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When Suo Wei first asked Chi Cheng for a cigarette, he considered refusing.
It wasn't a habit he was proud of, but he also made no effort to quit. Suo Wei, however, was a young man with enough problems to deal with; giving in to an addiction didn't seem like the smartest thing to do.
"I'm just nervous, Ge," Suo Wei said, and blew a smile, "I just wanted to relax a little."
Of course, he did have many things to worry about. His mother was ill, and he had to juggle a tiring job in addition to his studies. Despite the help Chi Cheng offered, there was still a lot of pride in that boy.
Asking for a drag, however, seemed a modest enough request.
So Chi Cheng gave in. He extended the cigarette toward Suo Wei, who seemed surprised at first, as if he hadn't expected to be complied. He took the filter between his fingers, just as Chi Cheng did.
“Slowly,” Chi Cheng instructed, “take a slow drag.”
Despite trying to follow the advice, Suo Wei choked on the first attempt. Chi Cheng smiled and took the cigarette back, taking another drag himself; his lips tingled as he put the filter back in his mouth.
“Still want to try?”
“Yes.” Suo Wei coughed one last time, his eyes dangerously watery.
When Chi Cheng offered the cigarette again, however, Suo Wei didn’t hold it. Instead, he tilted his head and took a drag directly from Chi Cheng’s hands.
The sight was sinful.
This time, Suo Wei didn’t cough, and exhaled the smoke like someone blowing soap bubbles. Chi Cheng smiled, bit his lip, and restrained himself from biting the cigarette filter as well.
“What do you think?”
“I still don’t know,” Suo Wei shrugged, “I’ll try it a few more times and decide.”
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The second time Suo Wei asked for a cigarette was in Chi Cheng's car.
Suo Wei was exhausted. He had decided to work a double shift, and he had been sleeping little since the previous week due to his upcoming college exams.
"I can help you with money," Chi Cheng insisted, "you shouldn't overwork yourself like this."
"I'll ask if I need to," Suo Wei assured him, but Chi Cheng knew it was a lie.
He met Suo Wei through his best friend, Chengyu. Actually, through Chengyu’s boyfriend, Xiao Shuai. It was an atypical night, when things weren't so difficult for Suo Wei yet. When his smile was more open and sincere. When he didn't lie. When he still didn't have the slightest urge to smoke.
"Don't overdo it," Chi Cheng asked, and lit the cigarette himself before offering it to Suo Wei.
The windows were only half open, so the smoke filled the car, but Chi Cheng was still able to see — and feel — Suo Wei's lips brushing against his index finger as he took a drag.
Perhaps he was spoiling that brat too much, because he wouldn't deign to pick up the cigarette himself. It could just be a first-time reflex, but Chi Cheng couldn't help but smile at the sight of the pretty mouth tightening around the cylinder. Suo Wei frowned, concentrating, and dramatically exhaled the smoke, pulling away from his hand and resting his head on the seat; his gaze lost on the car ceiling.
Chi Cheng stared at his face, then at the filter, and his mouth watered before he took another drag himself. He lightly brushed the cigarette against his lower lip, just before turning to Suo Wei again.
"More?"
"Yes, please."
Suo Wei didn't move, though. Yes, a spoiled brat, but Chi Cheng didn't care. He was probably the only one who had the right to spoil him like that. So Chi Cheng raised his arm and put the cigarette in his mouth once more; he watched as Suo Wei closed his eyes and inhaled, how his chest rose and fell, how his head tilted back made him seem even more receptive to that approach. How his mouth formed a perfect "O" as the smoke escaped from it.
Chi Cheng licked his lips, unable to blink. Unable to resist the temptation to teach that boy many more bad things.
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Chi Cheng stood on the sidewalk, near his car, waiting for Suo Wei. Smoking.
He couldn't remember exactly when they had started that habit, but Chi Cheng picked Suo Wei up from work every day. It was a luxury Suo Wei accepted without question, because he pretended not to notice. It was the help he refused to receive aloud, but it seemed convenient to feign coincidences.
"Ge," Suo Wei smiled as he walked out the door of the bar where he worked.
Chi Cheng couldn't help but smile. He watched Suo Wei run towards him, and almost thought he would receive a hug until Suo Wei grabbed his hand, the one holding the cigarette, and suddenly wrapped the filter around his lips. The naturalness with which he inhaled this time surprised Chi Cheng.
Suo Wei stopped in front of him; his eyes half-closed, his teeth clenched as he held the smoke in his lungs. Just a step between them, at most.
"Is this how you greet me now?" Chi Cheng asked, but the smile still lingered at the corner of his lips. "Stealing my cigarette?"
Suo Wei smiled slightly, then slowly released the smoke onto Chi Cheng's face. Provocatively. And Chi Cheng felt an unusual warmth as the smoke touched his face. The smoke that had been on Suo Wei's lips just a second ago; that had been inside him.
Suo Wei's smile widened even more, his body swaying back and forth playfully.
"Can't I?" he asked in a whiny tone that would irritate Chi Cheng if it came from anyone else, but not when it came from Suo Wei.
In response, he raised his hand again, offering the cigarette and watching Suo Wei's lips, half-parted, following the filter. Chi Cheng's mind wandered a little too far with the scene, and he stared at Suo Wei's mouth on his cigarette again. He took a drag more skillfully this time, his cheeks slightly squeezed, ashes escaping between Chi Cheng's fingers.
