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Shen Jiu is growing up, and Yue Qingyuan is completely fine with it. He’s proud, even. What big brother wouldn’t be? He’s almost more of a parent than a brother, really, seeing as their parents had both been out of the picture by the time Yue Qingyuan was sixteen and Shen Jiu thirteen, and they hadn’t been the most attentive even before that. Luckily, Yue Qingyuan had been just old enough to be legally allowed to raise Shen Jiu himself, neither of them needing to sink into the foster care system and hope for the best, most likely getting separated in the process. He’s deeply grateful for that, as hard as it was.
And now Yue Qingyuan is twenty and Shen Jiu is seventeen, making noises about prying a scholarship out of a university so he can go and get a degree and get some important, high paying job somewhere. Isn’t that what any parent wishes for? For their child to grow up ambitious and independent, ready to move out on their own and start living their own life?
A part of him can’t help but miss it, though. The old Shen Jiu, who was clingy and demanding, and only wanted to stay right by his big brother’s side to be spoiled rotten. He supposes that it’s only natural, to want to feel needed. He can hardly imagine what it will be like to live alone, once Shen Jiu moves out, but he’ll find a way to adjust to it. He has no other choice, after all.
Doesn’t he?
“Where are you going?” Yue Qingyuan asks, blinking as Shen Jiu walks straight past the kitchen and towards the front door, a bag slung over his shoulder. “You haven’t had breakfast yet.”
“Extracurriculars,” Shen Jiu says, not sounding particularly enthusiastic. Working hard to appeal to universities, already planning the next stage of his life without Yue Qingyuan, one foot already out of the door. “I’ll eat later, I’m not hungry.”
Yue Qingyuan can’t help but frown a little, unseen as Shen Jiu puts on his shoes. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day; he dislikes the idea of Shen Jiu leaving the house and not intending to eat for hours and hours. But, what can he do? It used to be that no one got to tell him what to do but Yue Qingyuan; now even he has lost that privilege, Shen Jiu as certain of his own correctness as any arrogant teenager.
“I’m making your favorite,” he offers, “eggs and pancakes.”
“That’s not my favorite, Qingyuan,” Shen Jiu huffs, which is absolutely a lie. He could eat himself sick on eggs and pancakes as a child. Yue Qingyuan would always have to be careful with how much he made, because he knew Shen Jiu would end up eating all of it, even demanding Yue Qingyuan’s portion for himself, the little tyrant.
“At least put some sunscreen on first, Xiao-Jiu,” Yue Qingyuan says.
“I don’t have time; stop fussing so much,” Shen Jiu says, irritated. “And don’t call me that, I told you! I’m not a little child any longer, it’s ridiculous.”
He never used to mind being called Xiao-Jiu. Or calling Yue Qingyuan his Qi-ge. This is a recent insistence of his, something he’s clung to these last few months; he keeps hoping that it’s just a phase, that he’ll let go of the idea.
“I’ll see you later, don’t wait up for me.”
“When are you coming home--?”
The door shuts, and Yue Qingyuan’s little brother leaves him without another word. Growing up and independent, ready to discard all childish things. Including his big brother.
He’s proud. Really, he’s proud. But would it be terrible of him if he can’t help but be a little bit sad too? Sighing, he finishes breakfast and eats it himself, preparing for a long day alone, working and cleaning, and trying not to worry himself to pieces over where Shen Jiu is, when he almost certainly won’t bother answering his phone.
Speaking of phones, his makes a little text notification as he’s scrubbing the frying pan. Drying his hands, he opens it and reads.
Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! Good things need to be said three times! You have been selected to beta test for the Reality Editing Application! Please open the link to download here. Please read on to see what the app is capable of doing for you…
Well, that’s obviously a scam. But almost idly, he scrolls down and he reads. And he keeps reading.
It’s just a stupid little scam, of course, but when Yue Qingyuan downloads it, nothing bad happens. His money stays on his bank account, he doesn’t get locked out of his phone, and he doesn’t get any alarming messages. It was a stupid thing to do, but before he’d known it, he’d already done it. And now it’s on his phone, a discreet little square on the third page of his phone. It looks like a smiley face, bright yellow and generic.
And then, even more stupidly, he actually goes so far as to try and use it. He submits a picture of Shen Jiu to the app - a nice one, that won’t embarrass him if someone gets their hands on it. It’s an old one, from when he was eight with puppy fat still on his face, utterly adorable as he scowls into the camera with his big pouty cheeks. Yue Qingyuan has more recent photos than that, but not from the last two years. Shen Jiu started refusing to let pictures be taken of him, after a certain point.
