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With a helpless moan, Xingqiu came. Hard.
“Ah, ah, mm, Chongyun, Oh─ Fuck, Chongyun─”
The feel of Chongyun’s pussy, wet and warm against his bare skin, hard clit noticeable as he rubbed himself on Xingqiu’s thigh, wasn’t quite enough to distract from the continued rhythm of his fingers. He had three of them seated inside, crossed into a taper at the tips so that every push left their target feeling filled and happy. The sword calloused pad of Chongyun’s thumb pressed up against his clit from underneath, the friction an afterthought to the rapid motion of his wrist.
“Chong- Ah, ah, Chongyun─!” The ripples of Xingqiu’s orgasm raced up his spine like prayers to the archons as it continued to build, pulling him higher and higher to some precarious electric edge. He could feel himself begin to shake involuntarily, his hands frantically searching the bed for something to grip onto ─ anything that might act as an anchor to the cresting wave Chongyun was intent on weathering.
“Chongyun, stop─ Just for a moment, I can’t─ I can’t breathe.” Gasping as his toes curled so hard they hurt, Xingqiu arched against the bed with a whimper.
Chongyun came to an almost immediate halt, frozen in place with his fingers still buried deep inside Xingqiu’s pussy as it clenched down on him in overstimulated desperation.
“S-sorry.” He sounded dazed, as if his entire brain was glazed over with a thick layer of sugar.
Xingqiu struggled up onto his elbows, hopelessly flushed and out of breath, trying to get a look at him through tear clumped lashes and spinning thoughts. He looked very far gone, he concluded.
“It’s fine, I was simply…” Blinking, lost for words for once in his life, Xingqiu huffed a sigh and laughed, light and airy as he permitted himself to slump artfully back into the mess of covers ─ ripped up around him like a tempest. His legs were still shaking fairly violently. The one not pinned under Chongyun’s worryingly heated weight gave a particularly enthusiastic jitter, forcing Xingqiu to fold it until his knee stood trembling at heaven a little more modestly. “Overwhelmed.”
Chongyun nodded, the motion clipped and jerky, and Xingqiu knew from experience that he was struggling to remain in complete control of himself. They’d had a fair few disagreements about that in the past, about just how much control Chongyun seemed to expect over himself at all times. It wasn’t as if Xingqiu didn’t understand about the constraints of his constitution, but he simply didn’t see why he couldn’t let himself go a little when it came to sex.
“Chongyun.” Above him, face red and downturned, Chongyun grunted in acknowledgement. “You can move on me. Just not your fingers. Not yet.”
It was as if Xingqiu had released some kind of binding spell. Chongyun sagged appreciatively, his breath leaving him in one steady and controlled exhale to centre himself before he resumed his previous grinding.
Rolling his head to one side, Xingqiu watched him through his lashes as he settled back into his own contentment, carefully observing his deepening flush and the ever steady rate of his breathing.
But Chongyun couldn’t quite find the rhythm of it.
Inside, Xingqiu felt Chongyun’s fingers twitch in frustration, pressing yet another spark out of his fried nerve endings.
After another few stuttering passes of hips over thigh, Chongyun groaned and stopped.
“It’s no use, I… can’t. I’m too─ ugh.” His eyes pressed shut, Chongyun frowned in frustrated concentration as he straightened up and sighed.
“It’s okay.” Xingqiu spoke softly, not wanting to rip him out of whatever internal reshuffle he was attempting. He pushed himself back up onto an elbow to better look at him, feeling a soft pang of disappointment ring through his chest like a doleful bell.
Chongyun grunted again, this time more aggressively, although Xingqiu knew full well that it wasn’t aimed at him. Yang energy: warm, active, restless and masculine, amongst other things. It was easy to see how having a pure Yang spirit was difficult to manage. Xingqiu had long suspected he himself was tipped a little more heavily in the other direction: cold, wet, passive and feminine. Perhaps that made them balanced.
