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If he was asked how he’d gotten this far, Shen Yuan wouldn’t know what to say.. It feels like one moment, everything was normal, and the next it was… like this.
He’s staring at his phone late at night, the light from his screen making his eyes hurt. He’d already taken his glasses off and put them on the nightstand, but now he has to debate putting them back on. Without them, he can’t truly discern how he should critique what he’s looking at.
Luo Binghe is one of Shen Yuan’s very good friends. Maybe, with hesitance, he’d call Luo Binghe his best friend, even if he’s sure Luo Binghe is far too popular to say the same thing in reverse. And, as Luo Binghe’s friend, Shen Yuan has vowed that he would spare no expenses in helping him. He is, after all, one of the best people that Shen Yuan knows!
Courteous, thoughtful, well-mannered. These are all traits that make Luo Binghe, in Shen Yuan’s eyes, pretty damn perfect. It’s to be expected of course that his physical traits match this, his face proportioned perfectly, his curly hair elegant and shiny, his body muscular in a way that implies he probably spends a lot of time taking care of himself.
Shen Yuan couldn’t hope to compare himself to that. He’s just some random nerd that patrols the internet. He is the direct antithesis to everything that Luo Binghe is! He’s frail and skinny, he’s catty and jaded at best, he spends all of his free time reading trashy novels online when he could be going out and breathing fresh-ish air or letting the sun hit his face, his face is… well, it’s not bad, in Shen Yuan’s opinion, but the everything else kind of defeats that point.
That point being that Luo Binghe is perfect, and Shen Yuan is not, so he lives every day of his life confused that Luo Binghe hasn’t just dropped him. Even worse, Luo Binghe actively interacts with him, going out of his way to message Shen Yuan, to send him pictures of things he sees outside.
More recently, he’s even started sending Shen Yuan his body check selfies that he takes at the gym! Shen Yuan had cried out in his heart out of jealousy over the smooth curve of his bicep. His shirt was even lifted enough to show the flex of his stomach. Unfair. Completely unfair.
Shen Yuan had complimented him despite the jealousy, of course. It’s the good thing to do as Luo Binghe’s friend. His bro, even. He refuses to live in a world where Luo Binghe could have any amount of insecurity! And so the body checks kept coming in, often with the same ab-flashing, and then after that with pectoral-flashing too, and then after that with no shirt on at all, Luo Binghe’s polite little smile visible just over the top of his phone…
Really, truly unfair. Shen Yuan would consider going to the gym himself, but. He doesn’t want to do that. He’s perfectly content to look into that world from the outside, alright? No amount of vinegar-drinking could coerce him to do something that makes him sweaty and out of breath.
After that, things had spiraled. They’d had a few small talks about it, mostly with Shen Yuan politely mentioning that he has no clue about anything related to exercise, but Binghe, being who he is, just responded that he likes having Shen Yuan’s input anyways! As if anyone would say something stupid like ‘no, your after-gym pictures look horrible’!!
Anyways, Shen Yuan got pretty used to being sent pictures for review by Binghe. He even started thinking that maybe Luo Binghe was taking these pictures for someone, considering the progressive shift toward showing more and more skin. And, even if the idea makes Shen Yuan feel a little strange, it makes complete sense. Of course Luo Binghe would have some special sister he’s been courting!
That’s why part of him wasn’t surprised when he was sent a message one day by Binghe, asking Shen Yuan if it was okay for him to ask about something ‘maybe embarrassing’.
‘I took some pictures of myself, but I have no idea if they look good, and I don’t know who else to go to.’
Well, of course Luo Binghe could trust something like that with Shen Yuan! They’d already kept up this sort of relationship for so long, hadn’t they?
‘It’s just, the pictures are a lot more than what I’ve sent you already…’
Okay, Shen Yuan had thought, what the hell does that mean? A lot more of what?
‘They’re a little risque.’
Shen Yuan had no idea how to respond at first. Luo Binghe wanted to send him raunchy photos? Immediately, this confirmed it in Shen Yuan’s mind. There was some little sister out there that Luo Binghe was trying to woo! And it was up to Shen Yuan to help make sure that can happen? The pressure of such an important role makes Shen Yuan feel a little queasy. Except, of course, Luo Binghe shouldn’t have any problem wooing a girl at all, considering… well. Everything about him.
Apparently he’d taken too long to respond, because Luo Binghe sent him a few rapid-fire messages apologizing for being presumptuous and promising to leave Shen Yuan alone, so he’d taken it upon himself to put a stop to that. Of course Luo Binghe can trust Shen Yuan with this! He’d never do anything to break that trust, because he still has no idea why Luo Binghe wants to be friends with him! Any mistake could have dire consequences!!
And so, Shen Yuan had been faced with the very first picture. This one was fairly tame, all things considered. Luo Binghe was laying in bed, or maybe on a couch, his phone held all the way down around his thighs with one outstretched arm.
He was wearing a loose t-shirt, the hem of it bunched up around his ribs as if he hadn’t bothered to pull it back down after sliding down into his laying position, showing off in exquisite detail the flat plane of his stomach. Shockingly flat, considering Shen Yuan was so used to seeing his abdomen held taught to highlight the muscles there. It gives the image a relaxed look that Shen Yuan hasn’t seen before in any of the pictures. Luo Binghe’s curls are splayed out behind him over what’s either a pillow or the arm of a couch, his head tilted just so, a shy little smile on his face.
And, at the very bottom of the image, the star of the show and by far the thing closest to the camera, the prominent curve of Luo Binghe’s hardon, hidden in the confines of his sweatpants. It’s huge, big enough that it curves across his lap toward one hip, and Shen Yuan immediately considers throwing his phone across the room. He still isn’t sure if he was ready to see his bro’s dick, even clothed, for the first time. It’s just a very new experience, okay? Bros see eachothers dicks sometimes, but Shen Yuan hadn’t before!
He should have expected that it would be big and perfect, just like Luo Binghe is.
Well. Shen Yuan had been trusted with something very important, so of course he has to make effort to respond to it in kind! He gave remarks on the picture from a purely unbiased point of view, mentioning how the framing made it all feel kind of awkward and imposing. For Luo Binghe’s little Binghe to be so close to the camera would likely make whatever charming girl Luo Binghe had his eyes on a little intimidated, so it’s best to start out slow! Luo Binghe responded to the criticism with a few more pictures from different angles, and Shen Yuan had picked the one he considered the best and forgot it ever happened.
