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Jin Ling could still hear the muffled murmurs that came through the walls. They were only a few rooms away, which made the heat in his chest burn hotter. Family from multiple sides, all gathered under one roof, had no clue where he slipped off to. They didn’t know the reason, nor did they seem to care that much. He probably wouldn’t even get a courtesy check in message from his parents for hours, but Jin Ling knew they were still flirting with danger; a little less than they were with each other though.
It wasn’t like sneaking off to make out somewhere during family events was new. They’d been sealing secrets between their lips since Jin Ling’s hormones piloted his brain more than anything else. It started the moment Jin Ling’s innocent childhood crush couldn’t be classified as innocent anymore. He knew all he had to do was mention that someone in his class was trying to ask him out, and Lan Yuan responded exactly like he had hoped.
Ever since they were introduced as kids, Jin Ling knew he wouldn’t want anyone else. Lan Yuan was brought into the family fold by whom his dajiu started dating, and it quickly became the best thing his uncle had ever done; in Jin Ling’s opinion.
It brought Lan Yuan into his life. The smart and patient older boy who seemed to feel as out of place as Jin Ling did. For how young they were at the time, Jin Ling would never forget how he screamed and flung his arms around to scare his blood cousins away from staring at Lan Yuan like he was some kind of animal at the zoo. He kicked and hollered until they all ran away, littering promises how they’d get back at him, but that didn’t matter because Lan Yuan talked to him.
Lan Yuan didn’t mind playing whatever games Jin Ling wanted to, and he smiled so brightly at him. The older boy could even speak for Jin Ling in more polite and perfect sentences when family members cooed at them. It was impossible for Jin Ling’s first and only crush to be on anyone other than Lan Yuan. Even when he declared it to the other before he started school, Lan Yuan shared the same feelings, giving the same warm smile he always gave, just for Jin Ling.
Family dinners, sleep overs, after school play dates, it always had to be with Lan Yuan, Jin Ling didn’t want it to be anyone else. Lan Yuan was his first crush, first kiss, first slow dance, which bitter sweetly took place at his daijiu’s wedding. It was a night that reminded him he was old enough to move on, especially by what the marriage signified.
Looking into Lan Yuan’s eyes that night, telling him what went through his head, he was forever grateful for the reaction he received. Jin Ling never knew he could run as fast as he did, fingers laced with Lan Yuan’s as he led them through worker’s halls in the hotel. Their kiss that night was the sign Jin Ling needed; there was no way he’d let go of what they had for stupid formalities.
Jin Ling didn’t like to think about the potential for getting caught. He just didn’t want to think about it at all. He knew he should feel shame, and would likely feel it burn his face if his family knew, but he couldn’t help himself. Lan Yuan was everything he ever wanted, and Lan Yuan was so bold to say the fact for both of them.
If he was a few years younger, sitting in Lan Yuan’s lap would have different implications. Jin Ling could still remember the feeling of his first time sitting in it, being brought in by Lan Yuan’s arms after being stuck in the middle of extended family arguing. That first time, when he experienced the feeling of safety as they both hid away, Jin Ling knew it would become a place he’d gladly crawl into, and he wasn’t exactly wrong.
Lan Yuan’s hands felt even stronger than the last time they had a chance to be on their own. Through the onslaught of bruising kisses Lan Yuan strategically placed under Jin Ling’s collarbone, Jin Ling knew he was making up for the missed opportunity. He always wondered if their parents knew and were conspiring to keep them apart. The latest example of Lan Yuan’s parents conveniently having car troubles on Jin Ling’s recently passed nineteenth birthday did give some suspicions.
“You didn’t even call.” Jin Ling whined, not needing to fill the other in on what subject he was talking about. “Or try to get a train.”
The grip on his thighs could easily suffice as an answer, but Jin Ling preferred the near growl that scraped the inside of Lan Yuan’s throat. “The moment the car didn’t start, baba made plans for us to do something else. I couldn’t get out of it.”
Jin Ling’s bottom lip pushed out, and in his delight it was caught instantly by Lan Yuan’s teeth. Out of defiance, he held his back straight, waiting for Lan Yuan to do the work. Trouble was, his spine seemed to be weaker than he thought, or Lan Yuan’s eyes were very good at melting bones. Jin Ling’s willpower wheezed along with him as he was squeezed closer; an inhuman pressure stemming from Lan Yuan as if Jin Ling would ever pull away from his kiss.
