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Lu Guang resists the urge to shiver in pleasure at the hand settled on his waist, a thumb pressed into his shirt, drawing soft circles into the silk. Was being this close to someone who was ‘just a colleague’ normal? He wasn’t sure.
He did know, however, that the house he’s walking through at the moment was rather pretty. Bright and warm, whoever decorated it had surprisingly good taste.
Maybe their taste was a little too good. Lu Guang hadn’t even realised he’d stopped walking, now staring blankly at a soft couch. He feels himself drift in and out of consciousness until a hand tugged his pinky, another one waving in front of his face.
His eyes focused on the man in front of him, and he felt a warmth settle into the pit of his stomach.
“Lu Guang… Lu Guang…”
Locks of black hair sat messily against broad shoulders, and Lu Guang felt himself burn up with an itch to grab a fistful of it and pull, and brown eyes, like pools of melting chocolate, stared back at him worriedly.
Worriedly?
It was only then he realised the man’s lips were moving and words were coming out. Lu Guang squinted his eyes, trying to make out what he was saying.
“Ang… Lu Guang… Lu Guang!”
He feels himself snap back into reality, the sound of his colleague calling his name filling his ears. He blinks slowly, mumbling out a breathless, “Cheng Xiaoshi…?” Cheng Xiaoshi sighed in relief and he smiled.
“Finally!” Cheng Xiaoshi exclaims, visibly relieved. “You weren’t responding to me. I was really worried!” His eyes scan Lu Guang’s body for any signs of illness. “Are you okay?” His hands grasped his shoulders, gently shaking him as he interrogated him.
Lu Guang pushes him away, his face heating up at the close proximity. “I’m fine, Xiaoshi Gégé,” He reassured.
Why was he even here? This place was far too bright and it was far too late for this.
Oh. right. He’d needed a good photographer for one of his personal ‘photoshoots’, and Cheng Xiaoshi had all but begged to be one for him.
And it didn’t help that Cheng Xiaoshi used to be a big time photographer. Everyone told him this was a once in a lifetime offer. He’d even insisted they shoot at his house, boasting at how he’d have all the .
And though it would make his plans harder to execute, he supposed that the rewards he would get to reap would be worth it.
If everything went according to plan.
Lu Guang met Cheng Xiaoshi’s eyes, still that lovely deep brown, but now framed by furrowing brows. His forehead creased as he frowned worriedly.
He’d decided then that worry was not a good look on Cheng Xiaoshi’s otherwise handsome face.
“I'm fine, really.”
His assurance is met with only a disappointed frown.
“Honestly Gégé, you don't have to worry about me,”
“How can I not? If I do not worry about you, who's to say you won't neglect your health and issues and get even worse?”
Cheng Xiaoshi’s hand ruffles his hair, and Lu Guang stiffens up, unsure of how to react to the sudden affection and concern he was suddenly showered with.
“Anyway,” he began awkwardly, his tongue feeling like lead in his mouth. “You said you had a room that fit perfectly with what we were gonna do today?”
He seems to have found his trigger, as Cheng Xiaoshi’s face brightens up, and if Lu Guang focused he would surely see a fluffy tail wagging back and forth between the model’s legs. “Oh, yeah! Thanks for reminding me! It’s over here,” He grabbed hold of Lu Guang’s arm, tugging him into a room just a few feet away.
“Welcome to my dark room,” Cheng Xiaoshi announces proudly, puffing his chest up rather adorably, at least by Lu Guang’s standards. The room was, as the name suggested, dark. The only source of light being the red LED bulb hanging from the ceiling. The walls were adorned with photos, and the counters were covered in tubs of chemicals he couldn’t name. And strangest of all, a chaise lounge.
Lu Guang walks up to the seat, running his fingers across the black velvet of the chaise.
“I didn’t know you took photos in dark rooms,” Lu Guang muttered in awe, it was his first time being in a dark room in person. Cheng Xiaoshi only chuckled affectionately. “We usually don’t, but this room has the best lighting for the kinda pics we’re taking today, don’t ya think?”
He couldn’t argue for that, the dim red lighting did give off a surprisingly sensual impression. And Cheng Xiaoshi was a professional, he clearly knew what he was talking about.
“I suppose it does, doesn’t it?’
Lu Guang slid onto the chaise lounge, sinking into the soft velvety cushions. It was so soft.
Now that he thought about it, his eyes felt heavy. He’d worked hard all month, he just wanted to… rest his eyes.