“I wish I knew what─” Chongyun continued, his brow still pinched to match the thorn of irritation in his voice. “I want to… ugh…” His fingers flexed inside Xingqiu one more time, firm and deliberate, the tips of his fingers kissing the indulgent softness of his g-spot like a breath over crumbling embers.
Xingqiu keened, tired and distant, before squeezing his thighs together with a dissuading moan. With a sigh, Chongyun pulled away from him ─ disengaging his fingers with a satisfyingly slick sound.
“A-Yun.” He raised a hand to cup Chongyun’s cheek, soft, almost feather light for fear of overstimulating him further. “Do you think you can still come, after a few minutes?”
Chongyun opened his eyes to reveal those uniquely blue irises and their curious pupils once again, like a pin through glacial ice.
“No. No, I don’t want to risk it. I’m sorry, A-Xing.” With far too much steadiness, Chongyun lifted himself up and off to instead sit at the edge of Xingqiu’s bed, leaving nothing but a dwindling wet patch on touch sated skin.
“I understand.” Still too weak and wobbly to manoeuvre himself across the bed, Xingqiu made do with rolling onto his side to watch as Chongyun reached for one of his pre-prepared popsicles.
Xingqiu too, felt calm in an odd and distant kind of way. He loved Chongyun, more than anything he’d ever been able to comprehend, and watching him suffer was harder than his own suffering ever could be. This was difficult, both because of his constitution, and the dysphoria sex always brought about for him.
He thought about it until they fell asleep together, loosely in each other’s space, mind dwelling on the telling half a remark he’d made whilst still inside him.
“I wish I knew what... I want to…”
Xingqiu had an idea about what it was he wanted. If his pure Yang spirit was out of his control, then he’d work on reducing the other problem at play.
The fading dregs of summer were arguably Xingqiu’s favourite part of the year ─ those few crisp weeks between the dying tail of August and the sharp end of September. This short and liminal season allowed for windows of opportunity when it came to spending time with Chongyun, the weather outside still warm enough for his personal comfort whilst no longer posing a threat to his partner. Liyue harbour itself often retained a lot of the stuffy summer heat, closed away between wood beams and books, but up north in Qingce, it was perfect.
An errant breeze caught at the pages of the book rested in Xingqiu’s lap, ruffling the paper like the drying leaves of the tree that shaded the tiny warehouse the guild rented specifically for him. He could have taken a space in one of their other warehouses along with all their textiles, closer to the city and well watched, but he’d asked specifically for this one. It offered him an excuse to leave the city, and a pleasant little hideaway where he and Chongyun could spend time undisturbed.
He looked up at the latter, sat at the edge of the platform to take a break and eat a popsicle between bouts of training, and let his mind wander. Xingqiu had been thinking about him a lot lately. More than usual, and that took a concerted effort given just how much Chongyun was on his mind in any given day. They hadn’t had sex since their last attempt, when Chongyun had bailed in dysphoric frustration, and whilst Chongyun hadn’t seemed to notice the lull in activities, Xingqiu had been scheming around it furiously.
Overstimulation due to his constitution was something Chongyun had a veritable wealth of experience in controlling, having long since needed to get to grips with his disability. Dysphoria wasn’t something he talked about though, not since his initial coming out some time ago. But Chongyun was human, and like any other person on the planet, he had tells; some of them obvious, and others that had taken Xingqiu years to work out.
Putting his book aside with a sigh, Xingqiu leaned his head back against the wall and regarded his boyfriend affectionately before interrupting his tranquillity.
“Chongyun, if you did have a cock, how big would it be?”
Chongyun stiffened, hunched over, and bit through his popsicle all at once. With a choked cough, he turned to look at Xingqiu (still passively smug and comfortable) with a wary look. Although, he noticed, he couldn’t quite meet his eye.
“How am I supposed to know that? Xingqiu─ What about you? How─” He grimaced, cutting himself off with a sigh as he turned back to face the idyllic countryside, free of awkward questions and self satisfied boyfriends. “I can’t even ask.”
Unfortunately, Xingqiu had come prepared for this question.
