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Lu Guang knew coming to this party was a bad idea.
He’s not even sure why he accepted the invite in the first place - every time he attended one of these so-called ragers, he’d usually just end up sitting in some corner, downing shots of alcohol he didn’t even know the name of and ignoring the incessant demands of Xu Shanshan and Qiao Ling to “get up and dance, you grump!” The music would always be way too loud, reverberating through his whole body like a throbbing ache he couldn’t soothe, and with every step he took, he’d feel like the ground was minutes away from collapsing beneath his feet.
Still, that didn’t stop him from tagging along every time a new one came around - which seemed to be once or twice every week, at this point - at the request of his ever-insistent group of friends…and he’s sure that out of all of the alcohol-tainted, sweat-stained, hornfests he’s ever been to, he’d probably pinpoint this one as the one he regrets the most!
It’s not like there’s anything wrong with it, per se - or, to be more accurate, it’s not as awful as it could be; the music isn’t borderline deafening, the people aren’t as obnoxious as usual, it doesn’t absolutely reek of booze and body odour – and in normal circumstances, Lu Guang’s, like, seventy-five percent sure he might actually hold the event in high regard.
The circumstances he’s found himself in, though, are…decidedly not normal, not in any sense of the word!
God, he’s not even drunk, yet it’s like all of his senses have been completely distorted, a heat taking over his body that’s feverish in its intensity; he almost finds himself wishing he was drunk, so then maybe he’d at least be a little disconnected from this moment, not giving one lingering thought to the way his best friend’s hands feel tangled in his hair, or the way every inch of him is trembling, hot and prickly as breath hits the coldness of his skin. He’s almost too aware of the way he shivers when Cheng Xiaoshi’s fingers tease the neckline of his shirt, pulling it aside to expose the stretch of skin that lay hidden beneath, glowing pure and white underneath the ceiling lights – a purity they both know will soon be contaminated, turned to pure sin.
He can’t recall how they both ended up in such a state - hungry, passionate, too far gone past any sort of rational thinking, and he knows at the forefront of his mind that they should stop...
…but then Cheng Xiaoshi’s lips are on his skin, melting away all of his icy inhibitions, and all he can manage to do is loll his head to the side, opening up access to every nook and cranny that the other man could possibly reach – and he’s lapping it all up, every part of his mouth working at Lu Guang’s flesh like it was nothing short of a gourmet meal and he, a starved man; he’s voracious in his movements, paying no mind to the way his teeth scrape against the softness, planting open-mouthed, wet kisses over every inch he could get to, sucking until the porcelain white’s rendered a deep, obscene red.
“Cheng Xiaoshi…”
The breathiness of Lu Guang’s voice makes it barely audible, especially beneath the pounding of his own heart, but it’s enough to reach the ears of Cheng Xiaoshi. He doesn’t immediately let up on his siege of his neck, allowing himself a couple more selfish nips and kisses before he looks up, a wry grin on his face, completely dazed in his own passion. Lu Guang isn't drunk, but he's certain he could get intoxicated off this view, and against all of his better judgement, he finds himself wanting nothing else but the touch of Cheng Xiaoshi, letting it course through his veins as a replacement for his blood, his life-source.
Cheng Xiaoshi simply tilts his head, eyes flashing. Of course, his hands are as restless as ever, tracing circles and lines along the fabric of Lu Guang’s shirt while his other focus remains on his face.
"Hmm? What's up, Lu Guang..?"
He hums, almost a little too laid-back in his tone, and Lu Guang can't help but flinch slightly at the words. It doesn't go unnoticed by the older man, who laughs in response, drawing out a sigh before he drops his head completely, letting it rest on Lu Guang's chest. The beating of his heart is utterly sporadic and relentless, like a heavy drumbeat, and he's certain that it may just pop out of him at any given moment… and oh, Cheng Xiaoshi’s having so much fun listening to it…
"You're nervous." he mumbles into him, pressing the pads of his fingers deeper against the fabric, now making imprints onto the skin of Lu Guang's torso, "Or really turned on. Or both."
