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after a little argument that separated them-as kim asked qin to focus on practice, qin finally finished the jazz practice with uneasy mind.
qin rushed to duang's apartment only to find the door locked and nobody's inside to answer his bell rings. so he texted duang, i'm in front of your room.
but not for long, 'cause qin has found the code combination to duang's door lock and he's now inside the room.
p.s to know what's the code, go watch dwy (hard selling) :p
fast forward, duangqin is now chilling outside, beers on their hands, sorting their mind out about all problems that led to the argument earlier that day.
"i missed you, duang."
duang in his natural self, puts both his hand in front of his chest, "OUCH! duang's gonna die, ter"
qin scoffs lightly as he's now used to duang overreaction.
"be careful, ter. i might devour you when you're drunk"
that statement brought them to this situation. qin sitting on duang's lap, grinding their hard centers, "you're the one who should be careful."
duang peeks down to the hot friction, panicking, "t-ter, someone's going to see."
"no one's going to see, duang," qin scans the surroundings with his eyes, proofing there's no one, only duang and qin, "you have this penthouse and the whole balcony to yourself,"
"right?" qin moves back and forth slightly, just enough to grind both their hard center, resulting a moan muffled with wet kisses.
one thing duang notices after doing "it" so much is.. qin loves dry humping.
"mh- qin.. but duang don't want drunk sex, i was just joking," duang talks between the kiss. "i want us to make love, in a condition where i'm able to control myself, where i'm aware of all your touches,"
"and where i can remember each of your moves."
qin agrees. so he stood up, grabs duang's collar, and drag him inside to the bathroom. took a shower to sober.
"can you wait outside, i need some more time.."
"okay, ter"
duang walks out first with just a towel gripping loosely to his hips. too loose that if a wind blows to it, it surely falls off. exaggerated.
duang plops himself down to the edge of the bed. scanning the room as if it's his first day there. what do you mean he became unfamiliar with his own room? well it's because he's been staying comfortably at qin's condo with no plans of leaving. as long as qin lets him be there, he would happily be there.
back to scanning the room, duang was thinking what to do this time. they have done "it" almost everyday, almost trying out all different ways, positions, and uhm... toys, blindfolds, handcuffs, you mention it—that of course stays at qin's condo, not here. so he's trying to figure out something new to do with qin, of course by asking qin's consent first.
time to think has run out by the moment qin stepped out of the bathroom, with the same state where he wears nothing but a towel wrapping around his waist.
but duang spots the frown on qin's forehead and a pout on qin's lips, he's confused.
"ter, are you not in the mood? it's okay we don't have to-"
"duang."
"yes, my love?"
"can you stop being so gentle to me?" this is what qin meant by needing more time. he needs a time to speak out what he has been wanting.
"of course not, ter.." call duang dumb as you want, but all he wants to is to protect his lover, even from his own self.
"you're precious to me and i would never want to hurt you."
"i mean, just in bed.."
"i.. want it rough at least for right now.."
"i've missed you."
"oh really? you know what, qin." duang licks on his suddenly dry lips, "i've been holding back as much as i can, tho you keep teasing me."
"i know." a smirk forms on qin's lips.
"so how rough do you want it to be?" duang moves towards him, ready to devour the meal served.
"wreck me,"
"make me scream your name, duang."
"anything you want, my love." duang walks away, snatched the chair's headrest from his desk to turn the whole chair facing his full body mirror—the one where he used to take his ootd fitchecks. but today, he's going to use it for them both. not to check on outfits, cs they both are not wearing any right now.
at first, qin was confused.
"come here, ter." but duang answers his confusion after settling himself to sit on the chair, right in front of the mirror.
"bastard." qin curses on duang's nasty thoughts.
"you love this bastard." duang puts both his hand on the arm rest, a welcoming gesture for qin to sit on him.
qin's gaze trails from the drips on duang's hair cs he doesn't bother to dry it off, the glistening body he hasn't touched since he's busy with jazz practices, down to the towel on duang's waist which provides a minimum coverage cs it's starting to loose.
"i do." qin was ready to straddle to the invitation, almost facing to duang. but duang grabs his hips to stop, flipped him over, and settled qin to sit on his lap facing the mirror.
"watch as you touch yourself."
"huh? ah-" qin's confusion got cut off cs the towel on his own waist suddenly got off with a rough snatch. making his lower part bare, feeling a poke through duang's towel that tents due to duang's hard member.
duang pushes forward a bit, making the contact more intense, resulting a moan from the pretty boy on top of him. but duang didn't mean that, he wanted to grab something from his working desk —that he barely used for working cs art students js prefer working freely on the floor.
paint brush.
qin's eyes widened, looking at how one of duang's hand is contemplating on which brush to use. while also keeping one hand on qin's waist, locking him down.
paint brush number 12.
duang rarely use this one. it's simply too big for small pieces and too small for big pieces. which makes sense how the brush side is kinda hard. so duang had to soften it out first.
how?
duang positions himself and qin to lay fully on the seat. then smeared the brush on qin's tip covered in precum.
"duang- hah.. you're insane." qin throws his head back until he settled it on duang's neck crook. but duang grabs his jawline, fixing qin's gaze to watch on the mirror.
qin sees himself and duang. both covered in lust and reddish tone due to heat flush.
"you wanted rough, i will give you," duang trails the brush with the paint he got from qin's tip.
from qin's jawline, to his chest, circling around the now-hard-nipple, down to his abdomen, then to qin's hard length. qin shudders to the feeling of each strands brushing his tip, making him produce more paint.
qin tries to muffle his moans by biting his lips, naturally parts his legs due to the feeling, exposing his throbbing entrance to the mirror now. duang smirks to the view, took more of the paint to smear on qin's pulsing entrance that seems demanding. then he pulls away.
