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"Mobei..." a sly pair of arms sneaked around the man's neck, fingers wriggling their way under the white button-down he wore.
He hummed back in response, ignoring the chilly fingertips that caressed his skin. Mobei-jun adjusted the glasses he wore only when weariness got the best of him. He leaned back into the warm embrace, feeling Shang Qinghua's chin rest on top of his head.
Qinghua pouted, seeing how absorbed his husband was in the work he brought home once again. On one hand he found it distasteful that Mobei would take on his subordinates mistakes and work overtime to correct them, on the other he found his husband's competence a huge turn on.
The way Mobei, completely worn off after the whole day at the office, retuned home with his necktie sligtly opened and hair, that Qinghua perfectly tied in the morning, completely disheveled. It made Shang Qinghua wonder how much more messy he could manage to make his husband if they were to have some steamy office affair, with all those people right behind the door.
"Mobei..." Shang Qinghua sighed again, leaning into his husband's ear.
"What is it, baobei?" Mobei-jun reached for the other's wrist and squeezed it gently.
"Are you busy?"
"Almost done." he caressed Qinghua's forearm, relishing the feeling of his husband's skin after such long day of work. "Just five more."
"Husband..." Shang Qinghua raised his chin off the top of Mobei's head and glanced away, nervously.
Mobei-jun caught a glimpse of Qinghua's flushed face in the screen of his laptop just at it turned black. It immediately piqued his interest, his precious work soon left forgotten.
"What's the matter?" he spun the office chair around and brought Qinghua onto his lap, arms immediately sneaking around the tiny waist. "This husbands sees that something is bothering you." Mobei pulled his glasses off and pressed his face into his husband's chest, sighing with relief.
"Not bothering, per se..." Shang Qinghua laughed awkwardly, hands sneaking their way into the black locks as he sat astride the other's laps. "Just... I might be a little bit afraid husband won't like it."
Mobei-jun stirred and raised his forehead, glancing up at Qinghua curiously. Shang Qinghua could swear he saw a glint of a warning die down somewhere at the back of his irises. The grip on his waist tightened and Mobei slid his body up, making his plump rear grind down onto his own pants.
"We promised to try, if it's nothing that would hurt." Mobei-jun sighed at the feeling of his husband's ass pressing onto his hardening cock. "Forgive this husband if he guessed wrong."
Shang Qinghua shook his head, eyelids closing and his whole body melting into his husband's touch. For a moment the two of them remained in silence. Only the quiet rustle of their clothes kept them in check, as Shang Qinghua now ground down freely on Mobei-jun's crotch. Their soft sighs melted together and continued until Shang Qinghua came to.
He pushed away from his husband's chest, gently cupping his flushed cheeks and bringing their eyes together.
"I would like to try something new." he spoke, gaze unwillingly running away from Mobei's burning one.
"En." Mobei-jun replied in a whisper, still gently rutting his hips into the other's ass. "Speak already." he huffed out, seeing how his husband wasn't eager to continue yet.
"This husband has to promise he won't get angry." Shang Qinghua lowered his voice and ducked down, towards the other's ear. "You know how I like being choked, right?"
Mobei-jun's pants became unbearably tight at the mention alone. He might have not be the person who thought they would enjoy such play, but after seeing how prettily Shang Qinghua writhed and gasped underneath him in the process he completely changed his perspective. And the way it got Shang Qinghua going, the expressions he was making and the sounds, in exchange made Mobei-jun lose his mind. As well as maybe feeling in his lower half.
"Mhm." Mobei agreed.
"So, lately, I thought..." Shang Qinghua puffed out a short laugh that seemed to make him more nervous than he already was before. "Lately I think it might not be enough."
As soon as Qinghua spoke Mobei-jun's grip on his waist slackened. He straightened his back and caught his husband's chin between the two of his fingers, while he himself was still being held.
"What does husband mean by that?" Mobei's brows furrowed.
"You know, I watched some porn lately and came across something." Shang Qinghua's hands slipped from his husband's cheeks, since he needed both of those hands to gesticulate, to avoid awkwardness. "And there were women that enjoyed breathplay as well. But, well, they were... you know... dumped in water."
Mobei-jun's eyes narrowed slightly.
"I mean, it's not that it's dangerous when done correctly, right?" Qinghua panicked. "And it seemed very nice, so I thought... Thought to maybe try with you, if you weren't opposing much." he added quickly.
"Much?"
