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Jing Huan shuts the door to the blistering cold, toes off his shoes, and slips into his slippers.
“I’m home!” he calls out, walking into the apartment.
“En. How were exams?” Xiang Huaizhi asks, looking up from his computer as Jing Huan pads over to their study.
Jing Huan sighs dramatically, “Ugh, I don’t want to talk about them. Bad enough going through them—hopefully I passed though.”
“Mm, I’m sure you did,” Xiang Huaizhi says, scooting over a bit so that Jing Huan can settle into his side.
“Enough about those awful things—how was your stream?” Jing Huan asks, tucking his feet under Xiang Huaizhi’s thighs.
“Went well. Won the match. People asked where you were,” Xiang Huaizhi says, shifting so Jing Huan can see his screen.
“Definitely would have rather been fighting with you or even just watching you than taking finals,” Jing Huan sighs.
Xiang Huaizhi nods, reaching up to run his hand through Jing Huan’s hair, “Got a lot of gifts too. New view record they said. Maybe even more than Star T.V.”
Jing Huan laughs, threading his fingers through Xiang Huaizhi’s hair and kissing his cheek, “Gege, I keep telling you, Yanyan has a boyfriend.”
“En.”
“Really! He’s the CEO of Star T.V! And even if he wasn’t dating someone—Gege is the most handsome.”
Xiang Huaizhi’s mouth twitches upwards, and he sets aside the computer to pull Jing Huan into his lap and nuzzles into his hair.
Jing Huan happily nestles into his boyfriend’s arms and turns his head around so that he could whisper directly in Xiang Huaizhi’s ear.
“Gege, we haven’t done anything for a week because you wanted me to focus on studying,” he says, placing his hand on Xiang Huaizhi’s chest.
“Mm,” Xiang Huaizhi’s eyes darken as he wraps his big hands around Jing Huan’s waist before he pauses. “Also because your waist was sore.”
Jing Huan can feel his face go warm (Xiang Huaizhi is just so enthusiastic when they’re in bed, and while Jing Huan is perfectly happy while they’re going at it, more often than not he does end up sore), “Well—yeah, but I’m all recovered now! And no more tests—”
“Do you want to try topping me instead?” Xiang Huaizhi asks calmly.
“ What? ”
(He’s—
Okay, he’s definitely thought about it before, but—
But if he’s perfectly honest with himself, he’s happy just letting Xiang Huaizhi pin him down and work him over.
But now that Xiang Huaizhi has said that—
He’s definitely not opposed, but he—he’s never done that before.
Although neither had Xiang Huaizhi the first time he had taken him, but Xiang Huaizhi has always been a prodigy at everything he has tried.
What if he hurts him? There’s a lot of delicate stuff down there!
And their first time for Jing Huan had been rather painful—)
“You—you really want to try that?” he asks, gaping at his boyfriend, face aflame. “The first time—it was really painful the first time—”
Xiang Huaizhi looks somewhat contrite as he smoothes out Jing Huan’s hair, “I’m still sorry about that. Still—I’ve gotten better, right?”
Jing Huan manages to nod, even if he can’t look Xiang Huaizhi in the eye.
“You always look like you’re enjoying yourself now—” Xiang Huaizhi mercilessly continues.
“You—you can’t just say stuff like that!” he wails, burying his burning face in Xiang Huaizhi’s shoulder.
Xiang Huaizhi props his chin on top of Jing Huan’s head, and Jing Huan can feel his amused smile against his hand, “Do you want to try tonight?” he repeats.
Jing Huan is silent for awhile before finally whispering, “Can—can we wait like a week? I need to—prepare myself for it.”
“En. I can talk you through it too,” Xiang Huaizhi says as though he’s just talking about the weather. “It can be my Christmas present.”
Jing Huan swats him on the shoulder and looks up at him, “As if I’d just use sex as a gift for my boyfriend on Christmas!” he protests.
(He bought Xiang Huaizhi super limited edition athletic shoes!
He stayed up all night so he could snipe them off the website for him!
And plus, he had already planned to buy flowers and everything to make up for their ultimately disastrous Christmas date last year.)