"but first, touch yourself," duang handed qin the brush.
qin lets go of the bite on his lips, the lost of touch cause him dissatisfied. he hesitatingly took the brush from duang.
"how?"
say less. duang guided qin's hand to grab the brush upside down-the brush's hard tip on top-then to his entrance.
"fuck, this is crazy- duang-" qin slowly push the brush tip inside with duang's help, shutting his eyes closed to the pain. "i cant- it hurts-"
qin heard a spit coming out behind him. and it's smeared by duang's finger to lube his entrance.
"try again," and again, duang fixes qin's gaze to the mirror, "eyes on us, ter."
qin opens his eyes, meeting the dark gaze behind him, slightly loves the dominated feeling that he's willingly try to push the brush inside him again.
duang watches as qin took the brush pulls out. push in. pulls out again. kissing the shoulder in front of him as a way of saying you're doing good.
meanwhile qin, is moaning. not to pleasure but frustation. the tip is rounded, yes. but the shape is way thinner than what qin usually had inside him. the brush tip is basically just poking his insides. he needs more.
"duang.." qin's hand left the brush tip hanging inside him. moving to cup duang—who's resting on his shoulder, enjoying the view. "qin doesn't like this- qin wants ter.."
he goes in for a kiss. a wet one since saliva is already pooling in duang's mouth.
hearing the begs, duang kiss back. but his hand on autopilot moving upfront to reach the brush that rested on qin's entrance. pushing it further and circling it inside like playing with joystick, resulting a moan muffled in the kiss.
that's it.
duang has teased qin for so long. now, time for payback.
qin stood up after pulling out the brush, snatches duang's towel, and kneels in between duang's bare thighs. brush still on his hand. exploring duang's toned abs, poking on the nipple, then went down to duang's rock hard length.
"ah- ter.."
he spits to the length decorated with precums, circling the brush side to the tip as if he's mixing paint with water. then he flips the brush circling on duang's tip with the hard pointy side of the brush, sometimes pushing it to the slit. if qin could push it inside, he would. but as he heard whiny moans from his lover, he stops.
"mmh- qin.. gosh, okay i'll give what you want."
"you better do." qin stands upright, throwing away the brush carelessly, and positioning himself in a way that leaves duang's jaw dropped.
qin stands with his back facing duang, arching his back to the angle that's just right for duang to enter, one hand supporting his own body on the mirror's frame, and one hand using two of his fingers to part his anal entrance. he gives duang a full view of his insides, inviting the hard member to slam inside.
and duang did.
duang just got off his chair and enters, accepting qin's invitation. both groans to the rougher frictions as they usually spend more time for prepping. who can resist to waste another time to prep or lube in this state? plus, qin wants it rough, so he gets rough.
but duang still worries, "ter.. you okay?" he stilled, still not moving.
"hmmh- okay. move." duang obeys, moving in slow motions until qin snaps his patience.
"hard. please." qin meets duang's eyes on the mirror, begging with his doe eyes.
duang obeys again. this time, losing himself due to his lover's eyes. he slammed inside until qin's also slammed to the mirror, losing his balance. but thanks to duang's grip he managed to keep standing, gripping on the mirror's frame as his moans burried to the cold mirror surface.
the contrast of temperature makes the mirror blur a bit, but they both can still see how duang's length moves in and out. the view makes qin bites his lips again.
"c'mon qin, let it out," duang goes harder, deeper, meeting the spot he's now familiar with, "scream my name."
"a-ah duang- DUANG-" qin really screams. loud.
duang's voice is now adding to the stimulation, "that's right. let my neighbors know how good i make you feel,"
qin's spot is being hit with a fast rhythm, faster than usual rhythm duang uses, or faster than the bpm of his jazz practice.
right, jazz practice. how's qin going to practice with a hoarse voice tomorrow? qin clenches his insides with the thought of having to explain why his body is aching.
that receives a groan from the one being clenched inside, "ah- qin... you're tight," duang took a payback by reaching qin's length upfront. stroking it up and down matching his hard rhythm.
"d-duang- too much!" qin arched his back further due to overstimulation, tightening his clench, making duang's move tighter. "i cant- im comingh"
"together" duang can't help himself from the tighter clench either, still stroking qin's length until the release splats to the mirror, duang rides his high as he spluttered warm release into qin's non-existent womb. (he strongly believes if qin had a womb, he would get qin pregnant every year btw)
they stilled, catching their breath before pulling out. both hissed to the emptiness.
duang moves back to take a seat on the forgotten chair. he admires the beauty they both created. on qin, duang's release starts to spill to qin's thigh. on the mirror, qin's release splattered like an abstract painting. masterpiece.
once qin is back to his sense, he meets duang's gaze on the mirror. gives an approving smirk to duang, "so rough."
"you like that?" duang taps on his lap, voluntarily inviting to be a support to qin's wobbly legs.
"very much." qin accepts the invitation, sitting sideways to avoid dangerous friction cs he can't take it anymore.
"should i not clean this masterpiece? look, it's abstract." duang points out to the mirror, makin qin glance to it.
"bastard." qin scoffs to the ridiculous idea.
"you love this bastard." duang's gaze now fixed on his lover laying weak on his chest.
qin went in for a slight peck, "i do."
duang felt overjoyed by the peck (as if he didn't just wreck his lover's anal just a minute ago?)
but that's how duang is, enjoys everything qin does to show his love.
and that's how qin is, showing his love through quiet actions.
the night ends with qin struggling to move around, legs limb, and duang willingly helping him clean qin, himself, and the mirror (of course).
and qin was tugged to warm bedtime before he got time to think of an excuse about his practice tomorrow.