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It all started a month after he was assigned to Nice's marketing team. It was a simple routine: he was given projects, he did them, he sent them by email, and his boss received the project confirmations.
Lin Ling never received a confirmation email. But one day, not only did he receive that email, but a girl—an assistant of Nice's manager who was in the building for a routine meeting with his boss—handed him a letter.
A thank-you letter, signed by Nice himself. He still remembered the envy of his coworkers.
Gradually, everything related to Nice—and Moon—was put under his charge. And that meant that with each ad, a new letter arrived. The content of these letters was mostly the same, the only notable difference was the little heart next to his name.
Lin Ling's advertisements and scripts quickly became Treeman's favorites.
After a few weeks, he was sent to the recording sets to “make sure everything went perfectly,” since he was the one who created those scripts.
Was he excited?
Maybe. The only positive thing he could find in all this, besides the small increase in his paycheck, was the possibility of meeting Moon.
To his disappointment, when the day finally came to go to the set, he didn't see Moon anywhere. But that disappointment was overshadowed by the surprise of being greeted by a smiling Nice.
Of course, it wasn't what he expected. He always thought Nice would be arrogant, superficial, one of those heroes who don't even look at “ordinary people"
He was really wrong.
Nice always greeted him, always smiling, always energetic.
Lin Ling initially thought it was out of courtesy, but then he noticed that he was the only one he greeted that way. And just as quickly as he came to the conclusion that it was only out of courtesy, a more troubling thought took hold in his mind.
Lin Ling wasn't an idiot; he may not have had much romantic experience, but he knew when someone was flirting with him.
With that new perspective, he noticed the cheerful greetings, the radiant smiles, and the cheeky winks almost immediately. It was difficult for him to accept the fact that he, Lin Ling, a simple publicist, a nobody within the company where he worked, had caught Nice's attention. He wasn't complaining at all, after all, Nice was attractive, irritatingly attractive.
Lin Ling continued with his responsibilities until his boss called him in for a report of “failure to perform work duties.” He tried to defend himself, saying he hadn't done anything wrong. Besides returning a few flirtatious gestures to Nice, he hadn't done anything to deserve that report. Then he discovered that, indeed, it was because he had been flirting with Nice.
His boss threatened to send him back to the office. It wasn't that he cared—he did, very much—so after that call, he decided to put an end to the flirting and focus on keeping his job. He arrived earlier on set, kept his mind occupied with other tasks, and, above all, avoided looking at Nice.
Nice, on the other hand , always looked at Lin Ling, hoping to meet those brown eyes that had captivated him. He remembers the day he saw him for the first time, when he came across his photo while reviewing with Miss J the resumes of the marketing company they were going to sign a contract with, and as ridiculousn as it sounds, it was his photo that made him interested in the boy with messy brown hair.
He didn't know how or why that photo, somewhat blurred by the flash, attracted him to the boy in it, nor did he want to look for a reason. Nice considered himself a confident person; when something interested him, it interested him, and this boy, Lin Ling, drove him crazy.
For days, he looked at Lin Ling's photo, saying his name as if it were something sacred, something delicate that only he could say, and he decided to do whatever it took to have Lin Ling by his side. But he couldn't just show up at Lin Ling's workplace and take him away—although he wanted to—he had to be patient and think of a plan.
After reviewing his opinions, he decided that a short thank-you letter was a good start.
Every time his Lin Ling finished a job, he made sure a letter was delivered to him. But that wasn't enough; he needed to take the next step.
He did everything he could to finally meet him in person, praising his work and saying that his scripts and ideas were the best, partly because it was true and partly so that his plan work. And so, after weeks, when he suggested the idea of bringing him to the sets with the excuse that he wanted everything to be perfect, Miss J allowed it.
When the day finally came to meet his beloved, he couldn't contain his excitement, so much so that when he finally saw him, he rushed to be the first to welcome him. “Oh God, he's even more beautiful in person,” was the first thing Nice thought as he looked at Lin Ling, who had a confused and skeptical expression on his face. “Cute,” Nice praised Lin Ling again in his mind.