"You see, ha! I knew that husband wouldn't be too happy about that." he stated, proud to know his partner that well. "But!"
"No bondage." Mobei-jun stated and Qinghua nodded recultantly. "No crossing the line. When I say it's enough, it's enough."
Shang Qinghua swallowed the air hastily at his husband's words. He was going to agree! He was going to do it with him! He nodded, more eagerly this time.
"Also." Mobei-jun hummed, face pushing into his husband's chest once more.
"Yes?" Qinghua squeaked.
"This husband is willing to try anything, as long as it is safe."
Shang Qinghua scrambled to his feet with far too much enthusiasm. Even though he wouldn't like to admit it, it made Mobei-jun impossibly harder. What's better than an eager partner, who almost wets their pants at the thought of having sex.
Mobei followed his husband to the bathroom, pulling off his necktie completely and discarding it somewhere along the way. He was welcomed by the sight of Qinghua's booty shorts riding up too far and revealing all the goods as he bent down above the bathub. He had to hold himself back from reaching down and squeezing those plump buttocks, from playing with them until he had his fill.
Shang Qinghua turned the water on and knelt beside the bathub, heart pounding like crazy while he felt Mobei slowly creep up behind himself. The sound of water filling up buzzed in his head as he unwillingly brought his wrist behind his back.
He realizes his mistake quickly, when the sound of Mobei's steps halted. It made his cheeks burn but despite his arms twitching briefly, they remained in place.
"I thought I told this husband already." Mobei hummed. "No bondage today."
Shang Qinghua whined silently, hoping to make him cave in despite the promise. He raised his upper body, remaining on his knees and bent over the edge of the bathub. His shorts rode up and drove into the crack of his ass prettily, emphasizing the plumpness of what spilled out of them. With wrists remaining behind his back, Qinghua looked back over his shoulder, pleadingly.
"Still no." Mobei leaned on the wall behind.
Shang Qinghua looked almost offended, while shaking his rear to tempt his husband more. What was so wrong with a little rope? He whined louder, knees shuffling to the sides so he could show more, lean onto the edge of the bathub more. Mobei's fists clenched on his own forearms, while he stood with them crossed over. He pushed himself off the wall and took a step forward.
"Is husband sure?" he took a shaky breath, almost unable to keep it in his pants already. He tsk'ed when Qinghua replied with a nod. "Words." he ordered.
"Yes, this husband is very sure." he wriggled a little, the position he put himself in not the most comfortable ever.
Mobei sighed, more to keep himself in check than anything and stepped out of the bathroom for a brief moment. He returned with his necktie and Qinghua swooned at the sight, keeping his wrists ready. Mobei knelt beside him, his presence making his husband tremble with anticipation.
Shang Qinghua felt the material slide alongside his skin and had to swallow the excess of saliva, least it spilled out of his mouth and made him look too desperate. He was sure the material of his boxers and shorts soaked through when Mobei tightened the necktie around his wrists skillfully. It was hard not to cum on the spot.
A silent moan slipped his lips when Mobei-jun was done. He closed his eyes and sat down on his tighs, deeming his mission accomplished. While he relaxed for a moment, Mobei reached for the handle and stopped the water, seeing how the bathub filled almost to the brim.
He dried his hands with a towel after that and glanced over at his husband, melting in the spot he was left in.
"Came already?" he asked, hands coming to unbutton his dress-shirt.
"Almost." Shang Qinghua puffed out a laugh, eyes drifitng along the other's body. "Ah!" he gasped and raised his head from the edge of the bathub. "If husband could leave his clothes on for today..."
Mobei sighed but his hands stopped. Whatever his pretty husband pleased, his husband would get. Unless if it was that pricey micro-transaction in that one game he was religiously playing... Honkai Impact 3rd, if he remembered correctly. He was worried Qinghua would become addicted.
"Yours stay as well?" he sat at the edge of the bathub, crossing his legs.
"Yes." Shang Qinghua shook at the sight.
If Mobei didn't know him well enough he would guess that his husband just came in his pants. But for Qinghua that was far too little stimulation... probably. They kept eye contact for a little while, both of them for a moment drowning in fantasies of what was to come and in each other.
Shang Qinghua shifted first, not being able to stand it any longer. He wanted to be pushed into the water filled bathub already. But Mobei liked to edge. Wait and see his husband's reaction. And Qinghua, the simple man he was, always gave in first. He shifted to the side on his knees and stopped himself when he was settled between the other's legs. Mobei tipped his head to the side as he parted his thighs for his husband.
