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For what it was worth, Paolo was content with his life. Well, why wouldn’t he be?
Settling down in the United Kingdom presented a set of struggles that he’d never encountered prior, but after living in England for a while, things became normal. So normal in fact, that he was presented with a couple standout reasons as to why he wasn’t going to go home, back to the Philippines. That had been his intention to begin with after all – spend a few years nursing here with his best friend Honey, and then go back to his family. Lola had spent many of her afternoons asking when he was going to come back. He’d laughed and said that it was just a matter of time. Back then, he didn’t entirely know what was in store for him.
Certainly, he hadn’t expected a particular tall, handsome nurse to come into his life. Not only that but to find himself dating said man? Unfathomable.
Back home, Paolo had danced from woman to woman. He’d spent most of his teenage years fooling around but he’d always been safe. When he found himself in the UK, he knew that his time was limited. His job didn’t allow for him to be spending hours flirting with local women and going to bars to pick them up. His shifts were long and exhausting, and most nights he simply face-planted his crappy old sofa when he got back anyway. In a way, it was welcome. Focusing on his career provided a distraction from relationships, and he found that he didn’t especially miss it anyway. Any unsavoury thoughts in the meantime were simply a daydream, a fantasy, pinned down onto one particular man.
Lan Bao entered Paolo’s life in a storm. His sights were set the moment he walked down a corridor only to overhear someone raising their voice to Dr. Lan, a man that Paolo often reported to. Dr. Lan was notoriously stoic and cool-headed. He had a reputation for being intimidating, so much so that even the toughest nurses had trouble standing up to him if they thought he was wrong. But here was this young man telling him what for and plucking the pen from his hand. One brief discussion with his co-workers later told Paolo exactly who this young man was. Lan Bao was Dr. Lan’s son.
Ah. That made sense. Who could stand up to Dr. Lan except his son, who also shared his devilishly handsome appearance? Apparently there was a shared sentiment about the young nurse – that he was very good-looking, albeit, rough and mean. His bedside manner left something to be desired. Paolo found himself enamoured regardless.
Everything had spiralled from there. He’d found excuses to walk into Lan Bao’s life, chattering away to him at every chance he found. He started saving him the humility of sitting with his father during some of his lunch breaks by sitting beside him instead. Lan Bao was more skittish than he expected, easily flustered, and actually rather awkward. Paolo could not resist the temptation to tease that cute face whenever he could.
A lot happened between then and now. Lan Bao had ended up switching departments after a series of horrific incidents and after a long build of trust, he had agreed to go on a date with him. One awkward coffee date turned into a second movie date, then a third and fourth followed. Soon enough, Paolo was spending all of his free time with Lan Bao. First and foremost, he stood as a pillar of support and good friend, the relationship stuff came second. It all led Paolo to have to make a difficult choice – did he go back to his family or did he stay here, in Whitewall, to continue his career and his relationship with Lan Bao? In the end, he’d chosen to stay.
So there were lots of things to be content with. His nursing career was blossoming, he had built a good life in Whitewall, and he had a very handsome, very endearing boyfriend. It was the first time he’d properly dated a man, never going beyond an odd sexual encounter or two in the past, but that fact didn’t seem to bother Lan Bao. Instead, it rose something much more interesting.
After spending the day together, Paolo had invited Lan Bao back to his flat. Almost as soon as Paolo closed the front door, he pulled Lan Bao into an embrace and leaned up to kiss him. Lan Bao easily melted into the kiss. He let himself be pushed gently against the wall by the front door, hands loosely resting at Paolo’s hips as he leaned down to meet his feverish kisses. Truly, Paolo would never tire of kissing him. He took and took, hunger ever consuming, and pulling lightly on Lan Bao’s lower lip with his teeth.
They parted for a breath, and Paolo’s gaze darted between Lan Bao’s eyes and lips. “Remind me to buy you some lip balm. What flavours do you like?”
“What?” Lan Bao said.
“Lip balm. For your lips. They’re a little chapped,” Paolo said. He reached up and tapped Lan Bao’s bottom lip with his index finger.
Lan Bao’s cheeks lit up like a Christmas light. “Is it… you can tell?”
“Yeah, when I kiss you,” Paolo replied. Sensing his boyfriend’s sudden insecurity, he grabbed hold of the collar of his jumper and pulled him down. He pressed a wet kiss to the corner of his lips and mumbled, “I would kiss you no matter what though, don’t you worry. I think strawberry would taste good on you.”
Lan Bao made a small grumbling noise but kissed back when Paolo drew him in for another hot kiss. Paolo’s hands greedily sought out more touch, moving down from Lan Bao’s collar to trail down his chest. He cupped and caressed every body part that he could touch. Eventually, his fingers reached where Lan Bao’s jumper was tucked into his jeans, his thumb tracing over the edge of his studded belt. He hooked both thumbs through Lan Bao’s belt loops and yanked his hips towards him until he was pressed flush against his own body, making Lan Bao groan into his mouth.
Paolo glanced down when he broke off the kiss. Having Lan Bao so close, breathing in his ear, was beginning to rile him up. He could feel his long fingers shake against his hips. Given everything that he’d been through, Paolo supposed he could understand why he was nervous. He pressed a kiss to Lan Bao’s jaw and moved his fingers around to play with his belt buckle.
“Can I?” he asked.
“…Yeah.” There was no mistaking the slight tremor in his voice.
Once again, Paolo pressed a reassuring kiss to his jaw. He deftly undid the buckle to Lan Bao’s belt and pulled it free, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. His hand slid beyond the waistband of his jeans and down. As he cupped him through his boxers, Paolo’s sharp intake of breath was somehow louder than Lan Bao’s.
“Oh,” Paolo said. “Just where were you hiding this thing?”
Before Lan Bao could properly reply, Paolo gave him a squeeze, making all words die in his throat. He let out a soft moan, head bowing and his knees buckling slightly. His hands moved from Paolo’s hips to rest on his shoulders, as if it would give him some semblance of balance. A smirk pulled on Paolo’s lips.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Lan Bao protested weakly.