Target created: Shen Jiu!
How would you like to alter Shen Jiu?
Not at all, of course. Shen Jiu is perfect as he is, irreplaceable. Yue Qingyuan wouldn’t change a thing about him.
But… but he doesn’t want to change him, so much as find the magic words to convince Shen Jiu that it’s okay to be taken care of. That it isn’t childish for him to continue to rely on Yue Qingyuan, not when he’s his big brother. What else is he for? He bites his lip and stares at the screen for a long time, before finally deciding to just type in one little line. What’s the harm, after all? It’s not like this is real.
Once he’s done that, he quickly puts his phone away as if ashamed of himself, and he focuses on doing his tasks for the day. He does wait up for Shen Jiu, of course, no matter what he told Yue Qingyuan. He ends up curled on the couch for hours and hours, dully watching the television until the door finally unlocks. He checks the time; it’s after midnight.
Shen Jiu seems to be trying to sneak in, but he freezes once he sees Yue Qingyuan on the couch - and then he scowls.
“What?” he snaps defensively.
“It’s late,” Yue Qingyuan points out. “Where have you been?”
Have you been drinking, he doesn’t ask. Have you been fooling around with other kids?
“None of your business,” Shen Jiu says. “I’m fine, aren’t I? Stop being so overbearing. You’d think I couldn’t dress myself, the way you act.”
“I was just worried,” Yue Qingyuan says. “How could I sleep, without knowing that you were safe?”
“I can take care of myself,” Shen Jiu says, and Yue Qingyuan curls his hands into tight fists, his nails digging into his palms.
“Of course,” he demures. “But a big brother worries anyway.”
“Well, stop,” Shen Jiu huffs, rolling his eyes. “Now that you’ve seen I’m still alive, will you go to bed already?”
“Alright,” Yue Qingyuan says, and he gives a little smile, tries to defuse the situation. Shen Jiu’s bristling like he wants this to turn into an argument. “I suppose that’s all I can ask for.”
Shen Jiu glares at him, and Yue Qingyuan wonders if any of his bitterness leaked into his voice there. But he scoffs, and just walks past him towards his bedroom.
As expected, nothing has changed. Shen Jiu is still slipping out of his fingers by inches, the app not doing--
“Goodnight, Qi-ge,” Shen Jiu calls out, right before he goes into his room.
“Good-- goodnight, Xiao-Jiu,” he stammers, and Shen Jiu doesn’t scold him at all.
His bedroom door snaps shut, leaving Yue Qingyuan wide awake and alone in the living room.
He adds several more alterations to the app after that, quick and eager. It could have been a fluke, of course. Maybe Shen Jiu had just been so tired that he forgot himself, called him the way he’s used to for a whole lifetime. It wouldn’t be too strange, except for how consistent he’s otherwise been about it until now. But these new ones he adds are a little more obvious, easy to test and confirm.
He doesn’t make any bad edits, of course. He’s only… letting Shen Jiu understand that it’s fine for him to keep acting the way he has around Yue Qingyuan before. He doesn’t have to grow up around him, just the rest of the world. Family should be different.
“Good morning, Xiao-Jiu,” Yue Qingyuan greets him brightly, setting down plates at the dinner table.
“Morning, Qi-ge,” Shen Jiu mutters a little grumpily, as little of a morning person as ever, his hair a little messy and his eyes squinting.
Internally, Yue Qingyuan thrills at the address. He was beginning to be afraid that he’d lost it forever.
“I made dumplings today, come and eat,” he says.
Obediently, Shen Jiu comes and sits at the table, which is even more thrilling. He’d added that, always wants to eat breakfast with me, but it doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Shen Jiu does still eat breakfast with him, just not always. He starts eating muzzily, and Yue Qingyuan has to tamp down his smile to focus on chewing his own meal.
It’s when Shen Jiu finishes his plate that Yue Qingyuan really puts the app to the test.
“Done already?” he asks. “You must be hungry.”
“I’ve had enough,” Shen Jiu dismisses, pushing his plate away to stand--
“Here,” Yue Qingyuan says, and he holds out a dumpling from his own plate with his chopsticks towards Shen Jiu. “Have just a little bit more.”
Shen Jiu hesitates, and Yue Qingyuan holds his breath-- no way Shen Jiu would tolerate something like this, being hand fed like he’s a messy little kid again--
“Fine,” Shen Jiu says, and then he leans forward to eat the dumpling right from Yue Qingyuan’s chopsticks. He is delighted.