"You can."
Chi Cheng's reply came low, precise. Almost annoyed. Because that brat, apparently, could do whatever he wanted.
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Suo Wei was sitting on the stone bench in the hospital courtyard.
Chi Cheng wished he had arrived sooner. Luckily, Xiao Shuai and Chengyu were by Suo Wei's side, providing support until the worst passed. Liya, Suo Wei's mother, had suffered a severe kidney pain crisis. Since her health was already fragile, Suo Wei became even more worried.
When Chi Cheng received Suo Wei's call, his tearful voice and obvious despair made him drop everything to meet him. The problem was that he was on the other side of town, and the traffic almost prevented him from reaching Suo Wei in time.
But he was still there.
Chi Cheng saw his stiff back, Xiao Shuai's hand on his shoulder, his eyes red as if he had already cried in his best friend's arms. Then his gaze lifted and found Chi Cheng approaching. And he wished that Suo Wei wouldn't make that expression when he saw anyone else but him.
“Ge,” he whispered.
His eyes, already red, narrowed. His chin trembled. The corners of his lips curved downward. Chi Cheng felt his heart clench in his chest and automatically opened his arms. Suo Wei stood up, clearly weak and fragile, and buried his face in his chest. Chi Cheng hugged him tightly, practically hiding him inside his coat, and gently stroked his back.
“It’s alright,” he assured him softly in his ear; his lips brushing Suo Wei’s temple, “It's ok. She’s fine.”
“I was so scared,” he murmured against Chi Cheng’s chest, “So scared.”
“I’m here.” Chi Cheng hugged him even tighter; his mouth pressing against the top of his head. “You don’t need to be afraid.”
Xiao Shuai and Chengyu watched silently as the two clung to each other, as if no one else was there. Chengyu gave a slight smile, held Xiao Shuai by the waist, and said, "Will you take care of him from now on, Chi Cheng?"
The question, though simple, seemed laden with a meaning that Chi Cheng pretended not to notice. Still, he agreed, and had to struggle not to complain when Suo Wei unearthed his face from his chest to say goodbye to his friends.
Now it was just the two of them there. The courtyard was practically empty. Chi Cheng, standing before Suo Wei, pulled the pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. Suo Wei, again seated on the stone bench, looked up. His little face was red, his lips slightly parted, his eyes bright and curious, despite the tiredness and stress of the day.
It was too inopportune of a moment, but Chi Cheng found the sight mesmerizing.
Chi Cheng had never been a man of faith. He didn't always believe in higher powers or anything like that, but at that moment he wanted to believe. So, after taking a drag, he placed the cigarette over Suo Wei's head; in the absence of incense, that had to do. He let the smoke spread around him, and watched Suo Wei close his eyes, without questioning, without resisting.
Then Chi Cheng touched the top of his head. He let his fingers run through the strands of hair from the top to the back of his neck, slowly, in a caress so reverent that surprised even himself. When he stopped, his large hand gripping the strands of hair at his nape, Chi Cheng brought the cigarette to Suo Wei's lips. He held the cylinder between his thumb and middle finger; his index brushing Suo Wei’s face temptingly.
And Suo Wei took a drag. The smoke lingered in his mouth, and he slowly exhaled it.
“Thank you,” Suo Wei said, and Chi Cheng felt like the worst of men.
In that position, Chi Cheng wanted to feel more righteous. He wanted to feel proud of having only pure and selfless thoughts. He wanted to think only of comforting and caring for Suo Wei as an older brother would.
He was sensitive, vulnerable. Chi Cheng knew that.
Therefore, instead of responding to the thanks, he had to keep smoking. He had to ignore the fact that Suo Wei's mouth had been on that filter seconds before, and that he wished that same mouth were somewhere else as soon as possible.
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Suo Wei strongly resisted when Chi Cheng suggested they should live together.
That was crazy, in his opinion. Unnecessary, at the very least; a huge inconvenience for Chi Cheng, he thought. But Chi Cheng wasn't willing to take no for an answer.
“It's closer to your mother's house,” he argued, “and I'll be able to take you to college every day. I always pick you up from work anyway.”
“Ge, that's—,” Suo Wei insisted, “I've already taken advantage of your good will way too much.”
“You haven't taken advantage of 1% of everything I'm willing to do for you.”
Chi Cheng said without thinking; it was just an overly honest thought. However, it was the first time he had seen Suo Wei react that way. He bit his lip, looked away, and Chi Cheng saw his ears turn red.
Chi Cheng loved that feeling. He wanted to be the only one capable of making Suo Wei blush like that. He wanted to be the only one capable of influencing him.
In the short months since they met — a chance encounter at a party that quickly turned into purposeful meets — Chi Cheng had developed a dangerous sense of dominance. It was simply absurd that anyone could touch Suo Wei and make him suffer as they pleased, that any harm could befall him; that any smile could distract him.
He wanted to protect Suo Wei ruthlessly. He also wanted to wreck him good... so good.
Chi Cheng didn't think he could go that far, however. Suo Wei was a little younger, still studying, and despite his attachment, he wasn't able to ignore the differences in experience between them. Still, he continued to indulge himself, creating convincing excuses to keep him close.
So convincing, in fact, that Suo Wei finally gave in.