“I think you know,” Paolo responded. He gave Lan Bao another squeeze. “Must weigh you down, carrying this whole weapon around.”
Lan Bao groaned again. He pushed lightly at Paolo’s shoulder and breathed, “shut up.”
Paolo laughed. He kept rubbing him over the thin article of clothing, marvelling internally. There had been jokes in the past, given Lan Bao’s rather large hands and feet, at least compared to his own, but actually feeling the size of him was something else entirely. He supposed it was true what they said about the tall, skinny men after all. Distantly, he wondered just how Lan Bao intended to use said concealed weapon. Paolo felt himself swallowing roughly at the thought that he might like to use it on him. That would take some serious preparation, perhaps left for a conversation another day.
For now, he slid his hand back up to dip under the last piece of clothing separating them. Paolo relished in the whimper that slipped out of Lan Bao when he did, when he finally laid his hands on that hot flesh. His cock was only half-hard at this point but it was steadily growing. Considering how he’d only lightly touched him, it was impressive.
“So sensitive,” he praised.
Another groan came out of Lan Bao. “I can’t—It’s just—No one’s ever…”
Paolo’s eyes lit up, mischievousness suddenly crawling through his veins. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Lan Bao’s cock and gently squeezed.
“Really?” he asked breathily. His spare hand reached up to cup the back of Lan Bao’s neck, pulling him in to let him lean his face against him. “No one’s ever done this to you before?”
“No,” came Lan Bao’s quiet murmur.
How could it be? Lan Bao was gorgeous, the wet dreams of many – and he knew that to be true simply from the way his co-workers used to talk about him. Granted, they were women, and Lan Bao showed very little interest in them. How could it be that Lan Bao had never encountered a fellow attractive man that he liked enough to be jerked off by?
That wasn’t to say that Paolo didn’t feel a little grateful that he got to be the one to take Lan Bao apart like this. If possible, he would steal as many firsts as Lan Bao would let him take. He would rewrite any bad memories he had, he would treasure—no, worship this body in front of him. He didn’t want Lan Bao to think of anything else, anyone else, when it came to these kinds of intimate acts.
Lan Bao’s fingers dug into Paolo’s shoulders, holding onto him tightly as Paolo’s hand worked. He fully hardened in a matter of seconds, moaning softly and whimpering as he did. Paolo didn’t let up, only increasing his pace and pressing his thumb against the tip with every few strokes.
“There we go,” he cooed. “So good, so good for me. You’re already dripping on me. Are you going to cum?”
Lan Bao let out a startled cry when he squeezed again. His knees buckled further and for a moment, he thought he was going to fall onto Paolo. His whole body felt like it was on fire, sweat building on his skin.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered. His fingernails threatened to tear through the fabric of Paolo’s shirt. “I don’t think I can—I don’t… I can’t… Oh fuck!”
Barely a minute from when Paolo had first wrapped his hand around him, Lan Bao came with a sob. He spilt hot into Paolo’s palm, splashing a little onto his own jumper and Paolo’s shirt. Almost immediately, his knees caved and he leaned back against the wall, sliding down into a heap.
“How messy,” Paolo said with an amused tone. He stepped over to the coffee table to grab a tissue to wipe the residue from his hand. When he looked back over at Lan Bao, he felt a prickle of concern.
Lan Bao remained sat on the floor, his knees raised towards his chest. His shoulders shook violently, his face buried his hands, head bowed. Was he…?
“Bao?” Paolo called out. He moved to sit down next to him, shuffling until his back hit the wall. There was a moment’s hesitation before he put a careful hand on top of Lan Bao’s.
“S-Sorry,” he stammered. He rubbed at his eyes.
Paolo shook his head. “Ah, no, don’t apologise. Was it something I did? I… sorry, if that’s the case. Are you okay? Do you need me to get you anything? Or even go away, that’s fine too—”
“No,” Lan Bao interjected. He sniffled and pulled his hands from his face. “It’s not… it’s not you. I, uh, I liked everything you did.”
“Well I know people have told me that I’m good with my hands but I can’t say I’ve ever made anyone cry…”
When a light laugh escaped Lan Bao, Paolo’s shoulders relaxed.
“’s just a little… uh… I don’t know. Overwhelming. I haven’t been able to, um, do that for a while. Not since…”
“Oh, right.” Paolo wrapped an arm around Lan Bao’s shoulders and pulled him close. Lan Bao rested his head on top of his. “At least you know your dick isn’t broken then.”
When Lan Bao laughed this time, he slapped Paolo’s knee. “Fuck off.”
The two of them remained that way for a little while. Just cuddling beside each other on the floor gradually eased off any arousal that Paolo had been afflicted by (admittedly, witnessing Lan Bao cry had not done anything to get rid of it, but that was something to unpack later). His heart felt warm knowing that Lan Bao had willingly shared some of that vulnerability with him. Given that he worked often in the maternity ward, it wasn’t like Paolo hadn’t encountered some sad cases of pregnant people who had been victims of horrible crime. He knew how to delicately handle it, how to still provide the best quality support. However, Lan Bao was not a patient, he wasn’t someone he would simply never see again after he provided some care. Not only that, he was someone he intended to keep navigating sexual situations with. With any hope, Lan Bao would continue to communicate his wants and needs.
“Sorry if I killed the mood a bit,” Lan Bao mumbled after a little while. He slowly peeled his head from Paolo’s and looked down at him. “Are you… do you want me to… uh…?”
“Nah, that’s okay,” Paolo said. He smiled at him and took his hand in his. “Another time, maybe?”
“Okay, yeah.”
Paolo was definitely content with the way things were going.
