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Time Photo Studio was a business during the day and a home during the night. With a clear glass filled with water in his hand, Cheng Xiaoshi ensured all the lights were turned off, the studio was properly locked up, and headed to the staircase with a small yawn. The boards creaked as he ascended, but it was numb to his ears after the many years of living there with his boyfriend who helped him run the business. Then there was his sister, Qiao Ling, of course, but she lived elsewhere.
He trekked up the stairs and reached the top. Sitting on the edge of the bottom bunk bed was his boyfriend, feet drawn up in a crossed position as he scratched his chin and stared down at his phone. He approached him and raised his foot up high to tap his knee.
“What are you looking at?” Cheng Xiaoshi questioned. “Did something happen?” he asked.
“No,” Lu Guang answered plainly. He scratched his white hair then and chucked aside his phone. His head tilted back to look at Cheng Xiaoshi looming over him. “Nothing that has to deal with us.”
“What does it have to deal with?” Cheng Xiaoshi pressed. He set the water down on a nightstand near the bed and plopped down beside Lu Guang. With a lean, he rested his chin on his shoulder. “Can I make it better, Guangguang?”
Lu Guang shrugged his shoulders to shimmy Cheng Xiaoshi off. “We had sex last night,” he deadpanned.
Cheng Xiaoshi frowned. “I’m a starving man, and you’re going to keep starving me?” he asked in a grumble. He reached over and poked Lu Guang in the stomach. “If we did it last night, you must still be good to go,” he whispered. Lu Guang slapped his hand away.
“Cheng Xiaoshi.”
“Baby,” Cheng Xiaoshi said with a grin. “Please.”
Lu Guang gave a defeated sigh. He turned his head to Cheng Xiaoshi. The puppy-look in the wavering brown eyes always beat him down. He couldn’t help but give in to his boyfriend. Besides, it wasn’t as if Lu Guang was being completely serious about not wanting Cheng Xiaoshi. He always wanted Cheng Xiaoshi. No matter what or how, he wanted Cheng Xiaoshi to be his. His actions proved that much.
He raised a hand and placed it on Cheng Xiaoshi’s cheek. Leaning over, he brushed his lips into Cheng Xiaoshi’s mouth. And just like that, Cheng Xiaoshi took his invitation and ran with it.
Cheng Xiaoshi rose off the bed and turned his body, pushing on his boyfriend’s shoulders, pinning his back to the bed. He found his lips, fitting them together in the comfortable, familiar way, and kissed him. They had kissed a million times before. Cheng Xiaoshi wondered when it would finally take on a different feeling. When would Lu Guang taste or feel unlike their first?
It had been years, yet Lu Guang still tasted and felt the same way, like a warm cushion that Cheng Xiaoshi could fall asleep on forever, like a safe padding that would never leave his side. Lu Guang’s lips were a sweet treat Cheng Xiaoshi would never share.
They were active. More active than most. It was the prime of their relationship, being young adults filled with new desires, hormones, and emotions. They had toys and lubricant, and they played around and explored.
Cheng Xiaoshi’s hands touched Lu Guang. He leaned over him, kneeling between his boyfriend’s legs, and licked into his mouth. His hands guided up his shirt, feeling the way Lu Guang twitched when he touched him. He kissed the corner of Lu Guang’s mouth while he trailed off of it, exploring to his neck. His hands busied down below, finding the waistband of Lu Guang’s loose bottoms.
He pulled them down along with the underwear, getting them off swiftly. Cheng Xiaoshi dropped them to the floor as he sat up on his knees and tugged his shirt off over his head.
“Guangguang, baby,” Cheng Xiaoshi cooed, placing his hands on Lu Guang’s knees and pulling them apart. “I was messing around earlier. Do you need me to prepare you?” he asked. Cheng Xiaoshi leaned away for a minute, heading for the same nightstand that held his untouched glass of water. He retrieved a bottle of lubricant that was nearing its last use. It gasped for air when he poured the remainder.
“Mm, a little,” Lu Guang hummed. He threw an arm over his face and sighed. “A little bit.”
“M’kay.” Cheng Xiaoshi ran his tongue on his bottom lip as he rubbed the slippery substance between his fingertips. He placed his clean hand on Lu Guang’s knee and his other hand went to his bottom, pressing in two fingers from the start. Lu Guang’s chest rose with a sharp inhale.
