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Second year of uni was proving to be a lot more busy than freshman year, both for Duang and for Qin. They both spent most days doing their own things, both having strict deadlines and big projects that kept them extremely busy. For the most part they made it work, being able to find a balance between school work, social life, and most importantly, their relationship. But of course there were a lot of moments where they could just barely see each other outside of nights. Sometimes they wouldn’t even see each other then. A lot of nights Qin was busy rehearsing with the band, now being a lot busier since they started picking up gigs outside of schools, which meant he got home really late, sometimes after Duang had already gone to bed.
It was fine. They knew that this was going to happen, they knew that as time went on and things in their studies and careers started getting more serious they’d have less and less time for each other. Still, that didn’t make things any easier. They both missed each other a /lot/. Having their mornings together and occasionally having lunch together wasn’t enough. Last year the two were always attached at the hip, doing anything they could to stay together all day. So, now, being this busy and being away from each other was proving to be way harder than they thought.
It was especially hard for Duang. They were both clingy and needed each other, but it was way more for Duang. He breathed, ate and lived Qin, so not being with him all the time was killing him. Sending each other photos and updates throughout the day was good and all, but he needed Qin there with him. He needed Qin holding his hand and sitting on his lap and kissing him, and wrapping his pretty lips around Duang’s—
“Duang!” Jamie and Pae shouted in unison, Jamie hitting the back of his head. “Snap out of it and finish your work.” The three of them were in an empty art classroom and their university. They’d decided to work on their projects there since it’d be less likely for them to get distracted, and they could concentrate and finally get them done.
Duang furrowed his eyebrows and hit Jamie back, “You don’t have to hit me!”
“You’ve been spaced out for like ten minutes. You said you were gonna get this done today.”
“Whatever.” Duang mumbled as he picked his paintbrush back up and began working again with lazy brush strokes.
“What’s wrong with you?” Asked Pae. “You’re more spaced out than usual.”
“I’m thinking about Qin.” He smiled, not letting Jamie and Pae’s groans and protests get to him, “I miss him.”
Pae rolled his eyes so dramatically Duang could almost hear the sass and annoyance behind it, “You literally live with him.”
“Yeah, but we barely see each other cuz we’re so busy.” He rested his cheek on his hand and put his paintbrush down again, letting out a big sigh. Anyone who saw him right now would best describe him as a sad puppy. “I leave early in the mornings and he comes home late at night. Basically the only time we talk it’s through text, but that’s not enough.”
“Right, I forget who I’m talking to.” Pae grinned, “It’s a wonder who you two have even survived like this.”
“I don’t know either.” Duang mumbled, “I miss my Qin.” He ignored Jamie’s loud fake gagging, “I miss his kisses, I miss him scolding me, I miss talking to him, eating dinner with him, showering with him, eating /him/.”
“Alright! Alright! We’ve heard enough!” Jamie interrupted loudly, the look on his face was priceless. “We don’t need to know that.”
Duang sat up straight and grabbed both of Jamie’s shoulders, shaking him aggressively, “You /do/ need to know and you /will/ hear about it cuz I’m going crazy! I don’t know what to do! It’s been a month already. A whole month.” He punctuated every word by shaking Jamie, "Neither of you know what it’s like to have the prettiest boy in the world in your bed every night and still not being able to do anything.”
“First of all, ouch.” Pae said, “I know I’m single, you don’t have to add insult to injury.”
“And this feels like a dig at Marvis,” Jamie furrowed his eyebrows and flicked Duang’s forehead. “Marvis /is/ the prettiest boy in the world.”
“That’s not the point! The point is that I need to touch my boyfriend before I die.”
Once again, Jamie flicked his forehead, “You need to stop telling us about your being sexually frustrated. It’s gross. But since I know you’re not going to and the only way to get you to shut up is going to be to help you,” he sighed, “I guess we’ll talk about it.”
“Great.” Pae said sarcastically, putting his paintbrush down, knowing there was no point in trying to get his work done anymore.
“Have you tried telling him all of this?” Jamie asked.