Another time would happen to be a week later. Paolo had suggested they have a couple drinks after a particularly stressful shift. He confessed to not being a huge drinker, but a couple of stiff ones would ease some of his tension on this particular occasion. Plus, it would be a nice way to spend some extra time together. Lan Bao had not commented on the drinking matter when he agreed.
As it would turn out, it did not take Lan Bao many drinks to feel the effects of the alcohol. Paolo laughed at him as he helped him into the uber back to his flat. The driver mercifully allowed them to roll down the back windows for some fresh air when Lan Bao started to feel a bit nauseous. Paolo thanked the man profusely as he helped his drunk partner out of the car and up the stairs to his flat.
“Why’s there so many stairs? You gotta live somewhere with so many?” Lan Bao mumbled as he dragged his feet up each step.
“You know how expensive a ground floor flat is in Whitewall?” Paolo replied.
There would be little reasoning with Lan Bao when he was sober, never mind in this intoxicated state.
“’s stupid,” he slurred. “Just get a better place. Get… more money. Idiot.”
“Mmm, tell that to your government.”
“I will! You think I couldn’t take the prime minister in a fight? I’ll show ‘em all, swear. They’ll be funnelling cash out of their assholes right into the NHS when I’m done with ‘em.”
“Uh-huh. You tell them.” Paolo reached for his keys and unlocked his front door.
Once they were inside, Paolo ended up helping Bao to unlace his boots and remove them, leaving them neatly by the door. He took him by the hand and started walking him to the bedroom at the end of the hall.
“Come on you big oaf,” he said. “You need some rest.”
Lan Bao made a grumbling noise that could be seen as acknowledgment. He followed Paolo along to the bedroom and then blinked owlishly when they stepped inside. “Oh. Bedroom. Paolo, you’re so forward.”
When Paolo turned around to face him, Lan Bao’s hands found themselves on his waist. He leaned down to press a clumsy kiss on Paolo’s lips, only serving to make him chuckle. It was so terribly aimed and unbearably wet that it would be embarrassing, if not for him being so cute. He put his hands on Lan Bao’s cheeks and put some distance between them, laughing as he did.
“You stink of booze,” he said between chuckles. He pat Lan Bao’s cheek. “You didn’t even drink that much, I can’t believe how drunk you are.”
“What? I’m not that drunk,” Lan Bao protested, letting out a huff. “’m fine. Just a little tipsy. But I’m fine, promise.”
Paolo gave him a lop-sided smile. “That’s what drunk people say.”
At that, Lan Bao whined again in protest. He leaned in to kiss Paolo again but Paolo managed to stop him this time. With his hands on his face, he slowed him down so that he could kiss him properly. Apparently that pleased Lan Bao. Paolo thought that if he were a cat, he might’ve even purred. He kissed him for a few moments longer before having to put a halt to things once more.
Lan Bao’s wandering hands had tried to make their way up Paolo’s shirt, so Paolo had to grab them.
“Naughty. Not now,” he scolded.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re drunk, stupid. You need sleep.”
It took some wrestling, but Paolo eventually managed to convince Lan Bao to go to bed. Not before offering to help him out some of his clothes first, of course. He’d seen Lan Bao in a few different states of undress before but that didn’t mean he didn’t still take pleasure in seeing those glimpses of his stomach when he pulled off his top layer, or the smooth expanse of his milky thighs when he peeled off his skinny jeans. There was something delightfully sinful about watching him pull the hair tie from his hair and letting it run free over his shoulders. It would turn out that he appeared to almost immediately fall asleep after his head hit the pillow.
Paolo smiled fondly at Lan Bao’s sleeping form. He brushed a small bit of hair out of his face and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead. No doubt he would be feeling some of the effects of that alcohol in the morning. He crept out of the room to grab him a glass of water and some paracetamol to take when he woke. When he returned, he stripped down and removed his glasses, then crawled under the covers beside him.
“Paolo,” Lan Bao mumbled.
Paolo peeked with one eye. “Mm? You’re not asleep?”
“Tired but… wanted you to come back first.” Lan Bao rolled onto his side, facing Paolo. He slung an arm around him and pulled him close so that they could cuddle. One rested around Paolo’s waist, the other somewhere behind the pillows.
Paolo’s cheeks warmed. “You’re so cute, it’s going to kill me.”
Lan Bao grunted. He shifted around a bit and then closed his eyes. Paolo watched him for a moment before getting comfortable himself. It was nice to have this kind of intimacy – Paolo truthfully couldn’t remember the last time that he’d slept in the same bed as someone else before Lan Bao. He hadn’t since he’d come to the UK. Those thoughts were enough to help him drift off.
Only to be woken again.
“Paoloooo…” Lan Bao whined.
Paolo grumbled. “What now?”
“My arm’s dead.”
“So move it?”
“You’re on it.”
Rolling his eyes, Paolo moved his head so that Lan Bao could remove the arm that was tucked somewhere behind the pillows. He kept it lifted in the air for a few seconds, seemingly confused as to what to do with his ill-placed limb. Paolo was abruptly reminded of the negatives to sleeping in the same bed as someone else, especially a drunk person.
“Roll over. We can still cuddle, let me,” Paolo suggested.
Lan Bao mulled this over for a moment. “No.”
“No?”
“You… small. I’m big.”
Paolo snorted with laughter. “You haven’t seen me yet.”
“What?”
“It was a—never mind. Just roll over, stupid. Don’t get all traditional on me. I can be big spoon just as good.”
That was enough to kill all of Lan Bao’s protests. He gave Paolo one last look before he rolled over, facing away from him now. Paolo happily attached himself to him, wrapping his arms around him and pressing his chest to his back. When Lan Bao’s hands came up to hold his as they sat on his stomach, he felt strangely at peace. Luckily, that was enough for both of them to fall asleep.
Come morning, Paolo woke with an achy arm and a heat in his abdomen. No, actually, the warmth was coming from somewhere much lower. With a grunt, he rolled his hips forwards. There was another heat, something solid underneath him. He bucked his hips once more before blearily coming to. It was then that he realised that the solid mass he’d been grinding against was a person.
