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Clammy skin rubbed against another, creating a sticky friction as Wuyang made himself rest comfortably on Mizuki’s upper body. His head flat on Mizuki’s sweaty chest, listening to the rapid heartbeat. Mizuki’s breathing was still ragged, still uneven and his chest rose and fell heavily due to the aftermath of yet another heated exchange they just shared. A yawn escaped Mizuki’s lips, exhaustion taking over his limbs, yet the bliss from multiple orgasms, caused by the man laying in his arms, pulsated through his veins. Mizuki’s right arm embraced Wuyang and even though this felt too romantic, to intimate, Mizuki couldn’t stop himself from gently caressing the still heated skin of the other’s arm with his fingertips. The setting sun was shining through the windows, illuminating Wuyang’s room in golden hues. His skin, still covered in beads of sweat, seemed to be glowing in the warm beams, Mizuki noted. Gosh, Wuyang was so beautiful...
In every way, he was just gorgeous, breathtaking. The more Mizuki learned about the dancer, the more he kept falling. Wuyang consumed him fully, engulfed his mind with thoughts, first only of lewd nature, but by now they had turned into something more, something affectionate. More than once Mizuki had caught himself daydreaming of Wuyang’s bright smile, imagined what kind of bad joke he’d crack in a situation Mizuki had found himself in.
But they weren’t a thing, no. Nothing exclusive. At least they’ve never specified that. The only thing they did was meet up to have sex. That’s all there was to it. Every time Wuyang texted Mizuki to come over, Mizuki agreed in an instant, no matter the time, no matter how many days, or weeks, have passed since their last encounter. Wuyang must think he’s such a pathetic, sex-addicted loser, always jumping at any opportunity he got. Mizuki wondered if Wuyang had figured, that he hadn’t slept with anyone else, hadn’t even texted anyone else, ever since he had met him. But at the same time he hoped Wuyang wasn’t aware of that. What if that was a turn off for the other? What if that made it seem to confining? He didn’t want to pressure Wuyang into a relationship, yet denying his romantic feelings for the other man would simply be a lie, Mizuki knew as much.
“Fuck.” He groaned and his prosthesis flew over his face, covering his eyes.
He felt Wuyang shuffle next to him. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Mizuki peeked at the beautiful face of the man that had just fucked him senseless. “Just exhausted, I guess.”
Wuyang hummed, his fingertips walking over Mizuki’s bare chest. “You know,” He started drawing patterns on the pale skin. “There’s a special show at the Lounge next weekend. I’d like it if you’d come and watch me.”
Now his interest was piqued, and Mizuki let his artificial arm drop from his face. “Oh?” He crooked the eyebrow with his piercing. “What kind of show are we talking about?”
“Well… I don’t want to say too much,” Wuyang grinned brightly at Mizuki, but there was a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “But I’ve practiced really hard for it. And I think you’d like it.”
And how could Mizuki ever say no to Wuyang?
Saturday night Mizuki found himself inside the strange night club once again. His last visit has been a while ago, yet the drastic changes to the interior still struck him by surprise.
The long stage, that once stretched throughout the whole room, was no more. Now there was a shorter, wider version, which ended in a circular shape. In the middle of said circle stood a pole, attached to both stage and ceiling. Mizuki could only imagine what today’s special show would be like. An excited grin formed on his lips.
Full of anticipation, Mizuki ordered his Mojito at the bar. The handsome guy from last time immediately recognised Mizuki the moment he stepped closer. “Hello again,” He greeted Mizuki with a suggestive smile. “It’s been a while.”
“I guess.” Mizuki watched the man work on his drink with practiced ease.
“I have to admit, I felt a bit dejected you left without me last time.” He pushed the finished drink towards Mizuki.
“Sorry…” A questioning expression on his face.
“Niran.”
“Sorry, Niran.” Mizuki let the name roll off his tongue. It didn’t feel as good as Wuyang.
“The offer still stands.” The bartender winked at Mizuki and went back to drying a whiskey glass.
“Thanks,” Mizuki took a sip of his cocktail. “But I have a date today.”
It wasn’t a date.
Unless you’d describe sitting in the first row watching a revealingly dressed woman rub her ass against a pole as a date.
Mizuki took another sip of his drink as he watched the woman twirl around the pole with ease. Her movement was smooth, a suggestive smile constantly on her face, and Mizuki couldn’t help but acknowledge her performance. Making her choreography look so easy, so effortless was truly impressive. But as much as he enjoyed the show so far, he couldn’t wait to finally see what Wuyang had been practicing for. The anticipation grew stronger and stonger with every passing second.
The music came to a halt, and the woman finished her show with a deep curtsy. The crowd cheered loudly and Mizuki clapped his hands a few times as well. His eyes kept scanning the sides of the main stage, hoping to see a familiar face peek out from behind the curtains.
And finally, here he was.
Wuyang stepped onto the stage, bowed to the audience once as a greeting and made his way over towards the pole. His steps screamed of confidence and Mizuki couldn’t tear his eyes off the man. Not only did he look even better than the last time he saw him, he also wore a stage outfit that caused Mizuki’s brain to short circuit with too many inappropriate ideas flooding his mind.
Wuyang wore black boots, orange baggy pants paired with a fitting black shirt underneath an orange firefighter jacket. Mizuki wasn’t sure what exactly it was about the outfit that made Wuyang look even hotter. After all, it wasn’t revealing at all. Yet, Mizuki felt his cheeks heating up as he watched Wuyang make his way towards the pole, holding onto it tightly with one hand once he reached it.
Maybe it was the uniform, Mizuki reasoned the blush on his cheeks. Men in uniform were hot after all. Or maybe it was simply just the tight shirt, hugging Wuyang’s abs in a mouth-watering way. His eyes wandered and Mizuki noticed the outline of Wuyang’s nipple piercings through the tight shirt. Gosh, how badly he wanted to run his tongue over the little clothes nubs. He wetted his lips. Okay, maybe Mizuki was just a weird sex-addict.
Wuyang spotted Mizuki in the crowd immediately and smiled at him brightly. His eyes turned into crescents. An irritating warmth spread through Mizuki’s chest, and he blamed it on the alcohol as he took another sip of his drink.