He enjoyed that first day so much.
Everything was going wonderfully. He knew that Lin Ling knew that the way he was treating him meant something more, and when he least expected it, Lin Ling returned his flirting, tender smiles, and intense looks. Once, he blew him a kiss, discreetly, somewhat awkwardly, and immediately turned away, embarrassed.
The color on Nice's cheeks was a sight to behold.
He felt he was making progress, but once again, when he least expected it, Lin Ling ignored him, no greeting, no smile, no glance. Nice felt sad, angry, obsessive was the best word to describe how he felt.
He wondered if he had done something to upset him. Until then, his Lin Ling didn't seem bothered by his flirting. Maybe he got tired of it being just flirting, maybe someone threatened him to ignore him, maybe he found someone else. Ideas came and went in Nice's mind. He tried to get closer, but Lin Ling always ran away from him.
He kept smiling, as he always did; it was his job. But when the camera stopped capturing his every expression, he allowed himself to show his feelings. His smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. He was upset, of course he was. Something was going on with his little publicist, and he was determined to find out what it was. He just needed to be alone with him.
Lin Ling hated the insistence with which Nice looked at him, it made his mission to ignore him more difficult, he tried to hate the power he had over him. And just for that, if he allowed himself to think a little, it was what he loved about Nice. Having someone so desperate, so hungry for his attention, made him feel special, loved. Perhaps it was that same feeling that drove him to continue with that game of flirting.
One day, which began like any other after the phone call from his boss, he avoided Nice as best he could, until someone asked him to take some things to Nice's dressing room. The hero was in the middle of a photo shoot, so he didn't worry about running into him. He entered the dressing room, left the things where he was told to, and turned to leave, but instead he froze when he saw the person blocking the only exit.
Nice stared intently into his eyes. “When did he come in?” Ling thought as he looked expectantly at the hero. He began to approach him with confident steps, causing Lin Ling to back up a few steps until he felt the cold wall behind him. Nice continued until there was only one step between them.
Suddenly, Nice cornered him against the wall, using his arms to prevent him from escaping.
“Why are you ignoring me?” the hero asked quickly, his face showing his need for an answer, anything to calm his need to know, to ease his doubts.
The poor Lin Ling blinked in confusion, suddenly unable to speak.“What the hell?” was all he could think.
“Don't you find me attractive anymore? I've seen how you look at me, how you blush,” Nice said with a mischievous smile.
He didn't know what to say, he didn't know how to defend himself, how to lie. Yes, it was true that he was flirting with Nice, but it wasn't like it was anything serious, just... something casual, a little whim he allowed himself to enjoy, right?
“And you keep ignoring me,” Nice sighed as he tilted his head slightly. “I guess I should have been more direct with my intentions from the start.”
At that point, Lin Ling's brain stopped working, and felt his face getting hotter with every passing second. Only a miracle could get him out of this situation.
And that miracle came in the form of a female scream, a very angry one.
“NICE! Idiot, stop harassing the staff!”
The hero just rolled his eyes as the woman, whom Lin Ling recognized as Nice's manager, spoke again. “Get back on set,” she demanded in a voice that could only be compared to an angry mother.
“I'm in the middle of something important,” Nice finally spoke, with evident irritation in his voice.
“Now,” the woman ordered, having the final say, and Lin Ling could imagine that she had adopted the classic posture of parents scolding their children.
“Okay, I'll go back,” Nice paused to hold our unfortunate Lin Ling's chin and then whispered, “And this time, you better not ignore me.” Nice winked at him and turned to leave with her manager following close behind, still yelling at him.
Lin Ling bet his face was as red as a tomato, if not redder. He felt his heart beating so fast that he thought it would explode at any moment.
Before he could return to the set, he received another call from his boss, who demanded his ass back to his desk. Apparently, he had been reported again, and this time they didn't want him on set anymore; he would no longer attend sessions, recordings, or write scripts for Nice. His boss called him several humiliating names and, as if that weren't enough, gave him extra work.
