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Shang Qinghua bit down on the t-shirt in his mouth, eyes closed tightly as he curled in on himself. He stroked lightly, hips bucking forward as he did. He didn’t need to rush; his roommate wasn’t supposed to be home for at least another 2 hours, giving him plenty of time to take it slow. However, that was proving difficult, his mind getting ahead of itself in his fantasy world. He was speed-running sexy situations in his mind, his hips attempting to buck into his warm hand involuntarily.
He really was too pathetic. It was Friday night; he should be out having a good time making terrible, terrible decisions. Instead, he was jerking himself off, his roommate's t-shirt pressed so far into his nose he might never smell anything else. He really hoped to never smell anything else. If he could only smell earthy pine and sweat for the rest of his life, he would not complain. Letting out an anguished groan, Shang Qinghua rolled onto his back, his hips rising off the bed.
He stroked the shaft, using a firmer hand than usual. Mobei-jun would probably squeeze him tighter, the palm of his calloused hand dragging roughly on the skin. Taking another whiff of the stolen shirt, Shang Qinghua whined, hips stuttering at the feeling. He had wanted to last longer than this, taking the whole two hours to enjoy himself before he had to finish writing tomorrow's chapter of Proud Immortal Demon Way ; Binghe was about to bed his newest wife for the first time. But, more importantly, he was about to meet Mobei-jun for the first time. Shang Qinghua shivered in excitement. He had been planning this for months, actually taking the time to map out the subtle hints at Binghe “befriending” the icey demon lord.
Sure, it was a little weird that Shang Qinghua was writing his sexy roommate into his trashy porn novel. But Shang Qinghua was nothing if not shameless. It was kind of his thing.
Letting out a choked-up cry, Shang Qinghua’s hips stuttered, his thumb grinding into the head of his cock. Come leaked from the tip, dripping down his hand. He let out a sigh, releasing the shirt from his maw, groaning at the ache in his mouth.
He briefly looked around, trying to find his tissue box. It was on the other side of his room.
Shang Qinghua lay on the bed, his arms outstretched, t-shirt still clutched in his grip. He was panting in exhaustion, his chest rising and falling steadily. He allowed his eyes to slip closed, contemplating taking a nap before cleaning up. It should be fine; Mobei-jun wasn’t supposed to be home for a while, and he locked the do–
The sound of his doorknob creaking as it turned had Shang Qinghua flailing around, simultaneously trying to cover his indecency and get rid of the incriminating evidence in his hand. He ended up only having time to ball up the shirt, throwing it at the wall.
Mobei-jun stood in the doorway, his hand still on the doorknob.
They stared at each other, one in abject horror, the other in the closest thing to bewilderment his stoic face could muster.
“Get out?” Shang Qinghua grabbed his covers, trying his absolute hardest to throw them over his… predicament, as he silently cursed himself for tucking the blanket corners into his mattress so tight.
“That’s my shirt.” Mobei-jun’s eyes drifted over to the balled-up lump of fabric on the floor, his eyebrows creased in confusion.
“No, it isn't,” Shang Qinghua denied, his voice a pitch higher than it should have been.
“Yes, it is. I know what my shirts look like; that’s one of them.” Mobei-jun began walking over to the item in question.
Fuck.
His king was usually so oblivious; why did he suddenly choose to pay attention to something like that?
Mobei-jun crouched down, reaching a hand out to grab the shirt.
“Don’t!” Shang Qinghua lunged forward, but he overshot it, tumbling over the side of the bed, blankets going with him.
He ended up in a heap on the ground, blankets clutched to his chest like a maiden caught in bed with another man the day before her wedding. His hand reached out, snatching the shirt up off the ground and out of Mobei-jun’s reach.
“Do you want it back? You can’t have it. I mean, you can, it’s your shirt, but it may take a second. You see, I spilled some…juice on it. I thought it was mine, so I was wearing it, but in the end, it ended up like this…” He glanced down at the soiled shirt. “With juice on it, hehe,”
“You were jerking off with it.” It wasn’t a question.