Duang nodded frantically, “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve told him and tried initiating, but he’s usually too exhausted, and when he’s not and we do start doing something, it doesn’t go very far. The furthest it’ll go is a heated makeout because I have to wake up early and he won’t let me go to bed late.”
“Have you told him that you don’t mind going to bed late?” Pae asked.
Again, Duang nodded frantically like he was physically incapable of nodding normally, “So many times! But he won’t let me. Once he sees it’s past 23:00 he just gets off me and tucks himself into bed. It’s so frustrating!”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but, have you tried begging?” Jamie snickered, “Qin looks like the type of guy who’s into that.”
“I always do.” Duang smirked and winked at him, to which Jamie and Pae responded by groaning disgustedly. “I don’t know what to do. At this point we’re not having sex until the semester is over.”
“Is he gonna be home tonight?”
“Yeah, but I’m gonna be here a while finishing this.” Duang pouted, almost whimpering at the thought of his pretty boyfriend at home by himself, maybe in his pajamas, maybe wearing Duang’s pajamas, missing him just as much as he was. Needing him just as much as he did. Maybe he was just as desperate and needy as Duang was at this point. Maybe being home alone and with his thoughts on Duang he’d let his hand slip into his underwear and touch himself to the thought of him. God knows Duang had done that more times than he could count.
“I mean we’ve still got three days until this is due. You could stay here and keep pouting and complaining, or go home to your boyfriend and have to work twice as hard tomorrow.”
Duang bit his lip as he thought about what Jamie said. This was a big project worth half his grade and it was gonna take a long time to finish. If he left now, tomorrow he’d have to be working all day and spend the whole day without seeing Qin once. But on the other hand, Qin was home and probably looking as good as ever and just the thought of him being curled up in a little ball on the couch watching tv made Duang want to run all the way home and kiss his cute grumpy face until his lips wore off.
“...I’m going home.” Duang said as he got up and started stuffing his things in his backpack. “Can one of you take my canvas home and bring it for me tomorrow?” He smiled at them, pressing his palms together as he begged, “Pretty please.”
“Fine, whatever.” Pae laughed, “You’re so unique.”
“Bye bye!” Duang said as he ran off.
When he got to the apartment Qin was sitting on the couch wearing his cute pajamas, his hair was wet and he had a cute pout on his face as he worked on his computer. He always made that pouty face when he was concentrating hard on something. It made Duang just want to kiss him and bite him forever. “Hi baby!” Duang said as he walked in, immediately dropping his things on the ground and running over to Qin, but just as he was about to hug him, Qin stopped him.
“Why are you home so early?” He asked furrowing his eyebrows, “I thought you had a big project and were working late.”
“Mmmmm…” Duang looked to the side as he thought of how to say this without making Qin mad at him, “I… I just wanted to be home with you.” He smiled brightly.
“So you’re slacking off?” Qin asked, there wasn’t a single ounce of humor in his voice. “You need to do your work.”
“I have been! And I’ll finish it in the next couple of days! I just– I…” He bit the inside of his cheek, “I miss you, Qin.” He said softly, his voice dropping a few octaves as he got down on his knees in front of Qin who was still sitting on the couch. He wrapped his arms around one of Qin’s legs and laid his head on his thigh, softly leaving kisses on it.
The way Duang’s voice got lower and how he was kissing him made Qin know immediately what he wanted. And Qin really wanted it too, it had been so long, they were both going a little crazy. But he had to teach Duang a lesson. As much as they were both aching for each other, they couldn’t go slacking off just because they wanted to have sex. So Qin knew not to give in easily. He’d torture Duang just enough to drive him crazy.
“Qin…” he whispered as he kept kissing his thighs, just kissing him through his thin pajamas was getting Duang all riled up. “Please Qin. Can we?”
“You know I don’t like it when you slack off. You’ve got good grades. Don’t ruin it.”
Duan whimpered and shook his head, “I’m not ruining it I promise. I’ll get a good grade. But right now I need you, Qin. Please… Please Qin I’ll be good.”
“I’m sorry Duang.” Qin said softly as he gently cupped Duang’s face with one hand, rubbing him softly with his thumb. “But I can’t reward your bad behavior. We’re not having sex today.”