After the call, Lin Ling felt disappointed, leaned his head against the wall, and looked up. He needed a moment to think, scold himself, and pull himself together. He let out a long sigh, and when he finally felt he had regained some dignity, he left.
He gathered his things and walked toward the exit. He thought about saying goodbye to Nice, but quickly dismissed it as a stupid idea. With that last thought, he crossed the exit and went straight to his boring job.
Knowing his boss, the extra work was projects that his co-workers hadn't turned in or had done poorly, work that would normally take a couple of weeks, but that he would have to do, hopefully, in three days.
Two days, he didn't sleep for two days, his eyes irritated from staring at his computer for hours and his head feeling like it had been torn apart, as if his brain had been taken out, liquefied, and put back into his head.
He had just sent the last projects, so he allowed himself to rest for a while. He stared at the keyboard in front of him and convinced himself that it would be comfortable enough to sleep on, but a few minutes passed before a sound next to him woke him up.
A colleague from the same department, whose name he couldn't bothered to remember, left a bouquet of flowers next to him. Lin Ling gave him a tired look, waiting for him to speak. “I was about to take the elevator when the receptionist told me to give you this,” the other man explained with a somewhat uncomfortable expression, which then changed to a strange one. “And we thought you were lonelier than a louse on a bald man's head.”
Lin Ling just smiled awkwardly until his brain finally decided to wake up, “Wait, we?”. Before he could ask, his co-wo had already left. He looked around and noticed the stares of his co-workers. Lin Ling decided to act calm, stopping to look more closely at the flowers, discreetly covering them as a signal for them to stop looking at it.
He didn't know if it had worked, and he was too tired to check, so he focused all his attention on the flowers in front of him. They were white roses, all the same size, and he dared to think that if he counted the petals, all the flowers would have the same number. “Perfects,” Lin Ling whispered to himself, and he had an idea who had sent them. To confirm his suspicions, he read the card in the middle of the bouquet:
“Why did you leave me?” signed by N.
Lin Ling was grateful that his colleagues weren't so nosy, because at that moment his face was red.
Those were the first of many flowers.
Job after job, day after day, flower after flower, Lin Ling swore that if he received another bouquet, his small apartment would turn into a flower shop.
But he no longer received flowers, at least not at work, since his boss fired him for not being able to control his personal life, although Lin Ling knew that he would take any excuse to fire him. At least he gave him his last paycheck.
What he found when he arrived at his apartment was unexpected. A girl, the same one who had given him the letters that started all this, was waiting for him at the entrance. And with her was an envelope, a contract as an assistant—AKA a position to cover up the heroes' partners—was offered to him.
That day, Lin Ling learned new things:
One, the girl—better known as T—Miss J's assistant, was Moon's girlfriend.
Two, all that flirting with Nice was real.
Three, he also wanted it to be real.
He arrived at the heroes' tower and was greeted by a manager glaring at him, a Moon looking at him curiously, and an excited Nice, who hugged him so tightly that he felt his lungs begging for air.
“I'm so happy to see you again, Lin Ling,” said the excited hero, mentioning his name in a voice that was too intimate, which Lin Ling claimed made him fall for him immediately.
And so he did, Lin Ling immediately fell for his charisma, because let's be honest, who could resist?
Meeting the man behind the hero's perfection was a dream come true, as was meeting Moon and his girlfriend. They get along immediately, and their jokes about how silly he and Nice looked were something he would always treasure. As for Miss J, only time made her grow fond of him, always wondering in small talks how someone like Lin Ling could fall for an idiot like Nice.
In total, it took nine months for Nice and Lin Ling to formalize their relationship, counting all the months that Nice sent him letters, they flirted, and got to know each other.
A beautiful love story with a cute ending.
So what was Lin Ling doing on the roof of the building where Nice had just participated in a interview program, with Nice himself on top of him, devouring his mouth in a desperate kiss?
Right on the day of their first anniversary as a couple.
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The day began with Lin Ling and T waking up before their respective partners, getting ready for the activities on their schedules, because even though their jobs were just a cover, Miss J gave them some responsibilities.