He left the studio apartment he was living in to move into Chi Cheng's luxurious one on a Friday. He would have the weekend to get settled into his new home, and he could still visit his mother on Sunday, as he wished. Chi Cheng helped him with everything; from unpacking Suo Wei's belongings to being his personal driver.
They visited Liya together and returned home as if that had been their routine for a long time. Chi Cheng pretended not to notice Suo Wei's relieved sigh as he walked through the front door, he pretended not to like the natural way he said he wanted to take a shower. He pretended not to have thought that he wanted to keep that boy there for the rest of his life.
Chi Cheng took his own shower in his en-suite bathroom. He put on sweatpants and a black tank top, grabbed his pack of cigarettes and lighter, and went out onto the balcony. Suo Wei joined him a few minutes later. He was wearing cotton pajamas that left his arms and legs exposed, and Chi Cheng wondered if it had really been a good idea to suggest that they live together.
“May I?” Suo Wei asked, pointing to the cigarette Chi Cheng had just lit.
“Don’t you think you’re smoking too much?”
“Do you really want to be the one to lecture me about this?” Suo Wei laughed, and Chi Cheng snorted indignantly.
Irritatingly lured.
Perhaps that’s why he hadn’t thought much before acting. He took another drag and, with his free hand, squeezed Suo Wei’s cheeks and pulled his face close. Their lips were millimeters apart, and he blew the smoke into his mouth.
Suo Wei’s eyes widened and sparkled under the timid moonlight of that night. He remained motionless for the next few seconds, so much so that Chi Cheng became nervous. He stepped back just a little, his sweaty hands gripping the cold metal of the railing.
He had been hasty, for sure.
Chi Cheng took another drag, closed his eyes for a few long seconds, and turned to Suo Wei, ready to apologize. But then he felt Suo Wei's hands on his shoulders, supporting himself as he stood on tiptoe and kissed his smoky lips.
Chi Cheng felt warm from head to toe. Nothing in life had been able to ignite his entire fuse like that, but the press of Suo Wei's lips on his was enough. The smoke around them dissipated with the night breeze, the cigarette fell off the rail and went out on the sidewalk.
Chi Cheng's hands gripped Suo Wei's waist, who wrapped his arms around Chi Cheng's shoulders. His heels touched the ground again, so it was Chi Cheng who bent down, unable to separate his lips from Suo Wei's.
And that was all. Mouth to mouth, no further movement, until Chi Cheng decided to separate his lips and fit them against Suo Wei's. A gentle gesture that produced such a devastating sound — a timid pop of a kiss — caused the two to pause for a moment.
Chi Cheng touched his forehead to Suo Wei's. His breathing was heavy after such a simple touch. Suo Wei seemed even more flustered than he was.
"Thank you," Suo Wei whispered, looking breathless, "for the... smoke."
Chi Cheng blew a laugh against his face; his thumbs drawing circles on Suo Wei's hips, under his shirt.
"Anytime."
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Like all the habits they acquired, Chi Cheng wasn't sure how that one had started either. He knew when, however.
Since that night on the balcony, it had become a routine to receive kisses from Suo Wei. Every night.
He would take Suo Wei to college in the morning, pick him up from work, the two would go home together, shower, prepare or order something for dinner, share a cigarette on the balcony, and when they snuggled together on the living room sofa, Suo Wei would take the initiative. He would grab Chi Cheng's shirt for support and lean in enough to kiss his jaw. Then Chi Cheng would look down at those big, brown eyes, so bright under the pale bluish light of the TV, that nothing else mattered. Chi Cheng would lean back, and their lips would meet again.
But each day was different, in some way.
The first time, on the balcony, the kiss was shy and simple. In the following days, Suo Wei seemed even more nervous. He didn't ask questions, didn't claim for labels; he only tested whether Chi Cheng would accept a kiss by touching Chi Cheng's chin with his own lips.
Chi Cheng wasn't strong enough to resist.
He touched Suo Wei's face delicately. His long fingers nestled against his neck, and when his thumb brushed against Suo Wei's ear, a sigh escaped his mouth. It was a glorious moment, in which Chi Cheng seized the opportunity to fit their lips even better, and take that rosy mouth with even more want.
But on that particular day, the atmosphere was different.
Suo Wei wrapped his arms around Chi Cheng's shoulders, and the two lay comfortably on the sofa. Suo Wei pressed their lips together this time. One of Chi Cheng's legs slipped between Suo Wei's, one of his hands went under Suo Wei's head, the other gripped his waist and hips beneath his shirt.
Chi Cheng ran his tongue gently over Suo Wei's lips, and he shuddered in his arms. His hands tightened in the hair at the nape of Chi Cheng's neck, his eyes lifted, heavy, his legs tightened around his thigh.
"Are you alright?" Chi Cheng asked.
"Yes," he whispered the answer, breathless.
Chi Cheng wanted to devour him.
"Didn't you like it?" Chi Cheng asked again, but Suo Wei shook his head.
"I liked it," he assured; his body moving on its own against Chi Cheng's leg that was between his, "I liked it very much. It tastes... like tobacco."
"Good." Chi Cheng smiled, and stroked Suo Wei's cheek. "Stick your tongue out for me, baby."