Until it happened again, anyways. And again. And then it happened again, but this time Luo Binghe’s cock was out and on full display.
That’s where Shen Yuan is now. He ends up deciding to put his glasses on, sitting up as he looks the images over, a strange feeling settling low in his stomach. Looking at another man’s… it feels kind of awkward, and he gnaws on his lower lip as he considers the different angles. The lighting is good, Shen Yuan had mentioned it last time, but- the angle is all wrong! Binghe, you were doing so well, why have you degraded in quality so much!?
These pictures are what Shen Yuan imagines are pretty basic for dick pictures. The picture is taken from the back camera on Binghe’s phone, his cock held out in his hand, probably trying to… focus on the girth and length in comparison to it, or something. But it just looks awkward!
He says as much, and Luo Binghe responds fairly quickly.
‘I wasn’t sure if the rules were the same for these sorts of pictures… forgive me, Shen Laoshi 🥺’
Shen Yuan grimaces at his phone, but for some reason the message makes his stomach feel weird. Anyways, it’s very important that Luo Binghe not send these sorts of pictures to the girl he’s wooing! It could completely kill the mood!
He guides Luo Binghe the best he can, letting him know that the more casual poses from before were much preferable. Luo Binghe drops the silly ‘teach me, teach me’ act to respond genuinely, thanking Shen Yuan for the advice. Shen Yuan goes to bed pleased with his own job well done, haunted only slightly by the visual of Luo Binghe’s cock held in his own palm. He knows how big Luo Binghe’s hands are, how… how big is that monster???
Oh well. It’s not like it matters. Of course Luo Binghe would be well endowed. It just makes sense…
A few days later, he receives another dick pic. It’s slightly less startling. The main thing wrong with this one is that, although Luo Binghe had taken his advice with the sort of pose he should be in, letting his cock sit naturally instead of holding it out for the viewer to see, he’d apparently been too lazy to turn the lights on and used his camera’s flash instead. It makes the contrast all wrong and weird, and although Shen Yuan spends probably a little too long staring at the long curve of the underside of Luo Binghe’s cock, it’s just not right to subject such a beautiful member to such horrible lighting!
Except, horrifyingly, when he sends a message noting the horrible lighting, Luo Binghe immediately responds.
‘Sorry, sorry, I’ll turn on a light.’
…?
What, like, right now? Luo Binghe took this picture just now? Well… He supposes that makes sense, considering he’s probably impatient to get this picture sent to his little lady, but… But that means…
Shen Yuan is talking to an actively horny Luo Binghe right now. An actively horny Luo Binghe who has his dick out and, preseumably, is relying entirely on Shen Yuan’s critique to get his rocks off. Somehow, last time he’d assumed the picture had been taken in advance or something. And before that, the pictures were raunchy but not necessarily revealing, so how was Shen Yuan supposed to know if Luo Binghe was hard or not?
Now, though, he has to confront the very real fact that Luo Binghe is aroused. Aroused by… something. By what? Did he see something that made him excited? Something on TV? Porn? Is he watching porn??? What kind of porn does Luo Binghe like? It’s not that Shen Yuan thought Luo Binghe was celibate or something, of course he has needs like any other adult male in the world, full of testosterone and all that, but… but…
Oh god. Is he talking to her right now? Are they sexting, is there a time limit on this? Shen Yuan suddenly feels nauseous, obviously because it’s a major burden to have to deal with the fact that if the picture isn’t good, it’s somewhat Shen Yuan’s fault. He’s interrupted by his dick picture-based doom spiral by another image opening in their messages, and when it finally loads Shen Yuan feels his mouth go dry.
Luo Binghe’s cockhead covers his belly button, what the hell?
He has his foreskin pulled back, the tip red and glossy in a way that makes Shen Yuan think it’s probably wet. It’s flushed a soft pink, the length leading down to Luo Binghe’s hand holding it in place using a circle with his first two fingers and his thumb behind it. His fingers press into his balls a little, squishing them, and Shen Yuan really really can’t do this.
‘Looks great this time.’ he types out and sends quickly, hands trembling so hard that only autocorrect can save the message from being complete gibberish. Immediately after he closes his phone and puts it down on his bed next to him.
He wonders what they’re talking about. Has Luo Binghe fucked her already, or will this be the first time that Luo Binghe is showing her the entirety of him? She’d probably be a little intimidated, wouldn’t she be? Anyone would be. Shen Yuan feels anger flare up in his chest. It’s not his right to say anything, obviously, but how is Shen Yuan supposed to know that this mystery girl is good enough for Luo Binghe? He’s so good, and his feelings are hurt so easily- what if she breaks his heart!?
He doesn’t want to think about this. Someday soon, if Luo Binghe brings her up, he’ll have to interrogate him about his new girlfriend. For now, Shen Yuan is going to pull out his laptop and read the newest chapter of whatever shitty novel he’s been reading recently.
It continues like that for about two weeks. Occasionally, Luo Binghe will send him pictures, always asking more and more questions. Do they look nice, does Shen Yuan think he should try something different, do the pictures feel too samey… Shen Yuan has come to realize that Luo Binghe only messages him when actively aroused, because he almost always comes back with new photos to match Shen Yuan’s most recent suggestions or critiques.
By now, Shen Yuan should be used to it. He’s seen Luo Binghe’s dick enough times that the pictures shouldn’t be interesting to look at anymore. It is, after all, a man’s junk, and Shen Yuan is very straight. But… he has to admit, Luo Binghe’s is very nice, okay? Even as far as dicks go, he can’t help but call it pretty. It’s gotten bad enough that he’s had two separate dreams about it, but he tries not to think about them. They were vague and most definitely just his brain sifting through recent memories, as brains typically do.
One day, Luo Binghe is once again asking for critique, and Shen Yuan offhandedly mentions that Luo Binghe has the concept of ‘nice, aesthetic dick pictures’ down enough that he shouldn’t even need Shen Yuan’s advice. Luo Binghe’s response is a near-immediate refusal, insisting that he thinks the pictures still look bad when he doesn’t have Shen Yuan there to help him. Shen Yuan’s presence is, as he puts it, critical to the process.