That day would be less busy, thanks to Miss J's consideration—and several pleas from Nice—for his and Lin Ling's first anniversary as a couple. The female couple, especially Moon, were grateful to Lin Ling for being with the idiot of Nice.
First, the fake hero couple would have to follow their respective exercise routines, then record several promos, combined with short breaks to learn the script prepared by Miss J for a new nighttime show, and they would end their day with their appearance on that show.
Everything went according to plan, without any mishaps or problems.
The problems would appear right on the show, which, it should be mentioned, is based on showing different love stories, and what better way to premiere the show than with the most beloved hero couple of the moment.
The show began with the host welcoming the viewers, both those in the studio and those watching from their screens. She introduced the guests of the night, being the signal for Nice and Moon to appear and sit in their respective seats while showing their best smiles.
Lin Ling and T were enjoying the show, watching their partners do their best with their affectionate responses and sweet gestures. But what they didn't know about the program—something that was added at the last minute to stand out from other programs—was that they would randomly choose people from the forum to kiss each other. Just a simple kiss.
Throughout the program, four couples were chosen, and as was common with Lin Ling's misfortunes, one of the couples chosen was him... and T.
Lin Ling didn't know if it was nervousness, the desire to get it over with, or social pressure that led him to stand still as he looked at the camera in front of him. He heard the host saying something like, “Come on, don't be shy!” and the audience shouting in approval. He felt hands on his face and T's lips on his.
“Oh! It looks like we have a couple,” the audience's cheers gradually subsided as the presenter's voice became audible. “Cute, don't you think?” The audience cheered in approval, “Well, back to...”
Lin Ling felt his world closing in on him. He stopped paying attention to his surroundings and came to a quick conclusion: they were screwed. Or rather, he was screwed.
After the awkward kiss between the most unexpected people, Lin Ling swore he was a dead man after Moon looked at him as if she wanted to kill him.
It was the end for him, finished off by his idol.
T looked at his worried face, let out a small laugh, and assured him that it was no problem, if anyone turned up dead in the morning, it would be her. Not only because his girlfriend also gave her a deadly look, but also because of Nice, who for a moment looked like he was going to kill her right then and there.
When the program ended, Miss J gathered them in the dressing room assigned to them. The tension and discomfort in the air flooded the room as soon as they closed the door.
Miss J sighed wearily, somewhat annoyed at not being informed of the small change. She crossed her arms thoughtfully, letting her expression slowly change —a sign that she had found a solution— then looked at the two couples and broke the silence in the room. “Even with the small surprise, it turned out better than I expected.”
“Better in what way? Now they'll think Lin Ling is T's partner,” Nice complained as he possessively put his hand on the waist of a nervous Lin Ling, who had remained silent next to his boyfriend until then.
Faced with this obvious display of jealousy, two of the three women in the room burst into giggles in a show of reconciliation. “Save your jealousy for another time and focus on the benefits,” Miss J stopped paying attention to them and looked at her tablet, “that kiss gets rid of the speculation about what kind of relationship you all have.”
“Isn't it enough that Moon and I are faking a relationship?” Nice asked indignantly. Even though it had been a small kiss, the hero was known for being possessive of what belonged to him. And Lin Ling was his most precious possession.
“Nice, let me remind you that when our relationship was announced, your fans were surprised that you weren't gay,” Moon recalled the moment with amusement in her voice. “And they were also surprised to learn that you were the lucky one,” T added, laughing as she remembered those times.
Yueqing was known for her travel blogs. For a while, her fans could see in her videos that Yueqing was the one operating the camera, until in several videos people could see someone else accompanying her, always behind the camera while Yueqing did different activities or talked about the place she was traveling to.
Rumors spread that it was her partner. Some said it was a guy, others said it was a girl. That debate continued until the news of Nice and Moon's relationship came to the light.
“Even the hashtag 'Nice x Wreck' was trending again because of the fight you had two days ago,” T almost always followed online trends, if anyone asked him, the debates about Nice's orientation were on par with fans asking about the next step in Nice and Moon's relationship.