“A certain gege said he would be my present.” Jin Ling mumbled, while his tongue was nearly yanked out of his skull. If he tried to pout again, he’d likely never have another chance to breathe, but it was too tempting when Lan Yuan acted the way he did.
Lan Yuan’s hand slipped into Jin Ling’s back pockets with the determination of a deep sea diver. He inhaled through his nose as the kiss broke, giving a hearty squeeze to Jin Ling’s cheeks. “You’re so spoiled, didi.” His grin pushed against Jin Ling’s lips, creating the illusion of a new kiss as a sluggish chuckle filled the air. “Is that my fault? Did I spoil you too much?”
Jin Ling tried to scoff, and found he was drawn into another soul sucking kiss. He was familiar with Lan Yuan’s tactics, as he was with his own; it’s why they got along so well.
“It’s all your fault, that’s why you need to make it up to me.” He exhaled, feeling a sense of relief as Lan Yuan finally allowed them to breathe.
Lan Yuan hummed, giving his own mock pout of his lips. “You didn’t think I already planned for that, didi? I’m hurt.”
“No, stop that.” Jin Ling hissed. He smacked a palm to Lan Yuan’s chest, unsurprised that he hardly caused any movement. Even when they play-fought as kids, (which Jin Ling definitely used as an innocent way to touch his crush) Lan Yuan always remained an immovable wall. “I know you’re not upset so stop pretending. You’re meant to make it up to me. I’m the one who lost out on the best birthday, like you promised.”
“Hm,” Lan Yuan hummed again, choosing to use the sound as a new weapon. “And you know I always keep to my promises.”
Catching the shout in the middle of his throat was essential for Jin Ling to do. He couldn’t make any extra noise on top of the squeak of the sofa. Their chance of getting caught remained extremely high which Jin Ling wanted to avoid at all costs. He winced at the thought of someone walking in and seeing how Lan Yuan had flipped him stomach down into the couch cushions. No one was allowed to see their private moments together, much less possibly use it as a reason to keep them apart.
When Jin Ling felt Lan Yuan’s hands reach around to unzip his pants, Jin Ling swore his eyes grew three sizes larger. His hips squirmed instinctively and he stuffed his hands underneath his body to pull his pants back up. “Here?!” Jin Ling gasped. “N-now? Do you want us to get in trouble?”
“Didi said he wanted his birthday present.” Lan Yuan grunted as he repositioned their legs. “So I’m doing exactly that.”
Jin Ling felt the strain in his throat before he spoke. “This is what you planned?” His face burned as if he had stood out in the sun for hours. The more he wriggled under the weight of Lan Yuan’s body, the more his own body tried to give in without his permission.
Lan Yuan flicked his fringe out of his face with a shake of his head. “I’ve never seen you turn down gifts before.” He smiled, using the same turn of his lips that he used when talking about how much volunteer work he did. It was all too soft and sweet for the places Lan Yuan’s hands were in. “Do you not want to? Does my didi not like his present?”
Jin Ling’s toes curled as his hips squirmed. Looking over his shoulder at the half-lidded eyes wasn’t enough. “Well you never asked if I really wanted it.” He huffed as his lips scrunched to the side of his face. His eyes dropped as a part of his mind ranted at him, cursing him out for even considering what ran in his thoughts. “Maybe I’ve been saving myself for someone special.” Jin Ling challenged as he bit the inside of his cheek. He refused to make it easy, out of principle.
“Oh,” Lan Yuan exhaled and pointed his chin up into the air. “So I’m not special to didi then?”
The sudden clench in Jin Ling’s stomach was unbearable. Stress circled around his eyes, encouraging the bud of tears as his mouth shot open. “Gege is special!” He exclaimed. Jin Ling knew he was too loud, but the rapid pace of his heart wouldn’t allow him to be any quieter. His mind and body hated even the slightest notion that Lan Yuan wasn’t everything to him.
“Gege is very special.” He mumbled as a new and more successful pout formed. “But I thought my first time would be special too, and in my bed, or a bed at the very least.”
Lan Yuan released another grunt as quick assertive movements lined up their bodies. “It would have been in your bed, if I made it for your birthday, but don’t worry…” He sighed heavily, mirroring the weighted drag of his fingers up Jin Ling’s back. “I’ll make you feel very special, because I want didi to ask me for it every day after.”
The thick confidence in Lan Yuan’s voice did things to Jin Ling. He moaned at the pleasurable thought while his legs were bent and spread. “You’re cocky.” He laughed, ineffectively using the wheeze of air to hide how hard he had gotten. “It’ll be your first time too, won’t it? How do you know you’ll be that good? I need gege to make this so special that I have a reason to let him take me whenever he wants in the future.”