Immediately after, he mentions that Shen Yuan would probably take the pictures better than Luo Binghe ever could, and Shen Yuan freezes as he reads the message over and over. He replies with a ‘what?’, and Luo Binghe doesn’t shy away for once.
‘I just think, since A-Yuan is already looking at it so much, it’s not all that different if you were to come over sometime to help me take some really nice ones, right? I think you really have an eye for this kind of thing…’
Shen Yuan stares for even longer. And… the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes he can’t think of a good reason to refuse. It’s not even that he doesn’t want to, or that he’s looking for an excuse to say no, it’s just… it feels strange. But, then again, this is just a bro helping another bro out. There’s nothing wrong with that, right?
He glances at the time. It’s only 6pm, which is remarkably early for Binghe to be sending him pictures like this, but oh well.
‘Do you want me to come over right now?’
Luo Binghe doesn’t respond for a moment. Shen Yuan thinks maybe he’s being stupid- of course he’s being stupid, him coming over would probably interrupt Luo Binghe’s time with his girlfriend, but then Luo Binghe responds.
‘Yes, please. That would be great.’
So, even with his belly full of nerves, Shen Yuan grabs some snacks and shoves his laptop into its carrier and goes to catch the bus to Luo Binghe’s apartment. The ride feels like it take forever, and his nerves only get worse and worse, but then the next thing he knows he’s at Luo Binghe’s door. It opens before he can even knock, and Luo Binghe is standing there, hair a little disheveled(but still perfect), eyes wide and face a little flushed.
He ushers Shen Yuan in.
“Have you had dinner yet?” Luo Binghe asks, and Shen Yuan fumbles over his answer for a moment. Of course he hasn’t, but he was expecting Luo Binghe to ask about literally anything else right now. He wonders if Luo Binghe is still hard under his pants, but Shen Yuan can’t force himself to look. Of course he probably isn’t. It’s been about thirty minutes since he took the pictures.
“No,” Shen Yuan responds, setting down his laptop carrier by the door. “But-”
Luo Binghe doesn’t give him a chance to argue, immediately moving into the kitchen to root around in his own fridge. Shen Yuan sighs, but he can’t really complain about getting to eat Luo Binghe’s cooking. He needs more time to steel his nerves, anyways.
Luo Binghe ends up making him sit down at the dining room table while he cooks. It smells like pork, and he’s immediately proven correct when Luo Binghe somehow brings over a plate of fragrant fried rice topped with perfectly glazed slices of pork belly. Shen Yuan’s mouth waters before he even sees the food. Luo Binghe didn’t make any for himself, and Shen Yuan stares suspiciously at Luo Binghe when he sits down, but Binghe just blinks back and smiles innocently.
“I ate already,” he says, knowing that Shen Yuan is probably thinking about mother henning him. Shen Yuan is allowed to be a little hypocritical, okay? Luo Binghe deserves it. “Yuan-ge should just focus on eating. I actually get enough protein in my diet.”
Shen Yuan scoffs, but uses his chopsticks to pinch a smaller piece off of one of the pork belly slices, and it’s tender enough that cutting it with chopsticks alone is a breeze. He gets a good scoop of rice under it and tucks the pork belly-rice combo into his mouth, letting out a pleased whine as the flavors melt across his tongue.
“Binghe, you’re far too good,” Shen Yuan grumbles, pointing his chopsticks at him threateningly. Luo Binghe just wets his lips and goes soft under the praise, like some kind of blushing maiden, and it really makes Shen Yuan want to smack him over the head a few times. Have some respect for your own poor masculinity, will you? Shen Yuan really hopes that Luo Binghe’s girlfriend likes the whole ‘total softy’ trope in a man. “And, anyways, I eat protein. I crack two eggs into my ramen when I make it on the stove.”
Binghe crosses his arms but props his chin up on one hand as he watches Shen Yuan dig into the food. He has this strange look on his face, like he’s hungry, and it makes Shen Yuan wonder why he would lie about eating when he easily could have made two servings instead of one.
“A-Yuan, you rarely use your stove.” Luo Binghe mumbles, but Shen Yuan waves a hand flippantly.
“That doesn’t matter.”
Luo Binghe definitely seems like he disagrees, but Shen Yuan is paying too much attention to putting food in his mouth. Before he knows it, the plate is empty, and Luo Binghe is scooping the plate up and plucking the chopsticks from Shen Yuan’s hands before he can react, carrying them back into the kitchen to wash them. Shen Yuan stands to follow, mouth open to argue with Binghe for always doing this, but Luo Binghe is already washing the plate and putting it in his dishwasher.
Once he’s done he dries off his hands and looks back over at Shen Yuan with a smile. It’s disarming enough that Shen Yuan forgets why he was nervous for a moment, and then Luo Binghe begins walking toward his own bedroom.
Fuck. Right.
Shen Yuan’s hands feel too sweaty as he follows, and Luo Binghe sits on the bed and pulls out his phone, holding it out to Shen Yuan with an innocent expression. Shen Yuan’s stomach hurts a little. Luo Binghe’s phone is already open to the camera app, and now Shen Yuan has no idea what to do.
“How does A-Yuan want me?” Luo Binghe asks, crossing his legs at the ankle and leaning back with his hands behind him, his head tilted slightly, and the image is immediately so captivating that Shen Yuan snaps a picture of that before Luo Binghe can react. He blinks a few times when he realizes Shen Yuan took a picture, and then laughs softly. “You… know what kind of picture I was asking you to help me take, right…?”
“Of course I know,” Shen Yuan insists, face going a little red. “I was just- making sure it.. Works.”
That was so lame. Shen Yuan feels so lame.
“Ahh, I see,” Luo Binghe nods, like Shen Yuan’s reasoning makes perfect sense. He shifts his gaze off to stare at the wall, moving in his seat to fold his hands in his lap instead. His long lashes hang low over his cheeks. “If I’m being honest, I’m very nervous. I don’t want to make A-Yuan uncomfortable asking for something like this…”
He sounds so sweet and genuine. Shen Yuan squares his shoulders, and then decides to push his worries to the side- this is for Binghe! Nothing else matters.