“The point is, with that kiss, there will be no speculation when they see you two together or see us together.” Nice was still upset. Benefits? He didn't care about them. All he wanted at that moment was to wipe Lin Ling's lips clean of that awful kiss.
Moon recognized the look Nice was giving Lin Ling, so to put an end to the whole kissing issue, she cleared her throat, getting Nice's attention. “T and I have to get ready for an event,” she explained quickly as she got up from where she had been sitting with T. “See you tomorrow,” T said goodbye, following his girlfriend.
The room was silent for a while. Lin Ling remained quiet, but his head was filled with his own voice, feeling Nice's hand weighing heavily on his side.
“You two,” Nice and Lin Ling turned their gaze to Miss J, “go ahead and wait for me in the car.” Nice started to walk away when Miss J's voice was heard again, “Straight to the car, did you hear me, Nice?” Nice looked at her for a moment and smiled, which was nothing more than a confrontation, a 'so what if I don't?'
Miss J held his gaze, like a mother confronting her rebellious teenage son, and like any mother, she made Nice look away first.
Lin Ling hurried nervously to keep up with Nice's furious pace. He gave Miss J a apologetic look, receiving a less harsh look in return, as if to say not to worry. And with that small interaction, Lin Ling left.
He walked down the narrow hallway until he reached the elevator, where Nice was standing with one foot in the doorway to keep it from closing. He was waiting for him. Lin Ling swallowed hard. He was nervous, expectant, but not because he was expecting a fight. Nice never fought. Did he complain? Yes, a lot, but he never went beyond that. What he was expecting was something dirtier, something he wouldn't admit to unless Nice forced him to.
Because in these kinds of situations, where Nice had reached his maximum limit of jealousy, they always found themselves in the same situation.
On the one hand, a manager three jealous attacks away from quitting, on the other, a hero who needed to reclaim the most precious thing he had, and finally, a fake assistant who, under the guise of someone embarrassed by his boyfriend's behavior, enjoyed the possessive sex that came later when they were alone.
Call him crazy, deranged, perhaps selfish for using others, for getting too close, for staying longer than was considered normal, just to get Nice to fuck him.
Moon, T, and Miss classified all those actions as those of someone who doesn't know personal space, but Nice, Nice knew that wasn't the case. At first, when that behavior was unintentional, Nice just waited until they were in his apartment to hug Lin Ling for hours.
But Lin Ling wanted more, needed more. They had done it several times, he enjoyed it, Nice cared more about satisfying him than seeking his own pleasure. But from the first time Nice blinded by jealousy, forgot about the hugs and instead took him to a cleaning closet and made him his.
The difference this time was that he didn't do anything, he hadn't even planned anything, it took him totally by surprise, but in the end the result would be the same, the one he wanted.
Lin Ling stood right next to Nice, who moved his foot away, letting the elevator doors close. The button for the floor they were going to was already pressed.
The two men looked ahead. At one point during the descent, Lin Ling looked at his partner's reflection in the metal doors, scanning him, waiting for him to do something.
Nice, at his side, had a tense jaw and slightly furrowed eyebrows. He didn't even flinch at Lin Ling's gaze, nor did he dare to look at him. Maybe they wouldn't do anything, they wouldn't escape or sneak away, maybe he would have compassion and wait until they got to the apartment. After all, today was their first anniversary as a couple.
Then Nice spoke, barely a whisper as his gaze remained fixed ahead, “Why did you let her kiss you?” . Lin Ling blinked once, twice, three times, processing his question. “It took me by surprise, Nice,” he replied as best he could, moving his hands slightly in a sign of nervousness. Nice's mouth twisted into a sneer, incredulous at the answer. It took him by surprise? He didn't buy that story.
Lin Ling looked at the sneer. Of course he looked at it. Nice didn't believe him. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh at the obvious karma for all the times he had made him jealous. He lowered his head, thinking about the best way to approach the situation: defend himself, ignore him, or take advantage of the situation.