Jin Ling knew he said the right sequence of words when he felt Lan Yuan rub against his ass. The band of his underwear slipped further down with the friction. The anticipation was deadly. They had a handful of roll arounds with hands sliding under clothes, but nothing could compare to the lead up to going on all the way.
Digging his fingers into the cushion under his head was the only way Jin Ling could keep himself from whining, but even with the anchoring, a sound in the back of his throat slipped out. The chuckle in response behind him was practically mocking.
“The longer you take the more likely someone will come looking for us.” Jin Ling grumbled with a frown. Looking over his shoulder from his position wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but he pushed through the muscle strain just to get a glimpse on what was taking so long.
The once finely pressed dress pants pooled around Lan Yuan’s hips, giving a wide open show to the very unflattering briefs he wore. The only commendable part of them was the long outline from Lan Yuan’s dick. It could practically cast its own shadow.
“Be patient.” Lan Yuan advised, as he contrasted his own advice with his hands desperately searching through his pockets. The bright decision to undo his pants before fishing out whatever he was looking for was biting back. “I need to make sure you’re ready first.”
Jin Ling rolled his head along his shoulders, flopping it down to the sofa. “I’ve been ready. You’re the one taking forever.”
“Oh so this is how it is, hm?” Lan Yuan chuckled as the sound of plastic being flicked followed his voice. “Before you wanted it to be on a bed, and without people near, but suddenly didi wants it now?”
Slapping a palm to the armrest near his face, Jin Ling curved his back and whipped a piercing stare behind him. “Yes, I want it now because you’ve made me wait too long, gege.” His hand slammed into the sofa again, and again, until it became a steady demanding rhythm. “I’ve waited for this for years because once we do, then we can elope to get married and finally live together like you promised.”
“I like that.” Lan Yuan hummed. “You’ve still had the same plan for all these years, never changing. It’s so comforting to know that I’ll soon have my A-Ling all to myself.”
Jin Ling’s hands instantly needed to grab onto something. His head spun while the room stayed perfectly still. He wanted their future to hurry up and arrive already, he hated waiting.
“Does didi want me inside that badly?”
The hand caressing up Jin Ling’s exposed cheeks felt hot and cold at the same time. It ran shivers through his skin from the overly gentle touch.
“You’re already opening so wide for me.” The deep rumble from Lan Yuan’s chest seemed to travel down to his fingers, the same slick ones that poked exploratorily inside Jin Ling’s hole. They were already familiar with the territory, having massaged Jin Ling’s muscle before until it threatened to suck in every digit including the thumb.
Jin Ling wiggled his hips, choosing to ignore the deeper implications of the comment. “What happens to your brain when you get horny?” He huffed his snide remark with a twinge of pride. “Did you just forget everything I say? I want it now, gege.”
“Okay.” The exhale dropped onto Jin Ling’s tailbone, and the heat of Lan Yuan’s preparation pushed in between the plump cheeks. “It wouldn’t be good to wait too long. So let’s,” Lan Yuan grunted, and his hips pushed him in closer. “Give didi what he wants.”
When the head of Lan Yuan’s dick popped in, waves of realization crashed into Jin Ling all at once. While his muscles tightened around the new girth, the new sensation, Jin Ling’s head whipped to the door in front of them. “No I-!” He choked on a well of spit that shot up his throat. “Not this way! I want to face you!” Jin Ling’s tongue slid around as he scolded himself for his own volume, feeling an added tightness in his chest.
Lan Yuan answered physically first with a shallow thrust to push himself further in. “I thought since you were so worried, that you’d like to keep watch for us.”
“No, gege. I-I want-” Jin Ling lost his ability to speak as another low thrust pushed more of Lan Yuan in. The stretch hurt more than he thought it would, even after preparing himself for the moment for months. “Gege…” Jin Ling’s voice shook, and his fingers dug into the cushions. His eyes refused to focus no matter how much he forced them. He had to watch the door.
Hands slipped up Jin Ling’s shoulders as Lan Yuan laid his chest across his back. Jin Ling felt every heaving breath, and the exact way Lan Yuan’s nails pushed into his skin.
“It’s so good.” Lan Yuan gasped. His brow seared a place on Jin Ling’s neck, leaving a trail of sweat as it moved down his spine. “Didi, you feel so good. I don’t think I can hold myself back for long.”