Qinghua leaned forward and nuzzled his cheek against Mobei-jun's crotch. He sighed, when the musk hit his nose and made his head spin. Eyes shifted and followed the muscled body up, until he caught eye contact with his husband, gaze pleading.
"Hm?" Mobei hummed and leaned his hands on the edge of the tub. "Husband hand two functioning hands, doesn't he?"
Shang Qinghua whined, knowing well what his husband wall playing. Mobei was a surprisingly simple man. He liked things that were pretty vanilla compared to Qinghua. Seeing his husband unzip his pant with his teeth was one of them. So he waited until Shang Qinghua gave in and began to search for the zipper. He struggled with it for a moment, much to Mobei-jun's satisfaction and soon pulled it down.
He was still far from the main prize. A whine tore from his throat, a hopeful one that wished to stir his husband up and make him lose patience. To his dissatisfaction Mobei wasn't one to give in that fast. He quietly observed Qinghua as he bit on the material of his pants and struggled to pull it down enough to reveal his underwear. He twitched in his boxers, a shiver travelling up his spine at the sight.
Mobei-jun threw his head back as he felt his husband's teeth brush over his bulge. Shang Qinghua nosed his way up and bit on the band of his underwear, hips buckling up unwillingly. He felt his husband's foot sneak up his thigh and press down, to keep him in place. It barely brushed over his crotch but proved enough to tear a whimper out of him.
Mobei hummed in response. Qinghua pulled the grey underwear down, his husband's erection slipping out and slapping his cheek. His lips hang ajar, brushing faintly onto the underside and pulling a quiet gasp out of Mobei-jun. It made Qinghua more desperate, made the want to hear his husband more stir in his body.
He stuck his tongue out and pressed it flat onto the tip of his husband's cock. Mobei-jun's hand unwillingly travelled across the other's cheek and stopped at the back of his neck. Calloused fingers made their way up, tangling into Qinghua's hair and squeezing. Shang Qinghua melted into the touch, a sigh of relief leaving his body as he sucked the whole tip into his mouth.
Mobei-jun's groan sounded distant in his ears. He felt the pull on his hair and fought with it to dip more of his husband's erection into the warmth of his mouth. Qinghua tipped his head slightly, taking it into his cheek. Face flushed and eyes glistening with want he looked up, gaze meeting his husband's. Mobei-jun cursed under his breath, fingers twitching where they were left in Qinghua's hair.
Shang Qinghua knew very well what he liked and how to use it against him. Sometimes Mobei found it amusing, how hard his husband tried to make him feel good. This evening he just thought of it as cruel. He didn't like to come before Shang Qinghua and he recognized that. Yet he still always tried to push Mobei's orgasm before they reached the main part of their plays.
Mobei-jun yanked on his hair, surprised by the sheer force of his husband's will as he kept his head steady, suckling gently on his length. A faint smile scretched Qinghua's lips at the sight above him. Maybe it was Mobei who didn't use as much strength as he wished to. With his eyes almost closed, he bit onto his lower lip, fingers of his free hand clenching on the edge of the tub as he tried his best to hold himself back from bucking up into the wet heat of his husband's mouth.
Shang Qinghua shuffled in his spot, pulling himself up closer and swallowed the whole length down his throat, necktie straining around his wrists. Mobei-jun gasped, relishing in the way his husband's throat squeezed around him. He had half a mind to pull Qinghua off his cock before he choked. But his body didn't follow.
Shang Qinghua's throat strained, eyes falling closed when the tip hit the back of it. He slowed down then stopped completely, taking a breath trough his nose and relaxing his shoulders. It weighed on his tongue so nicely he almost didn't want to move. Just stay and warm Mobei so nicely he would come just from that.
Mobei on the other hand, tightened his fingers in Qinghua's hair and slouched his shoulders. He couldn't hold himself back from pushing his hips up once and making his husband gag slightly. Ah, it must have been Qinghua's influence rubbing off on him, since he never would have guessed that it was the sound of him choking that almost made him come.
A whine sounded in the bathroom when Mobei-jun pulled his husband off his cock. Shang Qinghua deflated, cheek resting on the muscly thigh beside him.
"Husband wouldn't like having me come so early, would he?" Mobei explained, caressing his cheek.
Shang Qinghua shook his head lightly.