His eyes flicker up when he says that last sentence, the prior monotony of his tone shifting into something of a melodic taunt; there's something in Lu Guang that wants to deny it, but they both know it'd be a lie – the pure state of his body would betray his words, anyway, because now there's a lump in his throat that he can't swallow down, a heat burning low in his stomach so ardent and so needy that it spreads, straining against his pants. Lu Guang opens his mouth to speak, but with just how fuzzy his brain is right now, it’s a futile action; the only noise he’s able to make is something between a hum and a groan that serves to do nothing but thoroughly amuse Cheng Xiaoshi, who responds with a raised eyebrow and yet another, almost too genuine, laugh.
“So it is both then?”
His eyes widen as he teases Lu Guang just a little more, but this time, he doesn’t give him a chance to respond! Before Lu Guang can even register what’s happening, Xiaoshi’s shifted his position so that he’s practically straddling him, warm hands moving up his chest to hold onto his neck. If the air around them was a little heavy before, it’s hot and stifling now, smothering Lu Guang with a pressure he’s quite sure he might just collapse under. He’d gotten used to Cheng Xiaoshi’s recklessness at this point, and normally, he’d know how to deal with him… but, God, this? This is beyond anything he could have ever imagined, a situation so exhilarating and so new that he can’t even begin to wrap his head around just what to do except lose himself in the sheer indulgence of the moment.
“Cheng Xiaoshi…we should stop. Someone could walk in, there’s too many– too many people here.”
Yeah, right - he knows he doesn’t mean a single word of that, only saying it as some sort of formality, and Cheng Xiaoshi sees right through him! The corners of his mouth twitch upwards into a smirk, his gaze drifting up and down to fully take in the state of Lu Guang’s body…and he’d be lying if he said the sight didn’t drive him absolutely crazy - he’s always been aware of Lu Guang’s own attractiveness, even if he himself was impassive to such claims, but Cheng Xiaoshi reckons there must be something in the party atmosphere that's amplified it by, like, a million. It’s borderline criminal how radiant he looks even under the gaudy, glaring lights; looking further than that, Cheng Xiaoshi notices the way his entire body is trembling now, overtaken with what he can only assume is a potent mix of apprehension and arousal. It’s so inharmonious with Lu Guang’s usual stoicism, and for a couple of seconds, he questions whether the moment is even rooted in reality at all – but it is, and who would he be if he didn’t make the most of such a golden opportunity? He’s wanted this for so long, after all.
“You’re right, we should,” he murmurs lowly, lifting his body off of Lu Guang’s lap, and it’s so amusingly obvious that even just the slightest severing of contact is like torture for the other man. Cheng Xiaoshi’s gotta admit, he’s having a lot of fun playing around like this, especially with someone as so usually unrelenting as Lu Guang… and so he takes his time teasing him, letting their bodies remain detached for a couple agonising seconds before he pushes himself back down, rolling his hips into Lu Guang's. Then he leans close, blowing a sharp breath onto his ear, “I don’t want to, though! And, uh– by the looks of it… neither do you. I’d feel bad if I left you in such a state like this, Lu Guang….”
At those words, Lu Guang can feel his face flush a deep crimson, his breath rattling in his chest as he lets out a deep sigh. It feels like all of his nerves have been set alight, the lump in his throat growing even heavier and harder to choke down with every shameless movement of Cheng Xiaoshi’s. It's hard for even himself to fathom the extent of just how riled up he's become, how unrestrained he is in his desires, his brain on auto-pilot as his hands make their way down Cheng Xiaoshi’s body before they plant firmly on his hips, pulling him even closer.
He knows it’s utterly brash. He knows that there’s a good chance of someone walking in on the whole thing. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this with Cheng Xiaoshi, his best friend, of all people – but none of that seems to matter when their eyes lock, both ablaze with wanton need, begging the other to give in, let me have you . So he will - he'll give all of himself to Cheng Xiaoshi, knowing that he'll do the same.
With tremulous motions, he reaches up to his neck and takes Cheng Xiaoshi’s hand in his own, running his finger along his knuckles with slow, deliberate movements before bringing it down, down… he guides him along his shoulders, down across his chest, his stomach… and then he lets his legs part, finally coming to a stop at the sacred space between them.
“Do something about it, then. Have your fun.”
The words come out in a low breath, soft and fleeting, but there’s an underlying certainty to them that’s synonymous with his usual demeanour - and much like Cheng Xiaoshi can never protest against Lu Guang in normal situations, he most certainly won’t back down now, a gentle mewl escaping his lips as he presses his hand against the fabric of the other man’s trousers. The heat of his body practically burns through the fabric, and Cheng Xiaoshi’s eyes widen in amusement as his fingers work him, feeling him grow harder and more desperate with every second that passes.