“En,” Xiang Huaizhi replies, a soft look in his eyes and a faint smile tugging at his mouth. “I got something else for you too.”
“Can’t wait,” Jing Huan grins at him.
“But, you still want to try it?” Xiang Huaizhi prompts.
Jing Huan flushes, “You—you really want to?”
Xiang Huaizhi shrugs, “I’m willing to try new things. Besides—didn’t you say you were going to pamper me?”
In Xiang Huaizhi speak, that probably means that he heard something from somewhere (probably Lu Hang) and decided that the idea of Jing Huan on top was very appealing.
Which—is certainly flattering, but—Jing Huan wants to do it right.
“Well—alright. Next week. I—I will try my best,” he manages to get out, despite his entire face being on fire.
Xiang Huaizhi simply smiles, his hands moving to curve against Jing Huan’s bottom, “Alright. In the meantime, what do you want as your reward tonight?”
Jing Huan swallows heavily as Xiang Huaizhi squeezes, “My hands? My mouth?” He moves to lick and nibble at Jing Huan’s ear and directly say into it with a low tone, “My cock?”
(How does Xiang Huaizhi say all these perverted things with such a straight face???
He has the exact same amount of experience as Jing Huan, which is to say, they completely practiced together, but he’s still so—
Truly a male god.)
“I—all of them,” Jing Huan stammers, busying his hands with trying to get his boyfriend’s shirt off, “Everything of Gege’s—everything of my husband’s.”
Xiang Huaizhi’s eyes glitter with desire (he really likes Jing Huan calling him husband), and he scoops Jing Huan up into his arms, carrying him and kissing him as he walks to their bedroom, shedding clothes in their wake.
--
Christmas comes, and somehow both Jing Huan and Xiang Huaizhi bought the exact same pair of shoes for each other.
“…we are so disgustingly cute,” Jing Huan comments, staring at the brand new shoes in his hands.
A smile plays on Xiang Huaizhi’s lips as he examines his own pair of shoes, setting the flowers Jing Huan got him to the side. “Couple wear,” he intones seriously.
“Hao’er is going to spit up blood from envy, but yeah,” Jing Huan comments happily.
“En. And my other present?” Xiang Huaizhi asks, his hand drifting to run up and down Jing Huan’s back.
Jing Huan shivers, looking up at him with a red face.
(Research into the matter had gone—embarrassingly for the most part.
He doesn’t like watching porn—everything looks too fake, and besides, why would he want to look at some other guys’ naked bodies when he has Xiang Huaizhi in his bed every night.
He tried reading some of Chichi’s BL novel stash, but a lot of it sounded pretty unrealistic based on his own experiences—not that he could tell Chichi that or else she’d demand details and probably take notes.
The advice online mostly talked about the importance of lubrication and going a finger at a time, which was basically how Xiang Huaizhi did it with him now, but—
But he wanted to make sure that he could reach whatever nerves Xiang Huaizhi usually managed to hit with him, so he had tried fingering himself, but it was kind of a weird angle, his fingers didn’t feel as good or as long as Xiang Huaizhi’s, then Xiang Huaizhi had caught him at it and had proceeded to pounce on him, replace his fingers with his own, and he got nothing done after that.
Still—lube and patience, and then everything else he could try and watch Xiang Huaizhi’s reactions for, right?)
“I—I think—okay, let’s try this,” Jing Huan runs a hand through his hair and over his flushed face before starting to walk towards the bedroom, “Do you—should I use a condom—”
“No. I want to feel you,” Xiang Huaizhi says calmly. “All of you.”
(Fucking hellll.
Still, that was probably for the best anyway, it’s not like he could use the condoms Xiang Huaizhi occasionally uses, they’re Magnum size.
He’s not small, Xiang Huaizhi is just gigantic, goddamnit.)
“O—okay,” he squeaks out as they enter the bedroom, and he opens the drawer by their bedside for the lube while Xiang Huaizhi strips off his shirt and crawls onto the bed to wrap his arms around Jing Huan from behind and lick at his ear.
“Nervous?” he asks calmly, trailing a hand down Jing Huan’s chest.