“A little more,” Yue Qingyuan urges, unable to stop himself, and he offers the next dumpling with just his fingers. Shen Jiu eats that right from his fingers as well, his lips brushing against his fingertips, the slightest touch of a tongue. He isn’t even blushing, completely unembarrassed, as if this is a totally unremarkable thing for him to do.
Yue Qingyuan is happy beyond words. He always used to hand feed Shen Jiu when he was a small child, so why should it suddenly not be okay for him to do such a thing? Just sometimes, just as a treat.
“Good boy,” he praises, which earns him an irritated glare.
“What am I, a dog?” Shen Jiu demands. Yue Qingyuan makes a mental note to add another alteration to the app. Shen Jiu used to preen when Yue Qingyuan called him a good boy, smug and proud of himself.
“Sorry, sorry,” he says, unable to stop smiling as he gathers the plates to be washed. Shen Jiu stands up, and Yue Qingyuan darts over and stops him before he can leave.
“Wait,” he says, “aren’t you forgetting something?”
He stands there and waits breathlessly for Shen Jiu to make the first move… and then he does, making a little “oh, right,” as if it really had just slipped his mind. Casually, he steps towards Yue Qingyuan and curls his arm around him, hugging him close and warm. Yue Qingyuan throws his arms around him and holds him tight, joy bursting in his chest. It’s been years since Shen Jiu has let him hug him, too old for such a childish thing as comfort and affection.
Is it really so bad of him to bring back good morning and good night hugs? As well as--
Turning his head, Shen Jiu obediently presses a kiss to Yue Qingyuan’s cheek.
“I love you, Qi-ge,” he says, like he says it every single day and it’s not a big deal at all.
Yue Qingyuan holds him tighter. “I love you too, Xiao-Jiu.”
And with that, he kisses him back. The best part of it has to be the way that Shen Jiu offers his cheek to him, as if expecting and welcoming it.
Yue Qingyuan might go a little bit overboard, after that. It’s just that the hugs and the kisses and the meals together are so heady, so wonderful and amazing, that he can’t stop himself from thinking about all the other things they’ve lost and can now get back. And that is why, on the third day after he’d gotten the app, he’s giving Shen Jiu a bath.
He’d used to give him baths all the time, as a little boy. Six years old and squeezing his eyes shut as Yue Qingyuan shampooed his hair for him, splashing around and imperiously demanding toys to play in the water with. He’d been so adorable, scrubbed pink and warm and clean. Then Shen Jiu had gotten too old for that sort of thing, and he’d started taking showers alone instead.
Well, what’s wrong with this, really? It’s not as if it’s anything that Yue Qingyuan hasn’t seen before, after all. It’s harmless. He’s just helping out. The only reason Shen Jiu doesn’t want to do things like this with him any longer is because society told him it was bad. Embarrassing, childish, immature.
Society is stupid.
“Is the water the right temperature, Xiao-Jiu?” Yue Qingyuan asks indulgently, scrubbing at his back with a washcloth.
“Mm,” Shen Jiu grunts contentedly, his eyes shut as Yue Qingyuan takes care of him. Savoring the nice, hot bath, being pampered by his big brother. Just like he should be.
Yue Qingyuan is just wearing boxers as he kneels at the side of the tub, leaning over to help wash him. It’s easier that way, for him to avoid soaking his clothes. It’s just practical.
“I was thinking, maybe you should start taking more baths?” Yue Qingyuan says. He slides the wash cloth around to Shen Jiu’s front, passing it over his chest. His nipples are flushed and perky in the hot steam, water trickling down his chest. “You’re at an age where hygiene is important, Xiao-Jiu.”
“I know that,” Shen Jiu mutters, not opening his eyes.
“So you won’t mind it, if I give you a bath tomorrow too?”
“Fine,” Shen Jiu sighs.
Yue Qingyuan’s wash cloth slides further down, over his stomach. He hesitates for a moment - and then goes between his legs. After all, why shouldn’t he? He used to wash Shen Jiu’s private parts too, he had to. And Shen Jiu, for his part, only spreads his legs a little for Yue Qingyuan like this is all utterly normal and business as usual, not flinching or recoiling at all as Yue Qingyuan carefully rubs the soapy cloth over his dear, soft cock and his balls. Why wouldn’t Yue Qingyuan wash him there? It’s normal for Yue Qingyuan to wash him, to give him baths. The app says so.