“Don’t be silly,” Shen Yuan says, stepping forward enough to run his fingers through Luo Binghe’s hair, both as a comfort and to fix it a little. Or… unfix it. It looks nice in the pictures when it looks messy like this. Now, we can start small and work our way up until Binghe feels satisfied with the amount of pictures. First you can… um, get yourself out.”
Luo Binghe immediately obeys, like there’s nothing embarrassing about this at all after all. He almost seems a little eager, but Shen Yuan excuses that as eagerness to get it over with. Shen Yuan is about to open his mouth and ask if Luo Binghe needs a minute alone to get himself hard, but Luo Binghe’s cock flops out of his waistband and across his lap, fully perky and just as rosy red at the tip as in the pictures.
Oh. Apparently he doesn’t need any help with that. He must have been thinking about something nice.
“Alright, let’s try something similar to the pictures you sent me just before I came over to start.” Shen Yuan says, and Luo Binghe immediately scoots himself back on the bed a little, enough that he can recline back, lifting one foot onto the bed so that he can keep that leg bent, thighs parted and making the fabric of his sweats struggle with the stretch across his muscular thighs.
His cock being over his waistband means that his balls hang over it, too, the combination of the two making Luo Binghe’s cock stand up at attention. Or, it would be standing up. It’s more of a very intense lean, because Luo Binghe’s dick is just too heavy to stand straight up. Fluid beads at the tip, and Shen Yuan’s thumb is pressing hard enough into the screen that it goes rainbow around his thumb.
“Yeah, um- like that. Good.” Shen Yuan says, and Luo Binghe’s cock bobs up and down with a slight twitch. He must be thinking about his girlfriend right now… that must take a lot of focus with another man in the room. Shen Yuan commends Luo Binghe’s effort. He takes some pictures, occasionally moving to mess with the lighting in the room. Luo Binghe has a bedside lamp that Shen Yuan can make good use of, and some colored light strips on the wall closest to his bed that Shen Yuan had ordered him when they were still in the ‘tastefully-erotic-but-clothed’ stage. Oh how far they’ve come.
He spends a few more minutes guiding Luo Binghe through various poses, mostly reclining or laying on his side. He thinks the pictures look very good, very tasteful, even for nudes. Luo Binghe is the first to suggest taking off his own shirt, and Shen Yuan’s face heats up when he realizes how squishy his chest looks as he moves around.
God, he’s so jealous. Of his body, obviously. Luo Binghe seems to get progressively more worked up as time goes on, his face heating up a little, his expressions alternating between shockingly alluring and bashful, his cock continuously leaking precum onto his lap and lower stomach. Shen Yuan almost feels bad for it, but it adds a sort of eroticism to the pictures that makes it all the better.
Which.. Does give Shen Yuan an idea, but he hesitates to say it outright.
“Binghe, I was thinking,” Shen Yuan starts, and Luo Binghe immediately perks up. He’s currently laying partially on his side, one leg bent and the other laying out straight. His cock is squished just a little in the crease between his stomach and thigh, making it look quite pathetic. “The poses are good, so is the lighting, but it feels a bit more like a photoshoot with no emotion… if this is for someone special, shouldn’t the pictures… um, don’t you want it to make them feel something?”
“Of course I do,” Luo Binghe nods, looking hopefully up at Shen Yuan. “Do you have an idea?”
“I do,” he says, and then pauses. How does he say this? “A lot of people really like it when they get to see something that’s… you know, in the middle of it. It’s alluring, makes them want to be there with you. So, maybe if you could… you know, touch yourself, but stop before you get there, and then I can come back and take the pictures?”
Luo Binghe stares at him for a long moment. His expression is blank, and then thoughtful, and then he looks down at his own dick. He shifts to spread his legs a little more in a way that looks so intentional that Shen Yuan’s stomach tightens, and then Luo Binghe sighs.
“That’s a really good idea, A-Yuan, it’s just…” Binghe trails off, looking back up at Shen Yuan from under his lashes. “I have really bad self control, so I’d… probably get too caught up and end up finishing instead of calling you back in.”
Well. That certainly is a predicament. Shen Yuan’s mouth feels dry at the thought of Luo Binghe being so willing to jerk himself off to completion with Shen Yuan in the other room.
“Oh. Well, that’s alright, then-”
“But what if A-Yuan helped me?” Luo Binghe asks, voice small, and Shen Yuan goes very still.
“Um?”
Luo Binghe barrels on, a little embarrassed but still continuing anyways.
“If A-Yuan did it, then you’d know when to stop, and then you’d already be right there to take the pictures.” Luo Binghe explains, and… Shen Yuan can’t disagree with that. He looks down at the camera, and then at Binghe. Binghe flutters his lashes back at him pleadingly.
“Okay,” Shen Yuan says, with a little hesitance. “Okay. But you have to warn me when you’re… when you’re close.”
“Okay,” Luo Binghe says, smiling shyly again, rolling over onto his back, exposing his belly fully to Shen Yuan in a way that makes Shen Yuan irrationally want to walk over and pet him there like a dog.
Shen Yuan steels his nerves again, and then approaches, sitting halfly on the bed, placing Luo Binghe’s phone down. Binghe looks up at him expectantly, and Shen Yuan once again finds himself being absolutely appalled by Binghe’s size.
“This thing is a weapon,” Shen Yuan grumbles. “Who would be able to take that thing?”
Luo Binghe doesn’t look very put off by being referred to like this, instead just glancing down at it as if Shen Yuan had complimented him. His cock twitches again, and Shen Yuan almost has to look away from it.
“You really think it’s that big?”
“It’s huge.” Shen Yuan corrects, hesitantly reaching out. Luo Binghe’s stomach tenses up, and then he lets out a quiet held breath, like he’s trying to calm himself down. Luo Binghe’s cock is very clearly angry at being hard for so long, and Shen Yuan feels bad for it. To be suffering so much for some silly pictures… Shen Yuan can’t imagine it.
Shen Yuan has to admit, he doesn’t really know what he’s doing. He’s seen plenty of ‘male POV’ porn, and read many novels, but… he’s kind of lacking in this department himself, so it’s not like he’s had much to practice with. He starts with lightly wrapping his fingers around the base, finding that it seems nearly impossible to get the tips of his fingers to touch. He swallows.