The lights shifted and a cone of bright light illuminated Wuyang. He closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply, before the music started and his eyelids snapped open. A grin spread over his lips as he slowly started strutting around the pole, swaying his hips to the music. Mizuki couldn’t tear his eyes off Wuyang’s every step. Once he was back to facing Mizuki, he stopped, held the pole with both hands over his head and slowly, yet suggestively, he slid down the post. Just when his ass was about to touch the ground, he moved his hips upwards in waves. His abs, visible through the tight fabric, flexed with every move. The crowd cheered. Mizuki gulped. This was way too sexual already.
In a swift motion, Wuyang pulled himself up and swirled around the staff again. Occasionally he stopped to let his body sway against it. The crowd cheered louder with every additional body wave Wuyang did. And Mizuki couldn’t help but wish to be that pole. To be circled by Wuyang like this. One hand gliding over Mizuki’s chest and shoulders while Wuyang’s eyes undressed him. Mizuki’s took another sip of his drink, hoping to wash down these inappropriate thoughts.
After another few sensual dance moves, Wuyang slipped his jacket off his shoulders and the crowd went wild. Mizuki felt his throat tightening. Was this escalating into a strip show? But Wuyang wasn’t a stripper, he was a dancer, an entertainer! Surely, Wuyang would've told him if this was going to be a more sexual show, right? Because if it was, Mizuki would’ve stopped it before it even started. Seeing Wuyang naked was his privilege alone and he was definitely not willing to share that.
It only took a few steps for Wuyang to stand right in front of Mizuki, looking down at him from up the stage. His jacket dangled loosely over his index finger as Wuyang reached his arm out for Mizuki. Without a word he let the jacket drop on Mizuki’s lap, winking at the flustered man once before turning around again to make his way back to the pole.
Eyes still fixed on the dancer, Mizuki folded the jacket neatly in his lap. His heart was beating so fast in his chest, Mizuki started to feel lightheaded. The blood wasn’t evenly distributed through his veins anymore.
Wuyang did another swirl around the bar before he grabbed it with both hands and lifted himself off the ground. At first he made it look like he was walking on air. Immediately after that, Wuyang lifted his legs up, did an almost perfect split in the air while tilting his body. Once his legs reached over his head, he paused for a moment, and let himself be twirled around the pole.
Mizuki watched in awe. Not only did Wuyang look extremely handsome like this, but also the amount of body control and core strength impressed Mizuki to no end. Yes, Wuyang was very muscular, but lifting himself off the ground, upside down, with only his hands holding onto a pole was still no easy task.
Wuyang changed his pose again, the horizontal split shifted into a vertical one, feet touching the pole for a moment, only for Wuyang to wrap his legs around the pole. Slowly, he removed his hands and kept himself in place with his legs wrapped around the staff, face down towards the ground. He swirled around the pole a few times, arms slowly sliding over his chest until reaching over his head and towards the ground in a sensual way. To Mizuki Wuyang looked like a deity, something not from this world. How could a person be this beautiful? This perfect in every way? There was no flaw about Wuyang. His tanned skin was glowing under the bright lights, making him shine and drag everyone’s attention toward him. His body was so perfectly defined, as if every muscle was drawn by the hand of an angel. And his eyes… Mizuki could stare into these eyes for eternity. He could lose himself completely in Wuyang’s whole being.
Mizuki was just admiring Wuyang’s flexibility when suddenly the man on stage dropped, sliding down towards the ground. His heart skipped a beat, eyes widened in shock. He was about to jump up from his seat, when Wuyang stopped his fall with his legs alone. And Mizuki’s realised this was just part of the show, luckily. He took a deep breath and relaxed again.
Wuyang moved into a one-handed handstand, legs untangled from the pole, only his left foot was still in contact with it. Slowly, he put his other hand on the ground, walked a few steps until he let his feet fall forward to meet the floor again. Mizuki watched as Wuyang moved his hips up and down, head falling back between his shoulders and one hand teasingly running over his chest. Oh gosh, Wuyang looked so hot fucking the air. Mizuki felt his pants growing tighter, his mouth seemed to be completely dry. How much he wanted to just walk up onto that stage and run his fingers over Wuyang’s body. How much Mizuki wished Wuyang would grind against him like that. He swallowed down a moan and shifted in his seat as another wave of arousal washed through his body and settled on his dick. He was getting embarrassingly hard from just a few body waves by Wuyang. A deep sigh left his mouth and he tried adjusting his pants subtly. Luckily, Wuyang’s jacket was laying in his lap, hiding just how affected Mizuki was by Wuyang’s performance. It wasn’t even too sexual, just a little sensual. Yet, Mizuki felt hot and bothered to no end. He already knew this night would end with him buried deep inside the other man’s hole.
Wuyang continued his dance around the pole, pulling himself up on it. This time his legs were over his head in a V-shape, as he was circling around the metal staff. Hooking one leg around the pole with the other raised to the ceiling, Wuyang’s let himself twirl around it a few times upside down. Before finally finishing his performance with a horizontal pose. Only his feet remained on the pole as Wuyang stood parallel in the air. Mizuki could see Wuyang’s prominent abs flexing under his black shirt. This pose alone must be so demanding. Mizuki was amazed by how easy Wuyang made it look.
Then Wuyang changed back into a handstand, let his legs fall over his head and shifted back to stand on his feet with ease. Wuyang bowed to the crowd that was cheering, clapping, whistling for him loudly. And Mizuki? He sat there, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. Absentmindedly, Mizuki clapped his hands. He couldn’t tear his eyes off Wuyang, completely entranced by the both mesmerising, yet hot performance Wuyang had just showed.
As if under a spell, Mizuki didn’t even realise when Wuyang got closer to him. Only when the dancer stood right in front of him, one hand stretched out to the other, Mizuki jolted. Did Wuyang want to take his hand? Drag him backstage?