“Good,” Yue Qingyuan says, his face hot. From the steam rising up from the bath, surely. “Xiao-Jiu’s such a good boy.”
Lounging in the bathwater, Shen Jiu smiles, preening happily at the praise as Yue Qingyuan washes him.
He’s woken in the middle of the night from his bedroom door opening. He squints his eyes open, trying to see, but Shen Jiu is already climbing into his bed by then.
“Xiao-Jiu?” Yue Qingyuan asks, surprised. His mind drags itself towards enough wakefulness to understand. “... Did you have a nightmare?”
Without saying a word, Shen Jiu grabs and burrows into him, hiding his face against his chest. Yue Qingyuan’s heart melts.
Really, he had to make that edit. How could he possibly stomach the idea of Shen Jiu stubbornly staying alone in his own room, even after an upsetting nightmare? It only makes sense for him to come to his big brother’s bed for comfort. He always used to.
“It’s alright,” he says, and he wraps his arms around him reassuringly. “Your Qi-ge’s here now.”
“I know that,” Shen Jiu mutters into his chest, but he doesn’t stop holding on tightly. The poor thing. He always used to have the worst nightmares. Did that ever stop?
“Your Qi-ge’s here always,” he amends, stroking his hair.
Maybe he should make another edit. Really, what would be so wrong about them sharing a bed every night? Shen Jiu always had fewer nightmares when they slept together.
It’s in the morning that Yue Qingyuan gets the idea for the one that’s… really over the line. He wakes up first, and then luxuriates in getting to hold Shen Jiu through a lazy weekend morning. He’s so warm and sweet and heavy, sleeping peacefully in his big brother’s arms. But eventually he starts to stir as well, and when he does he abruptly goes tense in Yue Qingyuan’s arms. He sits up, his face red and stiff.
“What is it?” Yue Qingyuan asks, and he has the absurd urge to ask him if he’s wet the bed. That’s ridiculous, though; he hasn’t done that since he was four, and he can feel that the bed is dry.
“Nothing,” Shen Jiu snaps, and he darts out of the bed. Yue Qingyuan catches a glimpse of-- of his lower half, his sleep pants tenting conspicuously, and he’s stunned as comprehension flashes through him.
He follows Shen Jiu to his bedroom tentatively, only to find a locked bedroom door barring him away.
“Xiao-Jiu?” he calls out. “Are you… alright, or--”
“Go away,” Shen Jiu shouts, clearly mortified and furious. Completely irrationally, hurt lances through him. “I want to be alone, don’t be gross!”
He’s not being gross, just… he was just worried, with how quickly he ran away. But he forces himself to leave, walking away. Shen Jiu is… he isn’t being unreasonable. That sort of thing is something that they’ve never shared. It’s not an appropriate thing for even the closest of brothers to do together.
He still hates it, though. The idea that there’s a part of Shen Jiu that he thinks it’s embarrassing and wrong for Yue Qingyuan to see or touch, that he has no right to. He washes him there, so what’s so wrong with him seeing him erect? What’s wrong with Shen Jiu touching himself there, while Yue Qingyuan is in the same room as him? Or the same bed?
It was only around the time that Shen Jiu hit puberty, that this distance started to grow between them. Shen Jiu getting private and self conscious, acting as if Yue Qingyuan coddling him was humiliating instead of only natural. They’re brothers, why should they have secrets from each other?
If only it was normal and fine for Shen Jiu to let Yue Qingyuan take care of him, even… even like that…
He goes and gets his phone.
They’re watching TV together, Shen Jiu scoffing about how idiotic the characters are every time they make a poor decision. They’re cuddled up together on the couch, of course, because why shouldn’t they be? It’s soft and cozy, nothing wrong with it. Then Yue Qingyuan feels something stiff begin to poke him in the hip, and he is immediately and completely distracted from the show.
“Xiao-Jiu?” Yue Qingyuan asks him carefully. “Is something the matter?”
“No,” Shen Jiu says, and then he squirms a little with discomfort. “I’m just hard.”
Ah. Finally.
“Do you want your Qi-ge to take care of that for you?” he asks, already moving to turn around.
“You don’t have to,” Shen Jiu says, but he doesn’t protest as Yue Qingyuan daringly gropes his cock through his jeans. He hisses a little, his eyes narrowing, but he also tilts his hips into it.