Somehow, during the night, Paolo had moved from simply spooning Lan Bao to half climbing on top of him, hooking a leg over Lan Bao’s body, lining his lower half with his hip and upper thigh.
“Oh shit,” he mumbled.
“Good morning to you too, Paolo senior,” came Lan Bao’s sleepy voice.
“…Paolo senior? I’m not that much older than you, you know—Oh.” Realisation dawned on him. What he’d been haphazardly rutting against Lan Bao’s hip had been his erection. He thought he’d almost grown out of the phases of morning wood but apparently Lan Bao did something to him. With a groan, he quickly rolled away. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry.”
Lan Bao turned over to face him. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Huh?”
“…It’s not like I minded,” Lan Bao said. A blush blossomed on his cheeks. “Isn’t about time we made good on that another time anyway? I’ve got some willing hands.”
Paolo rubbed his eyes and then reached for his glasses on the nightstand. He sat up slightly and put them on so that he could better look at Lan Bao. If he was going to take him up on his offer, he wanted to be able to see it.
“I’m surprised you’re not more hungover,” he said.
“I woke up a little while ago. Had the water and painkillers. Slept a bit more. My head hurts a little but it’s fine,” Lan Bao replied. He propped himself up with an elbow. “…You didn’t answer.”
“If you think I’m going to say no to you offering to put any of your body parts anywhere near my dick, you’re insane.”
Lan Bao huffed but sat himself up. He leaned over for a kiss but it was short-lived, mumbling only a “morning breath.”
“You’re no sugar sweet princess either,” Paolo replied.
“Shut up.”
“I will when you put those hands to work.”
This time, Lan Bao rolled his eyes. He shuffled up against Paolo’s side and skimmed his hand down his stomach before reaching his boxers. Just like Paolo had done to him a week prior, he reached down under the waistband and tugged him out. Then a pause.
“If you’re under the impression that staring is somehow flattering, you’re wrong,” Paolo said. “We can’t all be the size of a horse you know.”
“It’s not that!” Lan Bao exclaimed.
“Then what?”
“Nothing! I’ve just not… I mean. I don’t know. It’s fine.”
“Just fine?”
“…It’s perfect?”
A beat of silence. It was a good thing that Paolo wasn’t drinking anything, else he’d have spit it out immediately upon hearing that. He stifled a laugh and slapped a hand over his mouth. This was going to break him, it really was. How was one supposed to react to a comment like that?!
“Is… Is that how you normally talk about men’s dicks?” Paolo asked, his voice slowly raising in pitch with the holding in of his laughter.
“Wh- Fuck you! What the fuck am I supposed to say?!” Lan Bao’s blush covered his entire face. “Stop making this weird!”
Paolo couldn’t hold the laughter any longer. “Aren’t you the one staring at my dick?”
The laughter was short-lived. Perhaps it was not entirely appropriate to the tease the hand who quite literally, held your dick in his hand. Lan Bao squeezed his cock in his palm and not in the sexy kind of way. Paolo’s leg kicked out in response.
“Ow, ow, ow!” he yelped. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry- Bao, please, Bao, stop…!”
He was lucky to be granted mercy. Lan Bao loosened his grip but continued to glare at him with a reddened face. Paolo let out a sigh of relief, knowing that his dick would live to see another day. He glanced down, noticing that his erection had not flagged for even a second throughout it all. Was he some kind of secret masochist? How would he not know that about himself by now?
“Are you going to shut up and let me do this?” Lan Bao asked.
“I’ll behave,” Paolo answered.
Lan Bao gave a thoughtful hum. A finger ran up the side of his cock before he wrapped his full hand around the girth of it. He started a leisurely pace, making Paolo let out a soft moan. There wasn’t much technique to it, in fact, it was rather sloppy. The only experience he must have is on himself, Paolo thought, which was a mental image that he would save for later.
Even so, Paolo kept mumbling words of encouragement. His gaze flickered between Lan Bao’s long fingers wrapped around him and the concentrated look on his face. His eyebrows were knitted together, his expression one of focus. It was adorable that he was trying so hard. Paolo’s breath got heavier as he continued. He reached up to pull Lan Bao’s face closer, kissing the corner of his lips and breathing a moan in his ear.
“I’m so close,” he whispered. “Oh God, I’m going to…”
Moments later, Paolo climaxed with a long moan. The high raced through his body, giving him a familiar fuzzy feeling. Finishing at the hands of another person was so different to doing it yourself – he’d missed it. He took a few deep breaths before reaching for the tissues on the nightstand. He pulled one out the box and cleaned the mess he’d made off Lan Bao’s hands.
“Do you keep tissues everywhere?” Lan Bao questioned.
“Mostly. You never know when they’re gonna come in handy,” Paolo said. He glanced up at him as he finished wiping. “Can you really blame me for having them in the bedroom though?”
“Suppose not.”
Paolo hummed as he tossed the dirty tissue to one side. He watched as Lan Bao shuffled where he sat, then dropped his eyes down to his own situation going on. He smirked a little. “Did jerking me off turn you on?”
“Uh.” Lan Bao followed Paolo’s gaze down and then shuffled again. He adjusted himself slightly in his boxers. “Why have you gotta say it like that?”
“I get the feeling that you like it when I talk like this.”
After tucking himself back into his own underwear, Paolo turned to face Lan Bao. He coaxed him to lay down and kicked the covers to one side. Lan Bao made no movement to stop him, in fact, he spread his legs a little wider of his own volition after Paolo had sat himself between them.
That bashful look on his face… it made Paolo want to eat him alive.
“You mind if I take them off?” Paolo asked. He pulled back the waistband of Lan Bao’s boxers and then let them snap back against his skin.
“Do it,” came Lan Bao’s reply.