“Hey now, don’t fall asleep just yet. I’ll take you back to your hotel room once we’re done, ‘kay?” He heard the other male say teasingly.
But he was so tired…
He heard a rustle of clothes, and blearily opened an eye just in time to see Cheng Xiaoshi take off his jacket, folding it neatly before placing it on the counter. Lu Guang swallowed heavily, watching as a large hand reached into his back pocket, patting around… feeling for something…
“Found it!” Cheng Xiaoshi muttered under his breath, lifting his phone with a grin aimed at Lu Guang. He settled down on the chaise, his hand sliding back to Lu Guang’s hip, tugging him closer until their bodies were pressed together. His hand tightens around Lu Guang’s waist in an almost possessive hold. Lu Guang’s breath caught in his throat and his cheeks warmed with a delicate touch of coral. Nevertheless, he leaned closer to get a better look at Cheng Xiaoshi’s phone screen.
Definitely not because he enjoyed the warmth emanating from the latter’s body.
“So,” Cheng Xiaoshi began. “I did a little research on the type of shoot you wanted.” Lu Guang’s face gets redder, and he grits out, “Yeah? What about it?” He watches intently as dexterous fingers quickly switch to his photos app. “And I found some inspo pics. Here, look through these and tell me what you like,” He passes the phone to Lu Guang, their fingers brushing against each other briefly, and Lu Guang tries not to shiver at the contact. Cheng Xiaoshi sits beside him silently, his fingers tapping against the chaise impatiently.
Suddenly, Xiaoshi bolts up from his seat.
“I’ll get us some drinks. Would you prefer tea or juice?” The sudden question startled Lu Guang, and he fumbled with the phone in his hands.
“Uh, tea," Lu Guang replied, his voice slightly strained as he tried to maintain his composure. He glanced down at the screen, the images Cheng Xiaoshi had pulled up making his heart race even faster. The soft touch of their fingers still lingered, and he found it hard to concentrate on anything else.
As Cheng Xiaoshi walked away, Lu Guang tried to steady his breathing, scrolling through the photos. Each one was a mix of elegant and intimate, making him blush even more. He couldn’t help but wonder if Cheng Xiaoshi had realised the effect this was having on him.
He slumped against the cushions of the chaise, pondering his next course of action. His finger rested against the screen. Lu Guang closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing.
No use getting nervous now.
He slowly blinked his eyes open, lashes fluttering as he attempted to focus in the dim red light. Lu Guang looked down at Cheng Xiaoshi’s phone, still nestled in his hand, and noticed something had changed. The photo he had been viewing earlier was no longer on the screen. His finger must have inadvertently swiped, exiting the photo.
But what caught his attention now was a folder displayed prominently on the phone. The folder’s cover was familiar—one of his recent photoshoots. The name on the folder was simple yet striking: a blue heart.
Lu Guang’s curiosity was piqued. He hesitated for a moment, then tapped the folder to open it. A knot formed in his stomach. Inside the folder were pictures of Lu Guang from almost all photoshoots, even the ones that hadn’t made the cut. Why did Cheng Xiaoshi have these? He scrolled through the folders contents, the knot tightening with every photo, until he stopped on a photo of him laying in bed.
Where did he get this? The angle was unmistakable. He’d seen it countless times from the reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows in his own room. His hands began to tremble, an icy unease creeping into his veins as he continued scrolling. Each image felt like an invasion of his privacy, more intimate and unsettling than the last. He found himself staring at a photo of him in a hot spring, the image capturing him in a vulnerable moment he distinctly remembered being alone. He had little recollection of taking any photos that day, much less of him sending any to others of that day.
Just as he was about to delve deeper into the contents of his phone, Lu Guang heard a soft rustle in front of him. His fingers flew across the screen, hurriedly returning to the folder of photos Cheng Xiaoshi had asked him to look through. The movement was almost instinctual—quick and jittery, as if every second counted. He lifted his head up to meet the other’s eyes, and forced his lips to stretch into a smile.
“Hey,” Cheng Xiaoshi began, seemingly unaware of the inner turmoil his phone had started in Lu Guang’s conscience. “I got the tea,” He placed the tray on the table, pouring the liquid into two cups. Lu Guang watched anxiously as an olive green liquid filled the cups, lacing the air with a floral tang. Cheng Xiaoshi took his seat next to Lu Guang on the chaise lounge once more, flashing him an innocent smile, “But have mercy on me. Tea's not exactly my specialty."