“Poor thing,” Yue Qingyuan says, as if his heart isn’t beating wildly inside of his chest. He squeezes and rubs a little at Shen Jiu’s crotch, and Shen Jiu’s legs fall obligingly open. “You should’ve told me this was bothering you.”
“I was comfortable,” Shen Jiu complains.
“That’s fine,” Yue Qingyuan says, and he has to lick his lips before he dares to thumb the button out of the hole, to drag the zipper of Shen Jiu’s jeans down. “We’ll stay on the couch, this won’t take long at all.”
“Fine,” Shen Jiu says, utterly put upon, and then Yue Qingyuan shoves his jeans down just enough to get his dick out.
He’s seen and touched it before, but usually only through a washcloth. Now it’s skin to skin, and Shen Jiu’s cock is hard and eager.
“Oh,” Yue Qingyuan breathes, stroking up the shaft in amazement. It’s adorable.
Of course it’s adorable. It’s Shen Jiu, isn’t it?
He strokes it several times, marveling at the silky feeling of it, before he stops to fondle the head, thumbing at the foreskin, coaxing pre out of the tip with fascination. Beneath him, Shen Jiu squirms impatiently.
“Don’t drag it out, Qi-ge,” he whines, clutching at the pillow underneath his head. His face has gained a fetching blush, his cheeks a lovely pink.
“Sorry, sorry,” he says, and then. “Here, let me teach you something new to make up for it.”
And with that, he drags Shen Jiu’s pants and underwear all the way off him so that he’s completely naked from the waist down. He tosses it onto the floor out of the way, then grabs one of the pillows nearby.
“Lift up a little,” Yue Qingyuan instructs, and he helps and then puts a pillow underneath the small of Shen Jiu’s back - elevating him, putting him on a little pedestal as if he’s a luxury item meant for consumption.
“What are you doing?” Shen Jiu asks suspiciously, but he doesn’t resist as Yue Qingyuan takes out a bottle lube from his own pants pocket and flicks open the cap, squirting out a palmful of lube onto his fingers.
“I’m going to make this feel very good for you,” Yue Qingyuan tells him, feeling as if he’s vibrating with excitement. “I’ll show you what good care I can take of you, how much I love you.”
Shen Jiu blushes and avoids eye contact, flustered and scowling. Yue Qingyuan smiles down at him fondly, and then pushes a slicked up finger inside of his little brother’s ass.
“Qi-ge!” Shen Jiu yelps, almost kicking him as he jerks.
“Shh, shh,” Yue Qingyuan soothes him, going still. “Calm down, Xiao-Jiu. You just have to be loose and relaxed, and I promise you it’s going to feel good.”
“It’s weird,” Shen Jiu whines, but he relents, uncurling slightly. He clutches tightly at the couch cushions, breathing loudly as his blush travels down to his chest, his perky little nipples. Unable to resist, Yue Qingyuan leans down and licks one, takes it into his mouth in a kiss and suckles on it. Shen Jiu keens, squirming on Yue Qingyuan’s single finger as if he isn’t sure he likes this or not. Overwhelmed, the poor thing.
Yue Qingyuan is patient. He takes his time, lavishing first one of Shen Jiu’s nipples with attention, then the other, giving the lightest tugs of his teeth so that Shen Jiu gasps and swears. He gets Shen Jiu so worked up that he doesn’t even twitch when he slides the second of his fingers inside of him, but instead only moans and rocks himself onto them, his body warm and welcoming, eager.
“Does it feel good, Xiao-Jiu?” Yue Qingyuan asks, despite knowing the answer perfectly well.
“Ye-- es, yes, Qi-ge,” Shen Jiu gasps out, tossing his head as Yue Qingyuan fingers him open. “It feels, it feels good. More.”
Delighted, Yue Qingyuan indulges him, sliding a third finger inside of him. Shen Jiu whines and rocks onto his fingers, quick and desperate.
“Do you want more, Xiao-Jiu?” Yue Qingyuan asks him. “Even more than that?”
“Yes,” Shen Jiu cries greedily, and he glares up at Yue Qingyuan with teary, demanding eyes. “I want more!”
Yue Qingyuan’s heart melts. Isn’t he just the most adorable child ever?
“Alright,” he says, and then takes his fingers out. Shen Jiu gives a betrayed gasp, and Yue Qingyuan shushes him, undoing his own zipper and then pulling his cock out. Larger than Shen Jiu’s but just as hard. He quickly gives it a coating of lube, and then lines it up against Shen Jiu’s hole before he can start throwing a tantrum about being empty. “Here I come.”