Paolo tugged the garment down Lan Bao’s hips and then off the ends of his feet. Doing so had him raising his legs in the air to remove them. Eagerly, Paolo drank in the sight, particularly as Lan Bao’s legs fell naturally back open for him, his cock hard against his stomach.
There was no way he could help it. Paolo grabbed a handful of Lan Bao’s ass under the pretence of shuffling him slightly. Before he could linger too long, Lan Bao swatted at his hand.
“Don’t be a pervert,” he mumbled.
That was rich, given the situation.
“Sorry, sorry. You’re just so hot, it makes me want to put my hands all over you,” Paolo confessed. His hands moved to squeeze at Lan Bao’s thighs instead. He lifted one of his legs to press a kiss to the side of his knee. “If no one had given you a hand-job before me, does that mean no one has ever given you head either?”
“Wh- Obviously not?” Lan Bao sputtered, looking visibly embarrassed.
Paolo gave a thoughtful hum. “Great. Then I can be your first.”
The angle wasn’t the best but Paolo leaned down anyway, licking one long stripe up the length of Lan Bao’s cock. Lan Bao’s hips immediately canted, a gasp escaping him as he chased the trickle of pleasure. That kind of reaction was priceless to Paolo.
Truthfully, Paolo had only ever tried sucking dick once in his life, and it was a pretty short-lived and pitiful experience. That being said, he’d had his own dick sucked many times, so how hard could it be to imitate what he knew he liked on himself? Lan Bao was a fair bit bigger than him but that would hopefully make little difference, except for the fact that there was absolutely no way that he would be able to deep throat that thing. Not anytime soon anyway. He took the head into his mouth with ease, at least.
“Paolo…!” Lan Bao cried. His fingers latched themselves in Paolo’s hair and pulled, encouraging him to take a bit more.
To make sure he knew that it was okay, Paolo shot Lan Bao an approving look. He held the base of Lan Bao’s cock with his hand before slowly easing even more of it into his mouth. The noises Lan Bao made were music to his ears.
But it would turn out that he needn’t have worried about how much he could take. Only moments later, a hot liquid hit the roof of his mouth, and Lan Bao let out a pitiful cry.
That was fast. Must’ve been a record, actually.
Paolo grimaced slightly as he pulled away from Lan Bao’s cock. He swallowed, despite the bitter taste, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. By the time he’d settled down, he looked up to see Lan Bao with his hands on his face again. Oh no. Was he crying again?
“You know, if you’re going to cry every time you cum…” he said.
“I’m not crying,” Lan Bao replied, slightly shaky. Paolo was unconvinced until he saw him pull his hands down his face, revealing his eyes. They weren’t red or showed any signs of tearing up. However, the rest of his face was a delightful shade of red.
So, he wasn’t crying. He was just embarrassed.
“I see that now,” Paolo said, smiling. He grabbed Lan Bao’s hands and pulled them completely from his face. He scooted up his body so that he could pin Lan Bao’s hands either side of his head and look down at him fully.
Lan Bao couldn’t meet his gaze. He looked everywhere except for him – how cute.
“Why are you—don’t look at me like that,” he protested. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I mean, so quickly, you know that no one’s ever done that to me before! How was I supposed to know? I would’ve warned you but it just, it all happened too fast.”
“You really are the cutest, you know? I’m going to die Bao bun, you’re going to kill me,” Paolo said.
Lan Bao yanked his hands out of Paolo’s grip. He pushed him hard enough that Paolo fell back against the sheets with a laugh. How was it possible for his face to get even redder?
“You’re going to die because I’ll smother you with this pillow,” he said, grabbing one of the pillows and launching it at Paolo’s face. It did nothing but slightly muffle the laughter once it made contact.
What a wonderful morning indeed.
After that morning, Paolo couldn’t keep his hands off Lan Bao. Their sex life was only just beginning to blossom. Every time he got the chance to grab at him, he did, especially if he got to use his mouth. He was half-determined to suck the very soul out of Lan Bao. After all, he needed all the practice he could get – he had lots of experience in other kinds of sex acts, but his more limited experience with men mean that his blowjob skills weren’t as well nurtured. Paolo liked to be good at things and this was no exception. Given that Lan Bao couldn’t last all that long whenever he did put his mouth on him, it gave him plenty of excuse to try over and over again. As for his own means of getting off, he was content with Lan Bao using his hands on him, or they would occasionally grind against each other.
One night, Lan Bao had invited Paolo over to his place. Lan Mao, Lan Bao’s twin brother, had gone away for a few days with his girlfriend, leaving the place to Lan Bao. After a day of insistent touching, Paolo was grateful when Lan Bao took him into his bedroom. Finally, they were all alone in a private space.
Lan Bao rested on his back against the bed, already stripped down to a tee and his black boxer briefs. Paolo leaned half over the top of him, eagerly making out with him as his hands ran up and down his chest. Lan Bao’s own hands alternated between sliding along Paolo’s arms and the side of his face. As soon as Paolo’s hand reached down far enough to cup him through his underwear, Lan Bao keened. The fact that even a bit of making out turned him on so much was extremely endearing. He knew it must be true what he’d said, that there hadn’t truly been anyone before him.
“What do you want me to do to you tonight?” Paolo mumbled. He kissed him once more. “My hands? My mouth?”
Either would make him happy.
“Actually…” Lan Bao said. Paolo pulled back slightly to look at him inquisitively. “I read something online, um, that I thought we could maybe try?”
Paolo’s eyes brightened. Lan Bao wanted to experiment? He’d been reading naughty things online to find ways to enhance their sex life? Blood rushed south. He’d not wanted to push Lan Bao in any way, he knew that they would have to ease into things, and if penetrative sex was never on the cards, that was okay too. As long he got to give and receive orgasms, everything was fine.
“Sure. What is it?” he asked.
“People use their thighs. You know, to like, squeeze and… stuff,” Lan Bao said. His face was already a little pink.
Paolo licked his lips a little subconsciously. “You want me to fuck your thighs?”