"Stand up."
On shaky legs, Qinghua pulled himself up. He stood with his shoulders slouched, hopeful to hide the embarassing wet stain on his shorts. Mobei-jun followed, circling his husband like a pray, before he bent down and dipped his hand in the warm water filling the tub.
Respecting Shang Qinghua's request to remain clothed he only tore off his socks and threw them into the laundry bin. Then threw his leg over the edge of the tub. Qinghua watched as the other followed and his pants soaked up completely. He wished to quickly join in.
Mobei reached out and waited for his husband's hand. When he soon realized his request was nothing sort of laughable he grabbed Qinghua's arms and yanked him into the tub.
Shang Qinghua was immediately put in kneeling position, his ass brushing over the now freed erection behind. Mobei held the ends of the tie that hugged his husband's wirsts and bucked his hips into the plump rear. Both of them gasped silently as the water splashed over the edges.
"Husband..." Qinghua whispered, pushing onto the other and riling him up further.
When he observed the water rippling uderneath them and imagined being pushed under, held there until he almost couldn't take it, his body trembled with the orgasm he had reached.
"Poor husband." Mobei leaned down, lips ticking his ear. "He came on his own already, what a shame."
Mobei-jun caught his husband's chin between two fingers and brought his head back, wanting to look at his face. Shang Qinghua seemed to be gone, not a thought behind those pretty brown eyes. He hummed silently as Mobei leaned down and caught his lower lip between his teeth. Qinghua followed his husband's face, neck bending uncomfortably. A whine tore from his throat, dissatisfied with Mobei who didn't lean into the kiss.
Water splashed over the edges of the tub when Qinghua trashed about, trying to grab his husband's erection with his bound hands. Mobei slapped them away and leaned into the kiss his husband so desperately wanted. Shang Qinghua parted his lips immediately, sighing in bliss as tongue slipped inside his mouth. He slumped against Mobei-jun's body, knees slipping to the sides. If not for the walls of the tub that stopped them, he would have slipped away from the other accidentaly.
Mobei-jun held his chin steadily, tongue exploring his husband's mouth, pressing against his cheeks, his tongue and sliding over his teeth from time to time. Their clothes soaked through, sticking to their bodies and outlining the delicious features. Mobei's hand sneaked across his husband's chest, fingertips brushing teasingly over the puckered nipple that peeked through the wet material.
Shang Qinghua's body twitched at the feeling. His breath shook after their lips parted, eyes hazily watching the other's face.
"Not there." he huffed out silently, yet still pressed into the touch.
"Hm?" Mobei pinched the nipple between his fingers, relishing in the quiet whine that sounded in his ears.
He was ready to devour, cock twitching in anticipation and so hard it almost hurt. The warmth of his husband's body pressed against his chest made the blood travel down to his erection and momentarily made him dizzy. Such a delicious sight, with Qinghua's clothes soaked through, hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed prettily and his body shaking under the smallest of touches... And yet Mobei still wasn't allowed to feast. But the more hungry you are, the better is tastes, right?
He rolled the nipple in his fingers once again, observing how his husband was torn between leaning into the touch and running away from the prickle of pain.
"No..." slipped from Qinghua's lips unconciously.
"No?" Mobei repeated under his breath and at once let go of the smaller body.
Not having any support anymore Shang Qinghua lost balance. His knee slipped, hands couldn't breach himself on the edge of the tub and his lips couldn't call out for Mobei fast enough. He fell face first into the water, heart pounding at the impact. The twitch of his cock, still trapped behind his shorts, came twice as strong, since he wasn't expecting his husband to start yet.
He yanked his head up, water spilling down his face from his wet hair. He gasped at the way his body tingled with excitement at the first taste of the play. Mobei pushed his hair gently away from his eyes and waited for his husband to open them.
"Forgive this husband. He might have been too rash." he hummed into Shang Qinghua's ear. "Let's start over."
Mobei might have voiced his remorse but he couldn't run away from his husband's smart eye. Qinghua saw the look in his eyes, when he opened his. The hunger and satisfaction from having him in such position. Mobei might have stubbornly believed he prefered things to be vanilla but Shang Qinghua knew the real him. Also, his husband's rock hard cock never lied.
"I will count to three, so be ready to take a breath in." Mobei caressed Qinghua's cheek reassuringly. "Then I will count to ten and pull you out. If you feel like ten is too much shake your head."