Duang whimpered again, then groaned, shifting and gripping Qin’s thigh. Already getting desperate from being told no. “Please, Qin. Please baby, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left, but I promise I’ll be good from now on. I’ll behave and do my work. Just– please, I’m begging you. I need you.”
“Mm-mm” Qin shook his head as he pulled his laptop back onto his lap and kept working. “You can stay there, but I’m not touching you.”
That was driving Duang crazy. He couldn’t stop himself from whimpering and whining in desperation, needing Qin to touch him so badly. The worst part was that the more Qin ignored him and told him he was being punished, the harder Duang got. So he got up slightly, still on his knees, still holding onto Qin’s thigh, but now his crotch was pressed against Qin’s leg. “Qin.” He moaned softly as he began moving his hips. He knew he looked pathetic, begging his boyfriend to touch him and then humping his leg when he refused. But he needed this. He needed something. /Anything/. “Please touch me, Qin.” He leaned his head down, to kiss his thigh again. He knew Qin was hard, even if he couldn’t see it because of the laptop. Qin loved to be in control, to ruin Duang and to have him pathetically on his knees begging. So having him there humping his leg and almost crying, definitely had him hard.
“I’m your good boy.” Duang whined against his thigh, his tongue leaving a wet spot on Qin’s pajama pants, similar to the wet spot already on Duang’s underwear. “I’ll be so good for you baby. A– Anything for you.” He mumbled as he started moving faster, the grip on Qin’s thigh tightening, “Want– Want to touch you… Make you feel good.” His voice was alternating between low and full of lust and high pitched and whiney. It had just been a few minutes, and Qin wasn’t even doing anything and Duang was already fully ruined, saliva dripping out of the corners of his mouth as he begged and whimpered for Qin while kissing his thigh. “Qin.” He moaned his name, reaching his hand out to move his laptop out of the way.
Quickly, Qin moved it back into place and looked down at Duang with a serious face, his eyebrows furrowed in disapproval. “Don’t do that.” His stern voice immediately earned a whimper from his needy boyfriend, “Do you have to look so desperate? I tell you once that I won’t touch you and you get on your knees and start humping me?” He shook his head and went back to what he was doing.
Qin’s fake disapproval just made Duang go faster, his hips aching and his thighs burning from the fast pace, but it still wasn’t enough. He knew Qin didn’t really think lowly of him, it was just an act he put on sometimes when they had sex. He knew not to overdo it, not to say anything that might genuinely hurt Duang’s feelings or to do it when they weren’t having that type of sex. They liked to switch things up. Some days they had loving, soft, slow, tender sex. There it was nothing but love. They’d both hold each other and whisper sweet nothings while Duang slowly but fulfillingly fucked into Qin. Other days, like today, it was all about Qin being in control, Qin telling Duang what to do, teasing him, degrading him, making him obey him like the puppy he was. Those were their favorites. But there were also times where Duang was the more dominant one. It never got to the point it did when Qin was dominant, but dominant nonetheless. He’d keep Qin from touching himself and would edge him until he was in tears. Sometimes he’d even fuck Qin’s mouth senselessly, leaving his voice raspy and unable to go to rehearsal the next day. But those days were more rare. Although they enjoyed it a lot.
“Qin,” now he was just repeating his name like it was a mantra. Like it was the only thing keeping him grounded as he ground his hips against his boyfriend’s leg. “Qin.” he repeated, his voice getting higher, his breaths turning into pants that all ended in high pitched moans, “Qin please, I want you. I need you. Please, you know– ah- you know I’m your good boy.”
“Are you?”
“Mhm.” he nodded, nuzzling his nose into his thigh. “I’m yours. I’m all yours for you to use however you want.” he nodded again, his cock twitching in his pants as he thought about how hard Qin must be in his pajama pants. “Do whatever you want with me. Just please, touch me.”