Suo Wei sighed before obeying. He seemed shy as he did so; his face, ears, and neck were flushed, but he still opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue in a way that almost gave Chi Cheng a heart attack. Chi Cheng then ran his own tongue over Suo Wei's, and he shuddered again. He closed his eyes, and Chi Cheng enveloped Suo Wei's tongue between his lips, sucking slowly.
Suo Wei groaned. A short moan that sent Chi Cheng flying. Then it was his turn to thrust his own tongue into Suo Wei's mouth, pressing against the roof of his mouth, tasting that flavor as if it were the only one in the world.
Well, Chi Cheng was sure that nothing on the planet tasted like Wu Suo Wei.
He let him rub against his thigh, let the groans become longer and sharper inside his mouth, let him squeeze his little fingers in his hair and suck his tongue back.
Chi Cheng gripped his slender hips tightly, guiding each movement as he felt his boy losing control. He felt his cock throbbing against his thigh, saw the wet stain forming on the fabric of his shorts, felt saliva escaping from the corners of his mouth, a thin layer of sweat appearing on his forehead.
“Are you going to cum, baby?” Chi Cheng asked, his voice even lower than usual.
Suo Wei couldn't answer with words. He kept his mouth open in such a delicious “ah, ah, ah” that made Chi Cheng hiss, his eyebrows furrowing at the fucking sight. Suo Wei nodded, completely out of his mind.
When he came, squeezing himself tightly around Chi Cheng's body, he just hugged him back, kissed his neck, then his jaw, his ear, and his mouth. Suo Wei slowly caught his breath, his hands loosening their grip around Chi Cheng.
“Felt good?” Chi Cheng asked, a mischievous smile on his lips, his own hard-on inside his pants, but he didn’t want to scare his boy.
“Very,” Suo Wei replied and smiled; he looked down and noticed that Chi Cheng was still aroused, “you…”
“I’m fine. I can take care of it.” Chi Cheng made a move to get up, but Suo Wei wouldn’t allow it.
“No,” Suo Wei held both sides of Chi Cheng’s face, his big eyes still heavy and bright, making Chi Cheng weak, “I want to make you feel good too.”
“You know you don’t need to, don’t you?” Chi Cheng finally decided to address the worry that had crossed his mind during those days, “I didn’t ask you to live with me expecting you to do something like this.”
“I know,” Suo Wei whispered, his face all red as he stared at each mole on Chi Cheng’s face to escape his gaze, “I’m the one who’s wanted to do this for a long time.”
Chi Cheng felt his own face stretch into an absolutely inevitable smile. He brushed his nose against Suo Wei's, then kissed one side of his face, then the other, then his temple — right over his moles.
"For a long time?" Chi Cheng wanted to confirm, and Suo Wei nodded.
He buried his face in Chi Cheng's neck and agreed, his voice small when he said it, "Yes."
"Okay, then."
Chi Cheng pulled Suo Wei's face to look at him again, then reached for Suo Wei's hand that was gripping his hair and brought it in front of his own face. Chi Cheng licked Suo Wei's palm slowly. He traced every line, every space between his fingers, all with his eyes locked on Suo Wei's, who seemed not to be breathing. When he finished, he guided his hand inside his own pants.
When Suo Wei grabbed Chi Cheng's cock, they both groaned together. He guided Suo Wei's hand up and down slowly, because he was already very close after all. Suo Wei squeezed his flesh between his sticky fingers and, on his own, rubbed his thumb on the slit, which spilled pre-cum all over its length.
"Fuck," Chi Cheng groaned, gradually speeding up the pace, "give me your tongue again."
Suo Wei opened his mouth and let Chi Cheng suck his tongue once more. He wanted to swallow Suo Wei. He wanted to consume him whole. Chi Cheng held Suo Wei's hand in place and began to fuck it, thrust after thrust, deep, long moans unfolding into Suo Wei's mouth.
Then he came. Strong, thick, so good that he felt his body tremble from head to toe. Unbelievable. Because of a handjob. Because of the hands of that cheeky kid.
When Chi Cheng managed to catch his breath, he stared at Suo Wei. He seemed hypnotized, his body warm and limp, his gaze lost in Chi Cheng's expressions.
"Want a cigarette?" Chi Cheng offered, with a smile.
"Only if it's to share one with you."
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They were all at a popular pub in the city at Chengyu's invitation.
Chi Cheng didn't notice when that girl approached him, much less pay attention to the smile she gave him while leaning on the counter so that her breasts bounced.
He understood the flirtation; he wasn't an idiot. He just wasn't interested. However, to avoid further arguments or embarrassment, Chi Cheng didn't stop the woman's gesture when she slipped a napkin with her phone number into his pocket.
He simply sighed and walked away with his drink in hand, deciding to return to the table with Chengyu. As he returned, Chi Cheng noticed that Suo Wei's gaze was fixed on him. Serious. Irritated.
Chi Cheng sat down and stared back at him. A young man approached Suo Wei, and he allowed it. He let the stranger dance with him, touch his waist.
"Is everything alright?" Chengyu asked.
"Uh-huh," Chi Cheng replied, without taking his eyes off Suo Wei.
Then came the last straw. The young man offered Suo Wei a cigarette, which he accepted. The stranger lit the cigarette himself, then brought the tip to light Suo Wei's as well.