Busted.
Shang Qinghua groaned loudly, tipping over, his head hitting the hardwood floor with a thunk . He used the shirt to cover his eyes as he rolled around on the ground.
“Ughhhh, ignore that. Fuck, why can’t you learn to ignore this?” Shang Qinghua kicked his feet out.
“So, you like me or something?” Mobei-jun still sounded confused.
What a juvenile way to put it. What was he supposed to say to that?
“I liked you enough to jerk off with your shirt!” Shang Qinghua let out a huff before realizing what he’d just admitted to.
“I see,” Mobei-jun went so silent Shang Qinghua would have thought he’d left the room if he couldn’t feel his presence emanating within the room.
Suddenly, something grabbed him from the middle, picking him up like a small dog. He was tossed onto the bed, bouncing on the mattress. He lowered the shirt from his eyes, only to find Mobei-jun leaning over him, a hand on either side of his head.
Oh fuck, he looked mad.
“You’re telling me…” Shang Qinghua flinched at his tone, bracing for a punch straight to the gut. “That I could have had you the whole time?” Mobei-jun grits out, his eyes closed tightly.
Wait, huh?
“What…do you me–” Shang Qinghua is interrupted by the feeling of Mobei-jun’s lips on his.
The kiss was fervent, led by Mobei-jun’s overbearing nature as his tongue slipped inside Shang Qinghua’s mouth.
The blanket fell from his grip, along with the shirt, as he kissed Mobei-jun back, attempting to keep the pace. His skin, despite the coolness of Mobei-jun’s skin, felt like it was on fire. His body rolled against the rough fabric of the suit Mobei-jun had on. A new worry etched itself into Shang Qinghua’s mind.
He’d just come all over himself not even 5 minutes ago; who’s to say if he could even get hard again.
His body jolted as Mobei-jun’s clothed knee grazed his cock.
Well, at least he could still get it up.
Mobei-jun’s hands roamed his naked body, making sure to touch every inch of skin he could. Shang Qinghua let out a little whine, his body rolling at the touch.
Mobei-jun reached over Shang Qinghua’s head, grabbing the bottle of lube off his nightstand. He drizzled it lightly over Shang Qinghua’s half-hard cock, watching as it dripped into the creases of his thighs, overflowing onto the bed.
Mobei-jun scrapped his fingers through the viscous liquid before lowering his hand to tease at Shang Qinghua’s entrance.
He let out a sharp gasp at the sudden feeling, his body twitching lightly. Mobei-jun’s finger sunk in, slipping past the tight ring of muscle. He let out a noise somewhere between an inhale and an exhale, the noise getting stuck in his throat.
Mobei-jun’s fingers were large, exploring inside him with little to no concern for how it felt for Shang Qinghua, seeming too entranced by the feeling.
It was only when he could easily slide in and out of the slick hole that he pressed another finger.
Shang Qinghua let out a whine as Mobei-jun crooked the fingers, grinding them against his sensitive walls. He was getting dangerously close to his–
“AH- God, Mobei!” Shang Qinghua cried out, his back arching as the fingers pressed directly against his sweet spot.
“Here?” Mobei-jun pressed that spot again, watching as Shang Qinghua’s body twisted in his grasp.
“Yessss,” Shang QInghua hissed as his hips were held down to the mattress, unable to move.
Mobei-jun continued to abuse his prostate, the rough pads of his fingers grinding down against that spot while his hand pressed down on his stomach, stimulating Shang QInghua from the outside.
“Mobei- out!” Shang Qinghua cried, his hands flying up to push at Mobei-jun’s chest.
The fingers inside of him slid out, leaving him empty and wanting.
“Inside, inside,” Shang Qinghua whined petulantly, slapping Mobei-jun from where he lay on the bed.
“What?” Mobei-jun frowned, sounding a little exasperated.