Qin finally shut his laptop and set it down on the couch next to him. That made Duang immediately get excited, making him speed up on his thrusts. But Qin made no move to touch him, he just spread his legs and watched his desperate, pretty boyfriend use his leg however he could. He was rock hard. If there was one thing that could make Qin hard in an instant, it was Duang’s whimpering and begging. Sometimes he wanted to take him with him into a studio and have him whimpering to a mic so he could play it in his headphones all the time. It was his favorite sound in the world. There was nothing that sounded as beautiful as his boyfriend needing him so badly.
“Duang,” just hearing Qin say his name made him whimper again, his hips stuttering as his dick twitched again. Nobody had ever and would never have the effect Qin had on him. “Answer me this, hm?” Duang simply nodded, his eyes glued to Qin’s while he nuzzled his face closer to Qin’s erection. “If I already fingered myself before you got here, waiting for you to get back, hoping that you wouldn’t be too tired so we could have sex before going to bed, but you misbehaved and went and came here too early because you’re too desperate and impatient and possibly put your grade in jeopardy, do you think you still deserve to touch me? Do you think you’re still worthy of me using you?”
“Mmm that’s not fair.” Duang whined, “I just– I’m not impatient, I just thought that you’d be too tired by the time I got home because you’re usually too tired to do anything other than kiss.” He frowned, though his thrusting never stopped. “I’m sorry, Qin. I told you I’m so sorry. I won’t ever do anything like this again. But I’m begging you… please…” he closed his eyes, imagining Qin fingering himself before he got there. He probably did it in the shower after cleaning up. Duang could imagine it so clearly, his left hand on the wall propping him up, while his right hand worked inside him. Three fingers inside him while he moaned Duang’s name and stretched himself open. “Baby please… I want to be inside you. I don’t even have to come, I just want to be inside you. I want you to touch me. Use me to make yourself come and ignore me, I don’t care, just fuck—” He closed his eyes as tears welling up in his eyes, “I need you. Please.” His voice was shaky now, he was so hard it was painful, and rubbing himself against Qin felt good but it wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough until Qin was touching him and using him however he pleased.
“Are you crying?”
“No.” Duang sniffled, “...Yes.”
The tears were streaming down his face as he helplessly humped Qin, his quiet tears turning into sobs as he watched Qin watch him with an unreadable expression. He quietly reached his hand forward to wipe Duang’s tears to which Duang responded by immediately nuzzling his face against his hand and kissing it. “Why’re you crying, Duang?”
“I just need you so bad, Qin. I’m begging you.” He said between sobs, then kept kissing Qin’s hand. The soft kissing turned into open mouthed kisses, which eventually turned into Duang straight up licking his hand like a pathetic dog in heat.
“Are you gonna be good for me?”
Duang nodded frantically, “Yes! Yes. So good. The best.”
“Okay.” Qin nodded. “Sit next to me.” Immediately, Duang got up from the floor and sat next to him, as obedient as ever. There were still tears streaming down his face, from pleasure, pain, embarrassment, and even from happiness, because he knew that no one could ever make him feel as good as Qin did. “Take your clothes off for me.” After saying that he got up and went into the bedroom. When he came back Duang was already fully naked, shaking from need of contact, but knowing better than to touch himself. Qin set down the bottle of lube he’d gone to get and stood in front of Duang. They’d stopped using condoms a while back, since they were both clean and knew neither of them would ever cheat on the other.
Right in front of Duang, Qin began undressing. Once his shirt was off, Duang reached forward, trying to touch him, but Qin quickly moved back. “No. You don’t get to touch.”
Instead of complaining, Duang kept his hands at his sides, cautious to not accidentally make Qin mad and make him go back on his decision. Once Qin was fully undressed, he kneeled down in between Duang’s thighs and smiled when he saw him twitch immediately at the sight. He knew that getting head from him was one of Duang’s favorite things in the world, which is exactly why he was gonna do everything but that. He was gonna give him most of what he wanted, but he still needed to punish him somehow. He grabbed Duang’s dick with his right hand and gave the tip one small kitten lick, which was enough to make Duang leak precum again, then he grabbed the lube and poured it on him, not bothering to warm it up first.