The day had been a bit boring. It wouldn't be bad to have a little fun.
Right?
“Your attitude is tiring me out, Nice. Can we go home and solve things like adults, please?” He feigned exhaustion, playing innocent. He just needed to push Nice’s limits and he would get his reward. He felt his body get excited in anticipation, waiting, begging for the body next to him to break and drag him with it into the abyss.
The reflection in the elevator showed that Nice had turned his head, looking directly at him. He raised his gaze slightly and saw that they had just reached their destination, the doors were opening, and he was about to start walking. But Nice was faster, using his body to block his path, pressing a button to close the doors, and then another to lock them.
“My attitude? Resolving things like adults? Darling, I’m not the one rubbing up against other people like a slut.” Lin Ling opened his eyes slightly in surprise, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment, feeling his fantasy become reality.
How grateful he was that this elevator had no cameras.
He opened his mouth slightly, trying to say something, and again, Nice was quicker, “We don't need to go home, Lin Ling. We'll resolve things here and now.”
Nice walked toward Lin Ling, closing the distance between them, staring intently at her boyfriend. His hand raised, moving toward Lin Ling's cheek, stopping just millimeters away, leaving a sensation of warmth on his skin. Seconds passed before Nice decided to move his hand back, brushing his ear, reaching the nape, caressing the hair, bringing his face closer to Lin Ling's. Their lips touched, their breath mingled, their breathing became heavy. Lin Ling closed his eyes in anticipation, but instead, he felt a hand closing tightly on his hair, pulling him back.
A pitiful moan escaped his lips, his eyes opened slightly, his gaze focusing on Nice and his damn proud, triumphant, perfect smile.
Nice tempted him again, brushing his lips once more, pulling Lin Ling's body closer with his free hand. Instead, Lin Ling felt intoxicated, intoxicated by Nice, by what he was doing, by how he touched him. He could finally feel Nice's lips on his when a shout stopped him.
“GET OUT OF THE ELEVATOR NOW!” someone just outside the elevator shouted angrily, banging hard on the doors.
Nice, annoyed, looked at the button-filled panel, released his grip on Lin Ling, and pressed the button for the top floor.
They felt the elevator move, heard a curse fade away, and looked at each other again. Now with a new desire, an overflowing lust, now without interruption, Nice pounced on Lin Ling, who bumped into one of the elevator walls and wrapped his arms around Nice's neck. Their lips finally came together in a messy kiss, their teeth clashing, their tongues dancing to the rhythm of their gasps. Nice wasted no time and allowed himself to go through the layers of clothing, heading for Lin Ling's butt, squeezing the warm flesh compared to his cold hands.
Another moan, more scandalous, was intercepted by Nice's mouth. Lin Ling felt his body burn, a small but intense tingling invaded his lower area, he was hard.
Lin Ling broke the kiss to catch for air, taking the chance to ask, “What about Miss J?” he whispered, panting.
Nice let out a sharp laugh, one of his hands leave its position and fell gently on his chin. “Do you really care about her, Lin Ling? Do you?” he replied with more questions.
Seeing that Lin Ling had nothing to say, he reaffirmed his stance, “That's what I thought.” He removed his hand from his cheek and placed two fingers in front of Lin Ling's lips, “Don't waste our time, Lin Ling.” The other looked at the fingers in front of him for a second, then brought them to his mouth, covering them with saliva, sucking on them, using his tongue to do it better.
Nice removed his fingers, feeling electric waves run through his body, seeing how his order was carried out with fervent enthusiasm.
His fingers, now covered in saliva, made their way to his beloved's hole. He slowly inserted one, imposing a slow back-and-forth motion, too slow for Lin Ling's liking, who clung to the shoulders of the hero in front of him, letting small moans and gasps escape from his mouth.
He slid another finger in, feeling the warmth of Lin Ling's insides surround him. He wished this were easier, but something in him also enjoyed this, the game, the possessiveness, the perversion of having sex where someone could see them, could hear Lin Ling begging and screaming his name.