“My jacket.” Wuyang leaned closer to Mizuki so he could hear him over the cheers and music, but Mizuki didn’t even flinch. With a sigh, yet a sweet smile on Wuyang’s lips, he jumped off the stage and took the jacket out of Mizuki’s lap, glancing down once before locking his eyes with Mizuki again. He leaned closer to the other’s ear, lips brushing against the shell. “Meet me in front of the staff room in 5.” And with that Wuyang turned around, bid goodbye to the still cheering crowd and disappeared at the back of the stage. The next dancer appeared in no time and Mizuki quickly jumped to feet, almost running towards the employee’s area of the lounge.
Shifting his weight from one foot to another, Mizuki waited for Wuyang. He really needed a cigarette right now, the tension was killing him. But ever since Wuyang had told him, that smoking isn’t good for him, Mizuki had stopped, not once considered until now.
The door that read ‘staff only’ opened just enough for Wuyang to peek his head through, quickly glancing around if anyone was watching them. After he confirmed that the coast was clear, Wuyang made a small motion with his hand, beckoning Mizuki to follow him. “Come in.”
Once the door closed behind Mizuki he took the room in. It was both break and dressing room for the dancers with lockers aligned on one wall. There were two couches in an L-shape at one corner of the room, and a table with a few chairs around it next to it. One wall held a long make-up table with a huge horizontal mirror and bright lights above it. Over the tabletop laid scattered all kinds of make-up, hair products and even some clothes. In general it was messy: bags and clothing placed everywhere throughout the room, thrown over any surface there was.
"So,” Wuyang cleared his throat and Mizuki’s attention shifted back to the man in front of him. “Did you like the show?”
“I did,” Mizuki hummed. “I could tell you practiced a lot for it.”
Wuyang beamed a wide smile at him. “I’m glad.”
I really enjoyed watching you perform,” Mizuki took a step closer to Wuyang. “And your outfit…” Another step forward. “You looked very hot. I thought firemen were supposed to extinguish fire, not set them.”
Wuyang laughed brightly and Mizuki felt his stomach do a flip. “Wow, I didn’t know you were capable of making bad jokes!” He wiped a tear from his cheek.
“You must be rubbing off on me.” Mizuki took another step forward, standing right in front of Wuyang now.
“Hey, I never make bad jokes!” Wuyang complained, yet a smile still on his lips.
Mizuki raised his eyebrow with the piercing at the man in front of him. “Sure…” a playful grin on his face. “There’s one thing that bothered me, though.”
Wuyang’s smile fell, gaze shifting to the ground. “Oh, really? I’m sorry… What did you not like?”
Mizuki put his thumb and index finger around Wuyang’s chin, tilting his face to make him look up again. Their eyes locked and Wuyang’s widened pupils jumped back and forth, from one eye to the other. “I didn’t like watching you like everyone else in the crowd.” Wuyang looked confused, his brows furrowed, and Mizuki sighed. “I was hoping for a special treatment since you invited me specifically.”
“Is that so?” A sly grin spread over Wuyang’s face and Mizuki leaned in closer, wanting to connect their lips. But Wuyang had other plans.
Much to Mizuki’s dismay, Wuyang pulled away from him and reached for one of the chairs of the long make-up table. He gestured Mizuki to take a seat, while he took a few steps away from the other. “Sit down,” Wuyang looked over his shoulder and gave Mizuki a sweet smile. “I’ll just lock the door.”
Mizuki let himself fall on the chair, eyes never once leaving the other man’s back. A lewd, indecent desire pulsated throughout all of Mizuki’s body, screamed at Wuyang to feel him up everywhere. Especially at the ever growing nuisance in his pants.
With a confident smile on his face, Wuyang settled in between Mizuki’s knees. And in an instant, the man’s hands were all over Wuyang’s body, feeling his muscles through the fabric. “Uh uh,” Wuyang grabbed Mizuki’s wrists and held them up next to his head. “No touching.” A shaky breath escaped Mizuki’s mouth, yet he kept his arms up even after Wuyang had let go. With a pleased smile on his face, Wuyang started circling his hips while humming a melody. His hands made contact with Mizuki’s shoulders, slowly sliding down his black v-neck shirt, feeling Mizuki’s tense abs. As they glided over Mizuki’s sides, a shiver moved down Mizuki’s spine and his pants became tighter with every passing second.
“Don’t tease me like that…” Mizuki mumbled, breathless already.
“Hm?” Wuyang tilted his head slightly. “But you asked for a special show.”
Mizuki’s hands fell to his thighs, grabbing tightly onto his jeans. He was panting already, his head felt dizzy. With all his willpower Muzuki had to hold back from grabbing Wuyang’s face and kissing him senseless. He felt like a fire had been ignited inside of him, burning under his skin with pleasurable pain. And the only way to relieve this pain was by putting his hands on Wuyang. Mizuki wanted, no, needed to pull Wuyang into him, get rid of their pants and fuck him until the only word he knew was Mizuki’s name.
But Wuyang wasn’t done teasing Mizuki. Not yet.
He turned, back facing Mizuki, and leaned forward. His ass on eye level with Mizuki. “This would look hotter with your pants off.” Mizuki joked breathlessly.
Wuyang glanced behind him. “Is that so?” He hummed. “But taking these shoes off is really a pain in the ass,” Wuyang sighed. “Would you help me?”
Mizuki didn’t need to be asked twice and soon after Wuyang’s boot was in Mizuki’s lap. Carefully, Mizuki untied the knot, loosening the shoelaces and taking both the shoe and sock off. First the right boot, then the left. With his hands still caressing Wuyang’s foot, Mizuki let his eyes roam over the fair skin. Even Wuyang’s feet were beautiful, as if created by a deity specifically. Slowly, Mizuki raised Wuyang’s foot to his face while also leaning forward.
“What are you doing?” Wuyang exhaled.
“Appreciating you.” Mizuki mumbled against the soft skin and placed a kiss on the back of Wuyang’s foot, then moved on to kiss each of his toes. “You’re beautiful. You know that, right?” Mizuki continued placing soft kisses all over his foot and Wuyang let out a shaky breath. His hand flew over his mouth, muffling the sounds he made.