Jin Ling withheld his comment about not wanting Lan Yuan to hold back either. At another time, another place, he would encourage everything to become unrestrained, but not when loud voiced conversations passed right in front of the door.
A realization dawned on Jin Ling as he adjusted his arms. “Are you…” His exhale overpowered his words, but he used it to think logically before speaking again. He had no comparison to use, but by feeling alone, he could tell.
“You’re in raw?” Jin Ling stammered, feeling his face heat up even more. His hips instinctively moved in his sudden alarm.
“Mmm…” Lan Yuan droned with complete contentment. His nose drew lines back up to Jin Ling’s shoulders, giving him the opportunity to kiss around the shell of Jin Ling’s ear. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how when we go back out, I can still be inside you. No one will know but us.”
Jin Ling’s mind grew dizzy. The rollercoaster of sensibility dropped him down again and again, while Lan Yuan’s perversion hurled him back up.
He hadn’t considered the idea until it was spoken, and the sense it made to Jin Ling’s brain was euphoric. Their first time would also be the first time Lan Yuan would fill him up, and he could walk out carrying their moment like a trophy. It would be a challenge to see if he could keep it all in before he got home, or if it would slowly seep out, making his pants sticky.
It was a sensation his body instantly craved. It cried out when the next low thrust was made and Jin Ling’s eyes stung with it. He was losing his mind in the most ideal way; underneath Lan Yuan, waiting to be filled to the brim.
His eyes locked to the door as another pair of passing voices made themselves known. Soon the pants circulating through his mouth and nose wouldn’t be enough. Soon Jin Ling would become a mess of sounds and put them at risk.
The thought arose loudly once more and Jin Ling wailed.
He couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t diminish how loudly his body wanted it all. In only a matter of seconds, he would be filled with his Lan Yuan, and then his love. He was already addicted just by the promise of it. The beautiful, adoring, passionate Lan Yuan, who loved only him, would give him what he always wanted.
One last thorough push, and Lan Yuan was in; he was all in. His dick was so tightly snug inside Jin Ling that his balls almost tried to join in. The physical fulfillment made Jin Ling forget about screaming. It was so much of everything he dreamed about. The idea of feeling around his stomach to see if there was actually a bulge came and left. There was no way Jin Ling could move when Lan Yuan’s mouth was on his ear.
“Your parents are going to be so mad at me.” He whispered, letting his words tumble right into Jin Ling’s mind. “I was meant to protect my little didi, but I ended up being the threat.” Lan Yuan hips tested the waters as he hummed. A light shift, creating the smallest of drag, pulled out Jin Ling’s softest moan. “I just love my didi so much, I couldn’t let anyone else have him.”
Jin Ling’s legs burned in an unrelated fire to his cheeks. His stomach stirred along with his heart beat as it threatened to burst from his body. A desperate clutch to the armrest awarded him a new set of fingers to lace with his own, and a heavy hand on his hip.
“Is it okay?” Lan Yuan breathed.
Jin Ling nodded as he bit into his lip.
“And, is it okay to ruin my didi’s purity?”
The laugh that attempted to leave Jin Ling’s chest formed into a cough. He was far from pure for anything, but he could almost believe it thanks to every time Lan Yuan called him it.
Jin Ling tightened his hold around the long fingers that joined him. “It won’t be ruined if I give it to you.” His reasoning spilled out from his mouth. It sounded clearer, more sensible in his head than it did coming out, but Jin Ling still stood by his answer. “I’ve always wanted to give it to you, Yuan-ge. I know you’ll take care of me, you always have.”
Lan Yuan pushed his nose into the back of Jin Ling’s hair, taking a moment for a deep inhale as he gave another testing judder of his hips. “You have no idea how happy that makes me hearing that.”
The first drag back of Lan Yuan’s dick was enough to convince Jin Ling to beg. So much of his body felt as if it was being pulled away with it. Then with a forceful slam back, Jin Ling’s soul was realigned.
“Where am I inside you?” Lan Yuan mumbled with a layer of heat to his breath. “What am I touching in my didi?”
Jin Ling didn’t know how to answer such a question. Instead of speaking, he just sobbed. The tears of anticipation and the sensation of being overwhelmed pushed him to a new edge. His eyes struggled to stay in line with the door and the cast of light at the bottom that swept across when someone passed by.
“Just imagine, A-Ling.”
Jin Ling wished he could have Lan Yuan speak the exact name into his skin over and over.