Jing Huan leans back into his touch, closing the drawer with slightly trembling fingers and shucking off his pants, “Why aren’t you?” he demands.
Xiang Huaizhi blinks at him, “Because I know you will never hurt me,” he says simply, one hand going down to rub at the mole on his thigh.
(This man—
It’s wrong to think that Xiang Huaizhi is cold, Jing Huan has found. Xiang Huaizhi feels as deeply as any other person, sometimes even more so if it’s matters close to his heart, he just doesn’t show any of it on his face.
And he is one of the few people who can get Xiang Huaizhi to reveal his depths of emotion to him.
Jing Huan cannot imagine ever loving another.)
Jing Huan cups Xiang Huaizhi’s cheek in his hand, and Xiang Huaizhi closes his eyes and nuzzles it. “You’re too good to me,” he says quietly before coughing and gesturing, “Can you—can you take off everything and—and lie down?”
Xiang Huaizhi quirks up an eyebrow and strips down to his boxers, revealing an already impressive bulge, before taking those off as well and casually just giving himself a few quick tugs for his cock to grow to an even bigger size (when Xiang Huaizhi had cited that no one could be bigger than him, Jing Huan now believes him) and lying down on their bed, hitching his knees up a bit.
Jing Huan takes a deep breath and looks down there.
(He—had never really paid much attention to that area of Xiang Huaizhi before.
To be fair, he’s usually distracted by Xiang Huaizhi’s godly pillar, and so it has never really factored into their bedroom matters—until now.)
His hole is slightly redder than the skin around it, it doesn’t look all that big, and it seems all too unreal that he’s supposed to stick his fingers and then his cock in there.
(And also that Xiang Huaizhi is letting him.
He’s the only one Xiang Huaizhi would ever allow to touch him like this.)
Xiang Huaizhi has already reached over to play with Jing Huan’s growing arousal, “If you don’t want to—”
“No, I do!” Jing Huan says determinedly, reluctantly batting away Xiang Huaizhi’s hand, “Stop—I need to concentrate.”
Xiang Huaizhi chuckles, pillowing his head in his arms and looking up at Jing Huan, “You’re too cute, baby,” he says fondly, his voice deep and resonant.
Jing Huan shudders a bit at the word (oh god, he’ll never not be weak for Xiang Huaizhi calling him ‘baby’), and then opens up the bottle of lube, drenches his hands in it, and places a hand on Xiang Huaizhi’s flank, “I’m—I’m going to put one finger in now, okay?”
“En,” Xiang Huaizhi says in a relaxed tone, as though he’s at the beach.
He really needs to get Xiang Huaizhi panting the way Xiang Huaizhi usually ends up making him (and fuck, doesn’t that make his blood heat at the thought), so he takes a deep breath and slowly starts to work one finger in.
But—it just slides right in, hot and tight and wet —
Jing Huan gapes at him, “Did you—did you already—”
Xiang Huaizhi nods, “En. I wanted to make sure I was clean, and then I thought I might as well. And—I do it for you all the time, it’s not that hard to do it to myself.”
Jing Huan can’t believe his boyfriend can still talk so blandly when he has one finger in him already, but at the same time the idea of Xiang Huaizhi actually fingering himself to get himself ready for Jing Huan—
Jing Huan’s cock twitches at the picture of it, and Xiang Huaizhi notices, and his eyes darken as his voice grows hoarser.
“Thought of you while I was doing it. The way you were lying in our bed with your fingers in you, trying to muffle those whines you were making into the pillow, and how it still wasn’t enough for you until I arrived and helped you out—”
“You’re such a pervert, Gege,” Jing Huan snaps, blushing fiercely as his traitorous cock just grows harder with interest (it’s like a Pavlovian response at this point; Xiang Huaizhi could be saying anything in that bedroom voice of his, and he’ll just get harder than he already is).
Xiang Huaizhi’s eyes flick to where Jing Huan’s finger is, before looking back at him and raising an eyebrow.
“I’m not the one who sent nudes before,” he says.
(If Xiang Huaizhi still has the capacity to sass him, obviously, Jing Huan needs to up his game.
