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Jim doesn't clock the two pairs of shoes by the door. By the time he's in the living room, greeting the cat splayed out on his desk, he's thinking about what still needs to be done before he can go to bed, and what can be put off until tomorrow.
It's not until he's flipping through letters, standing at the bottom of the stairs, that his heart lurches and he realizes something is wrong.
He strains to hear the low vibrato groan, it undulates in a familiar rhythm before he realizes what's probably happening. He turns on his heel and heads out the door.
Li Ming taps on Heart's arm when he hears the front gate to the house opening and then closing. He makes the sign for STOP. He tries really hard to listen, but most of what he hears is Heart panting in his ear and his own heart beating in his chest — every fiber of his being distracted by the cock buried in his ass.
He hears the truck kick to life, the dirt grinding under its wheels, and then the sounds quickly fade to nothing. He gestures over his shoulder, "GO," and collapses as Heart resumes fucking him. He's gonna worry about his uncle later.
Right now he's smashed into the pillow face first, arms too weak to support him, knees barely doing their job, while Heart makes the most adorable, blazing hot noises. He's pretty sure he's drooling, but Heart keeps pausing to stroke Li Ming's hair and kiss his face, so the one person who matters doesn't care.
Li Ming didn't know what he was in for before they got this far. He'd seen Heart's dick while hard before, he'd fingered himself a little, he didn't think it would be that difficult to take him.
He can barely think at all right now is the problem, but maybe Heart can't either. Li Ming wishes he could hear every thought in Heart's head, but more than that he doesn't want Heart to stop. That last part is making the unfairness of their relative positions — the inability to talk to each other while Heart is draped over Li Ming's back — much less important. He's too boneless with pleasure to care.
Heart can't make up his mind for rhythm though. Having Heart slam his dick into him for a few minutes, panting harder and harder, until he has to slow down, groaning in frustration or pleasure, catching his breath wetly against skin, while leaning against Li Ming, is doing insane things to his heart. Li Ming is pretty sure he'd have come by now if he didn't have these enforced breaks, frustrating as they are. Each time, Heart always starts off slow, trying to pace himself, and that's really when it's the most dangerous. Li Ming wants to touch himself so badly, to jerk off while Heart is inside him, but he has this romantic notion that he's going to come just from being fucked.
Honestly, coordinating himself that way seems too hard.
When Heart slows down after having worked himself up to a faster pace once more, he valiantly tries to keep going, but can't. He all but collapses on Li Ming's back this time and it's too much: Li Ming folds under the weight, twisting so he can look Heart in the eye.
"Do you want to do something else?" he asks while he makes the signs.
"You don't like it?" Heart manages to sign after a moment, his eyebrows arched in concern.
"No!" Li Ming shakes his head violently. "I like it. It just seems like a lot of work."
Li Ming doesn't say more, feels his face burning even as the mere thought has him clenching around Heart's cock. He watches Heart's eyes flutter shut.
He does it again and Heart smacks him.
"Stop! I'm having a hard enough time holding back."
Li Ming swallows hard. "You're holding back?"
"I didn't want to come too soon."
Li Ming rolls his eyes and hides his face for a second while he grins, caught between frustration and giddiness. This seems to concern Heart because he pulls out and crawls a little higher onto the bed so he can turn Li Ming onto his back.
"All this time I wasn't touching myself because I didn't want to come too early either." Li Ming feels like he's on fire, but Heart just looks at him with that heavy gaze.
"Touch yourself?" he asks, almost leadingly, because he must know what Li Ming means.
Li Ming obliges Heart with a crude gesture anyway, expecting Heart to get flustered or scoff with amusement. Instead, Heart just gestures with his chin for Li Ming to go on.
It's not like Li Ming hasn't jerked off in front of Heart before, but he feels strangely debauched like this, splayed out on his back, knees spread wide. He does as asked, however, and rubs the other hand across his stomach and up to his chest, a soothing gesture that does nothing to distract from the way Heart is watching him with parted lips. When Heart looks up from Li Ming's cock caught in a loose grip, he signs, "You look really good."
It's not fair, Li Ming really wanted to come while Heart was fucking him, but if he keeps just watching him, he's gonna— "Please," he murmurs, while making the sign against his chest, not wanting to sign further.
Luckily, Heart knows exactly what he means. He lines up his cock with Li Ming's hole and sighs as he presses back inside. He tips his head back a moment, apparently just luxuriating in the feeling, while Li Ming is burning up from the inside. Heart puts his hand over Li Ming's for a moment, his grip almost too tight on Li Ming's cock, encouraging him to keep going. He lets go after only a second, making the same gesture back at Li Ming, "Please."
His hands find their way back to Li Ming's knees, holding them up so he can drag his cock back and forth, in and out in a delicious rhythm.
Li Ming lets himself melt. His head falls back into the pillows, eyes barely open as he jerks off and watches Heart's mouth drop open as his gaze is transfixed on where their bodies are joined, where Li Ming handles his own cock.
"You gonna come?" Li Ming asks with a gesture.
Heart closes his eyes, nodding, licking a drop of sweat from his lips. He scrunches his brow as he lifts Li Ming's hips a little higher, thrusting into Li Ming harder once more. This time, Li Ming feels like he's finally hurtling over the edge. He babbles noises more than words, begging without signs for Heart to keep fucking him, trying to tell Heart how good it feels, how much he loves this, and he curses, legs tangling behind Heart's back as he comes all over his hand.
He blinks as he hears Heart groan as well, hips slamming into him a few more times, hard. He reaches out with a hand to touch Heart's arm, even as his boyfriend continues to moan and whine a little, as though unable to stop the little movements of his hips, a few last grinding thrusts. Li Ming is still catching his breath as he watches Heart clear the stars from his eyes and come back to reality.
Li Ming nods his head when he catches Heart's gaze, asking, "Good?
Heart laughs, a breathy thing, but he nods. He turns away to hide his face, his cock slipping out of Li Ming with a near-silent sound. Li Ming props himself up to slip a hand around Heart's back. He watches with casual fascination as Heart removes the condom without spilling a drop and laughs as well. This close, Heart feels the laughter reverberate between them.
"What?" Heart asks. "Did I do it wrong?"
"No," Li Ming says, shaking his head. "You're just so cute."
"I practiced," Heart explains.
"Practiced, huh?" Li Ming says, filled with warmth. He presses his nose to Heart's and makes a silly face while he squeezes Heart's cheeks. He kisses him soundly for good measure. "That sounds fun."
Heart rolls his eyes. "You insisted on using condoms for anal. I didn't want to mess up."
"Yeah, because Uncle Jim would be pissed if you knocked me up."
For a moment, Heart looks flabbergasted. Li Ming covers his mouth as he begins to laugh. When Heart tries to get away, Li Ming just hugs him more closely, pulling him down onto the bed. The tied-off condom lands somewhere, Li Ming will take care of it later.
Heart pouts, a well-worn expression indicating that he knows Li Ming is teasing him. Li Ming just nuzzles closer, into Heart's body heat, loving the closeness. He kisses Heart a hundred different ways, enjoying the way he can hear the little sound Heart makes when he smiles while pretending to be angry. When their eyes meet again, Heart looks carefree and happy. Li Ming hopes he looks just as happy because he feels it. Heart finally presses his own kiss to Li Ming's lips, sighing as he does. Li Ming lays his head against Heart's chest and drifts off easily, lulled to sleep by the steady beating of their hearts.