Lu Guang merely scoffed, his hands trembling as he reached for a cup. His mind raced for an explanation. What was the meaning of Cheng Xiaoshi possessing so many photos of him? How had he gotten some of them? Lu Guang thought back to every interaction he’d had with him. With this newfound information, every word and touch suddenly took on a whole new meaning. Could the attraction he’d been feeling toward Cheng Xiaoshi be mutual? A twisted sense of gratification swirled in his gut at the revelation.
“Did you look through the photos I asked?” Cheng Xiaoshi’s voice interrupted his train of thought. Lu Guang sputtered on the tea, his hands clammy and his distress visible.
Well, visible to anyone but Cheng Xiaoshi.
“I…I did,” Lu Guang began, shakily placing the cup back on the tray, schooling his expression into something more relaxed. He willed himself not to think about the folder he’d seen. He had his own plans after all, and the progression of this shoot was key in executing said plans. “I actually managed to find some I liked. This one for example,” he leans in closer to Cheng Xiaoshi, intentionally brushing a hand across the latter’s back, “The atmosphere here matches the image in my head, you know?”
Cheng Xiaoshi grasped the phone, gently tugging it out of Lu Guang’s hands, his fingers brushing against Lu Guang’s once again in an almost deliberate manner. His eyes scanned over the screen, His eyes scanned over the screen, his expression thoughtful as he considered the image Lu Guang had selected. “Yeah, I see what you mean,” he murmured, nodding slowly. “As I thought, the lighting here is perfect for that vibe.”
Lu Guang let out a small, almost imperceptible sigh of relief. He had managed to steer the conversation back to the photoshoot, away from the disturbing discovery he’d just made. But even as he tried to focus on the task at hand, the unsettling images from the folder kept flashing in his mind.
“Now that we’ve gotten an idea of what you want,” Cheng Xiaoshi began, breaking the silence, “We should begin the real photoshoot. Let me go get my camera and lights, okay?” Cheng Xiaoshi shifted slightly on the chaise lounge before pushing himself up, the soft velvet cushions gave way beneath him, and as he rose to his feet, the room seemed to momentarily hold its breath. His movements were unhurried, almost languid, but there was an undercurrent of purpose in the way he straightened his shirt and brushed a hand through his hair.
The dim red light cast long shadows as he took a step forward, his gaze lingering on Lu Guang for just a second too long. There was something unreadable in his eyes—an emotion that flickered and then disappeared as quickly as it had come. Without a word, he turned on his heel, the sound of his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet as he walked toward the door.
The air stirred slightly as he passed, carrying with it the faint scent of the tea that still lingered in the room. Cheng Xiaoshi’s hand found the door handle, and with a soft click, he opened the door. He hesitated for the briefest of moments, his figure framed in the doorway, before he stepped out into the dimly lit hallway beyond.
The door closed behind him with a quiet thud, leaving Lu Guang alone in the room, the tension of the moment hanging in the air like the fading echo of Cheng Xiaoshi’s presence. Lu Guang waited, biding his time till he was sure that Cheng Xiaoshi was far enough. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a small sachet, ripping it open carefully and drizzling it into a tea cup. He carefully pinched the sachet between his fingers, rolling it from the bottom upwards to squeeze out every last drop. His fingers worked methodically, flattening the packet as he coaxed out the remaining contents, refusing to leave a single drop behind. Lu Guang stuffed the now empty sachet into his bag pocket once more. He picked up a spoon from the tray, lightly swirling the contents of the cup, his eyes darting between the tea and the door, anticipating Cheng Xiaoshi’s return any moment.
Luck must have been on his side that day, because there's no sound of footsteps approaching the door. Lu Guang sighed softly, the tension still coiled tight in his chest. He set the spoon down, the soft clink against the porcelain echoing in the silence. With a measured breath, he reaches out for his own, half empty cup, lifting it to his lips. His movements were slow and precise, as if any sudden motion might shatter the fragile calm he’d constructed. The warmth of the tea spread through his fingers, but did little to ease the stiffness in his joints. Each swallow felt mechanical, as if he were forcing the liquid down rather than drinking it, and every muscle in his body remained taut, ready to react the moment Cheng Xiaoshi’s return disturbed the tense stillness.
Lu Guang placed the cup back onto the tray with exaggerated caution, his fingers lingering on the handle for a moment too long before he finally released it. He straightened in his seat, his back rigid against the chair, eyes narrowing as he listened intently for any sound from beyond the door, the weight of his actions settling heavily on his shoulders.