“Not that big, I think.”
In profile, Xingqiu watched Chongyun stare down at the remaining portion of his popsicle, enjoying the way he could practically watch the gears turning over the conflict of putting it back in his mouth or not. After a brief internal struggle resulting in a deep sigh (and not resuming his popsicle) Chongyun sat back and stared at the sky as if seeking celestia’s guidance.
“A-Xing, why are you asking about this?”
“Consider it an indulgence of my imagination. So, you have no strong opinions?” Delicately closing his book, Xingqiu sat up straight to more closely map the soft gradient of Chongyun’s blush.
“I- No. No, I guess not.”
He really was a very pretty shade of pink, although if he was pushed much further they might have an incident on their hands, which usually he wouldn’t mind, but perhaps not today. This was a serious inquiry, despite his approach.
“Very well then.” Xingqiu sighed contentedly, and continued, business like “I shall simply have to make that decision for you when putting together my fantasies.”
Chongyun seemed to sit and wait for a continued assault on his embarrassment reserves for a while after that, too used to Xingqiu’s nature as a shit disturber to let his guard down. But Xingqiu let him rest, for once not wanting to be unkind. Besides, he had plans to cogitate on, now that he got to make the decision.
It took an amount of research and shopping around until Xingqiu found what he was looking for, and a few more discrete little conversations until he located something perfect. After all, it would have to be perfect. Nothing else would do. It was for Chongyun.
Sunset came earlier every night now, as the bulk of summer fell beneath the horizon to make room for the brittle shape of winter. As such, it was already dark enough for their walk home from Xinyue kiosk to be watched over by the distant glimmering stars, only the brightest still visible through all the harbour’s light. It had been a pleasant date, a walk around the terrace followed by a meal Xingqiu had pre-picked to favour Chongyun’s pallet and needs, throughout all of which he had remained on his best behaviour. Not a single hidden chilli or riskily placed hand the entire evening, although in hindsight that may have been going overboard when it came to not raising Chongyun’s suspicions. As they approached Xingqiu’s surprisingly modest front door, Chongyun seemed to grow the slightest bit more wary.
“Do you wish to escort me further?” Hand delicately rested upon the knob, Xingqiu lowered his lashes at him in a strategic glance over his shoulder. Behind him, Chongyun huffed a breath of exasperated endearment before touching the very tips of his fingers against the small of Xingqiu’s back.
“Alright.”
Good, Xingqiu beamed inwardly as he let them in, that meant he wasn’t against his unspoken plans. Something about the way Chongyun’s touch didn’t leave him as they moved into the entryway gave him a little more insight, that maybe he had been expecting this since some undetected point in their evening.
Catching his wrist as he turned to plant his back against the wall, Xingqiu pulled Chongyun in so they were standing chest to chest, close enough to feel the ghost of his breath against his face. His eyes closed on automatic as they met, head tilting as Chongyun’s mouth found his with practised ease. The kiss remained unheated, even as Xingqiu’s tongue slipped into Chongyun’s mouth to greet familiar territory with a tender focus. Kissing like this brought a different kind of intensity, slow and careful, mutual need and desire communicated patiently like glacial melt.
Chongyun indulged him for almost a full minute before breaking away with a shuddering sigh and a squeeze to Xingqiu’s waist.
“This is a little bold, even for you. Won’t your family─?” He asked, although it took him another few seconds to think to glance around for any potential interruptions.
“Out. There was a business dinner I was supposed to be attending with them, but I told them I had other plans. Xu will let me know if I missed anything important.”
“Xingqiu.” Chongyun hissed in reprimand. Xingqiu laughed.
“What? It was nothing important, at least, nothing half as important as letting you get your hands on me.” To emphasise his point, Xingqiu gently hooked his fingers into Chongyun’s palms to guide them further up his ribs with a sigh.
“You should take your responsibilities more seriously, A-Xing…” With a huff, Chongyun brushed his lips up the length of Xingqiu’s throat to graze his chin with his teeth, leaving a trail of breath and goosebumps in his wake, as well as thoroughly undermining his statement.