“Do it already!” Shen Jiu snaps. “You--”
And then he cuts off with sharp little gasp as Yue Qingyuan does exactly as he asked for. He sinks into Shen Jiu slowly, luxuriously. He groans at the feeling of it, so warm and tight, his little Xiao-Jiu wrapped around his cock. Underneath him, Shen Jiu cries out at the feeling of it, grabbing onto Yue Qingyuan desperately.
“Stop!” he cries. “It, it’s too big, stop it--”
“Shh,” Yue Qingyuan soothes him, like he’s just had a nightmare again. “You can take it, Xiao-Jiu. I know you can. You’ll love it.”
And ever so slowly, Yue Qingyuan pushes himself all the way into Shen Jiu to the very root of him, as Shen Jiu trembles and moans and begs. A feeling of contentment washes over him as he does so, of having managed to get as close to Shen Jiu as he possibly can. He could stay exactly like this for hours and hours.
“Qi-ge,” Shen Jiu gasps out, and a tear slips down the side of his face. “It hurts.”
“Oh, sweetie,” Yue Qingyuan says fondly, and he leans down to press a kiss to his cheek. Then, while he’s there, he kisses his temple, his brow, the bridge of his nose, and finally his mouth. He gets stuck there for a while, nibbling and licking at Shen Jiu’s lower lip, slipping his tongue inside of his mouth when a soft moan seems to wrench its way out of Shen Jiu against his will. Once he finally resurfaces, Shen Jiu looks just as sulky but less betrayed. Warmly, he strokes the side of his face comfortingly. “It’s going to feel better very soon. You just have to adjust.”
“I want it to feel good now,” Shen Jiu says childishly.
“I know you do, baby,” Yue Qingyuan says. “Here, let me help.”
And he takes Shen Jiu’s cock and strokes it snugly, and Shen Jiu twitches on his cock. Yue Qingyuan groans and Shen Jiu badly tries to bite back a sweet little moan, glaring up at him as if to make up for it.
“Doesn’t that already feel better?” Yue Qingyuan asks, lovingly fondling Shen Jiu’s cock.
“Nn-- no,” Shen Jiu lies poorly, stubborn as ever.
“So you don’t want me to start fucking you?” Yue Qingyuan asks, and he gives a shallow, rocking thrust of his hips.
Shen Jiu moans, and then slaps his hand over his mouth, mortified.
“Come on, you can moan for your Qi-ge, can’t you?” Yue Qingyuan asks. “Show me that you like it, Xiao-Jiu. I love your little noises.”
“It’s fine,” Shen Jiu mutters, and then another moan drags its way out of him as Yue Qingyuan thrusts again, just a little harder this time, a little deeper.
“My Xiao-Jiu is so sweet and hot and tight,” Yue Qingyuan tells him, gushing. “You’re just perfect to fuck, aren’t you?”
“Am not,” Shen Jiu says, not quite managing to hide how flattered he feels by the praise.
“You are,” Yue Qingyuan insists, and then he thrusts again, deeper. Shen Jiu gives a filthy moan, his entire body rocking with the thrust, his body squeezing tightly around Yue Qingyuan’s cock, needy and hungry. “Do you like this game, Xiao-Jiu? Do you want to play it with me again?”
“Maybe,” Shen Jiu says breathily, as if he isn’t already trying to meet Yue Qingyuan’s thrusts, rocking his hips to meet his cock. “If you want to.”
“I want to,” Yue Qingyuan tells him feverishly. “I want to play with you every day and night, every single time you get hard and need someone to take care of you. You couldn’t do this on your own, could you? You need me to get fucked, Xiao-Jiu. Tell me it feels good.”
“It feels-- it feels good,” Shen Jiu admits, reluctant and embarrassed.
“You love getting fucked by my cock?”
“It’s fine,” Shen Jiu says.
“Tell me you love my cock, Xiao-Jiu.”
“Your cock is-- it’s good, it’s fine, it--”
Yue Qingyuan is fucking him properly now, setting a firm and steady rhythm as he fucks Shen Jiu into the couch. Shen Jiu is panting for breath, flushed and starting to sweat, moaning between every other word as if he just can’t help himself.
“Tell me,” Yue Qingyuan says, snapping his hips so that Shen Jiu cries out.
“I, I love it!” Shen Jiu cries, his entire body moving with each thrust, bouncing on his cock like he was made for it, a matching piece, made just for Yue Qingyuan and no one else, never to be separated. “I love getting-- getting fucked by your c- cock, Qi-ge!”
