waiting for Qin to continue, Qin, teary eyed, just as he had Duang moments earlier sighed. His bottom lip shook slightly pushing his hips down onto the fingers still inside of him.
“I..”
Duang’s eyes widened, smiling softly, “I understand Qin,” beginning to thrust his fingers at a painfully slow pace. Qin let out a whine of frustration, sniffling before biting both his lips together.
“I want you, Duang,” Qin sniffed, tears threatening to spill, “I want to feel you inside of me, please Duang I can’t take it anymore.”
“So cute…Even now. I am so happy I have you Qin” Duang smiles.
“Shut up Duang” Qin sniffled, slightly embarrassed by the sudden outburst of affection.
Duang shifted positions, eye level with Qin once more. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against him, kissing his lips. Slowly, he lined himself to Qin, pushing inside. Both boys sighing into the kiss, breathing softly into each other's mouths.
Qin’s hand traced down Duang’s back as he began to let out soft whimpers followed by quiet, suppressed moans. Qin pulled Duang closer to himself, chests brushing against each other with every movement from the boy on top. Duang pulled back from the kiss, burying his head into Qin’s neck, inhaling the addicting scent of Qin’s perfume.
Duang couldn’t help himself, biting down onto the other’s shoulder once more, lost in the feeling of being inside his boyfriend. One hand holding Qin’s hips in place while the other found its way to the back of Qin’s head. The grip he had on Qin wasn’t aggressive, it wasn’t ownership, it was reassurance.
Qin felt it. He felt the love Duang was showing him, he felt the security he had never imagined was possible to find in a person. Both boys grew restless, Qin arching his back into Duang, his hand creeping down to touch himself, which was quickly replaced with Duang’s hand.
“Let me” Duang bit his lip, looking down between them as he began to stroke his boyfriend’s dick. Qin, usually good at keeping some sort of composure, lost it. He began to thrust up into Duang’s hands, chasing an approaching orgasm.
“Duang I feel so-” Qin cut himself off with a moan.
Duang used his other hand to pin Qin’s hips down once more, thrusting deeper into his boyfriend, “I know baby, feels good doesn’t it?” He smiles cheekily.
Duang gripped tight onto Qin’s waist as he quickened his pace, motivated by the angelic sounds of his boyfriend's moans. Qin’s hand found its way tangled into Duang's hair pulling him down, kissing him. They rested their foreheads against each other, Duang’s eyes closing as his mouth remained agape. Both boys panting, equally as needy to cum.
Duang’s hips stuttered as his moans grew louder, equally as loud to Qin’s whines, with one last deep thrust, Duang pulled out, cumming onto Qin’s stomach while he finished off his boyfriend who came almost instantly after.
A moan of satisfaction yet exhaustion sounded from the boys, as Duang collapsed onto Qin’s body, hugging him tightly, Qin, kissing the top of his head, caressing Duang’s hair softly. They positioned themselves, holding onto each other tightly, catching their breaths.
“Duang, get up, it's all over me” Qin groaned.
Duang smirked lazily, “Just like when it got on your lip- Ow!” Before he could finish, Qin swatted Duang's shoulder, “When will you stop bringing that up?” Qin tried to sound as annoyed as he could, however he was too exhausted to truly care. Slowly, Duang rose, helping Qin clean up, dabbing a towel on his stomach, then wiping the sweat dripping down his face.
He paused– smiling and placing a quick peck onto Qin’s lips, then another, then another then- “Duang!” Qin scolded, “You’re going to kiss my lips bruised, it’s bad enough you already left bite marks, you puppy” Duang pouted at the sudden outburst.
“Qinnnn, forgive me” Qin rolled his eyes, allowing Duang to continue cleaning him up, grabbing his button up from the floor and draping it over his shoulders.
Duang settled next to Qin, hands wrapping around the boy's shoulder, while Qin settled into his boyfriend's hold. Qin closed his eyes, exhausted, but satisfied.
Duang the first to break the comfortable silence:
“So.. you’re really my boyfriend” Duang smiled, not asking a question, but declaring his new found status with Qin.
Qin rolled his eyes, contradicting the wide smile on his face.
They shared a soft kiss, basking in each other's comfort.