That made Lan Bao make a small noise in the back of his throat. “If-If you want to?”
“Oh, I want to.” That was the understatement of the year.
Lan Bao nodded. He squirmed away from Paolo to reach over for his nightstand. He rummaged through it for a moment before retrieving a bottle. Paolo’s mind raced as he saw it – lube. The bottle wasn’t completely full, either. Lan Bao pushed it into his hands and ignored his fumbling in favour of wiggling his boxer briefs down his hips and onto the floor.
“I’m not sure what’s the best way. I saw people talk about standing, on the front, on the back,” he mused meanwhile.
Paolo put the lube down for just a moment so that he could pull his shirt over his head. He made quick work of his underwear too, leaving him naked.
“Stay on your back,” he suggested. “You’re a lot taller than me so doing it in other ways means I won’t get to see as much of you. If you want to do it again after this then we can think about that then.”
“You’re such a pervert,” Lan Bao said. Despite his words, he settled back against the pillows on his back, his fingers curling into the hem of tee.
Paolo huffed a laugh. “Can you blame me?”
He grabbed the lube bottle again and then moved to sit between Lan Bao’s thighs. Truly, he was such a lucky man to be witnessing this. He squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers and rubbed them together to warm it, before giving Lan Bao’s cock a little stroke too. This way would give them a good angle to rub up against each other. He lubed his own cock up as well.
“Raise your knees,” Paolo said.
Lan Bao obeyed the command and did so. Paolo squeezed out some of the lube onto his inner thigh, making him twitch and hiss a little. “Cold.”
“It’ll warm up.”
Paolo rubbed the lube lightly into both thighs. He watched the way it dribbled down his skin, making it glisten. How erotic. Just observing his slicked thighs was enough to bring Paolo to full hardness, especially as the lube trickled down the curve of his ass. He took a shaky breath and manoeuvred Lan Bao to rest on his lower thigh, legs pulled together with his calves hooked on one of his shoulders, his knees slightly bent. Like this, he made a sensual sight. Paolo could see everything, the gentle curve of his perineum and a peek of the little hole tucked between his cheeks. Lan Bao had such trust in him, for a lesser man would not have been able to resist the urge to touch, to hook in a couple fingers and pull him apart, then sink their cock right inside.
Shaking the thought away, he took hold of his cock and positioned it in the small gap between his thighs and pushed. Both men let out a sigh.
“That’s good,” Paolo said. “Just squeeze for me now.”
“Okay,” Lan Bao breathed.
When he squeezed, Paolo moaned. The friction was delicious, tight and hot around his cock. He pushed further until his cock rubbed up against Lan Bao’s. Both of them let out a stuttered moan. It would be easy to get addicted to this feeling.
Paolo kept a firm grip on Lan Bao’s hip, the other holding tightly onto his legs, helping him to keep them squeezed together. Lan Bao clutched at his arm with one hand, the other fisting the sheets under him and he leaned his head back and whined. If this was what he looked like during this, Paolo could only imagine how beautiful he’d be actually getting fucked. Just the thought had precum spilling out.
“You’re so beautiful, fuck,” Paolo said. He kept chasing the sensations, fucking a little faster. “So good, you feel amazing. I could do this, ah, all day.”
Lan Bao let out another whine. He tilted his head to one side, flustered, and moved the hand that was fisting the sheets to lightly cover his face. He whispered, “you’re so filthy, shut up.”
“Don't you like hearing how good you make me feel?” Paolo continued. He squeezed his hip. “How you’re clenching around me so tightly? So hot, so wet.”
Another pitiful noise came out. Paolo felt encouraged by this. His hand slid up from Lan Bao’s hip to push up his tee a little more, just enough to expose his stomach. He caressed the skin there before thumbing at the tip of Lan Bao’s weeping cock. All it took was a few direct strokes and Lan Bao’s thighs were squeezing ever tighter around him. His body shook, back arching off the bed as he came.
Paolo had felt every last tremor. With a groan, his thrusts became shorter but quicker, starting to chase his own ends.
“Just a little more, I’m close. Keep squeezing for me,” Paolo said.
“I… Ah, no, wait, sensitive… too much, too much,” Lan Bao suddenly cried. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes.
There was no way he could stop. The protests had been weak and Paolo was right on the edge. He continued his merciless assault, Lan Bao’s whimpers only driving him closer to the edge. His thighs quaked around him. Paolo reached down and grabbed both his and Lan Bao’s cock in his hand, using the tight sheath to help him finish.
“I can’t, I can’t,” Lan Bao gasped.
“You can,” Paolo replied in a husky voice.
A whole body tremor wracked through Lan Bao again, a stuttering moan slipping out as he did. A pitiful amount of fluid seeped out onto his stomach.
That was enough for Paolo. Only a short moment later, he came as well with a long groan. He spilt hot all over the insides of Lan Bao’s thighs, mixing in the with the messy of lube that was already splattered there. When he caught his breath, he slowly pulled his softening cock out from the gap and lowered Lan Bao’s legs. They naturally splayed open, and Lan Bao covered his eyes with both arms, trying to catch his breath as well.
There was no denying that he looked like a well-fucked mess. Paolo reached for the tissues on the nightstand (apparently his advice did not go unheard) and pulled out a few to start wiping up the mess on Lan Bao’s stomach and between his thighs. Before he could wipe up his own spend, he took a moment to drink in the sight. Lan Bao with his cum all over his thighs was definitely an image to be savoured.
Once most of the mess had been wiped away, Paolo scooted up to peel Lan Bao’s hands from his face. He leaned in to give him a soft kiss.
“You okay?” he asked. Lan Bao nodded. “You sure? You said that it was too much and I…”
“I didn’t actually want you to stop,” Lan Bao blurted out. His face turned a fierce red again. “Ugh, why do you always make me say things like that? I hate you so much.”
Paolo smiled with amusement. “I think we’re going to start needing some kind of safe word.”