“Your–” Shang Qinghua took a deep breath before finishing his sentence, “Your cock, Mobei,” he breathed out, his words jumbling together.
“Oh,” Mobei-jun deadpanned, reaching down to unbuckle his belt.
He slid his slacks down his–perfectly toned–thighs, letting them drop to the floor.
He made to take off his tie and, subsequently, his shirt. Only for Shang Qinghua to shake his head.
“Leave it on, please,” he begged, reaching an arm out to wrap around Mobei-jun’s neck.
The other man was on him in a second, nibbling at his jaw as he aligned himself with Shang Qinghua.
Shang Qinghua was panting heavily, his arms slung around Mobei-jun’s neck.
He let out a shrill cry as something thick and hard pressed into him, nudging at his entrance lightly before sinking in slowly.
Mobei-jun was just as big as he’d imagined him. And that was to say, he was big. Shang Qinghua’s body felt like jelly, his mind quickly becoming muddled as he felt his insides give way to the large object.
“Ngh–” Shang Qinghua pressed his face into the crook of Mobei-jun’s neck, inhaling his scent deeply.
“Is this what you wanted?” Mobei-jun’s voice was deep with lust as he pushed into the tight hole, bolstering his grip on Shang Qinghua’s hips.
“Ah- Mobei, please,” Shang Qinghua pleaded as his oversensitive cock ground against the fabric of Mobei-jun’s shirt.
His hands slipped down, now gripping the tie around Mobei-jun’s neck, pulling it tight. Mobei-jun let out a deep grunt, his hips snapping the rest of the way in.
Shang Qinghua groaned, his eyes rolling back, his mouth agape at the sudden fullness in his hips.
“Mo-Wait!” Shang Qinghua let out a whimper as Mobei-jun began to fuck into him in earnest.
He writhed on the bed as Mobei-jun’s hips snapped into him, his cock grinding against his sweet spot before pulling out and repeating his actions. The hands on his hips held him in an iron-clad grip that not even the trickiest of escape artists could wiggle their way out of.
He was forced to lay still and take it. The only freedom he had was his hands yanking on the tie around Mobei-jun’s neck, which only resulted in a brutal thrust as Mobei-jun let out a groan.
This man was a freak!
Shang Qinghua’s head thrashed side to side, his body oversensitive from his previous orgasm.
He could feel the hot coals inside of him about to explode, heat rising in his body quickly.
“Mob-Mobei! I’m going to come, please, slow down or else I’ll-” Shang Qinghua let out a choked-up cry as he released over his own stomach, some of it getting on Mobei-jun’s pristine blue button-up.
He panted as his mind came back to himself, his out-of-body experience becoming an inner-body experience. And the experience was torture.
Mobei-jun was still thrusting into him, mindlessly chasing his own orgasm, and using Shang Qinghua’s fucked out body to do it.
“Wait! I just came, I just came!” Shang Qinghua tried to call out to him, but Mobei-jun didn’t even so much as grunt to acknowledge his cries.
“My god, I’m gonna die!” Shang Qinghua felt tears rolling down the sides of his face as Mobei-jun abused his sweet spot.
His cock wept pitifully along with him, clear liquid dripping out like a leaky faucet.
“I really am going to die, please, Mobei!” Shang Qinghua’s legs flailed around, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Drool slipped the corner of his mouth.
In his panic, he accidentally aimed a kick directly at Mobei-jun’s stomach. The blow landed solidly on his side, pivoting just in time to avoid a full-force kick right to the gut.
Mobei-jun let out a low grunt as he came. His body folded overtop Shang Qinghua as he emptied himself in the tight hole.
Shang Qinghua was panting harshly, sweating buckets as his body continued to ache all over despite Mobei-jun sliding out of him. He cringed at the feeling of warm come leaking out of him and onto the blankets.
He was about to close his eyes, planning on taking at least another 5 minutes before cleaning up when suddenly, a cold hand wrapped around his limp cock.
“Aughhhh!” He let out a cry loud enough to reach the heavens.