Binghe shifts slightly, a little noise coming out through his nose at such a small touch, and Shen Yuan’s heart pangs in sympathy. He must be really sensitive after so long…
“Does it hurt?” he asks, voice tight, and Luo Binghe breathes in sharply and nods. “No wonder…”
He lightly drags his hand up, and finds the skin is… way, way softer here than he thought it would be, especially along the underside. It’s firm, too, hot and so heavy in his hands. He has to hold it up while stroking to keep it from flopping right out of his hand. He leans forward a little more to watch as he strokes up to the head, tightening his grip just a little, and Luo Binghe’s breathing hitches. A pearl of precum seeps out of the tip, milked out by Shen Yuan’s grip.
Shen Yuan suddenly lets go, and Luo Binghe blinks rapidly as he lifts his head, looking confused and forlorn. Shen Yuan immediately shifts, throwing one leg over Luo Binghe’s, sitting on both of his thighs and grabbing his phone. He takes a quick video of Luo Binghe’s cock as it desperately throbs. Luo Binghe’s stomach tenses up again as he looks up at Shen Yuan. He looks… vulnerable, despite the fact that he’s the one that asked for this.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, and Luo Binghe shakes his head slightly. Shen Yuan immediately moves his hand back to start stroking properly, watching as Luo Binghe’s eyes glaze over, one of his hands moving down to grip Shen Yuan’s knee. Shen Yuan feels compelled to say something, to comfort him through this. “You’re doing very well, Binghe, it’s alright...”
Luo Binghe grunts, his stomach tensing in short waves as he suddenly twitches his hips up into Shen Yuan’s hand, only to force himself to go still again. He pants in the aftermath, and Shen Yuan stares with wide eyes, his hand still.
“Do you need a break already?” he asks, and Luo Binghe gives him a plaintative look.
“No, no, you can keep going…” Binghe says, voice rough and a little desperate. “Please, Yuan-ge.”
Shen Yuan’s stomach feels hot. He breathes in and out through his nose, and tells himself that the way he’s feeling right now is obviously because Luo Binghe is the most perfect in the entire world. Who wouldn’t feel at least a little aroused if faced with a body this beautiful? He resumes stroking him, this time a little faster, biting his lip as he watches Binghe’s tip gradually grow wetter and wetter.
“You’re leaking so much,” Shen Yuan says, swiping the fingers of his other hand across the head, a thin strand of precum connecting the two points for a mere second before breaking off. He puts his fingers back down to smear the slickness into his skin, and Luo Binghe’s breathing goes shuddery for a moment, his hands curling in the sheets and tensing against Shen Yuan’s knee.
“A-Yuan,” Luo Binghe starts, a little breathless, and the sound of his voice makes Shen Yuan’s stomach feel molten hot.
“What?” Shen Yuan asks, and Luo Binghe tilts his head to the side with a small whine. He pushes his hips up into Shen Yuan’s hand, who realizes he’d started slowing down again while staring at Luo Binghe. “Oh- oh, sorry.”
He resumes his ministrations once more, bringing in both hands to wring Luo Binghe out properly. Luo Binghe is so squirmy, shivering and biting his own lip and twitching his hips up. Shen Yuan thinks about telling him to sit still, but he’s sure it’s probably hard on it’s own to sit here and let another man do this to him…
“A-Yuan,” Luo Binghe calls again, this time a little more desperately. “I’m- ah, I’m…”
“Close?” Shen Yuan assumes, continuing his motions for just a little longer when Luo Binghe eeps out a little ‘mhm!’, shifting his focus upward to Luo Binghe’s tip. He uses his palm mostly, twisting it around the head in a way he’s seen in porn, and Luo Binghe makes a sound like a wounded animal.
“Ah- ahh--!” Luo Binghe gasps, thighs tensing, and when Shen Yuan feels Luo Binghe’s cock start to twitch, he moves his hands away. Luo Binghe whines, thrusting up into nothing, his heavy dick lolling back onto his own stomach.
Shen Yuan takes pictures of it like that with shaking hands, and the comparison is… god, it almost seems like it’s gotten bigger, the tip plum-red and so needy looking. He swallows and shifts off of Binghe’s legs, moving off of the bed instead. Binghe is still reeling through the ordeal of being edged so close to orgasm, and he blinks tear-filled eyes as he lifts his head to figure out where Shen Yuan is going.
Shen Yuan drops to his knees.
“I want to get a lower angle,” he explains, clearing his throat, and pats one of Binghe’s calves. “Come a little closer to the edge again, after this you can be done.”
Binghe nods, pushing himself back down, until he’s sitting at the edge of the bed with Shen Yuan kneeling between his legs. It’s a strange position to be in, and Shen Yuan straightens up a little to try to hide his own embarrassment. Binghe’s cock is able to hang between his legs instead like this, and Shen Yuan swallows as he lifts a hand up to touch again.
Binghe hisses between his teeth, a knee jumping up, and Shen Yuan lets out an apologetic sound as he removes his hand to put it on his thigh instead, petting it soothingly.
“Sorry, sorry, too soon?” he asks, and Luo Binghe sits up on his elbows to nod pathetically. Shen Yuan feels sorry for him. All of this suffering for some pictures…
After a few more moments of letting Binghe calm down a bit more, he resumes stroking. This close, he can see so much more detail. A vein going along the side, the slide of Binghe’s foreskin as he strokes him, the squish of the head when he slips the tight ring of his fingers up over it. He doesn’t even realize his mouth has dropped open slightly, breathing heavy, until Binghe is squirming.
“Ah- ngh, Yuan-ge,” Binghe starts, sounding a little strangled. Shen Yuan glances up at him, blinking owlishly, his hands going still. Is Binghe about to cum again? He opens his mouth a little more, about to speak, and Binghe’s thighs tense up and quiver. “A-Yuan, A-Yuan-”
Shen Yuan blinks yet again, and then suddenly Binghe is cumming. Some of it ends up on the floor, some on Binghe’s thighs, but most of it ends up streaking across Shen Yuan’s face and glasses. There’s even some on his mouth, he realizes. He can taste it, salty and bitter, and he looks down at his cum-stained hands.