Watching Mizuki kiss his foot, his every toe felt way too intimate for Wuyang. As if they were a thing… But they weren’t a thing. That was certain. Then why was Wuyang so aroused by a simple touch from Mizuki? Why could Wuyang not take his eyes off the sight in front of him, of Mizuki gently sliding his fingertips against Wuyang’s foot, while placing soft kisses all over it.
A few more moments passed until Wuyang pulled back, cheeks tinted in a glowing pink. “I said, no touching.” His breath staggered and Mizuki smirked at the evident effect he had on the other.
“Okay sorry,” His hands flew up in a defensive manner. “But I still want to see those pants gone.” He pointed to Wuyang’s clothing and the other man shifted his weight from one leg to the other.
“I uhm-“ His eyes avoided Mizuki. “I don’t think I can take them off right now.”
Mizuki felt a rush of adrenaline at the realisation that Wuyang was probably as hard as Mizuki right now. “Alright,” he hummed. “Then at least take the shirt off. The jacket stays on.”
“You think the jacket looks hot?” Wuyang slipped the piece of clothing off his shoulders and pulled the tight shirt over his head in one swift motion. His nipple piercings sparkled once as the ceiling light hit them.
“I think you being partly clothed is hot.” Mizuki’s hands immediately flew to Wuyang’s exposed sides, caressing his warm skin underneath the jacket Wuyang had put on again.
A low chuckle vibrated in Wuyang’s throat and Mizuki started kissing his abs. “I said,” Wuyang pulled Mizuki’s hands off his waist. “No touching.” Mizuki huffed.
Continuing to hum the melody, Wuyang went back to circling his hips in front of Mizuki. Slowly, Wuyang turned around, his ass moving in front of Mizuki’s eyes in a teasing way, so close, yet Mizuki wasn’t allowed to reach out and run his hands over the roundness. Finally settling on his lap, Wuyang continued moving his butt against Mizuki’s bulge in circular motions. He was sure Wuyang could feel just how hard he was already. The dancer leaned backwards, back flushed against Mizuki’s chest and arms around his neck. Mizuki knew he wasn’t supposed to touch Wuyang, but he also knew that the other was as much of a panting mess as he was. So his lips ghosted over the part of Wuyang’s neck he could reach, while his hands gently slipped up Wuyang’s arms, coming to a halt on his wrists. His hips moved on their own and rubbed against Wuyang’s bottom, creating more friction.
“I told you…” Wuyang’s voice was nothing more than a whisper.
“I know,” Mizuki kissed Wuyang’s neck as his hands found their way to Wuyang’s chest. With light touches, Mizuki’s fingertips danced over Wuyang’s warm skin, playing with his nipple piercings a bit. Mizuki could feel a trail of goosebumps raising under his touch. “But I just can’t resist you, Wuyang.”
In one swift movement, Wuyang had turned around, straddling Mizuki’s lap now. Their crotches pressed against another, aroused erections rubbing each other. Even through their clothing, Mizuki could feel just how hard Wuyang was already. His hands settled on Wuyang’s pecs, playing with the nipples and the metal bar of his piercings, while his tongue found Wuyang’s neck. The metal ball of his tongue piercing glided against the hot skin, sliding over each vein. Wuyang whimpered.
Mizuki kissed Wuyang’s neck, bit down on the softness and let his tongue sooth the reddening. Sweet sensual moans fell from Wuyang’s lips and his hips pressed harder against Mizuki’s. Soon, Mizuki’s mouth found its way to Wuyang’s jaw, placing hot wet kisses, until he moved down his throat again. Once his lips engulfed one of Wuyang’s nipples, his hands roamed all over Wuyang’s exposed skin, dancing over the goosebumps. His nails dug themselves into Wuyang’s skin, pulling him even closer into his lap. Mizuki thrusted his hips against Wuyang’s, more demanding, more desperate for any kind of relief with every passing second. Wuyang couldn't help but to whimper under Mizuki’s touch and Mizuki moaned against Wuyang’s hardening nipple. The wet muscle was circling around the hardening nub, piercing clashing against another. Mizuki bit down and pulled, not painful, but hard enough. With a moan Wuyang let himself fall forward, deeper into Mizuki's arms.
“Hah… Mizuki…” Wuyang panted as Mizuki kept pressing against his clothed cock with more pressure. Mizuki hooked his piercing under Wuyang's nipple piercing, pulling on it once again. “Wait-“ A moan escaped his lips and Wuyang gently pushed against Mizuki’s chest. Mizuki was about to complain, when Wuyang’s mouth clashed against his own in a heated exchange. Mizuki's snakebites pressed against Wuyang's lips. His tongue played with Mizuki's piercing and Mizuki moaned into Wuyang's mouth. As Mizuki’s hands moved to Wuyang’s hair, angling his head and wanting to deepen the kiss, Wuyang pulled away.
Was that it? Mizuki wondered, breathing heavily. Was this as far as they’d go here? After all they’re in a public space. Even though Mizuki wanted nothing more than to fuck Wuyang right here and now, he knew he should probably wait until they’re home.
But to his surprise Wuyang didn’t let this end here.
Wuyang placed open mouthed wet kisses on Mizuki’s neck, his hands sliding down Mizuki’s torso. Gently pulling at the seam of the shirt. Wuyang indicated Mizuki that he wanted this fabric to be gone. And Mizuki complied in a heartbeat. Immediately, he pulled the shirt over his face and discarded it to the ground next to them.
“You’re so handsome,” Wuyang took in Mizuki’s body, letting his fingers dance over the tattoos that adorned Mizuki’s pale skin. “I wonder, do they have a meaning? Your tattoos?”
“Some do, some don’t.” Mizuki’s fingertips drew patterns around each of Wuyang’s ab muscles.
“Will you tell me?” His fingers currently followed the outline of the big dragon, whose head was on Mizuki’s right pec, and body twining down the side of his upper body.
“Maybe next time.” Mizuki glanced down between them and felt his cock twitch in his pants. Wuyang’s boner created a clear outline against his pants and Mizuki exhaled deeply. He really wanted to stop talking and fuck Wuyang right now.