Shang Qinghua's mind was fogged and already focused on what was to come, so he simply forgot to reply out loud.
"Use your words." Mobei scolded.
"Ten..." he turned his gaze away, lips moving unsurely. "Ten is too little." he complained quietly. "Make it at least twenty."
"Oinghua." Mobei-jun warned, the touch on his cheek losing some of it's gentleness.
"Let it be ten, then." Qinghua pouted.
"We will start slowly, then we will see if you can take more."
Shang Qinghua nodded and this one time his husband let him get away with it. Mobei, to the other's surprise, pulled himself out of the tub, water dripping down his soaked clothes as he looked around for something. He even left the bathroom for a moment, leaving his confused husband just sitting there staring at the door.
The wait was worth it. Qinghua swooned when his husband returned with bondage rope in his hands, completely uncaring for the wet mess he made in the entirety of their apartament. The necktie tied around Qinghua's wrist soaked and began to slip away. He was too afraid to ask for something different, least Mobei-jun completely changed his mind and he would have to do without it. Seems his husband knew him well and liked to cater to his every wish. Shang Qinghua, on the other hand, loved to be pampered.
Mobei leaned over the tub and reached to untie the necktie. His husband recieved a moment to stretch his arms, before they were brought behind his back once again. In the present moment Mobei-jun took his sweet time tying his forearms beautifully and squeezing the rope just right. Even if it got wet, it wouldn't loosen like earlier.
While Mobei was finishing the knots Qinghua turned around, water splashing onto his husband's already soaked pants. He put himself on his rear, back leaning over the wall of the tub. While the water submerged his body and reached almost up to his neck he thanked his husband in his mind. For buying a tub big enough for them to use it in such way. Well, Mobei probably bought it because he wanted the two of them to fit in comfortably and take a bath together from time to time. But the point still stood.
Mobei-jun's gaze wandered towards his husband's crotch, his pathetic little dick still trapped in the black booty shorts. He had to admit it had a certain charm to it, leaving him so hot and bothered and still being forced to refrain from taking his clothes off. Qinghua realized where his eyes paused and squeezed his thighs together, trying to hide his raging hard-on. Mobei sighed, eyes travelling towards his husband's flushed cheeks.
"Shy now?" he asked and knelt next to the tub, caressing the other's forehead.
"Mnn." Qinghua shook his head in reply a smile creeping onto his lips. "Husband likes it."
Obviously, Shang Qinghua was right. How could he have not been. Mobei loved every part of his husband's body. Especially his plump thighs and the way he could catch but a glimpse of his bulge everytime he squeezed them together more.
Qinghua, due to his ministrations, slid further down the tub's wall, now barely keeping his head above the water. He struggled to stay afloat, his bound hands writhing behind his back in search of something he could grip. But there was nothing. He could only trash around pathetically, hoping for some mercy from his husband. Their eyes met, Qinghua almost cursing when he realized that Mobei-jun leaned his arms on the edge and just stared at him lazily. As if he was enjoying watching him struggle.
And the more he struggled, the more his body slipped down the tub. At some point his head dipped under the water, only his knees peeking above. He tried to find a grip with his feet but failed miserably, heart thumping in his chest incredibly loudly. Forced to hold his breath for that moment alone, he realized how much he wished for it every time he would hide and silently watch those porn videos he mentioned earlier.
Qinghua stopped struggling, heat pooling in his abdomen and arms straining against the rope. He breathed in with a gasp when Mobei-jun pulled him out by his neck.
"Enough of this child's play." he stated, deciding to actually turn Qinghua back onto his knees.
He didn't have a good grip on anything while Shang Qinghua laid on his back and didn't want to overstimulate him too much by pulling on his hair as well. Now, he secured his hold on the red rope, prettily hugging into the meat of his husband's arms and manhandled his whole body to the middle of the tub.
"You okay?" Mobei quickly pecked his lips and waited.
"Keep going." Qinghua replied breathlessly after a little while.
"I am going to count to three. Ready?"
"Yes."
Mobei made sure his fingers fit neatly around the rope and his husband was far enough from the edge to avoid hitting his head. He took one last glance at the other before he began counting.
On three Qinghua took a deep breath in and breached when his head fell into the water. Mobei made sure to hold his head under, by gently pressing onto his neck. Not enough to take away his movement. Qinghua could barely hear the counting echoing somewhere far away, too focused on the thought that he was being manhandled so pathetically. He was on his husband's mercy, unable to move, forced to keep his breath in.