His dick was starting to hurt, the pressure from his suit was deliciously painful, he really needed to be inside Lin Ling.
He looked away, watching as the number of floors increased quickly. His mind began to think of possibilities; he had to decrease the interruptions and increase the wait.
And he already had something in mind.
The grip on his shoulders intensified, he felt Lin Ling thrusting towards his fingers.
Lin Ling rested his head on the hero's shoulder, taking a breath. He felt his orgasm building inside him; he just needed to move a little more and he would get it.
“You look so good, Lin Ling, gasping for more with just a few fingers.” He closed his eyes, feeling the words make his own dick vibrate. “You’re so desperate that your ass can’t help but eat my fingers.” He stopped wiggling his hips, letting his body feel the shame mixed with lust.
“I'll give you what you want, you just have to be patient,” he kissed Nice's lips needily, hoping Nice would hurry up.
And as if the universe had a personal problem with Lin Ling, the elevator opened its doors on the marked floor. The hero pulled his fingers out in one swift motion. “N-Nice!”, he let out a small shout of surprise. What was that idiot up to now?
Nice’s hand grabbed his wrist, pulling him hurriedly out of the elevator. He let himself be dragged by the hero through the hallways, heading straight for a door that led to the roof.
Were they going to have sex there? Unbelievable. Unbelievable, new, and very exciting.
They went through another door, greeted by the cold night air. Nice pulled him toward him, pressing their bodies together, accompanied by wet kisses, bumping into the nearest parapet, using one hand to bring their pelvises together. Lin Ling bit his lower lip to keep a scream from escaping his mouth.
The hero's hands tore off every piece of clothing, leaving them aside, exposing their skin to the air that rushed through the city.
Lin Ling lay back on the concrete, feeling its coldness. Watching as Nice moved between his legs and his fingers ran over his thighs.
His legs were lifted onto Nice's shoulders, resting on them. His fingers gripped the edge of the wall and he held his breath for a moment as he felt the head of Nice's cock at his entrance.
But there was no intrusion. Suddenly, the hero leaned over him, causing his knees to touch his chest. Nice smiled mockingly before thrusting his cock all the way in, rubbing Lin Ling's prostate.
“Ni-Nice, please!” His body tried to twist, arch, any movement that would help stimulate the pressure in his belly.
“You're mine,” Nice whispered over his lips. Pulling out almost completely, only to thrust back in and hit the bundle of nerves.
“You always have been.” Another thrust. Lin Ling tightened his grip on the cement, feeling his fingers go numb from the force used.
“No one can touch you like I do.” He tilted his head to one side, exposing the skin on his neck. Nice took advantage and attacked the bare skin, biting it, leaving marks that would be difficult to remove.
“No one can make you moan like I do.” His moans became the only thing Nice could hear.Enjoying how his name came out of his trembling lips.
“Nic... Nice,” Lin Ling's broken voice tried to beg for his orgasm. Pre-cum stained part of his belly. “No one is better than me, Lin Ling,” the hero stopped, leaving half of his cock inside the wet hole, barely grazing his prostate.
“Who do you belong to?” gasps escaped Nice, also close to his orgasm. His blue eyes registered every expression Lin Ling made, recording them in his memory.
Lin Ling met Nice's gaze, understanding that he would not move until he said what he so badly wanted to hear. “Yo- you,” barely a whisper escaped, hoping Nice would hear him.
Nice moved a little, just a little, unconvinced by the words coming out of his boyfriend's mouth. “To you!” Lin Ling spoke louder, desperate, slowly moving his hips toward Nice.
Nice stopped the movement, gripping the skin tightly. Lin Ling's eyes clouded over, one of his hands moving to try to remove Nice's hand. It was so unfair, he felt it so close. He put aside any dignity he had left inside him and shouted with all his might, “I'm yours! Damn it... I'm yours!”
Lin Ling looked at the big smile forming on Nice's face, satisfied with the answer he had given. The dick inside him moved deep inside, quickly pulling out and sinking back into him.