Lu Guang's pretty sure he's losing his mind at this point. God , Cheng Xiaoshi's touch is like pure electricity searing through his veins, and he can't help but shudder beneath it. There's a part of him that wonders just how and when he became so utterly debauched – he's not even being touched directly, limited by the fabric barrier of his trousers, and yet the pleasure he's experiencing is so fucking unyielding, so intoxicating, unlike anything he's ever experienced before.
Perhaps it's the sordid atmosphere of the party that's gotten to him… or perhaps it's the result of what seems like a lifetime of repressed yearning, of pure craving for Cheng Xiaoshi that's finally bubbled up to the surface, spilling over beyond any further confinement – and though his little fantasies have reached greater heights (or, would filthier lows be more accurate?), they couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing, how Cheng Xiaoshi’s touch burns lines of fire on his skin, the way his chest heaves ever-so-slightly, his Adam’s apple rising and falling as he swallows thickly. Lu Guang’s brain is blanking right now, fuzzy with overwhelming desire, but he’s able to distinguish a couple thoughts: one, that the sight of Cheng Xiaoshi on top of him is nothing short of perfection, and two…that he definitely won’t be satisfied if they remain as they are.
It seems as though Cheng Xiaoshi shares the sentiment, judging by how his hand trails upwards now, teasing the waistband of Lu Guang’s trousers. A low hum escapes him as he marks out circles on the warm patch of skin just beneath it, indulging in how it spasms under his touch – for a few moments, his focus remains firmly fixed there; with how much his mind is wandering right now, he has to muster up the restraint to not strip Lu Guang of all of his unnecessary layers and take all of him right then and there…but as enticing as it sounds, Cheng Xiaoshi’s not that impetuous! Besides, he can think of a couple of different ways he can satiate both of their appetites without having to resort to such audacious means.
“Oh, I’ll have a lot of fun, believe me…”
He hums, absolutely zero hesitation in his actions as his fingers hook onto Lu Guang’s trousers, pulling them down with a haste that’s almost too desperate. The full extent of the other man’s arousal is shamelessly evident – all Cheng Xiaoshi’s done thus far is kiss and touch, and yet Lu Guang is completely hard, already wet with pre-cum, practically begging to be relieved of all the pressure that’s built up inside it. He’s never seen Lu Guang in such a state before, but now that he’s finally been able to bear witness to such glory, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to go back to a state of normalcy!
All of a sudden, he becomes painfully aware of just how dry his mouth is, running his tongue along its roof in order to quench the thirst that takes over his whole system… but that won’t do. No, he wants something else , and judging by the way he slides off of Lu Guang’s lap now, settling comfortably on his knees in front of him, he knows exactly how to get it!
Lu Guang, himself, is all-too-willing to give it up – as Cheng Xiaoshi lowers himself, he spreads his legs further in response, allowing the older man adequate space to shuffle forward into position. If he thought the situation was dizzying before, then he may very well be on the verge of fainting right now; his breath catches in his throat at the sight below him, heart pounding so loudly in his chest that he doesn’t even register the soft whimpers that escape him when Cheng Xiaoshi’s hand reaches up, charting a crude course from his outer thigh right up to the shaft of his dick. There he lingers for a couple seconds, a hesitation in his actions that doesn’t go unnoticed by Lu Guang, but just when he’s about to say something to spur him on, Cheng Xiaoshi leans forward, any reservations crumbling away completely as his lips meet Lu Guang’s skin, slowly peppering libertine kisses along the length.
"Cheng Xiaoshi–”
Lu Guang gasps at the sudden contact, his exclamation followed by deep, gravelly groans – he bites the inside of his cheek to try and stop himself from making any more embarrassing sounds, but it’s an act that quickly proves to be futile as Cheng Xiaoshi’s actions quickly degenerate from simple kisses to an almost torturously slow trawling of his tongue all across his dick, and Lu Guang can’t help the noises that escape him in response, desperate and wanton pleas for the older man to keep going. “God, since when did you know how to– do this so well?”