“What if, to make it up to gufu and gugu for dirtying their baby, what if we could make our own?” The complete seriousness in Lan Yuan’s voice proved how mushy his brain had gone. “Wouldn’t they like that? Wouldn’t that be perfect once we’re married?”
The need to seal a hand to Jin Ling’s mouth turned imperative. He had to moan, and wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. The next set of feet that passed by the door assured they would be caught if he made any noise.
“So maybe, this could be didi’s womb that I’m touching, and this is what I need to fill.” Lan Yuan didn’t wait for any form of confirmation or any other part that could add to his fantasy. The moment Jin Ling gasped through his own fingers, Lan Yuan turned wild.
Jin Ling felt the entire sofa rock with his body. He didn’t need to feel the moisture around his fingers to know he started crying the kind of tears he couldn’t downplay anymore; Jin Ling was sobbing behind his hand, and loving every second. He was what Lan Yuan wanted so badly, he was what made dean’s list Lan Yuan have his brain seep out his ears.
The sound of skin slapping together became hypnotic. A heat had begun to melt on the inside of Jin Ling’s body, helping him forget any early pain he still had. Discomfort didn’t mean anything when he had Lan Yuan panting in his ear. A new angle of Lan Yuan’s hips hit further inside of Jin Ling, and he swore something would break.
“Next time,” Lan Yuan gasped as his tongue wrapped around Jin Ling’s earlobe. “We’ll be somewhere my didi can be as loud as he wants, but until then…” Another sharp thrust jumbled the rhythm, catching both of them off guard. Jin Ling hiccuped, his eyes grew hazy and Lan Yuan’s hand clamped over his own, pushing it harder to his mouth.
“Just like the games we used to play, you need to stay quiet, or else they’ll find us.” Lan Yuan laughed like a man with a clean conscience and not like what he really was. He was always more than the sweet smiles and impeccable manners. Only Jin Ling got to see the obsession and hunger he really had.
It was always them together, and it always would be. The thought made every shock to his system turn pleasant, and the numbness in his thighs trickle up to his dick. Jin Ling’s mouth coated his and Lan Yuan’s fingers with saliva, creating a taste he’d never forget, as he came the same time he found it.
Jin Ling’s tongue struggled to push through the wall of fingers while his heart ran from every imagined thought of the room door cracking open. He whined like an animal in heat, and his head tilted back so he could do it again. His muscles clenched together at the near full body pleasure.
Lan Yuan pushed deeper inside, using the twitch of Jin Ling’s muscles to his advantage. He was merciless in his thrusts, and with his words. “My didi, my A-Ling, your body loves me so much. My hands aren’t even on your dick and you came so much.”
Swimming in ecstasy, Jin Ling wondered if he could orgasm a second time. Lan Yuan wasn’t stopping, and even though his body begged for a break from the over-stimulation, it could all be possible.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Lan Yuan shouted, breaking all their rules about volume. His hips jerked as he laid his chest over top of Jin Ling’s back, and with no other indication, Jin Ling felt ropes of warmth enter him.
Jin Ling shivered with the new feeling. Lan Yuan’s hips were flush to his ass, refusing to move while Lan Yuan came shot after shot inside him. Jin Ling could feel the cum slip around inside him as he adjusted his legs. It felt thicker than the lube he was used to, but he knew he would need a lot of concentration if he wanted to keep it in throughout the rest of the day.
When Lan Yuan gradually slipped his dick out, Jin Ling’s plan already started to fail. Cum dripped out instantly, sliding down his thighs. It was enough to make him gasp in horror, and pull the hands from his face.
“It’s okay.” Lan Yuan exhaled, his breathing struggling to find a way to become regular again. Smoothing a palm up Jin Ling’s leg, Lan Yuan scooped up the escaped cum, and gently pushed it back inside Jin Ling’s opened hole that still moved like it wanted to invite guests. “I’ll make sure you don’t lose a single drop.”
Jin Ling hummed as his face pressed down into a cushion. He had given up his job of watching the door; no excuse would save them if they were caught in the act, and he was too gooey to move to cover himself.
“I know my didi is such a good baker, as long as he has the right ingredients.” Lan Yuan teased, while his fingers did the same to Jin Ling’s hole. “Maybe a bun, or two…”
Moving himself around by the help of his elbows, Jin Ling laughed as he looked back. “Gege, you’ve lost your mind.” He smirked, pretending his legs weren’t shivering from the excessive fingering that showed no signs of stopping. “We have to make at least a dozen when properly baking.”