Not wanting to derail him any further, Xingqiu merely hummed in acknowledgement as Chongyun’s mouth found his again, warm and wet and languid.
The trip to Xingqiu’s bedroom was taken in a series of blind and waltzing steps, moving from wall to door to furniture as they pressed any ledge or flat surface into use as yet another waypoint towards their destination ─ kissing all the while, that same slow leisurely pull, like the tide over sand. It was Xingqiu’s hands that first found the clasp of Chongyun’s jacket, slipping it free to expose bare shoulders as the door to his room closed behind them with a click.
As the jacket hit the floor, Chongyun pushed them further towards the bed with a low moan, fists bunched into the front of Xingqiu’s coat. Giggling, Xingqiu pulled away just enough to allow Chongyun an easier removal, watching contentedly as his layers were stripped away from him by loving hands. In a stilted flurry of hands and fabric, they made their meandering way to the foot of the bed until Xingqiu’s thighs bumped against the mattress.
“Chongyun?” Heart beating a little faster against the inside of his ribs, Xingqiu cupped his boyfriend’s jaw to catch his attention. Chongyun’s hands were already busy tracing lines across his skin through his open shirt, their hips pressed together in a way that made him dizzy with promise.
“Mm?” His eyes were closed, his mind half in the moment and half in that other place he often went to when he was pacing himself in an attempt to contain his energy.
“I’m afraid I have ulterior motives for tonight,” An eye cracked open to look at him, suspicious but unsurprised. Fighting to suppress a smile of endearment lest it ruin his seduction, Xingqiu once again retrieved one of Chongyun’s hands to guide it where he wanted it. “I have something for you.” He felt Chongyun’s fingers collide with the smooth side of the box, still nested where he’d left it earlier that evening.
Frowning in confusion, Chongyun disengaged enough to scrabble behind him and retrieve the gift, bringing it between them with an unsure glance to Xingqiu’s waiting gaze.
“Happy Birthday. A little early perhaps, but I couldn’t wait the full week to give it to you.” Xingqiu watched as the corners of his mouth tugged into a smile, caution draining out of him like sand from an hourglass. Biting his lip to try and keep his amusement at bay, Xingqiu added “or, more accurately, for you to give it to me.” Which poured it all back in.
Giggling, Xingqiu pressed a kiss to his cheek and nudged them further apart. “Open it. I promise, it won’t bite.”
With one last searching glance, Chongyun eased off the lid to reveal the gift inside pillowed on silk. If he had been quiet before then he was as silent as the deepest oceans now, a heavy blush roiling his skin a healthy pink in the process.
“Is this why you were asking about my..?” Voice hoarse and dry, Chongyun coughed in an attempt to clear his throat, his mind being a definite lost cause by now.
“Yes.” Xingqiu hummed, standing on tiptoe to peer over the lid at the cool blue object inside. “I hope I made a good judgement. I went with what I thought I could handle, in the end.”
A touch dazed, Chongyun sat heavily on the end of Xingqiu’s bed, setting the box down in his lap with a degree of reverence. As if handling some sacred tool of exorcism handed down from generation to generation, he gently lifted its contents for closer inspection.
Xingqiu had gone with something sleek but stylish, in the end. There had been a wide range of options to choose from, some clunky but more practical, others dubious but intriguing, and all in a variety of sizes from comically large to teasingly small. Dildo shopping was an art of its own, he’d discovered, and the culmination of his efforts now sat proudly in the hands of its soon to be wearer. He’d debated over ropes and harnesses for quite some time, but had instead opted for something strapless of a reasonable but not intimidating size, curved like a hairpin with a comfortable bulb on the other end to sit inside Chongyun.
Sliding onto the bed beside him, close but not overbearing, Xingqiu squeezed his hands between his knees and continued in an affectionate murmur “I was perfectly fine to carry on how we have been, but I could sense how deeply you wanted this, so… I decided to make it a reality, or as close to reality as I could manage. I can’t bear to see you hurt, Chongyun. Especially not over something like this. I only wish I could do more.”