“Safe word?”
“Mm. Yeah, you know, like something you can say if you actually want me to stop something I’m doing. That way you can say no, stop, or wait as much as you want and you’ll spare yourself some dignity.”
Lan Bao picked up a pillow and shoved it in Paolo’s face with a huff. “You made me this stupid way.”
“Happily so,” Paolo said with a laugh. He pulled the pillow away. “So what will it be? It’s gotta be something that you wouldn’t say normally during sex.”
A mumble.
“What?”
Another mumble.
“Bao, speak up or I can’t hear you.”
“I said, it… it will be Mr. Hippo!”
A pause.
“Okay, there’s a story here,” Paolo said with a light laugh. “Who is this Mr. Hippo? Should I be jealous?”
“Wait here,” Lan Bao said, rolling his eyes.
Paolo watched Lan Bao shuffle to the edge of the bed and get up. He picked up his boxers and slipped them back on before walking towards the wardrobe. In the meantime, Paolo enjoyed watching him bend over to shuffle around, noting that there was still a slight gleam to the exposed parts of his thighs. When he turned around, he held a medium sized fluffy purple hippo plushie. Its fur was slightly matted, clearly aged.
Lan Bao carried the hippo plush back to the bed and sat with him in his lap, facing Paolo. With flushed cheeks, he grabbed one of the limbs of the toy and made it wave at him.
“I’ve had him since I was two,” Lan Bao said softly. He looked down at the plush with fondness. “It was a birthday present. Me and Mao both got one, his was an elephant. We were given the choice and I picked the hippo… so his name is Mr. Hippo.”
Paolo’s heart fluttered. He knew a lot of people who kept childhood toys but seeing Lan Bao with that cute expression on his face and holding the plushie was sending him into overdrive. With a grin, he crawled toward Lan Bao and reached out to grab one of Mr. Hippo’s limbs. He shook it and bowed his head.
“It’s good to meet you, Mr. Hippo,” he said.
“I’m not a child,” Lan Bao replied, even though he was smiling.
“Still! Such a big part of your life, I believe an introduction was necessary.” Paolo chuckled. “Are you sure you want to use him as a safeword? Shouldn’t I be a little jealous of how close you two are?”
Lan Bao looked scandalised. He jerked Mr. Hippo far from Paolo’s hands and covered its ears.
“Don’t say things like that, you incorrigible pervert!” he exclaimed. “Mr. Hippo will never be in any way involved, in fact,” he gave Paolo a pointed look up and down, “this shall certainly be the last time your dick is ever even in this close of proximity to him. You better leave him alone.”
Right. He was still very much naked.
“You have my apologies, Mr. Hippo, I will be more decent next time,” he teased.
“You better be,” Lan Bao replied.
And so such things had been decided.
Things progressed gradually. After a while, Lan Bao had started to take note of Paolo’s obsession with grabbing at his ass. It had started with the way he taken hold of it while he was going down on him, fingers daring to dip between his cheeks. Then Paolo had fucked his thighs again, this time with him on his stomach. Lan Bao had buried his face in the pillow, whimpering, and unable to fight the embarrassment that crept up his spine every time Paolo spread him apart.
“Don’t stare at it,” he’d had to scold him. “Don’t you have any shame?”
“Sorry,” Paolo had replied.
Paolo couldn’t help it. Every time he got to fuck his thighs, it drove him a little closer to the edges of his self-restraint. He just knew that he’d feel so good, that he would make the cutest noises when he squirmed on his cock. They were sinful thoughts, ones that kept Paolo awake at night. He knew he should feel bad about it, that he should preserve some of Lan Bao’s integrity, but he was just so… arousing.
He would never do anything Lan Bao didn’t want, and they had a safeword in case things really did get dicey. All he wanted was to make him happy.
The next time he took Lan Bao into his mouth (he was very proud of how long Lan Bao was able to last these days), some unexpected words came out of him. He’d been grabbing handfuls of his ass, squeezing and toying.
“I…cleaned,” Lan Bao stammered.
Paolo pulled off him to look up at him. “Huh?”
Lan Bao’s face burned with the fury of a thousand suns. It never got old. He looked away. “I said, I cleaned. Down… you know.”
“Oh?”
“Well you clearly have an obsession!” He swallowed roughly. “So, if you want to, uh… touch… a little bit. It’s okay.”
Paolo didn’t waste any time. He grabbed Lan Bao’s hips and yanked him up, ignoring the squawks of dissent. Clearly, he hadn’t been expecting this level of excitement. Paolo did not hesitate in bending Lan Bao in half and spreading his legs. He let him hook them over his shoulders before he pressed one last kiss to the base of his cock. It was time to get to work.
With one thumb hooked inside, Paolo pulled him apart and pressed a wet kiss on his rim. Lan Bao made an indignant noise, digging his heels into Paolo’s shoulder blades.
He would feast like his life depended on it.
And progressively, Paolo got more and more daring. It didn’t end at that one time. This was worth everything, he would forgive all of Lan Bao’s poor performances prior when it came to giving him head (too much teeth, very sensitive gag reflex, very messy and too much spit), now that he had this.
Any opportunity he got, Paolo would eat. Sometimes he would press in the pad of his thumb, just to pull him apart a little. Luckily, Lan Bao was informative when it came to what he wouldn’t let him do at that given moment.
It started with “just your thumb,” and then it was “only one finger,” then “only two”. Paolo almost came in his boxers the first time he managed to make Lan Bao cum with just a couple fingers in his ass. He’d sobbed, writhed, and trembled, clinging onto Paolo the whole time.
Paolo had decided that he knew what heaven was like. It was the day that he’d been fucking his thighs from behind, a couple fingers pressed inside him, that he’d mumbled that he could try the tip.
“Just the tip,” he’d said, a whine in his voice. “Don’t… don’t push all the way in, okay? Fuck.”