“I'm... I'm...” His words turned into lewd noises, his hips moving up and down desperately, moving toward Nice to receive everything he had to offer.
His moans mingled with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Nice's thrusts began to be erratic, sometimes pulling out to the head of his cock, sometimes halfway, desperate to reach his own release.
A few more thrusts were enough to make Lin Ling's torso arch, letting a silent moan escape his lips as his orgasm spread through his stomach and chest, while he listened to Nice panting above him as his semen stained his insides.
His eyes clouded over for a moment, turning the lights shining brightly beneath them into small blurry flashes. His breathing returned to normal with each passing second. His body was moved gently, Nice's hands adjusting his legs.
He lifted his head to look at Nice, who adjusted his suit, putting his dick back in place. His heart fluttered as he watched him walk away. To his relief, Nice walked toward him with his clothes in his arms. And to his nervousness, Nice used his shirt to clean him up.
He leaned on her elbows, frowning, “Hey! How am I supposed to cover myself up?”. Nice stood up, cleaning part of his stained suit. Lin Ling kicked without much effort, shouting, “What will people think if they see us!”.
Nice finally looked at him, with his bright eyes and mischievous smile, declaring innocently, “ that you're mine.” Lin Ling quickly stood up, ignoring the numbness in her legs from the position they were in, grabbing his remaining clothes before the hero could think of doing anything else. “I'm dead serious, Miss J will kill us,” he finished putting on his jeans, looking annoyed at Nice.
Nice threw the stained shirt aside, feeling another kick, harder than the last, hitting his ankle. And under her boyfriend's annoyed gaze, he took off his cape, covering Lin Lin
Feeling the cape surround him, his hands clung to the warmth it offered, softening his anger at the hero. Nice must have seen the blush on his cheeks, his smile widened, and he said sweetly, “You look good.” He cupped his face and pressed his lips to his in a small kiss, caressing his cheekbones with his thumbs.
Nice broke the kiss, barely pulling away, whispering, “They won't see us, because they won't be able to.” He moved to his side, bending down just enough to support himself and carry him in his arms. Lin Ling sighed, accepting the idea of Nice carrying him. He had to be quick if he didn't want anyone to see them.
“We still have time to celebrate,” Nice offered, transforming his tender smile into a mischievous one. Lin Ling mimicked his smile, playing along, “You'd better take off this stupid suit.” “Only if you do, honey,” Nice replied with feigned sensuality, enjoying Lin Ling's laughter.
Lin Ling rested his head on the hero's shoulder. He looked at his face, his lips, his eyes, his white hair, he looked at him, at Nice, his partner. He reviewed their entire history in seconds, like a movie in his mind, reliving the beginnings of their relationship and imagining a future together. Nice felt the weight of his gaze, searching with his eyes for an answer to his sudden thoughtfulness, asking, “Do I have something on my face?”
Lin Ling lifted his head and kissed Nice on the cheek, reminding him of the importance of this day, “Happy anniversary, Nice.” He showed a beautiful pink blush on his pale skin, standing still on the shore, not expecting the kiss. But he didn't complain, he kissed his forehead and replied, “Happy Anniversary, Lin Ling,” emphasizing his name, pronouncing it with that special tone he only used with him. Lin Ling smiled lovingly, settling into the arms that held him, wanting to get to the apartment already and snuggle up against his boyfriend's warm body. Nice seemed to be thinking the same thing because after the words left his mouth, he levitated a few inches above the shore, preparing to take them to their apartment.
And so the couple of idiots in love, satisfied, with a young night ahead of them, and with their hearts beating for each other; they left toward the Hero Tower.
Notes:
I need to be more honest about how long it will take me to write a fanfic. The reason this chapter was delayed was because of my embarrassing discomfort with writing smut, but in the end, I'm proud of the final product.
I also made you a little fan art as an apology.
My artistic skills are like a fish's, but I wanted to try. I swear that next time I'll use Gacha Life.💀I just hope you liked it. Any errors or corrections are welcome.
See you in a month or two.👋👋👋
Really, i hope you all like it, cause the next one is going to be angst.
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