“Ahh, ahhh…” Binghe gasps, chest heaving, and then refocuses on Shen Yuan, who instinctively lets his tongue sweep out to clean some of the cum off of his lower lip. Binghe’s cock twitches pathetically as Shen Yuan makes a small face at the taste of it. “I’m- sorry, A-Yuan. You… you were breathing on it.”
“Breathing… on it…?” Shen Yuan mumbles, looking down at Luo Binghe’s cock again. It hasn’t softened at all. He came just from that? Was he that close to the edge…? “Was that not enough?”
“Sometimes it’s like this,” Binghe says, sitting up a bit more. He looks like he wants to help with Shen Yuan’s face, but he’s conflicted. “I- A-Yuan, I really didn’t mean to…”
Shen Yuan just takes it in stride, trying to be very normal about this. His bro just accidentally came on his face. It’s… fine. It’s fine. Shen Yuan is fine with this. He stands up. Luo Binghe looks like he’s about to try to grab at him, but then Shen Yuan is retreating to the bathroom.
He cleans off his face and glasses with a washcloth, and when he comes back Luo Binghe looks horrible. Absolutely despondent, expression crumpled. When Shen Yuan walks in, he jolts upright in shock.
“I thought you left?” He says, his eyes red like he’d been close to crying. Shen Yuan blinks.
“What? No, I was just cleaning off,” He says, looking down. Binghe’s erection has flagged a little. It makes Shen Yuan feel disappointed for some reason. “Why would I leave? It was an accident… It doesn’t really mean anything.”
Luo Binghe looks queasy when Shen Yuan says that. Shen Yuan steps closer. The cum is still on Luo Binghe’s thighs, good.
“Scoot back on the bed again,” he says, finding Luo Binghe’s phone on the floor. Luo Binghe sniffles but complies, and Shen Yuan snaps some pictures of Luo Binghe’s lap. Like this, it just looks like he’s spent from orgasming. “There, see? It’s not all bad. I got a nice picture from it. You can send it to your girlfriend.”
Luo Binghe stares down, and then looks up at Shen Yuan with his brows furrowed. He doesn’t say anything though, instead reaching out to grab at Shen Yuan’s wrist. Shen Yuan looks down at his hand and then back up at Binghe.
“I think,” Binghe starts, and then stops. “A-Yuan, will you help me out again?”
“But it looked like it was calming down on its own-” Shen Yuan starts, only to look down and see that Binghe’s cock is starting to perk right back up. He glances back up. “Oh. You need help with it?”
“Mhm,” Binghe says, blinking slowly, his expression strange. “It felt better when A-Yuan did it, and… you made me cum. It feels unfair.”
“Unfair? Unfair for who?” Shen Yuan asks, confused, only for Binge to suddenly grab him, dragging him up onto Binghe’s lap to straddle him. Shen Yuan’s breathing hitches, his hands immediately moving to brace on Luo Binghe’s shoulders. Binghe’s cock ends up pressed against Shen Yuan’s hip, and he goes very still. “Binghe?”
“A-Yuan,” Luo Binghe repeats, pressing in close. “You made me cum, can’t I do the same? Please?”
“Wh-hhyou don’t need to do that,” Shen Yuan stumbles out, feeling Binghe’s hands drag up his sides and back down, making goosebumps prickle across his body. Binghe’s hands pause there, and he gives Shen Yuan another strange look.
“I don’t need to,” he agrees, blinking slowly. Shen Yuan stares back, frozen in place. Binghe’s expression suddenly turns sorrowful. “So you won’t let me?”
Shen Yuan swallows around the lump in his throat. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t want to cum, but is it really… is it really okay to let Luo Binghe help him get there? Maybe he just feels weird having another man bring him to orgasm, and he wants to settle the score..?
“Okay,” Shen Yuan says, nodding slightly. “Okay, you can.”
Binghe’s expression brightens.
“A-Yuan is so perfect,” he says, and Shen Yuan immediately wants to refuse, but he’s too busy trying to cope with suddenly having Binghe’s hands slipping under his shirt, moving around, over his sides, back to his shoulder blades, around his ribs and toward his front.
Shen Yuan immediately tenses up when Binghe’s hands find his chest. He’s small there, small enough that no-one would even know there’s anything there without touching, but now Binghe is. Touching.
“A-Yuan is so soft,” Binghe mumbles, pulling Shen Yuan closer until they’re practically chest to chest as his hands move back around to Shen Yuan’s back, as if he hadn’t noticed anything at all. His fingers move across the planes of his back, making Shen Yuan arch slightly- the touch is light enough to almost be ticklish, but Luo Binghe doesn’t linger there, his hands moving back down to Shen Yuan’s thighs instead.
“Thanks?” Shen Yuan says, feeling terribly awkward, and Binghe smiles, pressing the side of his face against Shen Yuan’s neck. Shen Yuan is pretty sure he hears him breath in sharply through his nose, but he’s not sure why. Or, at least, he’s not sure until Binghe moves his face down further to bury it into Shen Yuan’s collarbone, nose tucked against his shirt, and he does it again for longer. Shen Yuan feels himself flush a deeper shade of red.
He smacks the back of Binghe’s head. “Are you sniffing me?”
“Sorry,” he mumbles, not sounding sorry at all. “A-Yuan’s detergent smells nice.”
Shen Yuan huffs, embarrassed beyond belief, and Luo Binghe continues on his apparent goal to touch every part of Shen Yuan’s body. He lingers around Shen Yuan’s inner thighs, dragging up and up and up, his thumbs pressing into the fabric of the pajama pants Shen Yuan had worn to Luo Binghe’s apartment. Shen Yuan swallows, lifting his hips up and away on instinct, but Luo Binghe’s searching fingers follow up anyways.
His pants are loose enough that Binghe has an easy time pressing his thumbs up even further, until they’re digging into the inner crease of his thigh, so so close to something important that Shen Yuan almost flinches at the feeling. It’s a vulnerable place to be touched, and if Luo Binghe’s hands weren’t in the way, he’d squeeze his legs shut.
Fuck. He feels so… He wants, but this is so weird! He’s basically about to be jerked off by his best friend! That’s weird, isn’t it? Maybe it’s not. Maybe that’s why Binghe is being so causal about all of this.