The dancer leaned forward and placed soft kisses all over Mizuki’s chest. “Okay,” Wuyang mumbled against the skin in between each kiss. “Next time then.” In one swift movement Wuyang slipped off Mizuki’s lap and was now on his knees between his legs. His palms were on Mizuki’s thighs, gently sliding up and down over the rough fabric of the jeans. “Can you take these off?” Mizuki couldn’t hold back a groan as anticipation formed in his stomach. Was Wuyang about to do what he hoped he would?
With quick hands Mizuki opened the button of his jeans, unzipped them and raised his hips just enough to slip his jeans and boxers down. His hard cock, precum already at the tip, stood proudly. And Wuyang wetted his lips as if he had just laid eyes on the most delicious dessert he had ever seen.
Mizuki smirked at how eager Wuyang looked and was about to touch himself, but Wuyang stopped him. “Let me take care of you.” He hummed and leaned forward. First Wuyang only gave attention to Mizuki’s thighs, kissing, licking, biting the smooth skin. Mizuki moaned, his dick twitched, feeling teased to no end. And finally Wuyang moved on. Soft, light kisses were placed all over Mizuki’s throbbing cock, teasing him so much Mizuki felt like he could just cum from the tension alone.
Wuyang’s lips were now ghosting over Mizuki’s tip, before finally wrapping themselves around it and sucking hard. Mizuki moaned, his hands flew to Wuyang’s hair as he tried to push his head down further his erection. But Wuyang was as unmoving as a rock. He continued sucking, licking the tip and the small slid of Mizuki’s penis.
“Fuck, Wuyang…” Mizuki let his head fall back. With his hips Mizuki tried thrusting into Wuyang’s mouth, but two strong hands kept Mizuki in place. The tension was killing Mizuki. Slowly but surely, Wuyang let his head slide down Mizuki’s cock, earning a deep groan from the other. Wuyang felt Mizuki shaking under his touch. “Please…” Mizuki muttered into the room and Wuyang decided this might be enough teasing. He started bobbing his head up and down Mizuki’s hard dick, letting his tongue swirl over the top. Mizuki was whimpering, moaning Wuyang’s name along both curses and praises alike.
To create more friction Wuyang moved his hands from Mizuki’s hips and wrapped them around his member. Not being held back anymore, Mizuki started thrusting his hips, fucking Wuyang’s mouth with an relentless desire. “Hah… Wuyang…” Mizuki felt Wuyang moan around his cock as and answer and vibrations traveled through his body. “You feel so good. Your mouth feels so good.” His grab in Wuyang’s hair tightened and Mizuki pulled his face further down his boner.
Harder, faster, deeper, Wuyang kept bobbing his head down Mizuki, until he felt him shake under his touch. His thighs started spasming, his breathing irregular and sallow. He knew Mizuki was close. And he also knew Mizuki would want to pull out at any second like he always does when Wuyang gave him a blowjob. Mizuki never came in Wuyang’s mouth. But today was different.
Today, Wuyang wanted to give Mizuki a special treatment and his grip switched back to Mizuki’s hips, holding him in place as he kept swallowing the other man’s cock deeper, ignoring his gag reflex as the tip hit the back of Wuyang’s throat. “Wuyang… I’m close…” Mizuki announced, but Wuyang wouldn’t budge, wouldn’t take his mouth off Mizuki. Mizuki complained, resisted and tried pulling out, but Wuyang kept pressing himself closer to him, deep throating him, while sucking.
The knot in Mizuki’s stomach snapped, a rush of adrenaline shot through his veins as Mizuki emptied himself down Wuyang’s throat. “Fuck, Wuyang…” He moaned, still thrusting his hips and shooting his cum into the mouth of the other. Wuyang swallowed and licked every last drop of Mizuki's cum. The slighly salty taste made Wuyang wince a little, yet he kept going, sucking until Mizuki was merely a moaning mess. Once Wuyang was sure he got everything he took his lips off around Mizuki’s sensitive, still semi-hard, cock.
“Show me,” Mizuki was breathing heavily as his thumb and index finger hooked themselves around Wuyang’s chin, angled his face up to him. “Open your mouth, pretty boy.” And Wuyang obliged, opening his mouth as far as he could while letting his tongue hang loosely from it. “Good boy.” Mizuki praised Wuyang once he confirmed that there was no cum left. “Now, let’s make you feel good. Take your pants and boxers off.” Wuyang expected Mizuki to blow him as well, but instead he made him sit on his lap. Wuyang was confused, yet when Mizuki grabbed his hips, making him grind against his again hardening cock, one hand around their hard ones, stroking them, the confusion was washed away by a wave of pleasure. His head fell forward and rested on Mizuki’s shoulder. Soft whimpers escaped Wuyang’s lips and Wuyang thought this was it. This was how Mizuki wanted him to cum. Jerking them off together. But he was wrong.
Suddenly, Mizuki spread his legs, making Wuyang fall further against his chest. “What are you-“ Wuyang’s question was cut off as he felt Mizuki’s fingers massaging his hole. With this new position, Wuyang’s ass was way better accessible for Mizuki.
“Hm?” Mizuki hummed against Wuyang’s skin, his lips placing soft kisses of the other man’s cheek, jaw and ear. Meanwhile Wuyang was a panting mess, and Mizuki hasn’t even pushed a finger in. “Sadly, you swallowed what we could’ve used for lubrication.” Another kiss was planted at the corner of Wuyang’s mouth. “So I guess spit will have to do.” And with that the touch, the slight pressure, on Wuyang’s back was gone. He was about to complain, when he noticed a hand that was pushed in his view. “Spit on it, sunshine.”
And of course, Wuyang obliged.
Or at least he tried to, because in that moment his mouth felt drier than it had ever been. He couldn’t form even a small drop of spit to fall from his lips. So Mizuki grew impatient and pushed his right index and middle finger inside of Wuyang’s mouth. Swirling them around a little, Mizuki tried collecting all the wetness he could find. Once he felt like his fingers were moist enough, he pulled his hand back and immediately began pushing his index finger inside of Wuyang’s hole.
