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Chi Cheng has never struck him as someone who liked toys. Yet here they are in bed together—Suo Wei leaning against the headboard, arm tucked beneath his head—while Chi Cheng completely ignores him, instead enamoured by some green frog-looking thing.
Chi Cheng squeezes the thing in his fist, a soft huff of laughter escaping him at the same time the toy’s eyes pop out.
Suo Wei stops pretending to scroll through his phone, tossing it aside and pushing himself up to a seated position. He doesn’t know what he was expecting tonight—doesn’t know what he wants —but he knows he’s not here to compete against some cheap toy for Chi Cheng’s attention.
“What’s that?” Suo Wei asks.
“Look.” Chi Cheng clenches his fist, causing the toy’s bulbous eyes to bug out. Glancing in Suo Wei’s direction, he says, “Doesn’t it look like you?” There’s a playful tilt to his lips, a glint of amusement in his dark eyes.
Suo Wei lets out an exasperated breath. Rolls his eyes away, if only to stop himself from gawking at that expression on Chi Cheng’s handsome face.
Chi Cheng is insistent. He holds the toy closer to Suo Wei’s face and squeezes. “It looks exactly like you.”
Suo Wei snorts. He’s torn. Offended by the comparison, but mostly pleased by the knowledge that Chi Cheng smiles at stupid things that remind him of Suo Wei. “You’re a child,” he declares, and plops back onto bed. He takes up his phone and goes back to scrolling through Weibo.
Chi Cheng plucks the phone out of his hands. “It’s late. Let’s go to bed,” he says, which is what Suo Wei has been wanting to do all along, but didn’t know how to say without it sounding like an invitation. As always, Chi Cheng says these sorts of things without shame or hesitation, as though he’s said them a hundred times before, easy as breathing.
“Okay,” Suo Wei says, shifting over to give Chi Cheng room to lie down.
That dumb toy is still in Chi Cheng’s grip and Suo Wei has to fight the urge to say, Hello? I’m right here? Why play with something that just reminds him of Suo Wei when the real thing is right beside him? He rolls onto his side, putting his back to Chi Cheng. Half-hoping that Chi Cheng will sidle up behind him, curving protectively around him so that they rest like two spoons in a drawer.
Inches away from him, Chi Cheng radiates warmth like a furnace. The space between them feels like a physical presence. A glance over his shoulder tells him that Chi Cheng’s attention is still riveted to the squeeze-toy. It’s cute and unexpected, but Chi Cheng has been surprising him often lately. When he started this scheme, Suo Wei never could have imagined that Chi Cheng was anything more than some good-looking rich kid with a penchant for snakes. Suo Wei had thought that Chi Cheng would be some spoiled brat riding the coattails of his wealthy parents. Shallow, materialistic, vapid. Suo Wei had happily took, took, and took some more, convinced that Chi Cheng deserved it after stealing Yue Yue away. He thought that Chi Cheng’s generous facade would eventually crack, revealing a villain that deserved whatever karmic punishment came his way.
Instead, Chi Cheng has shown him that underneath an icy exterior, he’s thoughtful, caring, and deeply devoted—someone who likes to give more than he receives. He’s never asked to be taken out to an expensive restaurant—or even a cheap one, for that matter. Has not once disparaged Suo Wei for his lack of education, or for coming from a low-class, single mother home. Even when Suo Wei had acted like a grade-A loser, Chi Cheng would just smile that tiny, barely-there smile. In exchange for an endless stream of gifts and support, Suo Wei has given Chi Cheng nothing. Chi Cheng won’t hurt him, won’t use him. Not intentionally.
And that’s why—
“I actually really like you.”
The words slip past his lips before he can stop himself. He’s lied to and deceived Chi Cheng more times than he can count, but this is the truest thing he’s ever said. The confession hangs between them. Suo Wei’s heart thuds in his chest.
Bed sheets rustle. The mattress dips. And then Chi Cheng is sliding up behind him, circling an arm around his waist. Soft and warm lips land on the nape of his neck, then his ear, teeth scraping gently against the vulnerable lobe. It lights Suo Wei up like a firework from the inside out. The grin that overcomes him is impossible to suppress.
He makes himself comfortable in Chi Cheng’s embrace, shifting so that they’re pressed back-to-chest and his bottom is tucked safely into Chi Cheng’s pelvis. Chi Cheng’s hand caresses his bare arm, and Suo Wei didn’t know it was possible to feel this cherished.