He was pulled out far too soon, breathing in leisurely. Mobei brushed the brown strands away from his forehead, waiting for his husband to catch up.
"Is that okay?" sounded close to Qinghua's ear. "Can we continue like that?"
"Yes." eager nod replied Mobei and the worry he still bore up to this point dissipated.
Another three numbers echoed through the bathroom, followed in a quick succesion by the splasing water. Qighua squeezed his eyes, very subtly bucking his hips up. He hoped his husband won't notice. At first Mobei didn't seem to, yanking his body up once again when the time ran out. Once again, it ended far too soon.
By the third time Qinghua's head fell into the water he tried to reposition his knees by completely pushing them away. So that he could lay flat on his stomach, experience his whole body being submerged. When his stomach hit the bottom of the tub he whined, some air bubbling by his lips. It only made him more breatless and with addition to his crotch pressing onto the tub he couldn't keep still anymore.
Juts as he tried to rut his hips down Mobei yanked his body up.
"Can't you stay still for a moment?" he grumbled. "Or do you want me to tie your hands to the showerhead up there and leave you hanging?" Mobei brushed his hair aside and unbuttoned his shirt some more. "Fine by me. You can stay there, barely hanging above the water but never getting what you want."
Qinghua shook his head desperately.
"Will you be a good boy, then?"
He nodded quickly.
"Speak."
"Ye... yes, I will be a good boy." Qinghua gasped.
Mobei's grip on the rope tightened and this time, he dumped Qinghua's body into the water without a warning. No counting ahead. Shang Qinghua didn't have time to breath in but it made him even more turned on. To add to his fantasy he decided to writhe in his husband's hold a little, completely forgetting about the promise he just made. And Mobei-jun decided to become a little more cruel.
He kept him under not for then, but twenty seconds, just like he asked before. Qinghua noticed that he wasn't pulling him out for a while longer than before. And it was also harder than before to hold his breath for so long. What he didn't realize was that Mobei didn't rush while he counted, like earlier.
Shang Qinghua bucked his hips up, grinding onto the bottom of the tub, then pushed them up, as if waiting for something. He tried to join his legs and squeeze them, just to give himself a little bit of relief. All while he remained under the water.
On the other side, Mobei panted heavily, getting off on the sight of his husband trashing around. He counted twenty and pulled on the rope. Qinghua coughed, trying to breath in too eagerly.
"One, two..." Mobei muttered under his breath.
Shang Qinghua breathed in but the three didn't come with the other two. He held in for a moment and let go. Immediately after he prepared again, waited for a couple seconds and let his breath out.
"Three."
Mobei spoke as soon as he let go of his breath for the second time. Qinghua once more barely had any time to prepare and breathed in only shallowly, before being dumped into the water anew. He felt the hold on the rope slacken while the hand on his neck remained. What came to him as a surprise were fingers sneaking into his shorts and under his boxers. He trashed slightly, in that exact moment knowing that he didn't prepare enough for how long he was going to stay breathless this time.
Mobei's fingers wandered straight to his husband's puckered rim, already clenching down on nothing. Qinghua's body twitched at the light touch. He was beginning to feel the lack of oxygen in his lungs as his husband repeatedly pressed down onto his hole, teasing. He shook his hips, hopeful to stir him up and make him just push his fingers in. But Mobei-jun stayed unmoved.
The longer Qinghua held his breath in, the closer his husband's fingers were to breach his rim, the closer his climax was. His body trashed when being denied to breath was becoming too much. The good too much. He pushed back into his husband's fingers, desperately needing just that little more stimulation.
True to his words, Mobei didn't pull on Qinghua's hair but held onto his neck as he pulled his body out. Qinghua gasped and coughed once more, prepared to be left alone for a while. Instead of that Mobei waited out just barely a second before pushing him back into the tub. At the same time he finally pushed a finger past his husband's rim, wriggling it gently.
Qinghua whined, air bubbling heavily beside his mouth as he came in his shorts again. Mobei held him down through it, humming at the sight of his husband writhing prettily under the water and bending his finger just right. His orgasm seemed never ending, the lack of air and the way he was being forcefully held under only added to that feeling.
After he was finally pulled out he coughed up the little bit of water that got into his mouth and slumped over Mobei's shoulder.
"You alright?" Mobei pulled his finger out for the time being.