Duang shivered, and watched as Qin gave him a couple of strokes as he spread out the lube through his whole dick. Then he got up. He placed a knee on either side of Duang and grabbed his dick behind him. He positioned himself and slowly started lowering himself onto him. Both of them immediately started shaking in pleasure and anticipation, Duang not being able to be even the slightest bit quiet. “Ah– Qin, baby, you feel so good around me.”
“Duang…” Qin moaned softly. Once Duang was fully inside him, Qin stopped to look at him, “You’re not allowed to touch me. If you touch me even once, I’m getting up and going to sleep. Got it?”
It was clear from the look on his face that Duang wanted to protest, but he didn’t, instead he simply nodded. After a few seconds of letting himself get used to the feeling of Duang inside him, Qin began slowly moving his hips. Even though he’d stretched himself out, it still hurt a bit so he was taking it slow. It had been a while since they’d done this so it was gonna take a bit for him to get used to the feeling again. He reached for the couch behind Duang to stabilize himself while he moved his hips, refusing to give Duang any sort of contact besides his dick and their thighs.
Duang absolutely loved physical contact, always. No matter where they were he always found a way to be touching Qin, whether it was holding hands, holding his waist, hugging him or kissing him, they were always touching. It was no different when they were having sex. Actually it was even more when they were having sex. Usually Duang would be running his hands up and down Qin’s body, praising and touching every single inch of him, telling him how pretty he was, how much he loved the feeling of his soft skin. A lot of times he’d wrap his arms around Qin and just hug him while he thrusted into him while whispering how much he loved him. So not being able to touch his boyfriend while he was on his lap riding him was driving him crazy and making even more tears fall from his eyes.
“Duang, baby, why are you still crying?” Qin asked softly as he lowered himself back onto Duang, making him gasp and bite his lip. “I thought this was what you wanted.”
“It is.” Duang whined, “B-But I want to touch you.”
“Aww,” Qin cooed pouting a little, “I’m sorry, but only good boys get to do that.”
Duang groaned, gripping the couch cushion under him, clearly trying his best not to touch Qin, “I /am/ a good boy. I’m your good boy, Qin, please.”
Instead of answering, or letting him touch him, Qin just began moving his hips faster in a way that was giving him all the pleasure he needed, Duang hitting all the right spots, but it wasn’t doing much for Duang. Not physically at least, because just watching Qin in so much pleasure, his mouth hanging open as quiet moans came out of his mouth, his eyes closed and his chest heaving, that was enough to make Duang come on the spot. He didn’t, though, he’d do everything he could to make Qin come before he did.
“Mmm… Qin, yeah.” He nodded, his head was thrown back against the couch as he watched him through heavy lidded eyes, “Use me however you want. I– I’m yours. I just want you to feel good.”
Qin opened his eyes to look at Duang. It seemed like he was coming to terms with not being able to touch him, the tears in his eyes were finally drying up. While keeping eye contact, Qin moved his right hand to Duang’s mouth, “Spit.” Of course, Duang immediately did, so Qin moved his hand down to his own dick and slowly began stroking it. Any other time he’d be a little annoyed at having to do all the work himself, but right now watching his boyfriend watching him like he was the hottest thing in the world, like he’d take the first chance to devour him if he could, while also being obedient enough to not do anything, it was making it all worth it.
“Am I allowed to thrust up into you?” Duang asked softly in between moans, “Please?”
“You have such good manners.” Qin grinned, “Of course, baby.”
Immediately, Duang began moving his hips up to match Qin’s movements, changing the pace to a faster one. They both looked like a mess, but especially Duang. Not being able to touch Qin was really making him desperate. He wanted to be good for him and to follow his rules, to take his punishment, but it was so hard. Just looking at the man before him, lost in his own pleasure and not being able to help him feel even better was making Duang lightheaded. “You feel so good, Qin.” Duang moaned, gripping the couch cushion even harder. At this rate it might rip by the time they were done. “I missed being inside you.”
“Me too.” Qin breathed out, throwing his head back, the pleasure getting better by the second, “I imagine how much better it would feel if you’d behaved and gotten home when you were supposed to. Then you could’ve been touching me right now. You could’ve been choking me, or playing with my nipples. Maybe even had your fingers in my mouth. I know how much you love that.”