I really, really like him , Suo Wei thinks again. He likes Chi Cheng enough to want something more. He squeezes his eyes shut, far too conscious of Chi Cheng’s damp breath on his neck, large hands stroking his skin. Chi Cheng’s scent is everywhere: on the bed sheets, on the pajamas he borrowed. The masculine citrus and sandalwood scent envelops him, and beneath that, something that can only be described as Chi Cheng.
Heat pools low in Suo Wei’s gut, sneaking between his legs. Chi Cheng is nuzzling against him, nose bumping the curve of his neck. Another light kiss lands on the crook of his shoulder. It’s sweet and innocent, yet revs all his senses into overdrive. His nerves are on high alert, sparking under Chi Cheng’s touch.
Suo Wei clenches his eyes shut. Oh god, he thinks. I want him . He feels himself stiffening in his pants, his hardness filling against his underwear. He shifts to adjust himself, bum perhaps squirming a bit against Chi Cheng’s pelvis, but he swears it’s not intentional—he’s only trying to relieve the pressure on his own erection.
A hand tightens on his forearm. “Da Bao.” Threatening. Suo Wei hadn’t realized how close Chi Cheng’s lips are to his ear until he feels the syllables being mouthed against the outer shell of his ear. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“What? No!” Suo Wei’s voice sounds high and hysterical even to himself.
Chi Cheng pushes up even closer behind him. That’s when Suo Wei realizes that Chi Cheng is hard too, the man’s erection nudging against his backside. Heat rushes to Suo Wei’s face and he turns a shade of red so alarming that he fears he might illuminate the entire room. The tips of his ears burn, in danger of catching fire. He’s always known that Chi Cheng wanted to sleep with him, but this is the first time he’s felt the evidence of the man’s desire.
Chi Cheng is actually hard? Because of him?
Every thought in his brain evaporates into white noise.
Chi Cheng brushes his lips over Suo Wei’s ear. He chuckles lowly. “Your ears are hot. Are you feeling shy?”
“I—ah—uhh,” Suo Wei stammers. His mouth opens and closes in his best impression of a fish.
The hand that was on Suo Wei’s forearm leaves to slide down his front. Chi Cheng rucks up his shirt, just enough to get a hand under it. He glides his palm over the flat of Suo Wei’s stomach, causing his abdominal muscles to clench in the wake of the venturing hand. Fingers pause on his waistband. Suo Wei feels dizzy, and then realizes he hasn’t been breathing. When he inhales, his breath catches embarrassingly.
He feels Chi Cheng’s lips split into a grin against his neck.
Chi Cheng’s other arm acts as a pillow beneath Suo Wei’s head, and Suo Wei grabs at it now. God help him, he is actually going to let Chi Cheng do this.
Fingertips dip a fraction of an inch beneath the elastic of Suo Wei’s underwear. And then—nothing.
“Da Bao, won’t you tell me what you want?”
Suo Wei thinks he might scream. Now, of all times, Chi Cheng is asking him what he wants? The man has never once asked for permission to touch, grabbing and gripping him as he pleased. One way or another, Chi Cheng always finds a way to tease him. It would be easier if Chi Cheng just went for it, dragging Suo Wei along for the ride like he usually did.
“Hm?” Chi Cheng prompts, when his question is met with silence.
“You can…” Suo Wei licks lips. His throat feels cotton-dry. “You can touch me.”
Chi Cheng hums. “But do you want me to?”
Suo Wei swallows thickly. His voice is barely above a whisper when he says, “Yes.”
Chi Cheng momentarily unglues himself from Suo Wei to rummage through the bedside drawer. He returns with a bottle of lube in hand, popping open the cap and drizzling some onto his open palm. He settles in behind Suo Wei, snaking an arm over his waist, hand delving into his pants.
Long fingers curl around Suo Wei’s length, yanking a half-moan, half-squeak out of him. “O-oh…” A few experimental pumps has the breath shuddering in his chest.
“Relax,” Chi Cheng murmurs. “You’re so tense.”
“I can’t help it,” Suo Wei complains. “It’s my first time with a man, and I don’t—” I don’t have as much experience as you do . He hates that he’s so inexperienced, can’t help but wonder if he’s being compared to past flings. He wants to reciprocate the touch, but feels scared to at the same time. It was easier in his imagination, where he could kiss Chi Cheng with ease and confidence, where he could push the man down onto the bed, clamber on top and grind on him. In his imagination, he could always make Chi Cheng moan and feel good. In real life, he’s awkward and fumbling, not an ounce of sex appeal to him.