“Take it, baby. Relax and take it,” Cheng Xiaoshi whispered, scissoring his fingers inside the warmth. He pressed his fingers down inside of him, listening to the way Lu Guang’s breath shook. Lu Guang loosened up quickly.
They had done it the night before. Lu Guang did not need much. Cheng Xiaoshi pulled away to take off the rest of his clothes. He stroked his cock a few times as he got back into position. The remainder of the lube in the bottle went onto his cock.
He pressed the tip against the stretched hole and paused to lean over. Cheng Xiaoshi kissed Lu Guang’s cheek and then stole his lips before he pushed his cock in. Lu Guang gasped into his mouth. His arms instinctively came around Cheng Xiaoshi’s shoulders. He dropped his head back.
“Gah, fuck,” Lu Guang hissed.
“Feel good, baby?” Cheng Xiaoshi whispered. “Fuck, I think you feel good. So good. Great even,” he continued, praising as he thrust in. He started slow, his hips moving at a pace that was torture for someone who was desperate to feel him. And Lu Guang was desperate.
“You talk so much,” Lu Guang whined. He pulled his arm down, throwing them down to the sides to grip into the sheets below him. Cheng Xiaoshi kept thrusting, fucking him deep, with three weak thrusts before a fourth stronger one. Every fourth thrust, Lu Guang would moan, and drop his head back, and tighten his hold in the sheets. Subconsciously, his hole squeezed Cheng Xiaoshi’s cock tightly, making Cheng Xiaoshi moan from above him.
“Guangguang,” Cheng Xiaoshi huffed. “Your grip.” He fisted beside Lu Guang’s hips against the comforters, swinging his hips but slowly losing momentum as he felt himself getting ready to cum. Lu Guang scratched the back of Cheng Xiaoshi’s neck. Not in a pleasured, desperate way, but to push Cheng Xiaoshi over the edge. And it worked. Cheng Xiaoshi’s neck was sensitive.
When Cheng Xiaoshi topped, he fucked well. His body was stronger than it looked. He had a good swing and aim with his hips. Lu Guang was torn apart nearly every time. He felt so damn good, and Lu Guang could never figure out how he was so good. All he could do was let him fuck the pleasure straight into him.
Lu Guang tugged him down into a kiss, letting the moans go directly into Cheng Xiaoshi’s mouth instead. Cheng Xiaoshi’s thrusts staggered and slowed, but he kissed Lu Guang back. He hummed against his mouth, whining as he fucked him, whining as he got closer.
Suddenly, Cheng Xiaoshi whimpered as he pulled out and leaned over Lu Guang, collapsing on top of him as he came on their stomachs.
A laugh came from him as he sat up. Cheng Xiaoshi swept his hair back and smiled. “Guangguang, you got tighter after you complained. Are you sure you don’t like it? Hey—!”
Lu Guang grabbed Cheng Xiaoshi’s wrist. He pushed him down on the bed, Cheng Xiaoshi’s feet swung over the edge, and Lu Guang dropped to his knees on the floor in front of him. His mouth went to his sensitive cock, licking up left over cum. The taste locked onto his tongue as he dragged the cock back into his throat. Cheng Xiaoshi shuddered.
“L, Lu Guang,” he whined. “Wait, I’m sensitive.” His fingers dove into Lu Guang’s white hair. Lu Guang kept his mouth on Cheng Xiaoshi. He had one hand gripping Cheng Xiaoshi’s hip, and his other hand slid into the mess of cum on his stomach. Lu Guang improvised from their empty lube bottle. He used the cum and dragged his touch down Cheng Xiaoshi’s inner thigh to his hole.
Lu Guang switched them, beginning to finger Cheng Xiaoshi with his own cum. Cheng Xiaoshi whined from the double pleasure that he felt, and he had cum moments before too. It was overstimulating. His foot kicked up, ankle resting on Lu Guang’s shoulder. While Lu Guang had received the other night, Cheng Xiaoshi did not. Lu Guang took more time preparing him than Cheng Xiaoshi had.
But he moved quickly, and Cheng Xiaoshi’s body was weak and opened up to him. He moved three fingers inside of him while keeping his cock snug in his mouth, tip rubbing in the back of his throat. Kneeling in front of the mattress, Lu Guang continued to finger Cheng Xiaoshi open as he rubbed himself, getting himself closer to his own orgasm.
The pleasure made him choke on the thick, sensitive cock. He released him from his mouth. Lu Guang stood up with a shake and leaned over Cheng Xiaoshi. He aimed his cum toward Cheng Xiaoshi’s hole.