Duang immediately whimpered at his words. “Qin.” he pouted, “You’re being so mean.”
“Am I?” He asked, “Or do you deserve it?”
Again, Duang whimpered in response. “I deserve it. I misbehaved and you should keep punishing me.”
“Good boy.” Qin nodded. “Since you’ve been taking your punishment so well I’ll give you a reward.” Immediately Duang lit up. Qin moved the hand that had been stroking his own dick and wrapped it around Duang’s neck, then leaned in and kissed him. They kissed like they hadn’t kissed in years. Duang’s tongue immediately made it into Qin’s mouth, moaning as Qin took it between his lips and bobbed his head a bit. The kiss was sloppy, hungry, desperate. For the duration of the kiss Duang couldn’t stop moaning into Qin’s mouth like he was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
The kiss lasted around five minutes. Five minutes of them basically eating each other’s faces off and Duang doing everything in his power not to come right then and there. When Qin pulled away his moans and gasps were getting more frequent and more high pitched, and Duang knew exactly what that meant. So, he started thrusting faster into him, hitting his prostate every few thrusts, making him throw his head back.
“Duang.” Qin moaned, “Yeah— Duang you’re so good, baby.” He moaned as he reached down to grab Duang’s hands and place them on his own chest. Immediately a flip switched in Duang, like he was finally free. He grabbed Qin’s waist with one hand and wrapped the other hand around his neck and started thrusting up into him faster than he had all night. Then he leaned in to take one of his nipples into his mouth, making it his personal mission to make Qin have the best orgasm he’d ever had in his life.
Qin’s legs were shaking already, not being able to keep up with Duang’s thrusts. His mouth hung open as he mumbled words that Duang couldn’t quite understand, but in the end they all just came out as moans. “Duang I’m so close.” he moaned as he tangled his fingers into Duang’s hair, pulling on it roughly, fully lost in his own pleasure. In times like this Duang felt like this was what he was put on this Earth for. To make Qin feel good. To make his boyfriend feel so good he couldn’t think straight. And sometimes Qin also thought that was what Duang was put on this Earth for because he was just /so/ good at it, it was insane.
“Duang… Duang, I’m– oh my god.” He was just mumbling nonsense at this point, just saying Duang’s name over and over, like he needed everybody to know who was making him feel so good. And everybody probably did know because they were being extremely loud, not a single care in the world about their neighbors.
It only took around one more minute for Qin to finally come, he was gasping for air while his whole body spasmed, his thighs were shaking and his hips were thrusting up into the air, all while Duang was still fucking him. And he fucked him all the way through his orgasm, until his body wasn’t spasming anymore and his shoulder were slumped. When he looked up his eyes were filled with tears and his cheeks were rosy, which immediately made Duang worry. “Why’re you crying?! Are you okay?!” He cupped Qin’s face, “Did I hurt you?”
Qin shook his head and wrapped his fingers around Duang’s wrist, “Not at all. The opposite actually. I’ve never felt that good in my life.” Qin grinned.
Duang smiled and kissed him, “I’m so glad.” He kissed him again, this time slipping his tongue back into his mouth, trying his best to calm himself down so he wouldn’t thrust up into him and overstimulate him. A lot of times Duang enjoyed overstimulating him, but today wasn’t one of those days. He just wanted to make him feel good to make up for being bad. “I want to make you feel that good always.” He whispered as he pulled away.
Qin smiled and left a small peck on his lips, “Now it’s my turn to make you feel good.” He said as he slowly got off Duang, both of them involuntarily spasming at the feeling. Then, he got on the floor in between Duang’s legs and spit in his hand and started lazily stroking him, all while keeping eye contact, “I know what you want, and since you were so good I’ll give it to you.” He leaned close and kissed the tip of his cock, “But only if you beg for it.”
Duang bit his lip, his eyebrows knitted together in pleasure as he looked down at the beautiful man on his knees, “Please Qin, I want your pretty lips around my dick. More than anything. You know I’ll be good for you.”