Chi Cheng stood up, ignored Chengyu's call, and went towards Suo Wei. As he approached, the young man backed away — probably because of Chi Cheng's gaze, which wasn't friendly at all. He held Suo Wei firmly by the elbow, but not enough to hurt him, and dragged him outside.
“What are you doing?” Suo Wei asked, freeing himself from the grip as soon as they reached the sidewalk.
“Me?” Chi Cheng questioned exasperatedly, and took the cigarette from Suo Wei’s mouth, throwing it on the ground and stomping on it, “What do you think you’re doing?”
Suo Wei lunged at Chi Cheng and reached into his pocket, pulling out the napkin with the number of the girl who had flirted with him.
“I don’t know.” Suo Wei threw the paper on the ground and also stomped on it. “Maybe the same thing as you.”
“I didn’t flirt with her,” Chi Cheng explained, “I just didn’t want to cause a scene.”
“I only accepted a cigarette,” Suo Wei retorted.
Chi Cheng moved closer, “You let him touch you.”
“You let her put her hand in your pocket.”
Chi Cheng pushed Suo Wei's body against the wall — one hand behind his head to keep him from getting hurt.
"I am yours." Chi Cheng practically growled the phrase.
Suo Wei fell silent. His body was pressed between the bricks and Chi Cheng's warm chest. A mixture of anger and passion in his gaze.
"Mine?" he questioned, and Chi Cheng nodded, his lips pressed together.
"Yours," he repeated, "there is no one else I want, or who can have me. Do you understand?"
Suo Wei sighed, softened in Chi Cheng's arms. "But she..."
"Do you want me to walk around with my eyes and ears covered? I can do that. I will never again hear a voice or see any face that isn't yours." Chi Cheng insisted, but his tone was still angry.
Suo Wei's eyes glistened, brimming with tears. His chin trembled, and Chi Cheng's heart leaped.
"You promise?" Suo Wei asked in a whisper; he was terrified he would burst into tears.
Chi Cheng, surrendering, rubbed his nose against Suo Wei's. "I promise."
Finally, Suo Wei's defenses crumbled. He raised his hands, cupping Chi Cheng's shoulders, and whispered against his face.
"I am only yours too."
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Chi Cheng had a cigarette between his lips.
He was lying on his back in his own bed, next to Suo Wei. Their heads were side by side, but their bodies were facing opposite directions. Suo Wei stroked Chi Cheng's cheek with his own, making Chi Cheng smile. He purred, melting Chi Cheng's heart for the thousandth time that day.
Life seemed to have stabilized. Liya seemed to be in better health, Suo Wei was working less and taking better care of himself. Things between them seemed increasingly settled.
When Chengyu asked that week what was going on between them, Suo Wei seemed embarrassed. However, Chi Cheng could see through his insecurity and calmly replied, "He's mine."
That answer seemed to leave Suo Wei completely ashamed, but he didn't deny it. He just hissed a 'Chi Cheng', which was met with a mischievous smile.
"Yours what?" Xiao Shuai insisted on the question, but ended up receiving a slap from Suo Wei. "Ow, I just want to understand."
Chi Cheng reached for Suo Wei's hand and brought him before him. Then, he asked, still calm.
“What do you prefer? Husband?”
“Why can’t you just ask me out like a normal person?” Suo Wei whined, and Chi Cheng laughed, opening his arms so Suo Wei could hide his face in his chest.
“Boyfriend, then,” Chi Cheng confirmed, but then added, “hubby soon.”
Suo Wei had to deal with his friends’ teasing, but he was clearly happy. His smile was open and sincere again. He couldn’t lie anymore.
But he still had the urge to smoke sometimes.
So, in their bed that night, he carefully took Chi Cheng’s cigarette and took a drag. Chi Cheng turned his head, watching his every move and letting himself go when Suo Wei pulled his face closer and blew the smoke into his mouth. He felt his whole body heat up when Suo Wei pinched his upper lip between his own and let the smoke take over until it dissipated.
They kissed in that position, and Suo Wei whispered, “I like the taste of your tongue after you smoke.”
“Too bad I didn’t smoke through my dick.”
Chi Cheng regretted saying that the next second. They hadn’t gotten that far yet. During those days, it was common for Suo Wei to seek friction on his body, to jerk off together, to rub against each other until orgasm. And kisses, lots of kisses. He hadn’t had the courage to ask for more than that, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want it.
He was about to change the subject when Suo Wei propped himself up on his elbows, his pleading, sparkling eyes always disarming Chi Cheng.
“I want to,” Suo Wei said suddenly.
“Want what?” Chi Cheng frowned, confused.
Suo Wei seemed embarrassed to have to speak, so he kissed the mole on Chi Cheng's nose and whispered against his cheek, "I want to taste your cock too."
Chi Cheng got hard. Just like that, suddenly, with those simple words.
"You're going to kill me." Chi Cheng rose up too, and faced Suo Wei, "Are you serious?" Suo Wei just nodded; Chi Cheng then sighed, put out the cigarette and sat up on the bed. "How do you want to do this?"
Suo Wei didn't have much experience. Chi Cheng knew this, so he wanted, above all, for him to feel comfortable. That's why, when Suo Wei dragged his knees across the mattress and stood up, Chi Cheng was confused. When he picked up a pillow and put it on the floor, Chi Cheng felt his mouth go dry. When he knelt on the pillow between Chi Cheng's legs, everything around Suo Wei went out of focus.