Wuyang’s grip of Mizuki’s shoulders tightened, his face felt like it was burning up and his hips moved on their own, trying to match with Mizuki’s motions to gain even more satisfaction. Wet, open mouthed kisses were placed on Mizuki’s neck. “More…” Wuyang moaned in between kisses. And Mizuki didn’t need to be told twice as he inserted his second finger. Wuyang’s moans grew louder, lewder. His hips continued grinding against Mizuki, who felt his own cock getting harder again.
With two fingers Mizuki pushed deeper into Wuyang's ass, spreading his hole and scissoring him open, while looking for that one spot. Mizuki had fingered Wuyang many times enough to know approximately where it was hidden. Yet every time he found it, Mizuki still felt a rush of confidence jolting through his body.
A loud moan from the dancer confirmed Mizuki that he had found Wuyang's prostate and a teasing grin formed on Mizuki’s lips. He kept pressing on that spot, massaging it with his fingertips, while whispering sweet nothings against Wuyang’s skin. Wuyang was nothing more than a panting mess above him, absentmindedly grinding his hips while whimpering Mizuki's name over and over again.
And Mizuki needed more.
Hearing Wuyang mumble his name in absolute bliss, ignited a new fire inside of Mizuki's stomach. His dick filled with blood again and he felt dizzy, unable to make the responsible decision of fingering Wuyang now and fucking him later in private.
“Wuyang…” Mizuki moaned, his own desires taking over. “Can I fuck you?”
“H-Huh?!” Wuyang’s movements staggered, but Mizuki’s tight grip on his hips continued grinding him against his crotch.
“Please, Wuyang,” Mizuki placed a kiss on Wuyang’s ear shell. “I need to be inside of you.”
Wuyang didn’t answer, couldn’t form a proper sentence due to the overwhelming pleasure. Instead, he reached for Mizuki’s throbbing cock, jerked him a few times and made Mizuki crumble under his touch, only to lift his own hips and aligned them. Slowly, he let himself slide down on Mizuki, but soon realised that it hurt. He halted, panted and Mizuki placed wet kisses on his cheek.
“Too dry, huh?” He leaned back a bit and Wuyang could see him spit in his hand. Then reached for his cock and spread the lube substitute all over it. “Try again, babe.” Mizuki gently pulled Wuyang’s hips down and, in fact, it was better now.
Once Wuyang sat down completely on Mizuki’s lap, shaky breaths were falling past his lips and gentle moans of Mizuki’s name echoed through the empty room they were in. Mizuki wanted nothing more than to finally start thrusting into the panting man above him, but he held back, giving Wuyang all the time he needed to adjust. Only when soft mewls alongside whimpers of Mizuki’s name tumbled out of Wuyang’s mouth, the other started moving. Careful and slow at first until Mizuki was sure that Wuyang could handle more, and started pounding into him.
“Fuck, Wuyang…” Mizuki moaned and felt Wuyang's cock growing harder against his stomach at the mention of his name. A deep moan rumbled inside of Wuyang’s chest, vibrating against Mizuki’s body. “You feel so good around my cock. So perfect… Just for me.” He tilted Wuyang’s head making him look at the other until he clashed their lips together in a wet and heated kiss. Wuyang pushed his tongue inside of Mizuki's mouth, gliding against the other's tongue. With every thrust, more eager than the last, Wuyang's fingers dug themselves into Mizuki's shouders, making the other hiss due to the mixture of pain and pleasure alike.
Burying his cock deeper inside of Wuyang with every thrust, Mizuki continued slamming into the other. Wuyang felt like he was melting under Mizuki‘s touch. His skin felt so hot, his body so weak. He felt like he was on fire, and in a weak attempt to cool himself down, he slipped the fireman jacket off his shoulders, falling to the ground behind him with a thud.
Overwhelmed by pleasure, Wuyang couldn’t do much, couldn’t even think straight. His hips moved up and down against Mizuki’s, but it was sloppy. His kiss was nothing more than Wuyang opening his mouth and letting Mizuki roam free. When Wuyang had asked Mizuki to come here, Wuyang had hoped for a blowjob, maybe a little mutual masturbation, but never had Wuyang expected Mizuki to fuck him raw in the break room.
With his hands Mizuki kept guiding Wuyang’s hips. His pace sped up over time, slamming into Wuyang faster, harder. Wuyang’s moans were drowning in Mizuki’s mouth, shaking his body.
“Hah… Mizuki…” Wuyang managed to pull his mouth from the other for just a moment. “I’m close…”
“Cum for me then, darling.” Mizuki didn’t even realise the nickname he had just given Wuyang. He himself was too lost in his pleasure to register anything around them.
Wuyang had noticed, though.
Wuyang's hand engulfed his pulsating penis, jerking himself off to the rhythm of Mizuki thrusting into him. In his mind he kept replying the nickname. Over and over again. Until ultimately, Wuyang came all over his hand and Mizuki’s stomach.
“Fuck…” Mizuki panted and Wuyang let his head fall into the crook of Mizuki’s neck. Absentmindedly, he placed soft wet kisses on Mizuki’s hot skin. “You okay?” Mizuki looked at the other, hands gently patting over Wuyang’s disheveled hair.
“Yeah…” Wuyang exhaled deeply. His breath tickled Mizuki’s neck.
A few more moments passed, Mizuki’s hands were drawing random shaped and patterns on Wuyang’s back, and Wuyang felt like he could fall asleep right then and there. His eyes were closed, his breathing slowing down, deep and even. He felt Mizuki’s heart beating steadily against his chest. But just as Wuyang was about to drift into dreamland, Mizuki cleared his throat. “Aren’t you still on the clock?”
Wuyang’s eyes snapped open. How embarrassing! Not only did he have a scandalous escapade while at work, he also almost fall asleep on the lap of his- no, Mizuki wasn’t ‘Wuyang’s’ anything. He was just a guy that Wuyang hooked up with. Nothing more, nothing less.