A flash of amusement comes across Cheng Xiaoshi’s expression as he takes in Lu Guang’s reaction, and he allows himself to savour his taste for a couple more moments before he pulls away, laughing derisively as he does so.
“What, are you surprised?” There’s a sort of twisted delight in the way he speaks, almost as if he’s mocking Lu Guang for being so naive in assuming his innocence. “Trust me, Lu Guang, I’ve had plenty of practice.”
At those words, Lu Guang can feel a surge of emotion shoot through his body, an emotion he can't quite place. Intrigue, maybe? Or perhaps he's jealous. There’s a profound lapse in his heartbeat as he looks down at Cheng Xiaoshi now, taking in his every action. God , he knows just how to push every single one of Lu Guang’s buttons, every movement, every look he shoots his way serving to only heighten his already-irrepressible aphrodisia. Despite the disengagement of his mouth, he doesn't once cut contact off of Lu Guang completely, letting his hand curl around his length with tantalising, persistent strokes. Truly, there's a level of dexterity there, salaciousness that could only come from experience… and as Lu Guang’s mind moves restlessly, imagining Cheng Xiaoshi doing these things with anyone but him…well, he'd be lying if he said the thought wasn't like daggers to his chest, fanning the flames of his own desire to make Cheng Xiaoshi his own.
"Practice… is that all it was for you?"
In spite of the growing lump that seems to be lodged in his throat and the alarming lack of air in his lungs, his words ring clear. He knows he's being utterly juvenile by letting his own envy take control of him like this… but on the contrary, it provides a certain filth, a certain edge to the already depraved situation, and if the way Cheng Xiaoshi’s face lights up at the words was anything to go off of, it's safe to say he's thoroughly enjoying all of it. So, Lu Guang lets go of any remaining reluctance, tangling one of his hands up in the softness of Cheng Xiaoshi’s hair before pulling, sharp and hard, while the other finds its place under his chin, pushing it upwards and forcing the older man to look at him, and him only.
"Forget about everyone else. Forget about the practice. You're mine now, Cheng Xiaoshi. Got that?"
Something about the sudden shift in intensity has Cheng Xiaoshi totally agitated, every inch of him, both inside and out, ablaze in its ardour. Once again, he swallows thickly, letting his tongue run across his teeth before he places a hand on the one under his chin. He doesn't speak instantly, letting the moment drag out as he inhales a long, deep breath… and then he bites his lip, smirk growing even broader.
"You get jealous so easily , Lu Guang. Funny, for a guy who's normally so stoic and cool, you really get worked up when it comes to me. Does that mean anything, I wonder…?"
The way in which he speaks is almost melodic, a chiming taunt – he knows just how badly he's able to get under Lu Guang’s skin, lavishing in the delight it brings him when his face contorts, and though he winces when he tugs at his scalp with a sharp harshness, it quickly melts into a soft moan, evident of just how much he's truly enjoying every last second of it. He has to fight to keep his eyes open as they constantly droop half-shut, but even in spite of the shadow that semi-blocks his vision, he doesn’t let his view of Lu Guang obscure at all, tilting his head as far as he’s able to go under the hold of the younger man’s hand.
And, fuck , it’s a hell of an entertaining sight – his usual alabaster complexion is barely even visible beneath the sanguine glow that covers it, the planes of his cheeks twitching as he tries to stop himself from scowling. It’s funny, really, Cheng Xiaoshi’s not sure if the reaction stems from irritation, or whether it’s nothing but pure embarrassment…not that it matters either way, because it thrills him all the same.
“This isn’t– I’m not jealous–”
Before Cheng Xiaoshi’s able to stop himself, a sharp laugh cuts past his throat, eyes opening fully now as he looks up at Lu Guang with an expression that can only be read as saying ’yeah, right. I’m not stupid!’ At the sudden noise, Lu Guang’s grip on his hair loosens; Cheng Xiaoshi takes the opportunity to shuffle forward, his gaze flickering low as he places both hands on either of his thighs and presses his nails into the previously unblemished skin before looking back up with a self-satisfied grin.
“You can say that all you want, Lu Guang–” he coos, not breaking eye contact with him for even a split second even as he leans his head forward, taking his dick in his mouth and swirling his tongue before he lifts back off it again, leaving only a string of saliva to act as a connector between them, “--if it makes you feel better about yourself… but you should know by now that I can read you like a book. You know that, right?”