Lu Guang’s eyes landed on the porcelain cup, and a shameful delight overtook his senses. Lu Guang was no artisan of tea, but this cup was his masterpiece—a brew simmering with passion, stirred with obsession, and laced with the sweet taste of guilt. He could only pray that one day, Cheng Xiaoshi might brew a drink just as intoxicating, infused with the same fervour, the same desperate love.
A soft sound of footsteps in the hallway drew Lu Guang’s attention, the door creaking open. Cheng Xiaoshi stepped back into the room, his hands filled with a cardboard box. He placed it carefully on the floor near the chaise lounge, his brow furrowed in concentration as he began to unpack its contents. “Alright, let’s get everything set up,” Cheng Xiaoshi said, his voice filled with a quiet excitement. He moved to place the camera on a tripod, adjusting its height and angle to capture the perfect shots.
Lu Guang watched the setup with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. And as Cheng Xiaoshi moved around the room, setting up a ring light and softbox, he took occasional sips from his cup of tea, seemingly unhurried. The warm glow of the ring light highlighted his focused expression as he meticulously adjusted its position. Between each adjustment, he would lift the cup to his lips, savouring the gentle, floral taste of the tea.
The rhythmic clinking of the tea cup against the saucer punctuated his movements, the steam curling upwards in the dim red light. Each sip seemed to offer him a moment of reflection, his gaze drifting over the equipment as he planned his next steps. The tea’s scent mingled with the heavy air of anticipation in the room, creating an oddly soothing contrast to the tense atmosphere. Lu Guang’s shoulders relaxed, dropping down as he leaned into the chaise, enjoying the silence as Cheng Xiaoshi worked.
That was step one.
Cheng Xiaoshi glanced over his shoulder, catching Lu Guang’s eye. “You ready to start?” He asked, his tone light and inviting, unaware of the darker undertones that Lu Guang’s plan carried.
Lu Guang swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah, we can start.”
The camera flashed as Cheng Xiaoshi guided Lu Guang’s movements—first unbuttoning his shirt, then loosening his belt, and finally laying him back against the headrest. Lu Guang obeyed each command, forcing a neutral expression while focusing on the camera’s flash rather than the growing tension in his trousers.
Eventually, the shirt was discarded entirely, leaving Lu Guang stretched out on the chaise lounge in nothing but his ever-tightening trousers. Lu Guang's breathing grew shallow as the cold air prickled his bare skin, contrasting sharply with the heat bubbling beneath the surface. Cheng Xiaoshi’s gaze was intense, scrutinising and dissecting every inch of him as if he were capturing more than just a photograph, something transcendent.
“Lift your chin, just a bit,” Cheng Xiaoshi instructed, his voice calm but with an undercurrent of something darker. Lu Guang obeyed, tilting his head back slightly, feeling the smooth velvet of the chaise lounge beneath his exposed skin. The camera clicked softly, the light a tender glow in the dim room.
The session continued, and Lu Guang found it increasingly difficult to maintain his composure. His mind raced, filled with thoughts of Cheng Xiaoshi's hands—how they lingered just a little too long on his skin, how his fingers brushed against him more intimately than necessary. There was a tension in the air, thick and almost suffocating, as if both of them were playing a dangerous game, each waiting for the other to make the first move.
"Good, just like that," Cheng Xiaoshi murmured, his voice closer now, as he adjusted the camera. Lu Guang could feel the heat radiating from him, his scent mingling with the faint sweetness of the green tea. His body ached with anticipation, every nerve on edge as he waited for the next instruction—or perhaps something more.Was this really just a photoshoot, or had they crossed an unspoken line? Lu Guang's eyes flickered to the camera, then back to Cheng Xiaoshi, silently pleading for a hint of what was to come next.
Lu Guang’s eyes met Cheng Xiaoshi’s flushed face, a faint blush dusting itself over his cheeks. His jaw hung open as he exhaled shakily, his hands trembling as he weakly adjusted the camera for the next shot.
Had it already begun taking effect? A heady warmth pooled in Lu Guang’s gut at the thought.
“Xiaoshi… Gégé,” Lu Guang began, looking up at Cheng Xiaoshi through ruffled locks of ivory hair. Cheng Xiaoshi’s breath hitched, his gaze locked with Lu Guang’s, and he swallowed thickly. The air hung heavy around them, thick with unspoken desire. Lu Guang struggled to take a breath but pressed on, his eyes trailing down Cheng Xiaoshi’s body in a slow, deliberate manner. His gaze settled on the hardened bulge in the latter’s trousers.