“You’re thinking too loud. Just let me take care of you.” Chi Cheng mouths kisses along the curve of his neck. His lips find the base, sucking a hickey into the skin there as he works his fist up and down.
“Ah, god, Chi Cheng—” Suo Wei whimpers. His hips twitch and jerk of their own accord, thrusting into the tight circle of Chi Cheng’s fingers. Touching himself never felt like this . Every stroke feels amplified. Chi Cheng’s jerking him just right, a strong and steady slide complete with a flick of the wrist at the top. A thumb rubs over his slit, smearing around the precum that had gathered there.
Already Suo Wei feels the pleasure mounting low in his gut. He clenches abdomen, trying to stave off orgasm. He refuses to come this quickly and give Chi Cheng another thing to make fun of him about.
“Take this off. I can’t touch you properly like this,” Chi Cheng grunts, shoving Suo Wei’s underwear down his hips. Suo Wei lifts himself enough to get his pants down his thighs.
He feels like he’s about to shake apart at the seams. Chi Cheng’s grinding his erection against Suo Wei’s ass, his breath heavy and ragged. A few short weeks ago, having another man’s hard on against his ass would have scared the soul out of him, but Suo Wei’s lizard brain must have taken over, because now it turns him on instead. Even though Chi Cheng is still clothed, Suo Wei swears he can feel the shape and size of his cock against his ass. Swears he can feel the heat of it between the thin layers of fabric that separate them. It makes him curious. What would Chi Cheng feel like in his hand?
Inside him?
As he thinks that, he feels something slide between his asscheeks. Something hot, stiff, and throbbing. Velvet-smooth, but rather than the silk he had been expecting, it’s decidedly skin .
Chi Cheng groans. “Da Bao…”
Through the lust-induced haze, the gears in Suo Wei’s brain creak and grind, before finally locking into place.
Oh god, that’s—
His heart leaps into his throat. “W-w-wait! W-w-what are you doing?” He tries to squirm around, but Chi Cheng has him locked in place between his arms.
He hasn’t prepared enough for this, neither mentally nor physically. The thought of sticking something inside him hadn’t even occurred to him until a few weeks ago. Sure, he’s watched a few videos and read a few articles. Theoretically, he understands the process. He knows he’s supposed to be stretched out slowly and thoroughly with lube, until he’s loose enough to take Chi Cheng inside him, but he had wanted to practice on his own first to make sure things go right. He just hasn’t been able to scrape together the confidence to try it.
“Relax.”
“Chi Cheng!” There must be real panic in his voice because Chi Cheng stops, pausing to press comforting kisses along his shoulder and crooning softly as he does so.
“I won’t put it in, I promise.” Chi Cheng says. “I just want to use your thighs. Is that okay?”
“My thighs?” Suo Wei squeaks. He doesn’t even know what that means. “How?”
Chi Cheng’s hand leaves his erection—Suo Wei tries not to whimper at the loss of it—to burrow between his inner thighs, grazing against Suo Wei’s balls and drawing a moan out of him.
“I just want to slide in right here. Is that okay?”
The heat returns to Suo Wei’s face with a vengeance. He’s going to combust. He thinks it’s literally possible to fry an egg on his cheeks in his moment. Why does that seem more embarrassing than being penetrated?
“You can say no to me,” Chi Cheng says.
“No!” Suo Wei bursts out. “I mean—no to saying no! I mean, it’s okay!”
Chi Cheng chuckles. “You’re cute.”
“Don’t make fun of me,” Suo Wei whines. He slaps a hand over his face, covering his eyes.
Chi Cheng kisses the soft spot behind his ear. “I’m not. I’m being serious. You’re so cute. My little loser—” and Suo Wei would be indignant, if not for the fact that Chi Cheng says my little loser the same way other people say my love , his voice low and honey-rich and full of affection, “—I’m crazy about you.”
Suo Wei feels like he’s going crazy himself. The mattress dips as Chi Cheng shifts. The lube cap pops open again. He can hear Chi Cheng jerk himself off, spreading lube along his shaft.
Chi Cheng glides the wet tip of his cock down the cleft of Suo Wei’s ass, pushing slightly into the heated crevice of it, and Suo Wei doesn’t know why that makes him moan and arch his pelvis back, but it does.
“Press your thighs together,” Chi Cheng murmurs, and then he’s pushing forward, his slickened cock sliding between Suo Wei’s thighs, rubbing against the soft and untouched skin of Suo Wei’s taint as it does so.