Chongyun’s hand shot out to cover Xingqiu’s knee, silencing him with gentle touch and a single trembling inhale. His lips parted around the breath before words, and Xingqiu watched as his thick pale lashes beat a familiar pattern of self control.
“I… Xingqiu.” The glossy sheen of emotion in Chongyun’s eyes was something Xingqiu had seen before, although rarely, as whilst crying wasn’t something inherent to the struggle with his constitution, it often led to being thoroughly overstimulated.
“Chongyun,” He cooed, scooting closer to cup his partner’s face in his hands in a soothing gesture. “It’s okay, you can feel this. I promise, it’s alright. I love you, I want this for you, but it’s okay to─”
Screwing his eyes shut tight, evidently fighting to keep a lid on his emotions, Chongyun shook his head and held up a hand, signalling Xingqiu to stop.
“N-no.” Squishing his cheek against Xingqiu’s hands he continued, more steadily “No, let me keep it down. Later… I can feel all this later, safely, but right now I want─ I am going to use this on you.”
It took a lot of self restraint not to throw himself directly at Chongyun then and there, relishing that dominance like a rare and expensive delicacy, but Xingqiu knew when to give Chongyun time. The rest of their accumulated clothing was removed quickly, both opting to undress themselves rather than each other as they’d started out with. It didn’t matter, after all, Chongyun would have his hands on him soon enough.
Settling himself in the middle of the bed, now completely bare except for the heavy weight of Chongyun’s attention, Xingqiu watched as his partner removed the last of his layers with a grunt. He picked up the toy, which he’d only set aside reluctantly to get the job of undressing done quickly, and made his way to the edge of the bed.
“Do I just… put it in?” Some of the erotic intensity faded, replaced instead by cautious anxiety as he turned the strap over in his hands.
“Yes, but let me help you first. Foreplay, Chongyun. It has its purposes.”
As Xingqiu lay down on his front and beckoned Chongyun closer to the edge of the bed he caught a muttered complaint “You do that with words already, and then you wonder why I don’t last.” and felt justifiably smug.
“One leg up.” He prompted, patting the bed cheerily. Chongyun obeyed without question and watched with baited breath as Xingqiu scooted closer to place a delicate kiss to his hip. Propping himself up on one elbow, he snaked a hand between his thighs to carefully pry him open, fingers slipping over wet and familiar warmth. He’d always liked how Chongyun felt. Even if these parts weren’t right, they were still his, which meant Xingqiu would always love them unconditionally. Still, there was a certain degree of indulgence in the skittering lines he drew over his short inner labia, a pause of punctuation as he teased the longer one between two fingers. Chongyun’s breath caught in his throat at that, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip in a good way.
With a pleased hum, Xingqiu let his fingers wander further as he dipped in close enough to drag his tongue over Chongyun’s still sheathed clit. That was something else he liked─ how Chongyun’s clit liked to poke itself almost fully out of its hood when he was aroused enough, hard and erect and easy to tease. The feel of it in his mouth, against the flat of his tongue, wasn’t new, but it was something he relished for the intimacy nonetheless.
A gentle combination of kitten licks and suction, as well as two of his slim fingers working a gentle rhythm inside him over the course of a few minutes, brought Chongyun to a satisfactory point. Xingqiu caught the lost little whimper as he sucked a temporary goodbye before pulling away entirely.
“I think you’re ready.” Looking up at him with honey-amber eyes, Xingqiu waited for Chongyun’s confirmation before continuing. Fresh ice-blue eyes blinked back at him, and then nodded.
Xingqiu decided to let Chongyun handle the insertion on his own, a little nervous despite himself. Besides, Chongyun knew how to handle himself through his own impatience better than Xingqiu did.
As he watched him carefully put it in, Xingqiu wormed his way back into the middle of the bed. A prickle of excitement ran up his spine as gooseflesh rippled into being across his skin. Maybe he wanted this just as badly as Chongyun did, to feel something inside him thicker than fingers, to have Chongyun’s weight behind each thrust, pressed up against him as he fucked him hard and slow.