Wuyang jumped to his feet and immediately made a run for a towel that was hanging over another chair at the make-up table. Quickly, he dampened it with a little water from the sink of the washroom next door, and wiped himself clean. Then he moved to Mizuki, who was still sitting on the chair. His cock was still hard as Wuyang tried wiping each droplet of cum from Mizuki’s every ab muscle. He was trying to avoid glancing at the prominent erection still standing proudly, while collecting every drop of his cum from the gouges of Mizuki’s muscles. Mizuki watched his every move with piercing eyes and Wuyang felt more and more nervous under his gaze. Was this too intimate for Mizuki? Especially after Wuyang almost fell asleep on his chest?
“All done!” He declared in an unusual high pitched voice and immediately turned away from Mizuki. Wuyang needed to flee from the other’s eyes, still to embarrassed by what just happened. He only stopped in front of the mirror and finally took a look at himself. His hair was a mess, and Wuyang spoke a few Chinese curses as he was trying to fix it. It had taken him so long to style it earlier! And now it was ruined. Yet, the reason for it, made Wuyang's stomach flutter.
“What’s wrong?” Mizuki suddenly appeared behind Wuyang, one hand sliding from the other’s shoulder down his arm, drawing unidentifiable shapes. Wuyang froze. He stammered, but couldn’t get a proper sentence past his lips. “Hm?” Mizuki’s arms twined around Wuyang’s torso, hugging the man from behind. Soft kisses were placed on Wuyang’s neck, and Wuyang felt himself tilting his head to grant Mizuki better access, who immediately took advantage of that. Wuyang felt the butterflies in his stomach going wild, threatening to fly up his throat and spill out of his mouth. This was too romantic. Mizuki was too close, and Wuyang felt conflicted about opening his heart even more, or pushing the other away.
But Wuyang couldn't ignore the screaming of his heart. Not when it was Mizuki.
Soft, gentle kisses turned fiercer, more eager. Mizuki started kissing Wuyang’s neck hard, he bit down on the skin, he licked and sucked. Wuyang complained about how Mizuki shouldn’t leave any marks and Mizuki hummed in return as if agreeing.
But Mizuki felt a nagging feeling spread from his stomach. He had just fucked Wuyang. He had made him feel good, yet Wuyang will go out there again and dance for the guests as if nothing has happened. As if Wuyang was theirs to look at. If Mizuki could, he’d mark Wuyang all over his body, make sure everyone knew Wuyang belonged to him and him alone. But Wuyang had asked him to not leave any marks and upsetting Wuyang as even worse. So Mizuki settled for a compromise; a spot on the side of Wuyang’s neck that should partially be hidden under his collar, yet still visible to everyone who looked too closely at his Wuyang. Hopefully Wuyang wouldn't notice.
One hand moved to Wuyang’s hardened cock, stroking it gently, and Wuyang let his head fall forward. Soft whimpers fell from his lips. Mizuki continued his assault on Wuyang’s neck now that he was too distracted to notice just how much Mizuki was sucking on his skin.
“Hah… Mizu…” Wuyang muttered at the stimulation he was feeling.
“Do you want to go again?” Mizuki inspected his work on Wuyang’s neck and a pleased smirk appeared on his lips. This was perfect, everyone will know Wuyang belong to him now.
“But make it fast.” Wuyang’s hips rocked against Mizuki’s hand movements, desperate for more friction.
“Whatever you wish, babe.” Mizuki held his left hand in front of Wuyang’s face and this time he managed to spit into the palm. Mizuki placed a sweet kiss on Wuyang’s neck. “Good boy.” And used the spit to lubricate his erection once again.
Impatiently, Mizuki slammed into Wuyang, whose upper body was now spread over the make-up table, knocking all kinds of beauty products, brushes and accessories off the surface. Mizuki’s hands were all over Wuyang’s hips and ass, appreciating the show Wuyang gave him. Mizuki watched his cock slip in and out of Wuyang’s hole, he watched Wuyang’s ass turning red when Mizuki grabbed the skin too hard. And Wuyang’s waist... It was so beautiful, Mizuki couldn’t help but to dig his nails into the smooth tan skin. Meanwhile Wuyang was a panting mess underneath Mizuki, begging for more, to go faster, harder. And Mizuki obliged to all of his wishes, drawing out deeper and lewder moans from the other.
“You’re such a good boy.” Mizuki hummed and leaned forward to kiss Wuyang’s ear shell. Wuyang was about to moan a reply, when Mizuki heard footsteps approaching. Quickly he covered Wuyang’s mouth, muffling the moan. “Shhh.” He hushed into Wuyang’s ear, yet didn’t stop pounding into him. Not yet, not when Wuyang felt so good around his cock.“You don’t want us to get caught, don’t you?” Wuyang could only hum in response.
The handle started moving and Mizuki hoped that Wuyang had actually locked the door and that whoever was on the other side did not have a key to unlock it.
“Huh, the door is locked?”
"Locked? Wait, let me try." Quiet, muffed voices spoke from behind the door and the handle jolted violently now, as if that would magically unlock it. A wave of relief washed through Mizuki’s body and he continued slamming into Wuyang, while he removed his hand from Wuyang’s mouth.
“Be quiet, or they’ll hear you.” He whispered, hot breath tickling Wuyang’s ear, who just nodded eagerly. Relentlessly, Mizuki kept thrusting into Wuyang, feeling how his rim tightened around his cock.
Wuyang tried to muffle his moans, tried swallowing them, but was about to fail, too engulfed by his own pleasure. Immediately, his own hands flew to his mouth as the sounds dreaded to escape his lips. And Mizuki? He was as unbothered as ever and kept pounding into Wuyang’s hole. And if he was being honest, he quite enjoyed this, a sly smirk on his lips, as he increased his pace once again.
“Is anybody in there?” There were knocks on the door and Mizuki pushed deeper into Wuyang, angling his hips to hit the spot and leaving Wuyang to moan against his own palms. Fuelled by both his own desire and the adrenaline rush of being so close to getting caught, Mizuki felt himself growing even harder inside of Wuyang. For a split second a thought flashed through Mizuki mind; he wouldn’t mind being caught. At least then whoever was on the other side would know who's the one to fuck Wuyang this well. But Mizuki was painfully aware that Wuyang would mind it very much. Wuyang didn’t enjoy showing this side to just anyone. And he also didn’t want anyone to know he fucks Mizuki. Whatever they had only happened behind closed doors. Going on a date together, showing their affection in public was something they’d never do. Mizuki gritted his teeth.