He does. He hates to admit it, but he does – for as long as they’ve known each other, it makes sense that absolutely nothing is able to slip past Cheng Xiaoshi, and he’s never paid too much mind to it before, but now… now, he curses the fact, his head rolling backwards as he tries to choke down the moan that forms deep in his chest. Cheng Xiaoshi’s already having his fun, he decides, he doesn’t need that extra satisfaction.
“Giving me the silent treatment? That’s so you, Lu Guang.”
The light in Cheng Xiaoshi’s eyes brighten, sparkling with intent. Just as he hoped, Lu Guang’s reactions don’t disappoint in the slightest, serving only to spur his teasing on even further. Potent cockiness hangs off of Cheng Xiaoshi’s every word, and as he speaks, he tilts his head, eyes wide and lips pouted in a show of faux innocence.
Still, Lu Guang doesn’t relent. His thoughts are running wild, aching to tangle his fingers in Cheng Xiaoshi’s hair once again, to spit out dirty talk of the filthiest kind, to vilify him for being so brazen, finally teach him a lesson… but if he were to do that, it’d be an admission of the workings of his envy-laden mind, so he keeps his mouth shut and head turned away, not daring to meet Xiaoshi’s gaze at all.
So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?
Lu Guang’s never been one for games, but Cheng Xiaoshi thinks this is a pretty entertaining one that he’s cooked up. Naturally, though, he’s not going to just sit by and let him win! No, of course not! He lets out a long sigh, his gaze flitting up and down Lu Guang’s quivering body - but he doesn’t make a single move except for a slight shuffling backwards. For a second, Lu Guang thinks that the moment is over, and there’s a sudden pang of disappointment that hits his chest… but then their eyes meet for what seems like the millionth time tonight, and the disappointment quickly rushes out of his system, replaced by the irrefutable knowledge of desire and a restless, rousing need.
“I guess I’ll just have to force all the sounds out of you, won’t I?”
Cheng Xiaoshi simpers, leaning forward yet again. His focus shifts to the unblemished surface of Lu Guang’s thighs, as clean and white as shining porcelain, and he can’t resist the urge to mark his territory, so to speak! With a hum, Cheng Xiaoshi moves, his hands finding their way to Lu Guang’s innermost area, squeezing and pinching at the skin there - the skin flares red and hot for a just a couple seconds before it fades and smoothens down, so desperate in its attempt to revert back to its virginal state, but no amount of forced purity could chasten Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang of the knowledge, their own furtive knowledge, of what happened behind these closed doors.
Cheng Xiaoshi’s breath hitches in his throat now, shaky and delayed as his eyes wander further up, taking in the utterly depraved state that Lu Guang finds himself in – he can’t cease the shaking of his legs, his sensitivity soaring so that he’s unable to control the way he tenses up, flinching when he's touched in even the slightest capacity. There's a voracity that roars deep inside Cheng Xiaoshi’s stomach, made even more intense by Guang's reactions – and with such a generous meal spread out in front of him, he'd be a fool not to sate his appetite.
With a soft hum and a sharp laugh, he leans forward once more, letting his lips simply brush against the skin of Lu Guang’s shaft, where he stays, stationary. It's an intentionally aggravating action, serving no purpose other than to rile the other man up even further than he already was, to drive him to the edge of that breaking point – and it's working pretty effectively; while he's still doing all he can to not make a noise, his expression tells all, anyway, contorted in a mixture of both torment and profane longing. Further down, his hands rest on his thighs, flexing and squeezing at its flesh. All of it combined is a testament to his anticipation, his impatience; something in Cheng Xiaoshi wants to drag the situation out even more just to see how exactly Lu Guang will react, but he resists the urge… after all, he’s spent so long already holding him between his fingers, dangling him off the edge of glory, and it’d only be fair to finally let go, wouldn’t it…?
“Lu Guang–” Cheng Xiaoshi’s breathy and barely audible, but words are of little importance now as he opens his mouth fully and relaxes his throat, gradually taking him all in. He knows when to stop when the back of his throat is hit with an almost painful tickling sensation, causing it to close up and tears to prick his eyes – instinctively, he wants to cough and pull away a little, but the determination and the arousal he’s feeling is enough to overpower any sort of discomfort, so he simply adjusts his position to wrap himself snugly around Lu Guang’s dick.