Yue Qingyuan strokes Shen Jiu off ruthlessly as he fucks him, and Shen Jiu cries as he comes, shaking and trembling through it, noisy and overwhelmed. Yue Qingyuan, wild with adoration, keeps fucking him for another few minutes, hard and fast as Shen Jiu softens and goes limp, whimpering and spent as he gets fucked like a ragdoll. He finishes inside of Shen Jiu with a cry of his own, hanging his head as he comes. He stays where he is for a long moment, catching his breath like he’s just sprinted a mile, and when he pulls his cock out of him, cum dribbles out of Shen Jiu’s abused hole.
“Looks like-- like you need a bath, Xiao-Jiu,” Yue Qingyuan says breathlessly.
“That’s your fault, Qi-ge,” Shen Jiu says sulkily, glaring up at him with teary eyes.
After that, things completely spiral out of control. Or rather, it all stays within Yue Qingyuan’s control, but he loses control of himself. He gets… ravenous.
Not only does he set a curfew for Shen Jiu, he also gives him a strict bedtime. He starts selecting his outfits for the day himself, picking the clothes that he thinks would look best on him, and then he dresses him too. Shen Jiu raises his arm obediently to have shirts pulled over his head, as sweet and obedient as a small child, only occasionally huffing or sourly crossing his arms, and never at the wrong things.
Also, they start playing dress up. Or rather, Yue Qingyuan plays dress up, with Shen Jiu as his willing doll. They’d done this a little when they’d been kids, but they hadn’t had anything to work with. Now, Yue Qingyuan can buy outfits for them to play with.
“I look ridiculous,” Shen Jiu says, frowning at his reflection.
“You look adorable,” Yue Qingyuan disagrees. “Do a twirl, please?”
Shen Jiu rolls his eyes, but he does do a twirl. The short skirt lifts as he does so, revealing a glimpse of his panties. The stockings on his legs look silky soft to the touch, and he walks competently in the six inch high heels Yue Qingyuan gave him. He has a cute little short sleeved button up blouse on, just unbuttoned enough to reveal a tantalizing hint of a lacy bra to match the panties.
“So cute,” Yue Qingyuan repeats, and then, “hey, do you want to play the other game too?”
Shen Jiu tilts his head, thinking, then shrugs. “Fine.”
“Great!” Yue Qingyuan says, smiling. “Come here, kneel in front of me.”
Giving Yue Qingyuan a dubious look, he does just that, kneeling primply in front of Yue Qingyuan so that he’s at eye level with his crotch.
“What are we going to do?” Shen Jiu asks, looking up at him.
“One moment,” Yue Qingyuan says, and he quickly fishes his phone out of his pocket. With practiced motions he quickly enters the app, and taps out a quick edit, submitting it. “Okay, now we can play.”
“Qi-ge can play with his phone later,” Shen Jiu pouts. “He’s supposed to be playing with Xiao-Jiu now.”
Oh, that’s so adorable. Just like when he was five again, that cute little phase he had. He’ll have to change his speech pattern back later, obviously, whenever he leaves the house. But maybe he can stay like this when it’s just the two of them home alone.
“I’m sorry,” Yue Qingyuan says indulgently. “In return, how about I teach you a new skill? Do you know how to suck a cock, Xiao-Jiu?”
“No, Xiao-Jiu doesn’t,” Shen Jiu says, shaking his head.
“Well, then now’s the time to learn. It’ll be a lot of fun, I promise,” Yue Qingyuan says, fishing his cock out of his pants. He’s already half hard, has been so since he’d done up Shen Jiu’s bra for him. He should get Shen Jiu more lingerie.
Shen Jiu wrinkles his nose, looking at Yue Qingyuan’s cock. “Qi-ge’s cock isn’t supposed to go into that hole. Is he sure that it’s going to taste good? Xiao-Jiu doesn’t want to taste anything icky.”
“It’s nice and clean, just for you,” Yue Qingyuan coaxes him, as if persuading him to try out a new food. “Come on, just give it a taste. One little lick.”
Reluctantly, Shen Jiu opens his mouth - his lips painted a deep, dark red, to go with his outfit - and he licks a tentative stripe up Yue Qingyuan’s cock like it’s a lollipop.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Yue Qingyuan says. “Take it into your mouth now, baby.”