Every time he thrusts forward, Chi Cheng’s hard and throbbing length skims along his taint, the tip bumping against his balls. Suo Wei didn’t even know this could feel good for him, but something about feeling Chi Cheng’s throbbing-hot sex between the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, that flare of pleasure every time Chi Cheng’s cock prods against his balls, the damp puff of unsteady breathing on the back of his neck as Chi Cheng groans… Somehow, it has Suo Wei sighing, too. His sighs turn into moans when Chi Cheng’s hand returns to his cock, stroking him in rhythm to his thrusts. He’s caught between two points of pleasure, alternating between bucking into Chi Cheng’s fist and grinding his ass back.
Chi Cheng’s voice sounds strained when he says, “I want you so bad. You have no idea how much I hold myself back around you.”
“I— ah —want you, too,” Suo Wei admits. His orgasm is building in his loins, spurred to a crest by Chi Cheng’s kisses and touch. He can’t help the incessant stream of moans that escape him, but he’s made less embarrassed by the fact Chi Cheng is also groaning his pleasure. The knowledge that Chi Cheng is feeling good because of him makes pride swell in his chest. Chi Cheng picks up the pace, snapping his hips forward, rubbing the tip of Suo Wei’s cock between his thumb and two fingers a little too viciously.
“W-wait— ah !—slow down, I’m going to— hmmph !” Suo Wei has little time to be mortified by the sound he makes before his orgasm crashes through him. He cries out— ah, ah, ahh! —hips spasming as he spurts all over himself, streaking his belly and Chi Cheng’s fist with his release. Chi Cheng is relentless through it all, pumping Suo Wei through each wave of pleasure, pushing each crest of ecstasy higher, until it finally breaks and Suo Wei’s toes curl in tight and his body turns rigid against the onslaught of sensation.
The rhythm of Chi Cheng’s thrusting goes erratic. Teeth close down on the meat of Suo Wei’s trapezius. Muffled moans. He’s distantly aware of Chi Cheng warm cum coating his thighs.
His orgasm recedes, leaving him feeling relaxed and pliant. Suo Wei melts against Chi Cheng’s solid chest, making a contented noise when arms tighten around him. For a few moments, they lie there catching their breaths. Suo Wei is on the brink of falling asleep when Chi Cheng’s voice tugs him back.
“Let me get us cleaned up.” He extricates himself from Suo Wei, cold air rushing in to replace his body. Suo Wei wrinkles his nose at that, unhappy about the sudden chill.
The sound of the tap being turned on reaches him from the ensuite bathroom. Chi Cheng returns before long. The mattress compresses as he takes a seat at the edge of the bed.
Suo Wei watches through half-lidded eyes as Chi Cheng wipes down the mess on his belly with a wet towel. Chi Cheng’s eyes are downcast, wholly focused on the task.
When they first met, Suo Wei had thought Chi Cheng looked mean and porcelain-cold, with narrow eyes beneath strong brows and unsmiling lips. But now he looks so achingly tender and handsome, and his touch is so gentle, and oh, what else can Suo Wei do but reach for Chi Cheng’s collar and pull him down for a kiss? Chi Cheng makes a small noise of surprise, planting a hand by Suo Wei’s head to catch himself and prevent their foreheads from smacking together. He swiftly regains himself, angling his head to slot their lips together.
It feels easier to do this now, more natural and less nerve-wracking. No butterflies wreaking havoc in his stomach; just warmth blooming in his chest. Suo Wei tips his chin up, mouth parting on a sigh. When Chi Cheng’s tongue delves inside, it doesn’t startle Suo Wei out of the kiss like it had in the past. Instead, it makes him want more. He releases his hold on Chi Cheng’s collar, moving to wind his arms around the man’s neck. Tentatively, he prods his tongue forward. Their tongues meet; their breaths mingle.
It’s Chi Cheng who breaks away first. He brushes aside Suo Wei’s bangs with the back of his fingers. “Happy?”
“Mh-hmm,” Suo Wei says, grinning like a fool if the tightness in his cheeks are anything to judge by.
The corners of Chi Cheng’s mouth quirks up. He leans down to press a kiss to Suo Wei’s forehead. “Me too.”
“Let’s go to bed. I’m sleepy,” Suo Wei says.
Chi Cheng tosses the towel in his hand to the floor, slinking into bed and taking up position behind Suo Wei. A contented sigh leaves Suo Wei when Chi Cheng drapes an arm over him, finding his hand and threading their fingers together. His orgasm has made him relaxed and drowsy. Chi Cheng’s comforting presence is wrapped around him like a favourite blanket, further lulling him into slumber. Suo Wei blinks slowly once, twice, and then drifts off to sleep.