He really wants to see Xiang Huaizhi so lost in pleasure that he is mindless to all else, the way Xiang Huaizhi drives him to ecstasy.)
“It was one picture, and it was of my thigh! So then—you think you can take two?” he asks.
“En.”
Jing Huan carefully works in another finger, his throat constricting with how hot and tight and soft Xiang Huaizhi feels (is going to feel around his cock—fuck), and as he curls his fingers to try and rub around, Xiang Huaizhi lets out a low groan.
Jing Huan’s head whips around, worried that it was too much, “Gege—”
He pauses when he sees the intense expression on Xiang Huaizhi’s face that he’s usually only ever seen when he’s trying to muffle the embarrassing noises that come tumbling out of his own mouth that Xiang Huaizhi likes hearing so much. Glancing down, he also sees that not only has Xiang Huaizhi grown even more hard, but his enormous member has a distinct wet sheen to it now.
“Gege is this the spot?” he leans up to whisper into Xiang Huaizhi’s ear as he curls his fingers again and presses down.
Xiang Huaizhi lets out another low groan, his pupils completely dilated, and his cheeks now a bit flushed, “Baby is doing so well,” he praises in a hoarse voice.
Jing Huan can’t resist kissing him then, and Xiang Huaizhi deepens the kiss until their tongues are tangling together, and by the time Jing Huan pulls away, there’s a silver thread of spittle connecting them that Xiang Huaizhi breaks by licking his lips.
“Th—third finger, Gege,” Jing Huan pants out, easing his ring finger in and reaching out with his other hand to stroke Xiang Huaizhi’s cock, “You’re so hard and wet, Gege—how do you feel?”
Xiang Huaizhi is also panting, and he sits up a bit on his elbows so that he can reach out and lick a wet stripe up Jing Huan’s cock, “Give me your cock, baby,” he growls out, pressing a kiss to Jing Huan’s tip.
Jing Huan can’t stop the whine that escapes his throat (Xiang Huaizhi is going to be the death of him), and he hurriedly removes his fingers and lubes up his own cock (even if he probably didn’t need it at this point—he was leaking pre-come like a faucet), only to then pause, with his hands on Xiang Huaizhi’s thighs.
“Do—do you want to do it on your hands and knees? It might be easier—”
“No,” Xiang Huaizhi shakes his head, hitching up his long, strong legs even higher and hooking his heels into Jing Huan’s back, “Want to see your face. Want to kiss you.”
Jing Huan’s heart swells (how could he deny him that), and he presses his mouth against Xiang Huaizhi’s as he lines his cock up with Xiang Huaizhi’s hole and pushes in.
It’s—Jing Huan nearly comes right then and there with how hot and tight it is, (and fuck he’s actually taking Xiang Huaizhi’s anal virginity), and Xiang Huaizhi’s soft, completely-blown out eyes are not helping.
“Gege—Gege, you feel so good, ” Jing Huan can’t help moaning out, panting right next to his mouth, “Do—do you also feel good?”
“Mm,” Xiang Huaizhi replies, nibbling at his neck, “Feels—full. You can move.”
“En—en!” Jing Huan replies as he starts to thrust, gripping Xiang Huaizhi’s hips and trying his best to not lose his mind with how good it feels.
Xiang Huaizhi lets out a low moan when he hits a particular spot, and Jing Huan manages to pause his movements, “There—there, Gege?”
“Mm,” Xiang Huaizhi says in a low, thick voice, then licks and starts to lap against the nipples on Jing Huan’s chest, “Keep going.”
Jing Huan tries to keep thrusting there, broken cries escaping from his own mouth, and Xiang Huaizhi’s breathing also grows labored, the flush on his cheek even more prominent, and a few moans escape his mouth as well.
“Gege—am I doing alright?” Jing Huan can’t help asking, still determinedly trying to not just come.
“En, baby is—doing it perfectly,” Xiang Huaizhi pants out, his hand coming up to now jerk at his own engorged cock.
Jing Huan moans and reaches out a hand to Xiang Huaizhi’s cock, “Aren’t you just—saying what I want to hear, I didn’t—Let—let me help you.”