"You're a bit..." he trailed off, his hand gesturing vaguely toward Cheng Xiaoshi’s trousers, where the fabric now looked far too tight for comfort. Cheng Xiaoshi’s face flushed deeper at Lu Guang’s scrutiny, his breaths coming in uneven gasps. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust the fit of his trousers, but the movement only heightened the evident strain. Lu Guang’s gaze remained unwavering, his expression a mixture of fascination and calculated intent.
“Does it... bother you?” Cheng Xiaoshi's voice came out rough, a stark contrast to the soft murmur he had tried to maintain. He met Lu Guang’s eyes with a mix of challenge and vulnerability, as if daring him to address the unspoken tension.
Lu Guang's lips curled into a slow, deliberate smile. “Not at all,” he murmured, his tone low and teasing. “In fact, I quite like this new side of you.” As he spoke, his tongue darted out, swiping against his lower lip.
Damn, Lu Guang had no right to be so tantalising. Cheng Xiaoshi felt his control slipping from him with every word he’d heard those lips utter.
Those damned lips.
“Gégé, I could help you,” What? “But only if you want me to.” Huh?
What was Lu Guang saying? And what gave him the right to be so cocky? To tempt and tease him like this, he must understand the underlying implications of his words, he has to.
Without a word, Lu Guang shifted from his position on the chaise, rising smoothly and striding purposefully towards Cheng Xiaoshi, till he stood chest to chest against the man.
Lu Guang’s hands traced Cheng Xiaoshi’s body, his palms sliding up the latter’s arms, wrapping around the nape of his neck. He cradled his head adoringly, their foreheads brushing together with a soft, intimate touch. Lu Guang’s breath fanned out gently over Cheng Xiaoshi’s lips, each exhale warm and mingling with the faint tremor of Cheng Xiaoshi’s own breath.
“Do you want me to help you, Gégé?”
Fuck, that damn nickname again. It shattered Cheng Xiaoshi’s resolve, his breath hitching as he looked up. In an instant, he closed the distance between them, crashing his lips onto Lu Guang’s with desperate fervour.
Lu Guang stiffened in surprise, but only for a heartbeat. His hands quickly tangled in the mess of coal-black locks as his lips moved in sync with Cheng Xiaoshi’s. A soft whimper escaped him as Cheng Xiaoshi’s tongue teased, and his teeth nipped at Lu Guang’s lips, coaxing them open, begging for entry. Lu Guang’s breath hitched as Cheng Xiaoshi’s tongue brushed against his, sending jolts of electric desire down his spine. Cheng Xiaoshi’s hands slid down to Lu Guang’s back, pulling him closer, as if he were trying to keep him from escaping.
Lu Guang’s mind raced—this was too much, too fast, yet he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. His heart pounded in his chest, a wild rhythm that matched the frantic pace of their kiss. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a small voice whispered that they were crossing a line, but the pull of Cheng Xiaoshi’s warmth, the way his lips moved with such desperation, drowned out any hesitation.
In a desperate attempt to convey his desires, Lu Guang’s hips jutted into Cheng Xiaoshi’s, grinding fervently at the erection straining against the latter’s pants. His thoughts muddled by the hands that travelled lower and lower, coming down to cup Lu Guang’s ass, pulling his hips into Cheng Xiaoshi’s. Lu Guang choked on a gasp, his hands shakily coming up to Cheng Xiaoshi’s chest, unfastening each button of his shirt, watching as the cream satin parted to reveal smooth, pale plains of skin. His hands paused their journey, mesmerised by the masterpiece before him.
A dizzying rush of adrenaline surged through him, leaving him lightheaded. It was as if all the blood had drained from his head, replaced by a swirling euphoria that made his vision swim. His slender body contoured with slopes and dips of muscle, the faint outline of his abs like a gentle engraving, etched into the smooth canvas of his torso. His eyes followed the subtle ridges, in awe as they tightened and relaxed with each sharp breath he drew in. His gaze landed just above his hips, where the sharp contours of Cheng Xiaoshi’s v-line drew his eye, carving a path down from his toned abdomen. The lines were subtle yet pronounced, leading toward the waistband of his trousers, an unspoken invitation that was both tantalising and understated.
Lu Guang swallowed thickly; his hand twitching as his mind begged him to take, claim, devour .