His next movements are almost like muscle memory - his tongue moves with a careful deliberation along Lu Guang’s dick, nothing sloppy or hurried in the slightest. Even with all of the distractions that bombard them – the music blasting from the other rooms, the almost cacophonous soundscape of the other partygoers, shoes against the floor – all of his focus is centred completely on the younger man, his movements gradually degenerating from a slow teasing to an almost desperate, ravenous feasting, taking in every inch of him and, upon going as far as he can, wanting even more.
It’s a sickening, perverse gluttony that overtakes him, but it’s a shared sin - and God, if unholiness always felt this good , both Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang would happily devote themselves to a life of blasphemy, each of them the other’s one true idol.
When Cheng Xiaoshi starts to move again, hollowing out his cheeks as his tongue works the other man’s dick, it’s all Lu Guang can do not to cry out with the sensations that wrack through his whole body. He wants nothing more than to let the moans fall from his throat, to relieve some of that pressure that’s building up inside of him as he gets lost in the wet heat of Cheng Xiaoshi’s mouth, but the more stubborn side of him keeps them repressed. Instead, the indicators of his pleasure are found in the way his head falls forward and his hand twitches with the instinctive purpose of fisting into black locks, the low breaths that slip past his lips no matter how hard he tries to bite them back.
These, of course, don’t go unnoticed by Cheng Xiaoshi. His eyes gleam as he looks up at the man above him, taking every single one of his reactions, as small as they are, as motivation to thaw Lu Guang out of that icy exterior he keeps up even in a moment of such intense heat.
“Mmmh…”
There’s so many things he wants to say right now, but he can only moan around Lu Guang’s cock as he bobs his head, pressing his tongue more insistently against the other man’s shaft with every movement. With Lu Guang’s determined silence, the only sounds that reach their ears are sloppy and wet, Cheng Xiaoshi letting his saliva pool in his mouth before guiding it around the shaft with his tongue, a lubricant to help him fuck his mouth with his best friend’s dick more earnestly. All of his actions are deliberate - he meant it when he said he was going to force the sounds out of Lu Guang’s mouth, after all, and he won’t stop until he’s reduced the other man to nothing but broken whimpers.
Still, Lu Guang persists. It doesn’t matter that the feeling of Cheng Xiaoshi’s mouth wrapped around his dick might be equivalent to what he imagines heaven to be like, and while his best friend has never looked more ethereal as he does right now, sweat-flushed on his knees, giving him the satisfaction of knowing just how far he’s fallen isn’t in the cards at all. All he does is raise his hand, finally letting his fingers tangle in Cheng Xiaoshi’s hair, slowly starting to guide his head.
“More,” he says lowly, hoping in this hazy state that it comes off as a command and not a plea. “Cheng Xiaoshi, more.”
And God, do the words set off something primal within Cheng Xiaoshi, his baser urges taking over completely. He can see right through Lu Guang’s facade of dominance, of course he can, but his mind is much too fuzzy with bliss to even think about pulling away and making another snarky remark about how obvious it is that he's falling apart - no, all that he's focused on right now is the way Lu Guang's cock twitches in his mouth, dripping pre-cum down his throat, and he knows that he's got to drive him over that edge and feel him come apart because of him.
Cheng Xiaoshi balances himself by placing one hand on the floor as the other comes up, wrapping itself around the base of Lu Guang’s dick. It's this motion that finally elicits a verbal reaction from the younger man, a choked groan escaping him at the contact; while Cheng Xiaoshi can't respond with words, his appreciation is clear through the way he chuckles around his shaft before closing his lips around it once more, sucking Lu Guang off while his hand pumps what his mouth doesn't touch, twisting his wrist on the upstroke to really get under his skin.
“A-ah, ah- fuck, Cheng Xiaoshi-”
At this point, Lu Guang knows that he can’t hold back anymore. The dual sensation of Cheng Xiaoshi’s hand and mouth working him at the same time is far too much, sending pulses of heat through his system that he can’t drown out, no matter how much he clenches his jaw or tenses his body. Everything about him is trembling - his breaths, his legs, his hand in Cheng Xiaoshi’s hair, and the tremors only get worse as the older man continues his ministrations with no restraint.