Xiang Huaizhi encloses Jing Huan’s hand in his own before placing it on his cock and moving it up and down in the long harsh jerks Xiang Huaizhi prefers, “My husband is doing so well and taking such good care of his husband—just like he promised, and I love him so much—”
Jing Huan lets out a cry at that and buries his head in his boyfriend’s shoulder (he knows of course that Xiang Huaizhi loves him, but hearing him say it will never not make him weak), “I—I love you too, and—fuck, I don’t know if I can hold on Gege—”
“Call me husband,” Xiang Huaizhi urges, his jaw clenching the way it does when he’s close, his other hand coming up to Jing Huan’s face, his long fingers near Jing Huan’s mouth, and Jing Huan can’t help but take two of them in his mouth and suck on them.
Xiang Huaizhi groans and removes his hand to grope at Jing Huan’s bottom, and then Jing Huan feels a finger carefully working its way into his own hole.
He gasps, “Gege—!”
“Call me husband,” Xiang Huaizhi repeats, curling his finger and hitting the exact spot that drives Jing Huan wild every time.
“Come for me, husband,” Jing Huan says brokenly as he shudders, thrusts harder, and moves his hand faster on Xiang Huaizhi’s cock.
Xiang Huaizhi lets out a guttural noise, and he does, white cum splattering across Jing Huan’s front, all the way up to his chest, and a few drops even landing on his cheek.
Jing Huan also lets go at that point, the clenching of Xiang Huaizhi’s hole driving him over the edge, and he wails as he empties himself into Xiang Huaizhi.
Jing Huan isn’t sure how long they lie there just like that, his body just thrumming with pleasure, his mind just a haze of bliss, his cheek against Xiang Huaizhi’s chest, until Xiang Huaizhi finally rouses himself and with a slight grunt, shifts so that Jing Huan’s cock slips out of him.
Seeing the traces of white dripping out of Xiang Huaizhi’s hole down to his thighs, Jing Huan feels both a sense of pride and utter embarrassment.
He opens his mouth, “Gege—”
Xiang Huaizhi immediately leans over him and gives him a deep, long kiss that has Jing Huan’s toes curling, and his cock twitching a bit with renewed interest.
Xiang Huaizhi separates from him to nuzzle his cheek then mouth at his neck, “Baby did so well,” he praises him.
Jing Huan covers his red face in embarrassment with his pillow, “Well—good. And—and I didn’t make you cry!”
“Mm,” Xiang Huaizhi acknowledges, looking at him, “You did better than me the first time. Would you want to do it again?”
“Right now???” Jing Huan blurts out, tossing the pillow aside, a horrified expression on his face.
(He’s so tired!
It was a lot of work!
Even if it was really good—he needs to at least rest a little!)
Xiang Huaizhi probably read his thoughts on his face because he chuckles a bit, “No, not right now. Just—later?”
“Maybe?” Jing Huan answers, sitting up, “It’s—it’s a lot of work, really, and I like—I like doing what we usually do too. But—I would like it every once in awhile? It was—I liked it. And—did you like it?”
“Very much so,” Xiang Huaizhi says with a soft smile, reaching out to kiss Jing Huan’s hair, “Wouldn’t mind only doing it that way every once in awhile—can’t completely tire you out after all.”
Jing Huan gives him a look, “Just because somehow you have inhuman stamina—”
“And you like it,” Xiang Huaizhi points out before standing up very slowly (it looked like he wasn’t as unaffected this time, hahaha, good job Jing Huan!), and holding out a hand to Jing Huan. “We should wash up.”
“Yeah,” Jing Huan agrees, taking Xiang Huaizhi’s hand and looking back at their stained bed with a grimace, “It’s really a mess…”
“I’ll take care of it,” Xiang Huaizhi promises, leading them to the bathroom hand in hand.
Jing Huan grins and tip-toes up to kiss Xiang Huaizhi on the cheek, “Too good to me,” he says softly. “Merry Christmas, Gege.”
Xiang Huaizhi smiles at him, “Merry Christmas, baby.”