He looked up at Chi Cheng. His hands rested on his thighs, his fingers timidly slipping under the fabric of Chi Cheng's pajama shorts.
“You have a mole here,” said Suo Wei, kissing near Chi Cheng’s knee.
Suo Wei then rubbed his face against Chi Cheng’s thigh and looked up again. A silent plea for Chi Cheng to teach him, as he had taught that boy all the bad things he had learned lately.
Chi Cheng’s desire, however, was unbearable. He had already imagined that mouth around him too many times, especially after the kisses began.
So he did as when he shared a cigarette with Suo Wei.
Chi Cheng stroked the top of his head, then ran his fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. With his other hand, he freed his cock from inside his shorts and watched as it almost hit Suo Wei’s face. Chi Cheng saw how his shoulders narrowed, how his eyes followed his dick, how his little hands tightened on his thighs.
“Stick out your tongue,” that was a command Suo Wei already knew, so obeying was easy.
He stuck out his tongue, Chi Cheng grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the head against the soft, wet flesh. Suo Wei moaned, sighed, pressed the glans with his tongue, and forced the tip of the muscle into the slit, reveling in the pre-cum that dripped from it.
Chi Cheng was mesmerized. He held his own length with his thumb and middle finger, his index stretching out to caress Suo Wei's cheek.
“Open your mouth wide, baby,” Chi Cheng growled.
Just as he had filled Suo Wei's mouth with cigarette smoke months ago, Chi Cheng filled it with his cock. Slowly, bit by bit. He smoothed his beautiful, soft face, brushed his hair from his forehead, and asked him softly not to close his eyes, not yet.
And Suo Wei locked his gaze with Chi Cheng's. He didn't close them even when it became difficult to breathe, even when his eyes burned and watered. Even when Chi Cheng's short hairs touched his lips when he reached the base, feeling the head of his cock deep in his throat.
“Good boy,” Chi Cheng hissed, fascinated, “does it taste as good as you thought it would?”
Chi Cheng pulled Suo Wei's hair lightly, so that he would take his cock out of his mouth, and he gasped for air. His lips were full of saliva, his eyes were watery, and he replied hastily, “Yes. It's even better.”
Without waiting for a new command, showing that he always learned anything Chi Cheng taught him too quickly, Suo Wei plunged Chi Cheng's cock into his mouth again. He did it just like he did when he took a drag on a cigarette; he compressed his cheeks around the length, furrowed his eyebrows, and surrendered to the taste.
He used his hands to touch Chi Cheng when his mouth couldn't reach the base. His tongue circled the flesh and the glans, which he rubbed temptingly against his lips when he needed to catch his breath.
Chi Cheng held Suo Wei's head in place, “Let me fuck your little mouth, okay?” Suo Wei just opened his mouth and squeezed Chi Cheng's legs, agreeing. “If you need me to stop, tap my leg.”
Then he sank into that mouth on his own, and groaned when he heard the sound of Suo Wei's gagging. He grabbed both sides of his head, forcing himself inside, running his thumbs over Suo Wei's wet eyes, watching as they rolled back and closed. Suo Wei began to moan too, whenever he could breathe, and the vibration made the blowjob even better.
Chi Cheng was so close... so close.
“Baby... I'm cumming,” Chi Cheng warned, and tried to push Suo Wei's head away, but he wouldn't let him.
Suo Wei hugged Chi Cheng's waist, bobbing his head on his own, and Chi Cheng couldn't hold back. He came in Suo Wei's throat, who coughed when he received the hot jet in his mouth, but swallowed it all. He breathed carefully, still licking Chi Cheng's crotch, cleaning everything up.
Chi Cheng pulled Suo Wei by the arms until he sat on his lap. When he touched his cock through his shorts, he realized it was wet. Very wet.
“You... came?” Chi Cheng asked incredulously, “You came just from sucking me?”
Suo Wei didn't answer. He was embarrassed again and hid his face in Chi Cheng's neck, but Chi Cheng was in heaven. He kissed Suo Wei's face and laid him down on the bed with a single movement, which startled Suo Wei.
“Let me clean you up too.”
Chi Cheng pulled Suo Wei's shorts down to his thighs; he wasn't wearing underwear. It was there, all cum-covered and delicious, and Chi Cheng put his cock in his mouth just like that. Suo Wei moaned softly, whimpering, because the immediate stimulation after cumming was too much to handle.
Chi Cheng continued licking. He sucked his balls slowly, smoothing his legs and fitting them over his shoulders; he went down his perineum and reached his rim, which twitched at his tongue, eager. Chi Cheng moaned and spread his buttocks to lick even deeper. Suo Wei's crying dragged through the room without the slightest control.
Then Suo Wei grabbed his own cock, just as he came again. His body trembled under Chi Cheng's lips, who was completely enchanted by those reactions.
“I want to see you cum like that, without touching yourself, when I fuck you here.” Chi Cheng put just the tip of his finger inside Suo Wei's hole, and he moaned, still lost in the middle of his own orgasm.
Chi Cheng laughed, then crawled over to lie down next to Suo Wei and pull his body closer to his. He was obsessed with him. He thought about that man twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. And the more he had of him, the more he felt it would never be enough.
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Chi Cheng decided he was going to quit smoking. Gradually.