He snapped out of his daze when Cheng Xiaoshi dropped his head onto Lu Guang’s shoulder, lips grazing softly against the skin of his jugular. He hears Xiaoshi draw out a whine, pulling his hips in once more. “Mn…” Cheng Xiaoshi kissed along Lu Guang’s collarbones, trailing up to nip at his earlobe. “Xīngān…” His tongue runs the expanse of this ear shell once more, and Lu Guang feels his heart skip a beat. “Why did you stop?”
Cheng Xiaoshi’s hands reached for Lu Guang’s wrists, pulling them towards his waistband. A knot of desire and tension forms at the base of his navel. He was really doing this…
“Xiaoshi Gégé…”
His fingers are dipped under the waistband of Cheng Xiaoshi’s trousers, brushing against his erection.
“Shh… Guang, you don’t have to say anything.”
“But-”
A thumb rests against his lips, effectively silencing him. His eyes meet Cheng Xiaoshi's, the warm, chocolaty brown now deepened to a needy, almost desperate black. His pupils are blown wide, and his face is flushed pink till the tips of his ears.
“Just take what you need,” He coos out affectionately.
And good heavens, how could Lu Guang refuse such a tantalising offer? He couldn’t, wouldn’t, shouldn’t. He’d waited so long to have Cheng Xiaoshi like this, and now he finally did—though the route he’d taken to get here was rather unconventional. His free hand trembled as he held back the scalding urge to dig his nails into the firm muscle of Cheng Xiaoshi’s abdomen.
Instead, he allows Cheng Xiaoshi to guide his hand to cup his cock, and his breath caught in his throat at the warmth. Cheng Xiaoshi moans, low and deep, into Lu Guang’s ear, and Lu Guang takes it as encouragement to move his hand. He experiments with brushing his fingers across the veins lining it, occasionally letting his nails scrape against his tip, relishing in the way Cheng Xiaoshi keens and precome pearls and coats his finger tips.
“Cheng Xiaoshi,” Lu Guang mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can I really…?” He trails off, hoping Cheng Xiaoshi would understand. He fortunately does, raising a hand to flick and twist at Lu Guangs hardened nipples.
Cheng Xiaoshi nods, landing a final kiss on the perky buds before pulling away. “Of course,” He says, nonchalantly as if he were talking about the weather. He grinds his hips against Lu Guang, pulling a shuddering gasp from him. He kisses his collarbone tenderly, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin before trailing lower. “You’re already so sensitive,” Cheng Xiaoshi murmurs, his breath hot against Lu Guang’s chest. His hands wander, exploring every dip and curve of Lu Guang's body. He grinds his hips again, harder this time, earning a strangled moan in response.
"Xiaoshi..." Lu Guang's voice trembles, but Cheng Xiaoshi only hums in response, his focus entirely on the way Lu Guang arches beneath him, the tension between them growing thicker with every passing second.
“Come on, Xīngān,” Cheng Xiaoshi purred. “I’ve seen how you look at me. You’ve wanted me, no? And now you have me,” he continued, his words soft and sensual. “So take everything.”
Lu Guang could most certainly not decline an offer like that. Now, with full permission, his hand moves with more confidence. His free hand comes down to free Cheng Xiaoshi of his jeans and boxers, eyeing his cock as it springs out from the constrictive fabric.
Lu Guang's cheeks flushed as his gaze lingered. Cheng Xiaoshi’s length was, for lack of a better word, strikingly pretty. A strange mix of admiration and yearning stirred in Lu Guang’s chest. His breath hitched as his fingers twitched, hovering just above Cheng Xiaoshi’s skin, unsure whether to reach out or simply take in the sight. The heat between them only grew thicker, suffocating yet intoxicating.
"You’re... perfect," Lu Guang muttered, voice barely audible as he finally allowed his free hand to settle on Cheng Xiaoshi’s thigh, fingers curling into the soft skin with a trembling, tentative grip. Cheng Xiaoshi fit perfectly into the palm of Lu Guang's hand, every curve of his body responding to the touch. The warmth of his skin seeped into Lu Guang’s fingers, sending a rush of heat straight to his chest. His breath stuttered, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight before him.
The only response he gets is a breathy chuckle, and a hand wrapping around Lu Guang’s, guiding it up and down Cheng Xiaoshi’s member. Their lips meet in an intimate waltz, soft and deep as their tongues intertwine.