“I have to kind of hold it with my… uh, down there, but it feels secure enough.” Chongyun brought him back into the moment, Xingqiu’s attention zooming in on the breathless way he spoke, and the hungry look in his eye. Then he looked down.
It looked right. Smooth and pale blue, it looked nothing like a real cock would, too stiff, erect in a way flesh and blood wouldn’t be ─ but it was Chongyun’s, and the shape and posture fit him. Xingqiu was suddenly filled with the strange notion to put it in his mouth, to suck it like he had Chongyun’s clit a moment ago. It wouldn’t provide any kind of physical stimulation, he knew, but the thought of it alone was good.
“Chongyun… you─” Whatever breathless praise had been about to leave him was cut short as Chongyun abruptly flattened him to the bed. As Chongyun’s mouth found the crook of his neck, Xingqiu let out an unrestrained moan. This was clearly getting to him already, although the aggression was welcome and wanted. Xingqiu wanted to sing. For so long he’d been begging Chongyun to trust himself and let go with him like this, even just a little bit.
“Chongyun─” He moaned again as hands grasped at him feverishly, and Chongyun’s mouth kissed and sucked its way over his collarbones. On top of him, mouth still occupied, Chongyun moaned back in response and rutted his hips against him. The cool shaft of the dildo slid easily against his pussy, parting his labia with its weight as it went to tease at his clit. Barely anything had happened and Xingqiu already felt his grip on his sanity going slack.
Still wandering over Xingqiu’s chest, Chongyun’s mouth found a peaked nipple and clamped down on it greedily, a hand coming up to palm his small breast in tandem. They’d both been rather lucky in that department, as Xingqiu had very little to deal with, and Chongyun’s constitution had interfered with his unwanted development enough to mean he would never need to bind. As a result, neither of them had much dysphoria around intimate touches in that area. If anything, Xingqiu favoured it.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this turned on.” Eyes fluttering shut as gentle waves of pleasure washed over him, Xingqiu cupped the back of Chongyun’s head with a sigh. He could still feel the cool weight of his cock against his thigh, and he craved nothing more than to have it pressed up against him again, as nice as the oral attention was. “Chongyun, put it against me again, please.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice.
Although Xingqiu preferred to be submissive he often found himself leading their little engagements, and Chongyun, whilst dominant, was always quick to obey any instructions given to him.
“Even like this, I can feel it. Xingqiu…” Propping himself up on his hands, Chongyun looked down at Xingqiu with an expression bordering on wrecked already. “There’s this… resistance that tugs it inside and… If I think about how you feel against my fingers I can… I can imagine the rest and─” He shuddered, mouth snapping shut as he suppressed a moan to focus on rolling his hips against Xingqiu beneath him.
“Yun─” Hooking a leg over Chongyun’s hip, Xingqiu tried to make himself look as desperate and appealing as possible, which didn’t require much effort considering how genuinely desperate he felt. “I’m so wet for you, please… I want to feel you inside me, I want to know what you feel when you fuck me, I─”
A hand clamped tight over his mouth to cut him off, and then Chongyun did moan, loud and deep and ragged.
“A-Xing.” Ice blue eyes bored holes down into him, and Xingqiu had to restrain himself from squirming too hard under them. “Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure? Because I don’t… I don’t think I can stop once I start, not unless it’s a hard stop. I’m doing what I can to keep calm but it’s so…” He trailed off with a shudder, and between them the dildo twitched as he clenched down on it. If Chongyun had noticed, Xingqiu wasn’t sure, but the rush of associated euphoria that flooded him was intense.
Carefully, he pried Chongyun’s hand off his mouth.
“I’m sure, please, Chongyun please fuck me.” It was a very deliberate ploy as much as it was genuine, and Xingqiu watched in rapt adoration as Chongyun’s expression shifted and glazed into a whole new gear of intensity.