To do so, he concluded, he would need to occupy his mouth with something else whenever he craved a cigarette. For this reason, every night without fail, Chi Cheng needed to suck Suo Wei.
Medical recommendations. Well, almost.
That night, Chi Cheng was particularly anxious. He didn't even wait for Suo Wei to put on his pajamas after his shower — he was going to have to take them off anyway. Suo Wei lay naked on the bed, legs spread, chest rising and falling, cock twitching as he waited for Chi Cheng to devour him.
Chi Cheng felt his arousal rising through his legs, burning everything, making him hard even before his knees touched the mattress. He took off all his clothes too, completely exposed before Suo Wei.
Suo Wei stroked his own thighs, but didn't touch his cock. He was eager, but he wanted Chi Cheng to do it; he wanted Chi Cheng's hands on his body, he wanted Chi Cheng's mouth on his skin.
But despite his hunger, Chi Cheng couldn't resist torturing Suo Wei. He grabbed one of his ankles and smiled when Suo Wei gasped. That little foot was beautiful and adorable when Suo Wei walked, and Chi Cheng let the sole touch his belly and slide up his chest.
“What are you doing?” Suo Wei asked in a whisper.
“Worshiping you.”
Then Chi Cheng leaned down and took his toe into his mouth. Suo Wei let a trembling sigh escape from between his lips. Chi Cheng's tongue traced wet paths between his toes, sucking them one by one, and then licked the sole. Suo Wei's feet felt ticklish, at least under Chi Cheng's hands. But at that moment, when he tried to pull his leg back, Chi Cheng knew that wasn't the reason.
Chi Cheng stopped licking Suo Wei's foot and guided it to his own cock. He let the sole touch the hard, wet length and squealed. Suo Wei didn't seem to be breathing; his lips parted, his eyes misty. When Chi Cheng pressed his foot into his own flesh, it was Suo Wei who moaned. Instinctively, he made room between his toes to massage the head of Chi Cheng's cock.
“Fuck, baby.” Chi Cheng groaned, “you're a natural.”
Suo Wei loved the compliment. So he continued to press Chi Cheng's cock with the soles of his feet, massaging the shaft with his toes, smearing the hard-on with the precum that escaped from the swollen head.
Chi Cheng wanted to throw his head back and close his eyes to enjoy the sensation, but with his fist clenched around Suo Wei's ankle, he was unable to lose sight of what was in front of him.
Suo Wei didn't dare touch his own cock. He scratched his belly, squeezed his thighs together, rubbed his chest, and waited. Like a good boy.
Chi Cheng really adored him. He lifted Suo Wei's foot again and kissed his shins, his calves, and his knees. Then he bit his thighs and the curve of his groin, rubbing his nose against his balls. He kissed the prominent bones of his hips and his belly. He brought his hand close and captured his index and middle fingers in his mouth, sucking them slowly. When he released them, he kissed the back of his hand, his wrist, his arms, his shoulders. He licked his collarbones and neck, and then his ear.
Suo Wei was breathing so heavily that Chi Cheng had to ask, “Breathe slowly.”
Suo Wei tried to obey. He squeezed Chi Cheng's waist, trying to steady himself, and whispered, “I need you.”
Chi Cheng smiled, his lips brushing Suo Wei's without actually kissing him.
“I'll suck you. There's no need to rush.”
“No,” said Suo Wei; his entire face turned red, as did his chest and ears, “I want you... I want you inside me.”
This time, it was Chi Cheng who stopped breathing. They had already done many things, but Chi Cheng always worried about crossing the line. He always let Suo Wei take the first step. Until now, he had sucked him all over, he had rubbed and licked his hole really nicely, but he had never gone beyond that.
“Are you sure?” Chi Cheng still wanted to confirm.
Suo Wei nodded euphorically, his body trembling beneath him. “I've been dreaming about this, ge,” he confessed eagerly, “please, I can't wait any longer.”
“So,” Chi Cheng, overcome by an even greater heat than before, said in a voice so deep it sounded more like a beast, “you have to do what I say.”
Suo Wei agreed without hesitation. Then Chi Cheng slowly moved his lips down Suo Wei's neck, and further down until he reached his nipples. Suo Wei's voice rose as he moaned, feeling Chi Cheng's hot lips around his sensitive skin. Suo Wei grabbed Chi Cheng's hair, his legs trembling, opening up even more under the larger body. His open mouth let out a mixture of gasps and moans that drove Chi Cheng crazy.
Chi Cheng's right hand rose and he stuck two fingers inside Suo Wei's beautiful mouth. And he sucked. Suo Wei moaned with those fingers in his mouth as if he were sucking Chi Cheng's cock. He moved under Chi Cheng's body, under his lips, seeking any friction; whether in the brief moments when Chi Cheng's belly touched his hard cock, in the sheets stimulating his skin, in the mouth devouring his nipples, and now in the fingers sinking into his throat.
“Fuck,” Chi Cheng said, then kissed his way down Suo Wei's belly, removing his fingers from his mouth.
Suo Wei didn't seem to like that; he seemed to feel like something was missing to silence him. But then, finally, tucked between those legs, Chi Cheng took Suo Wei whole into his mouth. Suo Wei practically screamed, and Chi Cheng felt the flesh swell even more on his tongue.