“Xiaoshi… slow down,” Lu Guang gasped out, his breath ragged as he dropped his head against Cheng Xiaoshi’s shoulder, trying to steady himself. His fingers tightened against the soft skin of Cheng Xiaoshi’s thigh, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.
Cheng Xiaoshi stilled for a moment, his hand tracing soothing circles on Lu Guang’s back. “Am I overwhelming you?” he teased, his voice low and husky, though a trace of genuine concern flickered in his eyes. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of Lu Guang’s head, his lips lingering there.
Lu Guang’s breathing gradually evened out, but the heat between them remained palpable, neither willing to completely let go of the tension that hung thick in the air.
He looked up at Cheng Xiaoshi, his eyes dark with need. “No,” he muttered, voice barely steady. “It’s just... my legs are about to give out,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. He hadn’t even come once, and yet he was already so worn out, a faint tremble in his limbs betraying just how close to the edge he was.
Luckily, Cheng Xiaoshi doesn’t tease him, only flashing a tiny smirk before lifting him up and carrying him over to the chaise, settling Lu Guang onto his lap as he ground his hips up into Lu Guang’s, ripping a whine from his swollen lips. Lu Guang’s hands scrambled for purchase against the fabric of the chaise, trying to reach for a semblance of the control he’d lost all too easily. All the while, Cheng Xiaoshi feasts upon the sweet flesh of his breasts, kissing and biting at his nipples as his fingers make quick work of his pants, pulling down his fly and tugging the trousers lower down his hips.
“Upsy Daisy,” Cheng Xiaoshi coaxed, his hands guiding Lu Guang’s hips up slightly as the latter shifted, enjoying the faint blush dusting his cheeks. Cheng Xiaoshi skillfully slides the pants off Lu Guang’s body, tossing them to the floor. He would deal with them later, right now he was going to take his sweet time to worship the body in front of him. Just then, Lu Guang takes Cheng Xiaoshi’s member into one hand, spitting onto his other before using the saliva to coat it roughly, until there was a faint, but noticeable, sheen to it. Cheng Xiaoshi’s head lolled back, his jaw hung open as a litany of moans flowed through the open lips.
Lu Guang’s hands twitch in time with the cock nestled between them, and his teeth pull at his lower lip to silence his soft whines. A heady cloud of desire fogs over his rational thinking, and so he lets Cheng Xiaoshi’s palms touch and grope over his bare legs.
A hand reached for his lips, thumb prying Lu Guang’s lower lip and pushing down on his tongue. Lu Guang understands, wordlessly wrapping his tongue around his finger and sucking. He obediently accepts more fingers, making sure to lather them in his spit until Cheng Xiaoshi tugs his fingers out of his mouth. Slowly, Cheng Xiaoshi lowers his fingers to Lu Guang’s hole. Lu Guang tries, and fails, to suppress the shudders that wrack through his body at the feeling of Cheng Xiaoshi’s fingers rubbing against him.
“Hey,” Cheng Xiaoshi crooned, squeezing Lu Guang’s waist ever so gently so as to grab his attention. “Bǎobèi, you’ve got to relax if we’re gonna make this work.” His free hand strokes the small of Lu Guang’s back, fingers caressing his skin till his shoulders loosen and he slouches against Cheng Xiaoshi’s body.
Pleased by Lu Guang’s reaction, Cheng Xiaoshi lazily brings his hand up, letting his finger delve into the velvet depths of Lu Guang’s tight hole. He watches in amusement as his muse tips his head back, exposing the elegant line of his neck.
Lu Guang’s eyes flutter shut, and a faint flush rises on his cheeks, leaving him momentarily vulnerable and entirely captivating. Cheng Xiaoshi can’t help the soft, almost reverent smile that curves his lips as he traces a finger down the length of Lu Guang’s throat, feeling the gentle pulse beneath his skin.
The first finger he pushes in is overwhelmingly cold, and Lu Guang bears down on it harder than necessary. He relaxes when Cheng Xiaoshi softly reminds him to, kissing away another stray tear as he does so. The second finger he pushes in is warmer and easier to accept, though the stretch burns as Cheng Xiaoshi scissors his fingers apart inside him.
“A-Guang, does it hurt?” Cheng Xiaoshi stills when he sees Lu Guang wince.
“No,” he lies. “I wouldn’t mind if it hurt, though,” His head knocks against Cheng Xiaoshi’s shoulder when the latter subconsciously flexes his fingers inside him. Through his peripherals, he catches a glimpse of Cheng Xiaoshi’s worried frown, and lifts his head to kiss his cheek, finishing, “So don't worry about me, gēgē.”