“Ah,” Cheng Xiaoshi gasped with a laugh. “There’s no lube left?” he asked.
“You used it all for me,” Lu Guang deadpanned. “You always use too much.” His voice was a little rough from the cock that had been in his mouth.
Cheng Xiaoshi pouted. He grabbed a pillow, slid it under his head, and frowned at Lu Guang, who pressed his tip against his hole. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“So, now I have to worry about it,” Lu Guang muttered, leaning over him. He conjured up some spit in his mouth too, letting it drop down on his cock ready to press in.
Cheng Xiaoshi smiled and put his hands on Lu Guang’s face. “You won’t hurt me, Guangguang.” He paused and said, “I don’t think. You came a lot.”
Lu Guang smiled at him before he pushed in all the way, leaving no mercy. Not when Cheng Xiaoshi was so confident he could take him. Cheng Xiaoshi cried out, and his nails dug into Lu Guang’s shoulder. He whimpered; he clawed; he scratched. His body squirmed in overstimulation.
When Cheng Xiaoshi topped, he was talkative and a little annoying. He pointed out every little thing. He wanted to hear every little thing. He teased, coaxed, and focused on giving. But when he bottomed, he turned into putty, letting Lu Guang grab ahold of his hips and fuck into him until Lu Guang decided it was time to stop. Cheng Xiaoshi would never stop wanting the way Lu Guang felt inside of him.
Lu Guang did just that. His hands placed on his hips, and he fucked into him. He was slightly ruthless, but it was the way Cheng Xiaoshi liked it. How Lu Guang took a dominant switch and made his legs go numb. Cheng Xiaoshi whimpered as Lu Guang drove his cock into him.
He shook as he sat up. Cheng Xiaoshi used both hands behind him to keep upright, looking Lu Guang in the eyes as he fucked him. It made everything so much more intimate, and it made it feel better, somehow, making eye contact with him. The new angle inside of him and the look; how he had already cum once, got a blowjob, and was fingered open. Cheng Xiaoshi’s mind was becoming a muddled mess.
“Baby, ah,” Cheng Xiaoshi whined. He reached over and gripped Lu Guang’s shoulder. “Fuck. More.”
He still spoke a lot when on the receiving end, but it shifted from confident dominant to shaking submission. His words began to beg and cry.
Lu Guang thrust hard, sending the iron frame against the wall with a thud each time. They were lucky to have their own building. Cheng Xiaoshi was not a quiet person either.
Under Lu Guang, he became undone too. His body was well-spent, overly sensitive, and ready to cum again. He whined and scratched his nails down Lu Guang’s sweaty chest.
“Lu Guang,” Cheng Xiaoshi gasped. “Again. I’m cumming again—mgh!” He bit down on his bottom lip. And Lu Guang leaned over, fucking him through his last seconds before he came. His tongue pushed past through and entered his mouth, drinking in Cheng Xiaoshi’s moans as he finished once again. Lu Guang, feeling Cheng Xiaoshi’s hole tighten around him, followed too with a groan into his mouth, his hips stiffening and going still.
He pulled out and fell onto the bed beside him. Side by side, they caught their breaths.
Lu Guang eventually sighed and turned over, slinging an arm over Cheng Xiaoshi’s chest. Cheng Xiaoshi laughed.
“Mind you, I’m going to be ten times more sore than you are. You’re so ruthless, Guangguang,” Cheng Xiaoshi teased.
“You like it like that,” Lu Guang said. He sat up and reached for the water on the nightstand. After he drank a third of it down for himself, he handed it off to Cheng Xiaoshi. The other sat up and finished it off.
“Want more?” Lu Guang asked. He had to admit he did fuck him harder than he received.
“I’ll be okay,” Cheng Xiaoshi said. “I’m tired.” He looked behind him on the bed and scratched his head, glancing at the fumbled and dirty sheets. Lu Guang had begun picking up their scattered clothing.
“Let’s clean tomorrow morning,” Cheng Xiaoshi said, reaching over and smacking the clothes out of Lu Guang’s hold. “Come onto the top bunk with me. Let’s sleep.”
Lu Guang frowned at leaving a mess. He looked between the clothes on the floor and Cheng Xiaoshi offering his hand out.
Cheng Xiaoshi huffed. He stood up and snagged Lu Guang’s hand. “You’re all work and no play. Come on. Top bunk.”