A few fumbling seconds later, Xingqiu found himself with one leg slung up over Chongyun’s shoulder whilst the other curled around his waist. He felt open like this, exposed in a way he could not control, and it thrilled him. Having Chongyun take complete charge of an encounter like this had been at the top of his most wanted list of fantasies for as long as they’d been having sex, if not longer, and to have it finally happen─
“Oh─” The press of Chongyun’s finger against his hole had been pleasant, a guiding line before the real event, but it was quickly eclipsed as the smooth head of the toy pushed its way inside him. Chongyun’s breathing was heavy and even, clearly fighting down his constitution as he watched the steady press of cock into pussy with rapt attention.
Xingqiu didn’t have to ask if he could feel it, that much was obvious from the way he moved, let alone the look on his face and the whine that came tumbling out of his mouth like smoke.
As Chongyun bottomed out with a grunt, Xingqiu squeezed him with his leg and moaned “You feel so good.”
His words had the desired effect almost immediately. He could feel Chongyun growing warmer, bare torso pressed up against the backs of his thighs, although just how worked up he was was clear to see by his flushed face alone. The first thrust was experimental, a mere roll of the hips to withdraw an inch or so before pressing back in. It felt warm and sweet, like sun warmed glass and honey. The second thrust was more.
“A-Xing,” Chongyun’s voice had dropped into something strained and rough, hoarse with the effort of self control. “You’re gripping me so tightly, I─ Fuck, fuck I can’t.. Are you okay? Is this okay?” Xingqiu was nodding vehemently before he’d even finished.
“Uh-huh, Chongyun please, keep─ Please. Just keep going, whatever you need, I can take it. I─ ah! I want it too.” With a gasp and a full body squirm, he added “I like it when you say fuck.”
Whether Chongyun heard that or not was up for debate, as his focus shrank down to a pinpoint intensity the moment he received affirmation that fucking Xingqiu properly was welcomed. His grip shifted from the slim swell of Xingqiu’s thighs to the elegant jutt of his hips, the tips of his fingers bleaching white with the pressure. Xingqiu barely had time to gasp before Chongyun began to fuck him in earnest.
When he’d thought about this moment, either alone or with Chongyun’s fingers buried as deep as they could go, he’d imagined Chongyun’s preferred pace as something slow and methodical, firm and controlled, just as he was with everything else. He could imagine himself coming undone like that, a gradual fall into a cushioned kind of pleasure, well cared for and dreamy eyed. The reality was a deeply indulgent shock.
His pure Yang spirit must have resonated with finally having something phallic under its control, and for once Chongyun had given into his urges. Xingqiu could have cried with happiness.
Every emptying pull was swiftly rewarded with a hard, claiming thrust back inside, again and again and again. It felt like heaven, like the rhythm he’d been born to move to, like connectedness and heat. Seeing as the house was empty, Xingqiu saw no reason to hold in his voice, especially when every moan and whimper seemed to spur Chongyun on.
Words fell away from them, lost to the pursuit of pure sensation, anchored only by clinging hands and sweat slicked skin.
“Chongyun─” Gasping, Xingqiu finally managed to find his tongue as the persistent pleasure reached a new and threatening peak. “Chongyun I’m close, I’m so close, I want to come on your cock, please, keep─ Ah!”
With a loud groan, Chongyun pulled out all at once. Xingqiu barely had time to process the sudden mournful emptiness between his legs before he was being flipped and manhandled into a new position. Face-down-ass-up was all he could register before he was full of cock again, Chongyun’s hands gripping him from a new and interesting angle as he railed him into the mattress. He’d never been fucked from behind before, always been on his back or sat in Chongyun’s lap with his legs spread wide. Being on his front felt new, submissive, and overwhelming.