He can’t help but buck his hips, thrusting into Cheng Xiaoshi’s mouth. The motion makes Cheng Xiaoshi gag, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, and it almost makes him pull off his dick.
Almost. This isn’t Cheng Xiaoshi’s first rodeo - he knows how to handle himself, and he simply blinks back the tears, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position before letting himself drown in the feeling of pleasing Lu Guang in this way. After a couple moments, they soon settle into a steady rhythm, the motion of Cheng Xiaoshi’s head and hand, and Lu Guang’s hips, falling in complete sync.
“Mmmm…” Cheng Xiaoshi can’t help but moan at the feeling of Lu Guang’s cock repeatedly hitting the back of his throat, and while he’s working with the focus to make the younger man feel good, it’s becoming harder and harder to ignore the way his own body reacts. Restless need flares up inside of him like a fever he can’t sweat out, his cock straining painfully against the confines of his trousers. Every lick of his tongue along Lu Guang’s shaft, every pump of his hand, every drop of pre-cum that he swallows down like it’s the purest of water, it has his mind totally blanking, his vision blurry. He never keeps his eyes closed for too long, though - his gaze shifts up every once in a while to take in the way Lu Guang’s face is contorted with pleasure, his chest heaving and head rolling back as Cheng Xiaoshi takes him in deeper, and knowing that he’s able to have such an effect on him fills him with a deep satisfaction.
He doesn’t even mind when Lu Guang’s hand tightens even more in his hair, pulling particularly hard on his scalp as he guides his head down onto his cock. The jolt of pain that surges through him quickly subsides into a tingling pleasure, making him more and more devoted to his current action. It’s like he’s gone completely mindless, his whole world centered only on the warmth of Lu Guang’s cock as he works it relentlessly.
Lu Guang’s just as far gone at this point, unable to stop the whines and moans that spill out from some depraved cavity in his chest he’d kept hidden up until now. He doesn’t believe that he’s centered in reality at all - his body feels weightless, unable to be tethered to the ground, and yet, so heavy that he can’t control it at all. Everything around him blurs together into something incomprehensible, the soundscape of the party nothing but white noise that he pushes to the back of his mind. He doesn’t even register the curses that fall from his lips unfettered - it’s just Cheng Xiaoshi, Cheng Xiaoshi, Cheng Xiaoshi in this moment, his best friend’s name sounding like a prayer on his lips, or a confession, or a deliverance. Despite the filth of this moment, it feels like he’s being submerged in holy water, burning away his vices and leaving him with nothing but Cheng Xiaoshi’s singing grace.
“N-ngh…Cheng Xiaoshi, I- fuck, I’m-”
His breath hitches in his throat and he groans, a choked, desperate sound that only prompts Cheng Xiaoshi to work his tongue and his hand over Lu Guang’s dick with increased intensity. He’s milking him for all he’s worth, at this point; he knows it’ll only be a couple more seconds before he’s completely falling over the edge, right into the hands - or , to be more accurate, mouth - of his best friend. There’s a pressure building at the base of his spine that spreads to the rest of his body that he can’t constrain, heavy and stifling and fast in its escalation, and it’s all too late before he realises that there’s nowhere else for it to go but… well, out.
“M-mngh! Cheng Xiaoshi!”
All at once, the pressure within Lu Guang erupts like water gushing from a broken dam, unrestrained and hard. A full-body shudder wracks through him as he bucks his hips upwards, tightening his hands in Cheng Xiaoshi’s hair as if he were an anchor against the sweeping climax that washes over him.
Cheng Xiaoshi hardly has time to breathe before his mouth is flooded with Lu Guang’s cum; for a moment, he’s taken completely aback, having to resist the urge to gasp and pull away from his dick. But that, of course, would mean missing out on the opportunity to taste, to savour the pure liquid gold that is the younger man’s release, and so he keeps his mouth firmly on Lu Guang’s dick, continuing to work him through his orgasm to milk every last drop of his cum that he can get. The salty-sweet, bitter tang isn’t unfamiliar to Cheng Xiaoshi, but somehow it feels different this time, as if the fact that it’s come from Lu Guang elevates it to something of a delicacy, and as he swallows it down, he half-regrets not keeping it in his mouth for longer to truly savour the feeling.