One of Luo Binghe’s hands stays where it is, while the other moves up to slip into the waistband of Shen Yuan’s pajama pants, the thumb of that hand immediately seeking out Shen Yuan’s folds. Shen Yuan gasps through his nose as Binghe’s digit slides between them, where Shen Yuan is already terribly wet, and Shen Yuan’s nose scrunches.
Binghe seems delighted by the discovery, immediately rolling them both over so that Shen Yuan is on his back on the bed and Luo Binghe is above him. Both of his hands are now dragging Shen Yuan’s Pajamas and boxers off in one go, and- isn’t he a little too enthusiastic about this- throwing them off to the side.
“Binghe,” Shen Yuan starts, almost a yelp, and that gives Luo Binghe pause, looking up at him with wide eyes. Shen Yuan was the one calling for him, but he’s startled that it actually worked, blinking back at him and opening and closing his mouth like a very stupid fish. “Do you know what to do?”
Luo Binghe’s expression stays neutral for a moment, and then he slowly smiles.
“No,” he says, shaking his head and leaning in closer. “Yuan-ge will have to teach me…”
“Cut that out!” Shen Yuan says, smacking Luo Binghe’s head again lightly. “If you know, you know! Don’t lie just to play around!”
Binghe takes the beating like a champ, laughing softly and moving one hand to spread Shen Yuan’s folds open, baring him fully to the world. He flinches, the feeling of the cool air in Luo Binghe’s room touching his most sensitive parts immediately making him want to squirm. Luo Binghe hums, staring, and Shen Yuan considers hitting him again.
Until Luo Binghe uses his other hand to press a thumb against his dick, making him jump in place. He changes the pressure, rubbing firm circles around the base of it, and Shen Yuan is almost immediately clenching up around nothing.
“Ffffh-aah,” Shen Yuan gasps, trying to grind his hips up into it, but Binghe holds him still.
“Does that feel nice, A-Yuan?” Binghe asks, and Shen Yuan rolls his head to the side and groans. Is Binghe really fishing for compliments right now? Of course he is.
“It’s- good, that’s good. Keep doing that.”
Binghe hums, following the order. He alternates between firm and very light pressure, so light that it’s almost torture. Whenever Shen Yuan tries to squirm in place for more, Luo Binghe lessens what he gives him even more. It’s not fair! Didn’t Binghe say he wanted to make Shen Yuan cum? He’s the one that suggested Shen Yuan do it to him in the first place, so why is Binghe punishing him?
“I want to cum,” he groans, and Binghe perks up.
“A-Yuan wants to cum?” He parrots, as if trying to weedle Shen Yuan into continuing. Shen Yuan whines in frustration and nods.
“Please,” he grits out. “Binghe, please, I want to-”
Luo Binghe resumes circling his dick with even more vigor than before, and Shen Yuan is left a whimpering, gasping puddle on the bed. He barely even has the energy to squirm through it, his orgasm approaching him with the speed and weight of a freight train.
“Binghe,” he gasps, hands fisting the sheets. “Binghe, Binghe-!”
And then, just before Shen Yuan cums, when he’s right on the edge, Luo Binghe pulls his hands away. Shen Yuan feels his stomach flip, and then he’s gritting his teeth through the urge to scream.
“Why!?” He says, unable to hold back, looking up to see Luo Binghe staring down at him with wide eyes and round pupils.
“A-Yuan’s cock twitches so cutely,” he says, awed, nudging Shen Yuan’s dick with the side of his thumb. It makes Shen Yuan flinch, but he lifts his hips up a little more.
“Can you just- seriously, I’m about to just do it myself,” Shen Yuan grumbles, and Luo Binghe is urged into action again. He pauses, and then drags his thumb down to circle the entrance of Shen Yuan’s cunt instead, making him eek out a little “oh,” under his breath.
“Is it okay?” Binghe asks, and Shen Yuan nods rapidly. Luo Binghe moves his hands, placing one on Shen Yuan’s hip for purchase, the other tracing a finger against his wet hole, just barely pushing at it until the tip of his finger slips inside. He presses onward when Shen Yuan moans softly, until his whole finger is sheathed inside, slowly drawing back out just to push back in again. “Ah… A-Yuan is so tight…”
He almost sounds worried, and trying to follow the clues that show why he’d feel worried makes Shen Yuan’s brain start fizzling out. Luo Binghe keeps touching him like that, slowly working him open, curling his finger and then slotting a second finger inside along with the first. He keeps moving his fingers in a ‘come-hither’ motion, scraping against the spot inside of Shen Yuan that makes him clench up even more. Any moment now, he’s convinced Luo Binghe will let him cum, but the moment passes him by over and over and over.
Eventually, Binghe has four fingers crammed inside of him, a feat that Shen Yuan has never even considered before, let alone managed. His fingers are thicker than Shen Yuans, thick enough that if he didn’t know better, he’d almost think it would be enough for Luo Binghe to press his cock inside with ease.
That’s not the case. Luo Binghe pulls his fingers free, using Shen Yuan’s wetness to slick up his own cock.
“A-Yuan,” Luo Binghe breathes, sounding just as wrecked as Shen Yuan feels, and Shen Yuan blinks to look down. Luo Binghe is holding his cock, perched between Shen Yuan’s thighs, and what he wants to do clicks in Shen Yuan’s head like a pin coming free of a grenade.
“Okay,” Shen Yuan breathes, nodding slightly. He takes a deep breath, spreading his legs a little more. “Just-”
“I’ll go slowly,” Luo Binghe promises, inching forward, nudging the tip against Shen Yuan’s hole. His breathing hitches feeling how the head of it is already so much bigger than he could ever dream of taking, and then Binghe is pressing in, in, in, and the pressure is so much. For a moment he’s sure that he can’t, it won’t go in at all, it’s impossible-
And then he breathes out in the form of a little whimper, and it’s enough for Luo Binghe’s tip to pop inside. Shen Yuan’s back arches with a strangled noise, and Binghe has to hold his hips tight to keep him from accidentally yanking himself right back off of Binghe’s cock.