“Hah- Mizuki…” Wuyang mumbled and Mizuki leaned forward, lips connecting with Wuyang’s shoulders, making their way over towards his neck.
“Shh…” Mizuki mumbled against Wuyang’s hot skin, biting down on his soft skin. Wuyang couldn’t hold back the moan that rumbled at the back of his throat.
“Hello?! If there’s anybody in there, open the door right now, or we’ll get the boss to unlock it!” Mizuki definitely did not want to be interrupted right now, Wuyang felt too good around his dick.
“Tell them to leave.” Mizuki muttered against the shell of Wuyang’s ear, licking over the reddening skin, nibbling on Wuyang’s earlobe. His tongue piercing glided against Wuyang’s sensitive skin.
“I-I’m in here. Sorry!” Wuyang called out, trying to keep his voice steady, but it kept shaking with every time Mizuki pounded into Wuyang. Harder with every thrust.
“Wuyang? Are you okay?” One of the persons on the other side seemed concerned. Wuyang’s shaking voice was definitely a give away, yet Mizuki felt his high approaching. He couldn’t stop just yet. His hand snapped back to Wuyang’s cock, stroking it in a fast pace. Wuyang tried keeping his composure, tried chocking down another wave of moans.
“Yeah- Hah- Uhm… I’m good,” Wuyang panted and Mizuki started biting down on his neck, soothing the redness with his tongue. “I just need… A moment.”
“Okay… Don’t take too long, Wuyang. The boss already asked for you.”
“Okay!” Wuyang muffled another moan with his hands as Mizuki started flicking his thumb over Wuyang’s tip.
“Good boy.” He whispered into Wuyang’s ear as the steps moved away from the door. “Now cum for me.” Wuyang let out a deep moan and let his hips rock against Mizuki’s. His hand started stroking Wuyang’s throbbing hardness faster. Wuyang felt a knot in his stomach, dreading to pop at any moment. All it needed was a bit more, a little more…
“Wuyang…” Mizuki panted against Wuyang’s skin. He himself was a complete mess by now. The encounter had fuelled a deep desire inside of Mizuki. He needed confirmation. “Who is making you feel good?”
“It’s you…” Wuyang moaned and felt Mizuki’s cock twitch inside his ass. Another deep moan erupted from his mouth. “You make me feel so good, Mizuki… Hah… I’m all yours.”
“All mine.” Mizuki hummed back and got even rougher with every thrust. “All mine…” Wuyang beloged to him, and him alone.
“Mizu- Hah-“ Wuyang felt the knot in his stomach snap. His vision turned white for a moment as his orgasm washed over his body, engulfing him in a comforting warmth. Feeling Wuyang’s hole spasming around his cock, Mizuki came as well, pumping his cum deep into Wuyang’s ass. A chain of lewd, sensual moans and pants left Mizuki’s mouth, and his hips continued slowly thrusting into Wuyang.
“Fuck…” Mizuki tried catching his breath and nearly collapsed on top of Wuyang. “Fuck, Wuyang.” He buried his face in the other man’s neck, planting sloppy wet kisses all over the skin. For a moment, Mizuki just needed to stay like this. Close to Wuyang with both their bodies pulsating in the afterglow of their shared orgasm.
“We should clean up…” Wuyang’s voice was nothing more than a whisper and Mizuki immediately realised the situation they were in. This was too much, too close. Mizuki had almost slipped and showed his raw affection towards the other. They weren’t a thing. They weren’t dating. All they did was having a good time together, fool around a bit and have sex. That’s it.
“Right.” Mizuki pulled out of Wuyang and watched his cum spilling out of the hole instantly. Fuck, Mizuki was getting turned on by the sight alone. He couldn’t help his hand that tried pushing the white liquid back inside. Only when he heard Wuyang’s breath hitch, he halted.
“What are you doing?” Wuyang panted, looking back at Mizuki over his shoulder with one hand having a tight grip on the towel from earlier. Wuyang’s cheeks were covered in a deep pink, his mouth slightly apart and drool running down the side. Wuyang looked absolutely fucked and Mizuki wished he could take a picture right now.
“Keep this inside.” Mizuki kissed Wuyang’s shoulders, then his neck, and then titled his head to kiss his lips, licking the drool from the corners of Wuyang’s mouth. “Don’t let one drop spill, will you?”
“Okay…” The words were nothing more than a breath of air against Mizuki’s lips. A promise both spoken in affection and desire.
Slowly, Mizuki pulled back and took the towel from Wuyang’s grasp. He started cleaning himself, then helped Wuyang. Once cleaned up, both got dressed and Wuyang was working on his hair, trying to fix the mess Mizuki had caused. But Mizuki’s eyes wandered to the red-slightly-turning-purple-ish mark on Wuyang’s neck, that was only barely hidden by Wuyang’s collar. Good, Mizuki grinned to himself.
“Will you pick me up after work?” Wuyang turned back to Mizuki after his hair had been fixed. Big brown eyes sparkled at the other man. How could Mizuki ever say no to him?
“Sure.” Mizuki took a few steps closer to Wuyang, their chests pressed against another. His arms engulfed Wuyang’s body.
Wuyang’s heartbeat sped up immensely and his hands found their way to Mizuki’s chest, slowly he rose to his tiptoes. Wuyang wished for nothing more than for Mizuki to kiss him right now.
“Do you want to continue where we left off?” Mizuki smirked and Wuyang felt his heart shatter a bit. Of course, Mizuki didn’t think of any of their meet-ups as a date. It was always just sex for him. That’s all there is.
“Sure.” Wuyang’s smile dropped a bit, but he tried to not seem too disappointed.
“Alright, I’ll wait for you outside where I picked you up last time.” And with that Mizuki placed a quick kiss on Wuyang’s forehead and separated himself from the other, walking towards the exit. “I’ll see you later, sunshine.” Mizuki winked at the other before exiting the room, leaving behind a crestfallen Wuyang.
“Yeah… I’ll see you later.”