Again, Qin smiled, satisfied with his begging. Any other time he would’ve made him beg more, but he’d leave it at that, the begging and crying from earlier made up for it. Though he definitely wanted to see Duang crying like that again. He’d save the memory in a special part of his brain that he only looked at when he was alone in his bed or in the shower and missing Duang.
“You’re so good for me.” Qin said before he finally took his dick in his mouth. Duang immediately groaned and closed his eyes, but Qin quickly gripped his thigh which made him look back at him. Since the first time Qin sucked Duang off, they both knew that Qin absolutely loved making eye contact while he did it, but most times Duang would get too caught up in how good he felt and close his eyes. Of course Qin would always remind him.
If there was one thing Qin was 100% confident that he was good at, it was sucking off Duang. Starting with the fact that he had no gag reflex so he took his like it was nothing. Feeling him hit the back of his throat, saliva dripping down the side of his mouth while he looked up at him, it made them both feel like they were in heaven. It was a sight Duang would never get tired of. He ran his fingers through Qin’s hair, pulling on it a little as he pushed him down further onto his cock, earning no complaints from him.
“You look so pretty like this.” He moaned as he guided Qin’s head up and down, once again tears welled in Qin’s eyes. “So so pretty, my Qin. I could come just from watching you.” He bit his lip as he looked at Qin’s lips, his dick twitching in his mouth. He groaned as he reached his free hand up to his own chest and started playing with his nipples. He felt so good he couldn’t control his moans or his body as he thrusted up into Qin’s mouth. “Shit— I’m so close. Please don’t stop– Ah! Qin…” he began rambling, saying a whole bunch of nothing in between moans while Qin quickened his pace. Finally Duang came into Qin’s mouth, bucking his hips up subconsciously, while his whole body tensed up. “Oh my god” he said out of breath while Qin pulled away, still stroking his cock slowly, milking every last drop of cum out of him, helping ride out his orgasm. “Qin…” he said softly as he reached his hand up to wipe his mouth, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to come in your mouth.”
“It’s okay.” he shook his head, “I liked it.”
They both laughed a bit. Qin got up and sat next to Duang and gave him a soft, deep kiss. “I love you, Duang.”
“I love you, Qin.” he smiled and kissed him again, placing his hand on his cheek softly. They kissed like that for a few minutes while they both calmed down, both now really clingy and wanting to get into bed and cuddle. “I’m gonna go shower really quickly.”
“Okay.” Qin nodded, “I’ll wait for you in bed.”
“Okay.” Duang said softly and kissed his forehead.
After quickly showering, Duang made his way into their bed where Qin was lying using his phone. When he saw Duang he smiled and put his phone down, opening up his arms for him. Duang immediately lied down next to him and hugged him, burying his face in his neck. “You’re not mad at me anymore?” Duang asked softly.
“I was never mad at you.” Qin replied, running his hands through Duang’s hair. “I just couldn’t reward you for doing something you weren’t supposed to.” Duang looked up at him pouting, “Stop pouting, you loved it. And I did too… I didn’t know you crying while begging was such a turn on for me.”
“Good to know.” He smiled and kissed him, “I can’t tell you how much I needed this. I’ve been missing you so much.”
“Me too.” he poked Duang’s cheek, “What are you doing this friday after classes?”
“Mmmm, I’ll have turned in my project by then so nothing I think.”
“Let’s go on a date.”
“Yes!!” Duang said excitedly, “Yay!” he grinned and started leaving kisses all over his face. “I love you so much.”
Qin laughed and pushed his face away, “I love you too.”
“But next time I won’t go easy on you.” He smirked, “You had your fun today, let’s see how you like it when I’m edging you until you cry.”
“I can’t wait.”
The smile couldn’t be wiped from either of their faces. This was something they both had been needing so badly, to feel closer to each other, to take away the stress they’d both been feeling, and to connect in a way they hadn’t done in so long. Things weren’t fully fixed. They’d still be very busy a lot of the time, but they knew that from now on they’d start making more time for each other, since it was clear they needed it a lot.