Once he’s satisfied that he’s pulled everything he can out of Lu Guang, Cheng Xiaoshi pulls his mouth off his now-softening dick; his breaths are heavy and slow, a smug laugh escaping him as the reality of what they’ve just done settles in his mind. He can still taste Lu Guang on his lips, which are glossy with a crude mixture of saliva and cum, and as he looks up at his best friend, he licks his lips salaciously, making sure that he’s cleaned them off completely.
“Silent treatment didn’t last long.”
Cheng Xiaoshi pushes himself higher off the ground so that he’s eye-to-eye with Lu Guang, steadying himself by placing his hands on both of his knees. He sees the way that Lu Guang tenses at the sudden close proximity, his head turning a little to the side, and it makes him smirk. God, he really is so amusing!
“Come on,” he starts, rolling his eyes as he lifts a hand up to move Lu Guang’s head so that they’re facing each other again, “I just had your dick in my mouth. Eye contact isn’t gonna kill you, Guang-guang!”
Lu Guang simply huffs in response, pushing Cheng Xiaoshi’s hand away. There’s no real annoyance in his actions, though, not at all - if anything, it can be chalked up to nothing but pure embarrassment, hesitation to say or do anything more after crossing such a huge line. He didn’t feel it while he was swept up in the moment, but now, in the fading afterglow, there’s a strange aching in his chest, a knot in his stomach that he can’t find a way to untie. It’s not regret, he could never regret pleasure like this, but…as he’s making direct eye contact with Cheng Xiaoshi, there’s a strange bubbling of vulnerability and self-consciousness within him.
“I…” Lu Guang breathes out, clearing his throat, “Cheng Xiaoshi, sorry- This- we.. I… um-”
He’s brought back to the moment by the warmth of Cheng Xiaoshi’s hand over his mouth, and the ache in his chest spikes at the contact - but it’s a different kind of ache, warm, almost anticipatory. He lets himself draw in a shaky breath, leaning into the touch for a few moments before Cheng Xiaoshi withdraws.
“Don’t say sorry.” Cheng Xiaoshi says, his words firm but not angry or hurt, “I started it in the first place. I… liked it. It was good. Really, really good.”
As he says those last words, he looks at Lu Guang with an expression so different from the ways he’s looked at him previously. There’s no smugness there, no satisfaction - just wide, almost searching eyes that seem to be searching for any sign that Lu Guang’s reaction just moments before was because of momentary, harsh clarity and not representative of his true feelings towards their encounter.
Lu Guang swallows thickly. His mind is still clouded with reservations, but the sight of Cheng Xiaoshi is enough to start clearing it; the warmth in his chest spreads, the ache subsiding, and he nods, any lingering anxieties exiting his body with a prolonged breath.
“Yeah. I liked it, too… it was. Good, I mean. Really good.”
At that, Cheng Xiaoshi’s demeanour changes entirely - he practically lights up, his eyes sparkling with the pure glee of knowing that Lu Guang enjoyed it as much as he did. Of course, that should have been obvious from the way he had his best friend completely at his mercy for the last God knows however long, but hearing it directly from Lu Guang’s mouth sends a certain spark of energy that he can’t suppress. Like an excited puppy, Lu Guang thinks.
It doesn’t take long for that energy to morph itself into something completely different, though. Cheng Xiaoshi’s eyes darken as he lifts himself up completely, his smile twisting into yet another one of the smirks that Lu Guang had grown so used to during this little tryst… and when he perches himself on the younger man’s knee, spreading his legs with a hum that’s definitely too casual for his actions, Lu Guang knows exactly how Cheng Xiaoshi’s planning to spend the rest of the night.
“In that case,” Cheng Xiaoshi breathes, running his finger along Lu Guang’s knuckles before bringing his hand between his legs and pressing it against the prominent bulge in his trousers, “I think it’s your turn to make me feel good. I deserve it, right?”
God, all that work Lu Guang put in to return the oxygen to his lungs is rendered completely and utterly futile. All of his senses are completely distorted, a heat taking over his body that’s feverish in its intensity… but he doesn’t want to be at all disconnected from this moment, letting all of his thoughts focus solely on the feeling of the way his best friend feels sitting on top of him, all the ways he wants to touch him, make him feel every last bit of ecstasy that he’d felt just moments before.
Lu Guang’s never been one for parties, but… he knows that coming to this one was definitely one of his better ideas.