Qinghua was only able to glance up at him, eyes hazy and fucked out. Mobei pulled his wet hair aside, placing a gentle kiss on his wet forehead. While he held his husband and waited for him to come down he could still feel the light tremble of his body.
"Husband..." Shang Qinghua whispered finally.
"Hmm?"
"I want... Wanna do it again." he admited quietly. "But this time I want husband to fuck me through it."
Mobei, afraid more filthy words would spill from the reddened lips and make him completely lose his reason, bent down and caught them with his own. He reached into the tub and pulled his soaked booty shorts down, together with the stained underwear. They were discarded somewhere in the bathroom and forgotten.
Mobei laid Qinghua on the edge for a moment, while he himself stepped back into the tub. He was greeted with a sly smile, when his hands grabbed onto his husband's waist. He laid Qinghua on his back, taking his own erection in his fist and pumping it once to take the edge off.
Qinghua parted in legs further, throwing them over the edges of the tub. Mobei held the back of his neck to let him stay afloat for now. He placed his husband's rear onto his clothed thighs and lined up with his entrance. But he held himself back with a sigh. He got so excited he completely forgot about preparing him more.
Shang Qinghua guessed what became a problem and pushed his hips down, the tip of his husband's erection kissing his rim.
"Before you came back from work I masturbated." he breathed out. "You don't have to hold back."
"Qinghua is very sly." came in response.
Mobei trusted his words, he had no reason not to and held the base of his cock, before he began to gently push in. Qinghua's toes curled at the feeling, head falling backwards.
"So nice..." he breathed out and tightened.
He had no idea how much his behaviour turned his husband on. Mobei loved to see him feel good, loved to see having his pleasure voiced out. He bottomed out, a pleased moan sounding beside Qinghua's ear as he leaned forward.
The grip on Qinghua's neck slackened and he already breathed in, in preparation. But his head only slipped lightly and remained in place. Mobei puffed out amused laugh at the startled expression his husband wore. He repeated it once more, again finding the state Qinghua was left in incredibly amusing. As well as incredibly turning on.
Mobei rolled his hips, allowing his husband's head to dip into the water only slightly. A strained moan died down in Qinghua's throat at the cock slipping out of his almost fully and breaching inside at full force. Mobei-jun cursed under his breath, grinding down as if he tried to push even deeper inside. Qinghua tried to help him with that and pressed down, shaking his hips.
Water splashed over the edges when Mobei began to pick up his peace. With every long drag out it seemed to pass through and enter Shang Qinghua, alongside his husband. He trashed, leg slipping from the edge of the tub and head escaping Mobei's grip. Qinghua could have sworn he ascended when he fell into the water, held his breath in and felt the air bubble out of his lips everytime his husband pushed into his tight heat with more and more force.
His leg shook unwillingly, clasping around Mobei's waist. He felt his hips being raised and the speed of his husband's thrusts speeding up. To be left unattended for so long, Qinghua wouldn't be surprised if his husband came very soon. And it wasn't like he was about to last a long time for his third already that evening.
Qinghua trashed his upper body to the sides, twisting and writhing in search for air. It became far more intense than before, since every prefectly thought out thrust made him more and more breathless. He couldn't breath and he couldn't breath some more. He also couldn't see Mobei-jun but he could feel his cock pulsating inside him.
Ah, he needed to breathe already.
Mobei kept his eyes glued to his husband's struggling face, something snapping inside his head everytime the body under him trashed. He felt every delicious squeeze of Qinghua's ass around himself, hips beginning to stutter.
Ah, maybe he was a sadist deep down.
They both knew they were about to cross the line they shouldn't but working like one mind none of them wanted to hold back anymore. Qinghua trembled at a particularly strong thrust of his husband's hips, that drove point blank into his prostate. Mobei felt the squeeze and while keeping his eyes glued to Qinghua he stilled, spilling inside.
Qinghua pulsed inside, milking out every last drop of his husband's cum, body deflating. He barely remembered coming as well, mind beginning to drift away. Mobei pulled his head above the water, listening to the strained coughs he let out.
Without pulling out he sat Qinghua up and laid his head on his own shoulder, while reaching behind and gently untying the rope. Shang Qinghua's arms fell and dangled freely at his sides as his chest heaved.
Mobei threw his head back, hand sneaking around the small waist. He glanced around the bathroom and sighed. He had a lot to clean up while Qinghua slept. And he still hasn't finished the work he brought home from the office.