“Ah- aahhhh, ah, hah, fuck, Ch-Chongyun, I, ah─!” Scrambling blindly at the bedsheets, Xingqiu held on for dear life as his orgasm hit him like a landslide. The combination of a new position, relentless stimulation, and a cocktail of thoughts and feelings were more than enough to push him over the edge. He peaked, his body going rigid as he shook through the blissful tension─ but it kept going, and going, never wavering to drop beneath that high as Chongyun’s pace increased. His voice broke free, louder than Xingqiu had ever heard him, finally caught up in the moment instead of lingering cautiously at the edge of it, right there with him as he fell and fell and fell.
“A-Xing… You feel so good. I can feel you gripping me, and if I think about how wet you feel around my fingers I can…” Chongyun sighed, his voice far-off and dazed. It sounded like he was speaking to him from some quiet inner place, built of pleasure and euphoria. Like this he was so different from Xingqiu’s beautifully awkward boyfriend, still Chongyun, but in a different form. The phrase ‘dom-space’ floated up through the thick pink pleasure still muffling his mind, no doubt from one of the numerous raunchy volumes stashed away under the bed he was currently being fucked through.
“A-Yun…” As his high finally started to calm again, he turned to look over his shoulder as best he could, eyes lidded and glazed. “Please… come for me.”
Chongyun always was good at following commands.
He seized, his whole body going taut as he locked eyes with Xingqiu, compliant under him like a doll, full of his newly acquired cock, fucked out and content. His mouth gaped around a shallow gasp as his hips twitched one last time. Chongyun came with the most beautiful sound Xingqiu had ever heard him make, and it only took a small feat of imagination to picture his release pooling deep inside him where it should have been.
For an incalculably long moment, Chongyun remained still above him, eyes closed as he worked to even out his breathing and bring himself back into balance. But the thought of Chongyun’s cum dripping out of him had lit another spark somewhere inside Xingqiu. The remnant pleasure of being fucked, the dildo still buried inside him, and his reeling thoughts gave him something of a head start as he wormed a hand beneath himself to rub at his clit.
Usually he liked to touch himself more precisely with a combination of dexterous flicks and tugs, but he was already so sensitive and limp that the broad spread of his fingers was more than enough. It didn’t take long to get close to another orgasm, his whole clit tingling under his rough and ready touch, but Chongyun had other ideas.
Pulling out gingerly, Chongyun pushed him over onto his side with a soft grunt of complaint. Xingqiu was far too jelly legged to stop him, and went over with a muffled whine before rolling himself onto his back to continue working himself to completion. Chongyun wasn’t on him immediately, and the reason why became apparent as he slipped back into view, still flushed, but missing his new blue cock.
“A-Xing.” Making a grab for his wrist, he knocked his hand aside with a frown. Xingqiu was about to protest at some length when Chongyun pushed himself between his legs and dropped to his elbows.
“Oh─” Chongyun’s tongue against his clit felt like a soft and gentle heaven in comparison to the raging torrent of before. It was rare that he went down on him, not out of any kind of prudishness, but a fear of overstimulation. Apparently he was finally beyond the point of caring. It did not take long for Xingqiu to come again, carried lovingly on Chongyun’s tongue and the pull of his mouth, and as he came all he could do was shake and sigh.
Now thoroughly overstimulated, Xingqiu made an effort to push Chongyun off, which worked on the third feeble attempt. As he came up to flop into position beside him, Xingqiu watched his tired boyfriend with something close to awe.
“How was it?” He asked “How did it feel, Chongyun?”
“Mrmph.” Came the eloquent reply.
Giggling, Xingqiu wriggled under the blankets to fight off the encroaching chill now that he wasn’t being quite so active. He’d have to gather feedback in the morning, no matter how much more awkward Chongyun was sure to be by then. No matter, he could work with that. It made him infinitely more fun to tease, regardless.
Tiredness began to eat at him before too long, a gnawing at the back of his mind that made his eyelids heavy and thoughts slow. As he watched Chongyun pass peacefully into the realm of sleep, he studied his face and thought. He felt satisfied and happy, not just for his own pleasure, but for the pleasure of having Chongyun love him in the way he wanted to love him.
After all, he mused as sleep took him, if Chongyun was happy, then so was he.