Paolo had stilled the moment he did, the hot breach enveloping the nerves at the end of his cock. Apparently it was a long enough pause that Lan Bao was concerned, causing him to look over his shoulder and ask him if everything was okay.
“Yeah,” he told him. “Just… trying not to cum.”
Then, the magic words.
“Oh,” Lan Bao had whispered. “You… you can finish… um… on it, if you want.”
Lan Bao was by no means the sort of man who would talk dirty, nor was he any good at it. But he didn’t need to be, in Paolo’s opinion, for this was better than anything he could say.
Now that he had been given permission, Paolo eagerly pursued. He fucked in the tip of his cock in small increments before pulling out and rubbing up against that stretched hole. Lan Bao whined under him, his own hand reaching down under to jerk himself off. For once, Paolo came first, spilling all over Lan Bao’s twitching hole and over his cheeks. He mercifully reached around to help him get off after that, only seconds later.
That was the beginning of the end.
Lan Bao spent Paolo’s birthday with him that year, joined him on the video call to his family, and shared a nice day under the summer sun. As they were getting ready to go to bed, they went about their usual routine of making out on the bed. This had been his best birthday in many years, by far.
“Paolo,” Lan Bao had whispered against his lips.
“Mmm?”
“I have one last present for you.” A pause. “But don’t make fun of me.”
“You know I can’t promise that. What is it?”
Lan Bao didn’t say anything else. He pulled back and shuffled around until he was straddling Paolo’s leg. There was a slight hesitation before his next movement. He pulled his tee over his head and threw it to the floor. Then he reached for his boxers and removed those too. Paolo’s eyes roved all over his body. In the past, Lan Bao had stubbornly held onto an article of clothing while doing anything sexual. He knew this was an act of vulnerability.
“Well, happy birthday to me indeed,” he mused. He took hold of Lan Bao’s hip and leaned up for a kiss.
For a moment, Lan Bao indulged him, kissing back. Then he pushed him back lightly.
“That’s not the gift,” he said. Nervously, he took Paolo’s hands and moved them so that he could grab at his ass. “I’m ready for… if you want to. To uh, to… put it… in.”
Paolo’s breath hitched. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Not just because it’s my birthday?”
“I’ve thought about it for a little while, it’s just… now seemed like a good time.”
“You want me to fuck you.”
“Ugh, don’t be gross about it.”
Paolo grinned and squeezed his ass roughly. “You do. Won’t you say it for me? For the birthday boy? Tell me that you want me to fuck you.”
“Keep acting like that and you won’t get to!”
Lan Bao pouted at him when Paolo laughed. Paolo happily pushed him down on the sheets and kissed all over his face, ignoring every protest. He kissed his way down his jaw and neck.
In fact, Paolo spent most of the night lathering kisses in every place he could get to. He brought Lan Bao to climax once with his hand before he even attempted to start fingering him. It took Lan Bao kicking him off him to get him to stop.
“Enough of that,” he said. He reached for the pocket of his jeans that had been discarded on the floor a while back and pulled out a condom. He launched it at Paolo.
Paolo picked up with an amused huff and looked at it. Average sized. Well, at least he had no delusions about anything. This was definitely intended for him. He ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on.
“Thank you for trusting me,” he said. He grabbed Lan Bao’s hand and brought it up to his lips so that he could kiss his knuckles.
Lan Bao made a small noise in acknowledgement. He wrapped his legs around Paolo’s hips and kicked him lightly to encourage him forwards. With the hand that wasn’t holding onto Lan Bao’s, Paolo positioned himself against the loosened hole and pushed inside.
Just as he’d predicted, Lan Bao sobbed, writhed, and trembled on his cock. He kept squeezing his hand, and Paolo found himself strangely endeared. It was all of his wet dreams come true and while his dick certainly appreciated everything that was going on, there was something deeper going on. He’d never felt closer to Lan Bao, more intimate, more connected to his very soul. He trusted him to be this vulnerable, he felt safe. And he moaned so prettily.
Paolo finished quicker than normal. It would’ve been embarrassing had he not found Lan Bao close behind, climaxing for a second time that night. Paolo leaned his head on Lan Bao’s sweaty chest, the two taking a moment's silence to calm down from the high. Their hands were still tightly joined.
“I can’t imagine anyone else being as good as you,” Paolo mumbled.
“Is that you or your dick talking?” came Lan Bao’s grumbly reply.
Paolo’s chuckle rumbled against Lan Bao’s body. “Both.”
After a little while longer, Paolo pulled out and rolled off the condom, tying it up and throwing it out. He returned to the bed as soon as possible, climbing under the covers and cuddling up to Lan Bao. This had been a perfect end to his day.
“Happy birthday,” Lan Bao said.
“Thank you,” Paolo replied. He kissed his cheek. “I think I could get addicted to this, you know. Did you enjoy yourself? Can we do it again sometime?”
Lan Bao shot him a look. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Hmm, I don’t know…”
“If you don’t do it again, I’ll sever your balls from your body.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment!”
They easily relaxed into each other for the night, falling asleep in each other’s arms.
The next day was not as easy as either had hoped. Upon feeling the ache in his hips and lower back, Lan Bao had felt a bit nauseous. Paolo had fed him some antiacids and coaxed him to spend the morning on the sofa with him, just cuddling and watching some TV.
“It’s been such a long time now, I didn’t think it would be… like this,” Lan Bao said.
“Don’t beat yourself up about it,” Paolo replied. “These things take time, right? If you want to go back on what you said last night that’s fine too.”
Lan Bao shook his head. “Don’t be ridiculous. I just need to… replace it all. With good stuff. Like this.”
“I, Paolo, hereby vow to fill your life with as much good stuff as I am capable of.”
Lan Bao pushed his cheek and snickered. “Idiot.”
“Your idiot,” Paolo corrected.
“Hmm, I suppose you’re right,” Lan Bao said, pulling him in for a kiss.
Their life was only just beginning after all.