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Shen Qiao wears moonlight like a mantle of untouched innocence. His naked body is illuminated in the soft white rays, slender hands running through silky strands, cascading down his pale back. Droplets of water slide down the shining skin in an agonizingly slow pace. He is submerged hips down in the cool water, the slight ripples of the stream distorting Yan Wushi’s view of Shen Qiao’s most private parts.
That was fine.
He had seen his beloved’s bare body many, many times. It was engraved in his mind, he could recite where every beauty mark was, could give an exact location of where Shen Qiao’s perfect imperfection were.
Shen Qiao glances behind, feeling the intense stare of his lover on him. It wasn’t the first time he had caught Yan Wushi looking at him while he bathed, and it would not be the last time.
He lets his hands fall to his sides, lightly running his fingers over the cool water as he ambled toward his entranced lover.
Yan Wushi slowly spreads his legs, anticipating the approach of his lover, his arms resting comfortably on the stones on either side of him. His smoldering gaze remains even as Shen Qiao takes his place between his powerful thighs— strong enough to crush someone’s neck if prompted.
Shen Qiao brings teasing fingers to hover over the strong muscles of Yan Wushi’s thighs, hiking the touch up over his hips and finally to trace over the chiseled abs.
Yan Wushi’s fingers twitch, aching to reach out and touch Shen Qiao any way he is permitted. But he forces himself to stay still, knowing there will be a reward for him if he is obedient.
Shen Qiao’s innocent eyes are anything but, they darken rather quickly, seeking to take in the full sight of Yan Wushi in all his naked glory.
They had done this so many times before but each time felt like a whole new experience.
Deftly, Shen Qiao lifts himself out of the water, climbing to seat himself on his lover’s lap. He can feel Yan Wushi’s sex stand hard against his ass but he pays it no mind, focused instead on running his wet hands along the dry chest.
Yan Wushi had only had his feet in the water, content to watch Shen Qiao bathe but of course, he had still taken his clothes off.
Yan Wushi closes his eyes, slowly lowering his head back. His lips curl in a pleased grin, twitching when Shen Qiao purposely runs his finger over his nipples.
Yan Wushi had a thing for Shen Qiao’s hands. He always wanted them on him whether that be during sex or while they spent leisure time with each other.
Knowing this, Shen Qiao gives his lover extra attention with his hands. He runs lithe fingers along his biceps, down to his wrists, pushing lightly at his pulse, then dragging back up to wrap his hands around the strong neck.
Yan Wushi’s breath hitches, he swallows against Shen Qiao’s hands, his hips twitching.
Shen Qiao pulls away immediately. Yan Wushi had broken the rules with the simple twitch of his hips.
Yan Wushi lets out a low, apologetic noise and takes both of Shen Qiao’s hands in his own, placing his lips upon each knuckle.
Shen Qiao waits till he is finished then raises himself in Yan Wushi’s lap, taking his lover’s hands and bringing above his head where they stay against the stone.
They exchange meaningful looks, silent conversations held in those glances.
Yan Wushi tongue pokes out from his lips, gliding along his bottom lip before retreating.
Shen Qiao nearly follows it.
Nearly.
Shen Qiao eases himself down, rubbing his ass on the hard length standing to attention. The angle is not ideal for penetration but Shen Qiao isn’t aiming for that.
Yan Wushi groans, eyebrows furrowing. His fingers twitch but he doesn’t take them from Shen Qiao’s grasp.
Shen Qiao stares down at his lover, his hips working against Yan Wushi’s leaking penis occasionally catching. Shen Qiao inhales sharply when the head of Yan Wushi’s large cock drags against his clenching hole.
It would be too easy to seat himself on the girth, too easy to take as much pleasure as he wanted. But this game they played was too much fun. So he bites his bottom lip and continues to rub against the shaft, pushing back then backing off completely if only to hear the near desperate noises from Yan Wushi.
It’s torturous to have Shen Qiao so close yet at such a distance. Yan Wushi steadies his breathing, forces his hips to stay still until Shen Qiao finally has mercy on him.
Shen Qiao raises himself, releasing Yan Wushi’s hands and expecting them to stay raised and against the stone.
Yan Wushi follows the silent orders.
He watches, a hungry glint in his eyes, as Shen Qiao reaches below to guide Yan Wushi’s dick straight into his hole. Shen Qiao swallows him greedily, sliding all the way down.
Yan Wushi nearly loses their game then. He nearly forfeits it all just for a chance to lose himself in his lover for a few moments.
Shen Qiao’s cheeks are flushed red but there is a proud look in his eyes that somehow make it harder for Yan Wushi to focus.
“You’re doing well, Yan-Lang,” Shen Qiao coos out, placing his hands on Yan Wushi’s shoulders to begin his careful riding.
It’s the praise that keeps Yan Wushi from lowering his hands. Seeing and hearing Shen Qiao praise him is enough to keep him wanting more. He will stay still if it means more from Shen Qiao.
Unlike the times before, Shen Qiao’s pace is urgent. He slams down on Yan Wushi’s penis like he was desperate to reach his high, but it was all a test. Yan Wushi laughs breathlessly and although he wants to follow along with Shen Qiao, he forces himself not to.
There will be a reward. And the reward was always so very sweet.
Shen Qiao’s choked pants grow louder but he still maintains control, observing how well Yan Wushi is handling their game this time. He does worry about Yan Wushi’s fingernails digging into the stone.
“So good,” Shen Qiao praises and moans sweetly when the cock in him pushes straight into his prostate. His hips falter but only for a moment and then Shen Qiao continues his pace, his thighs beginning to burn.
Yan Wushi hums and flexes his muscles, whether intentional or not, it’s a cheat that Shen Qiao will allow. Only because he loves watching the sharp shift of muscles especially now that there is a light sheen of sweat clinging to the bulging forces.
When Yan Wushi feels his climax gather, he gives Shen Qiao the appropriate signal; a sharp intake of breath followed by a soft call of Shen Qiao’s name.
Shen Qiao raises himself completely and Yan Wushi cannot help but mourn the loss of the velvety warmth.
Their lips collide in a kiss that is all tongue. Shen Qiao pours his passion into the kiss, pressing his body up against Yan Wushi’s until he towers over him enough to grab his hands.
“You may claim your reward,” Shen Qiao whispers hotly against Yan Wushi’s lips.
Yan Wushi’s hands immediately latch onto Shen Qiao’s body, feeling madly along the wet skin while also pulling the smaller body against his, trying desperately to merge with it.
Shen Qiao moans unabashedly, burying his fingers in Yan Wushi’s hair and taking in more of Yan Wushi’s demanding tongue, happily letting it taste him.
He feels the slick head poke at his ass again and lets Yan Wushi slam into him to the base. His pace is similar to Shen Qiao’s urgent pace; he’s looking to claim what he has earned.
Shen Qiao hangs on, enjoying the rough treatment and parting the smoldering kiss to breathe but pressing Yan Wushi’s face against his collar.
Yan Wushi latches his lips there, more than happy with this new position.
He plunders into his lover and basks in his victory at their little game.