“Fine,” Shen Jiu scoffs, and then he does exactly that. He stalls out halfway through, going a little teary eyed with strain, and he gives Yue Qingyuan’s cock a cross eyed scowl for being so big. Yue Qingyuan muffles a laugh, pressing a hand over his own mouth. His mouth is warm and wet, a lovely thing to put his cock in.
“You don’t have to take the whole thing, Xiao-Jiu,” Yue Qingyuan consoles him. “It’s normal to just do half.”
Shen Jiu whines a protest around his mouthful, upset and offended at not being able to take the whole thing. Stubbornly, he keeps trying to get more and more of it into his mouth, only managing to turn himself into a teary, drooling mess. Yue Qingyuan groans appreciatively, shallowly rocking his cock into Shen Jiu’s mouth so that he gags just a little.
“Suck, Xiao-Jiu,” Yue Qingyuan reminds him fondly, and closes his eyes and hums as Shen Jiu does just that.
A pleasant few minutes pass just like that, Shen Jiu’s ministrations sloppy and messy and overeager, trying to do more than he’s ready for and hopelessly smearing his lipstick in the process. When Yue Qingyuan makes a small warning noise and comes, he’s still taken off guard by it. Yue Qingyuan comes into his mouth, and Shen Jiu’s eyes widen and he recoils, and then there’s cum splattered across his lovely red lips, his chin, and down across his chest.
“Qi-ge made a mess of Xiao-Jiu!” Shen Jiu hotly complains, glaring up at him as if he hadn’t made plenty of mess himself.
“Aw, I’m sorry, baby,” Yue Qingyuan tells him. “Just-- give me a moment, spread your knees a little bit wider?”
Scowling up at him, Shen Jiu obeys him. Yue Qingyuan coos praise at him, and then leans down and lifts his skirt up enough to take his cock out of his panties. It stands hard and eager, flushed adorably desperate, and he takes a step back to take the sight in. Shen Jiu, lipstick smeared and cum splattered on his face, eyes teary and shirt half undone, his hard cock sticking up out from his rucked up skirt, revealing panties, his knees spread and legs to either side behind him, high heels on him.
“You look so pretty,” Yue Qingyuan tells him. “I have to take a picture, okay?”
“Fine,” Shen Jiu huffs, flushing, and pretends not to preen as Yue Qingyuan takes his phone out again and starts snapping pictures again.
“Can you do a pose for me, please?” Yue Qingyuan asks, and Shen Jiu scoffs as this is a massive ask, but then holds both of his hands up, flashing peace signs. “Such a good boy, Xiao-Jiu.”
“Xiao-Jiu knows he’s a good boy”, Shen Jiu says haughtily, very obviously trying not to smile. “Is Qi-ge going to fuck his Xiao-Jiu now?”
“Impatient,” Yue Qingyuean teases, and then, “get on your hands and knees, baby.”
Shen Jiu gets on his hands and knees with a speed that betrays his eagerness, and Yue Qingyuan muffles another laugh, quickly setting the last picture as his screensaver. He has more new pictures in his album of Shen Jiu than he’s had in years. Getting onto the floor, he flips Shen Jiu’s skirt up and pulls his panties down. It shows off the plug Yue Qingyuan had put in Shen Jiu as they’d played dress up, slicking up and readying him just for this.
“Such a good boy,” Yue Qingyuan repeats, taking the plug out. “You’re all mine, aren’t you?”
“Of course,” Shen Jiu says, as if anything else would be stupid. He arches his back into it eagerly as Yue Qingyuan dips a testing two fingers inside of him, making sure that he’s still stretched nice and loose for him. “Xiao-Jiu and Qi-ge belong together, forever and ever.”
Yue Qingyuan feels his heart melt, happiness brimming inside of him so that he hardly knows what to do with it.
“You’ll never leave me?” Yue Qingyuan asks, taking his fingers out. “Not even when you’re all grown up, and want to be independent?”
“Never,” Shen Jiu says vehemently. “Xiao-Jiu doesn’t want to be grown up. He just wants to be Qi-ge’s!”
“Aren’t you the sweetest thing?” Yue Qingyuan asks, and he slides his cock inside of Shen Jiu, earning himself a happy little squeal. And then he fucks him, putting his back into it, intending to fuck Shen Jiu into such a limp, exhausted little heap that Yue Qingyuan will have to carry him into the bathroom to get cleaned up himself.
Even if Shen Jiu ever changes his mind about not wanting to leave him, he won’t be able to if he’s stuck on Yue Qingyuan’s cock, will he?