His saliva-wet fingers brushed Suo Wei's hole, and when Chi Cheng slipped his fingertip inside, Suo Wei let out a long, loud moan. He lifted his hips, squeezing Chi Cheng's finger inside him, burying himself in the skilled mouth that sucked him, completely maddened.
“Fuck me,” Suo Wei begged, “Please, please. I need your cock inside me.”
Chi Cheng almost choked, taking Suo Wei's cock deep into his own mouth. He wanted to devour him whole, savor every last bit. He pushed his finger even deeper, added another, and Suo Wei screamed again; his body convulsed when Chi Cheng found the sweet spot inside him. His big eyes squeezed shut, then widened, staring at Chi Cheng, shining with tears. His legs spread apart in desperation, trembling; his hands clenched the sheets into fists.
“Chi Cheng—” Suo Wei yelled, “I'm going to...”
“No,” Chi Cheng ordered.
He took Suo Wei's cock out of his mouth and held the base, preventing him from cumming. Suo Wei whimpered. That sound turned into real crying. Chi Cheng watched, fascinated, as Suo Wei's lips curled downward and his eyes overflowed with thick tears. A deep concern mixed with insane pleasure.
“Calm down, baby,” Chi Cheng leaned over Suo Wei's body, “Do you want to stop? Does it hurt?”
“No,” Suo Wei purred; his voice small and fragile, “it feels so good, please. Fuck me... let me cum.”
Chi Cheng couldn't resist any longer. He couldn't continue with this torture, because he was torturing himself too. So he kissed Suo Wei's wet cheeks and caressed his head.
“I'll give you what you want,” he whispered, grabbed his own cock and rubbed it against Suo Wei's rim, “is this what you want so badly?”
Suo Wei moaned, moving his hips to feel Chi Cheng's cock better.
“Yes,” he moaned again, tears still escaping from his eyes. He could feel the head wetting his hole and pushed himself down, hoping it would go in just a little, “I want to cum with your cock inside me.”
Chi Cheng pushed himself halfway inside at once. Suo Wei gasped, then sucked in air and didn't let it out. His lips parted, his eyes widened, his entire body burst into flames, and he wrapped both arms around Chi Cheng's shoulders.
“Yes,” he dug his nails into Chi Cheng's back, “Yes.”
Chi Cheng sank even deeper into him, all the way in. He touched his forehead to Suo Wei's; their gazes locked. Suo Wei seemed breathless, so Chi Cheng said again, “Breathe, baby. Breathe for me. Slowly.”
Suo Wei exhaled with difficulty. Chi Cheng remained still, waiting for Suo Wei to get used to it and start breathing again. When he felt the nails in his back loosen their grip, Chi Cheng moved. He pulled out almost completely, then pushed himself back in again. Suo Wei wrapped his legs around Chi Cheng's hips and grabbed his hair.
“Yes,” he cried, “Fuck me like that.”
And this time, it was Chi Cheng who obeyed. He continued hard, slowly, listening to Suo Wei's delicious little mouth letting out a new “ah” with each new rough thrust. Chi Cheng sank his tongue into Suo Wei's mouth and undulated his hips, making Suo Wei cry out again. He had hit the right spot inside him again, and continued thrusting there, again and again, feeling his scandalous and sensitive boy melt in his arms.
Suo Wei's body was covered in goosebumps, trembling, hot. Chi Cheng could tell from the tone of his cries, from the rhythm of his breathing, that he was on the edge.
“Are you going to let me come inside you?” Chi Cheng asked, sucking and biting Suo Wei's earlobe.
“Yes, please,” Suo Wei begged, “Fill me up.”
Chi Cheng moaned, grunted, and fucked Suo Wei even harder, faster, reveling in his moans as if he were addicted. And he was. He felt Suo Wei's body convulsing beneath him, and when he saw that he was about to jerk off to climax, Chi Cheng grabbed his wrist.
“No,” he practically growled, “you're going to come without touching yourself, just with my cock fucking you.” He thrust harder. “Just with me filling you up with my cum.”
Suo Wei began to cry again. He sobbed as his body shot out uncontrollable spasms, and his cum spread over his own belly to his chin. Chi Cheng moaned when he saw it, moaned even more when he felt Suo Wei's heat squeezing him even tighter. He licked Suo Wei's cum-stained chin and continued thrusting into him until he came too.
The hot jets spilled inside Suo Wei, who was still overestimulated. So just feeling Chi Cheng filling him up inside triggered another orgasm. He trembled again from head to toe, still sobbing, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Chi Cheng gradually slowed his thrusts, pulling out of Suo Wei when he had emptied everything inside him. He kissed Suo Wei's face tenderly, touched his body gently, searched his clouded eyes to focus on his face.
“Are you okay?” Chi Cheng whispered, afraid that even his voice would be too much after everything.
But Suo Wei seemed completely wrecked. Deliciously wrecked.
“I love you,” he replied instead.
Chi Cheng thought he might die. His heart felt so full, beating so fast, that he didn't think he could bear it. Suo Wei was at his most vulnerable, saying the sweetest words that could exist just because they were coming from his lips.
Lips and words more addictive than any cigarette. If Suo Wei were smoke, Chi Cheng would die suffocated just to never let him out of his lungs. So he leaned in with the reverence of a servant to touch that mouth with his own, and reply,
“I love you more.”