“Ahh, ah- A-Yuan,” Binghe gasps, head tipping down as he slowly pushes himself deeper and deeper inside. It feels like he’s carving out Shen Yuan’s insides, stretching him open so wide that it borders on the brink of unbearable, just barely.
Every twitch and pulse of Binghe’s cock is obvious, Shen Yuan can feel it through his own walls tightly clutched around Luo Binghe. Binghe is still inching forward, so slowly, and when Shen Yuan peeks an eye open to try to look, Binghe speaks up.
“Hhhalf… halfway,” he says, breathless, and Shen Yuan feels so full already that he considers screaming to get some of the feeling in his chest out, but he resists.
“Oh my god,” he says, barely even whispers, and Binghe slides forward another few centimeters. Instead of trying to push further in when he feels resistance, Binghe starts pulling back slightly, only to push back in. Every time he pulls back, Shen Yuan clenches up as tightly as he can on instinct, making Binghe grip his hips tighter and hiss slightly.
“A-Yuan, I’m- gonna cum right away if you keep doing that,” he whines, and Shen Yuan shakes his head.
“I can’t- I can’t help it, your stupid huge dick is so- oh god.” Shen Yuan gasps, and Binghe whimpers in response as Shen Yuan clenches up again. Binghe reaches a hand down, and Shen Yuan realizes a moment too late that he intends to try to help Shen Yuan relax by… “Wait-”
But it’s too late, Luo Binghe’s thumb finds the top of Shen Yuan’s dick, rubbing up and down just slightly. It makes Shen Yuan tense all over, and then with a squeaking, gasping cry, he’s cumming around Luo Binghe’s cock.
If he was clenching up before, it’s even worse now with the way his body is contracting around Binghe, practically milking him as Shen Yuan orgasms. It makes Luo Binghe double over a little, needing to stay completely still to avoid tipping over the same edge, but it’s an incredibly close call.
“A-Yuan,” Luo Binghe gasps, inching backwards just to thrust in even more, burying himself an inch or so away from the hilt. Shen Yuan feels like he’s drowning. Luo Binghe pulls back again, starting to fuck Shen Yuan in earnest, each movement dragging against Shen Yuan’s insides. “A-Yuan, a-Yuan, a-Yuan-!”
Luo Binghe won’t stop saying it as he fucks Shen Yuan, leaning over enough to press his face into Shen Yuan’s shoulder. Shen Yuan’s hands move up to clumsily grab at Luo Binghe’s hair, unintentionally pulling, and it just makes Luo Binghe speed up more. Shen Yuan barely even notices that he’s pushing all the way inside until he can hear Binghe’s balls slapping against his ass. Fuck.
“Binghe!” Shen Yuan gasps, breathing hitching as he tries to get control of himself, but he can’t. He can’t. Binghe is fucking every thought right out of his head. He’d only just orgasmed, but it had left him so sensitive that he already feels on the verge of doing so again. He moans as Binghe shifts his hands to stard dragging Shen Yuan down against his cock in turn, like Shen Yuan is as light as some kind of stroker toy he can drag up and down across his length to feel good. The thought makes Shen Yuan shudder.
“A-Yuan,” Binghe rasps, smiling to himself. “A-Yuan, A-Yuan- I have to tell you something.”
Shen Yuan can barely form a coherent thought, how is he supposed to be able to process anything Binghe has to say to him? Binghe doesn’t seem to care about that, though.
“It’s a secret, but- I want to tell you now. You’re so, ff- so important to me…” He trails off, fucking Shen Yuan even harder. Shen Yuan can barely make any noise besides the dumb repetitive ‘uh, uh, uh’ that’s fucked out of him every time Luo Binghe bottoms out. “Please don’t be mad at me, A-Yuan. To tell you the truth, all of those pictures, I took them for someone specific,”
Shen Yuan can’t do this. He’s approaching the edge again, and he can feel Luo Binghe throbbing inside of him. He can’t, he really can’t do this.
“Someone- someone really special,” Binghe continues, eyes closed as he rails Shen Yuan like his life depends on it. “To tell you the truth, A-Yuan, I- I was taking those pictures for you, hoping that you’d like them, hoping that maybe, even if you don’t love me, you’d be attracted to- me--”
Shen Yuan feels himself tearing up. He’s right there, he’s right there, right on the edge, and Binghe is leaning down over him, crushing him into the bed, foreheads pressed together as he speaks, now.
“Every time I got hard, A-Yuan, I thought of you. I thought of doing this, of making you cum on my cock,” he says, breathless, somehow speeding up even more, his grip bruising around Shen Yuan’s hips. “Thinking about how badly I wanted to hear you scream my name, because I love you--!”
“Binghe,” Shen Yuan chokes out, and it makes Binghe whimper, his head moving down to kiss Shen Yuan, rough and passionate, nipping at his bottom lip. He kisses Shen Yuan like he’s trying to devour him, like he’s trying to steal all of his air, and Shen Yuan has to throw his head to the side to escape it for long enough to gasp and cry out, “Binghe!”
He cums so hard he stops being able to even see for a moment. And yet Luo Binghe fucks him through it, fucks him to the point of tears and mumbling out ‘please, please, can’t, please’, and then Luo Binghe finally cums, pressing his hips flush to Shen Yuan’s, with a groan.
“A-Yuan,” he whimpers, teary-eyed. “Ahh, A-Yuan feels so good..”
He shifts his hips a little, and it sends bolts of electricity up Shen Yuan’s spine. Luckily, the yelp Shen Yuan lets out is enough to encourage him into stillness. It takes him a few moments to calm down, but then he’s slowly extracting himself, leaving Shen Yuan feeling hollowed out and messy. Luo Binghe leaves to find a new washcloth, and then wipes Shen Yuan down.
He sighs. At least Luo Binghe is still as kind as ever… His brain is still processing everything. Luo Binghe eventually gets into bed and drags Shen Yuan up a little more so that he can snuggle in behind him, face tucked into Shen Yuan’s hair.
Shen Yuan blinks blearily, and then squints into the low light of the bedroom.
“...So, wait, you don’t have a girlfriend?”
Luo Binghe lets out a deep, world-weary sigh.
“No, A-Yuan. I don’t.”
“Oh. That’s good.” Shen Yuan says, and then promptly falls asleep before Luo Binghe can question him.
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