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Chongyun panted, finally slipping away from that dreadful party. He was only there on account of Xingqiu, who had needed emotional support while meeting and greeting delegates. Ugh, Xingqiu. He always managed to get Chongyun fired up. Especially if he insisted on casually rubbing Chongyun’s thigh under the table.
Maybe Xingqiu just needed support, and wanted physical comfort… it didn’t have to mean anything sexual, right? Chongyun kept making up excuses for his witty friend while walking. Maybe it was just something that normal friends did casually. It could be like when the pair of them would hold hands (on Xingqiu’s request) to get through a crowd more efficiently.
Either way, Xingqiu had intentionally or unintentionally left Chongyun with a raging problem in his baggy white pants. The plan was to quickly take care of it and then slip back to the party without anyone even noticing he was gone. It would work, definitely! The exorcist increased his pace, nearly moaning at the friction gained from speed-walking.
Chongyun knew Xingqiu’s family manor like it was his own house. He had spent nearly all his time here as a little kid, and still spent a generous amount of time inside its extravagant walls even now. This came in handy, especially now, while Chongyun was looking for a convenient closet to slip into and unwind.
If he remembered correctly, there should be one right around the corner... aha! Chongyun turned the corner and slipped into the small space, packed with linens and brooms. Perfect. He exhaled, zipping down his fly in record time. His hard-on strained through his underwear, desperate for some action.
Chongyun calculated his next moves, hurriedly clearing a small corner so he wouldn’t dirty anything. The closet was cramped, proving this a difficult task. It didn’t help that he was rushing, either.
He only needed one hand, so he propped his left hand on the wall to steady himself. At this point… well, he was nearly a professional at jacking off to his own fantasies of Xingqiu.
Chongyun also made sure to face the corner, so if anyone came in… well, he’d deal with that if it happened. He was just praying to all the Archons that it wouldn’t, since it would be the ultimate embarrassment of his life. Thankfully, he was usually pretty quick when he needed to be.
Chongyun began, slipping his hand into his underwear to bring his hard-on out, feeling it throb underneath his fingers. The blue-haired exorcist grasped his hand around his width and adjusted his arm for a better angle. He let out a slight gasp at the first stroke before picking up the pace and biting his lip to keep from making other noises.
The pure-yang spirited exorcist closed his eyes and filled his head with dirty thoughts of his bookworm friend to speed up the process. Desperation for more filled him, lewd fantasies going straight to his dick and converting to pleasure. He pumped rapidly with his hand, imagining Xingqiu chained to the wall in front of him, plump lips wrapped around––
“O-oh.. Qiu~..” Chongyun whimpered quietly, eyes still closed. “J-just like that…”
He continued to pump his hand up and down his shaft, moving his arm so fast it was starting to ache. He was so close to coming, only a little more––
“Yun-yun?” A familiar, soft voice sounded from the doorway, and light flooded into Chongyun’s pleasure closet. The innocent shock in Xingqiu’s voice immediately switched to a lower, more seductive tone. “Hmm, what have we here?”
Chongyun was mortified. He scrambled, trying to pull his pants back up, dick screaming in protest. Somehow, getting caught in the act had shoved him right to the edge, but without any more simulation to his dick, he could not tip over that edge and release.
“Ah-ah-ah~” Xingqiu wagged his finger at Chongyun, smirking. He stepped in, closing the door behind him. The light fled the small space once more, save for a small sliver at the bottom of the door. “What was my innocent little Chongyun doing in here, all alone in the dark, I wonder?” Chongyun tried his best to calm his ragged breathing, to no avail.
Chongyun couldn’t find the words to speak. He was frozen in place, dick throbbing angrily, half in his pants and half out. It wasn’t even possible to put it back in at this point, so why did he even bother?
“Pleasuring yourself, yes, I see..” Xingqiu’s voice takes on an even more seductive quality, the darkness only enhancing it. “Who were you filling your head with dirty fantasies of, may I ask?” After waiting a moment for Chongyun’s nonexistent reply, he continued. His voice dropped to an amused whisper, “You know… sometimes I can’t help but eavesdrop.”
With that, Xingqiu undid Chongyun’s work on stuffing himself back into his pants. He pulled Chongyun’s pants down and sank down on his knees, getting to work. He replaced Chongyun’s fingers with his own tongue and mouth, warmth enveloping Chongyun’s length.
“Ahh~ X-Xingqiu…” Chongyun moaned loudly, trying to stifle it with his hand. He couldn’t help it however, Xingqiu was uncannily good at this. For some reason, Chongyun wasn’t surprised –– only jealous, thinking of all the people Xingqiu gave head to that weren’t Chongyun.
“Mm.. Y’know.. I think I like your cock much better than the old men’s dicks my father hangs out with,” Xingqiu mumbles around Chongyun’s dick. Chongyun gasps in pleasure and surprise.
“H-Huh?”
“Oh, yes. You didn’t know, Yun-yun? It’s how business deals go so smoothly,” He smirks, proud of himself and his ‘diplomatic’ skills. “There’s a little whore under the table, showing just how hospitable the Feiyun Commerce Guild is,” He swirls his tongue around Chongyun’s tip playfully. It almost causes Chongyun to cum right then and there.
“Those old geisers love it so much, they like to book appointments with me at their homes~” He continues, Chongyun moaning while imagining the scenario. “Don’t worry though, Yun-yun, their wives like me, because I help them out a little too, hehe!”
“They’re so desperate to be licked and fucked, Chongyun, dear,” Xingqiu pants. “Their husbands are too busy getting head from a teenager to pleasure them!”
Chongyun is so close. He bucks his hips into Xingqiu’s mouth involuntarily, causing him to choke a little. It felt good, though. Really good. He grabs the back of Xingqiu’s head roughly and slams his dick in and out of his mouth. Xingqiu lets out a muffled moan, hands wrapping around Chongyun to keep his balance. Chongyun doesn’t care about anything but his own pleasure in that moment, as the biggest orgasm of his life approaches. He shrieks, uncaring in the moment of the volume, cumming hard. He shoots his load right down Xingqiu’s throat, the blue-haired noble accepting his fluids obediently. Xingqiu gasps for air, white strings dripping out of his mouth. Chongyun smirks – his load was too big for Xingqiu’s naughty little mouth.
Chongyun continues to ride out his orgasm, legs shaking. He almost collapses, but pure animalistic instinct to remain in Xingqiu’s warm mouth keeps him upright. He finally finishes, and Xingqiu smiles up at him with swollen lips as he pants. Xingqiu stands up and helps zip Chongyun up.
“Xingqiu…” After a moment of panting, Chongyun begins to speak between ragged breaths. “Do you… need help… too?”
Xingqiu stands and pecks his nose gently. “No, I’ll be fine. Go on, Yun-dear, I’ll meet you back at the party.” Chongyun obeys, assuming Xingqiu will simply stay behind to tidy up the closet.
He steps out and heads back to the party. Xingqiu, meanwhile, takes out his own raging boner and within a few strokes, finishes into the corner Chongyun had cleared out. He pants, replaying the events of this closet in his mind. Oh, Chongyun, his beloved, innocent Chongyun. Pleasuring himself to lewd fantasies of none other than himself, Xingqiu.
Xingqiu sighed and exited the closet, following Chongyun back to the festivities. He would continue this later in the bedroom.