Cheng Xiaoshi doesn’t smile; instead, his frown seems to deepen. In an attempt to lighten the mood, Lu Guang tilts his head to the side and, with a playful tone reminiscent of a child, says, “Oh dear, keep frowning like that and you’ll end up with wrinkles.” Cheng Xiaoshi is taken aback at the sudden change in mood, his expression contorting into one of confusion. Lu Guang's heart softens at the sight, a pang of sympathy rising within him as he thinks of a kicked puppy.
He lands another soft peck to soothe him, before continuing, “You’re a big shot model now. We can’t have you looking ugly now, can we?”
“I just don’t want to hurt you,” He insists, resuming his prior actions. This time, his fingers probe deeper, with more earnestness and confidence as he studies every change in Lu Guang’s face intently.
For the most part, Xiaoshi takes his time prepping him, his fingers moving at a leisurely pace against Lu Guang’s prostate, not wanting to hurt him. Though, it feels torturous to the over sensitive Lu Guang.
“Please stop teasing me, Xiaoshi-ge,” He shoots a heatless glare at Cheng Xiaoshi, squirming in frustration as Xiaoshi’s shoulders shake with mirth.
“Have some patience, Qīn’ài de,” chides Xiaoshi. His fingers curl inside Lu Guang, A hint of a smile played on his lips as Lu Guang’s parted in a soundless gasp. His eyes meet steel grey one’s and his heart melts. Lu Guang looks just as desperate as Cheng Xiaoshi feels, and the look he gives him is tantalising.
No longer in the mood to tease him anymore, Cheng Xiaoshi delicately tugs his fingers out, careful not to stimulate Lu Guang more than necessary. Once his hand is free, he grasps his own hard-on, guiding it to Lu Guang’s hole.
“Guang-er, I’ll ask this one last time,” Lu Guang’s eyes are glazed over, but he makes an effort to look at Xiaoshi as he speaks, a rather adorable attempt from the usually stoic ice prince to make Cheng Xiaoshi aware that, yes, he was, in fact, listening to every word. But Cheng Xiaoshi stifles his laughter and continues, “Are you sure you want this. I don’t wanna do this if you don’t.”
Lu Guang scoffs, wrapping his arms around Cheng Xiaoshi’s neck. “Idiot, have you not been listening to anything I’ve been saying till now?”
“Lu Guang.”
Lu Guang’s breath hitches, and his response this time is straightforward, “Yes, Cheng Xiaoshi, I want this.”
And if Lu Guang squinted, perhaps he would be able to see the faintest smile gracing Cheng Xiaoshi’s lips. His hand runs through Lu Guang’s hair, tousling ivory locks of hair, and his voice is barely a whisper as he coos out a ‘thank you’.
Lu Guang’s thighs tense as he feels Cheng Xiaoshi slowly guide his cock into his hole, pushing past the tight ring of muscle, the warmth cajoling a low groan from Xiaoshi's lips. Lu Guang bites back moans as his hips sink down onto Cheng Xiaoshi’s member, choking out a gasp when he feels the other’s hand come back to wrap around his dick, Xiaoshi’s nails scraping his tip and spreading milky beads of precome over the head of his shaft.
“Slow and easy,” Cheng Xiaoshi’s free hand came to rest upon the dip of Lu Guang’s waist. His voice is soothing as he urges the latter to take his time, his hand still stroking his member.
“Oh-”
The hand on his hip slides up to brush away sweaty strands of hair that clung to Lu Guang’s temples. “I wonder how far it’ll reach.” Cheng Xiaoshi’s teasing words ignite a spark inside his body. Xiaoshi’s hand slides down Lu Guang’s torso, stopping just below his navel.
“Here?”
“Lewd,” Lu Guang chides, his ears burning.
“Aiyah, A-Guang,” Cheng Xiaoshi sighed, feigning hurt, “You say that like you’re not the one who is sitting on my lap at this moment.”
Xiaoshi’s words tease Lu Guang and send a rush of heat to his cheeks and ears, yet even so, his voice soothes still Lu Guang’s nerves. Slow and easy, Cheng Xiaoshi’s words repeated in his mind as he eased down onto his cock. He’s loose from Cheng Xiaoshi’s prep earlier, and the glide down is easier than he thought it would be. His hands grasp Cheng Xiaoshi’s shoulders as the latter’s hips jerk up into his, ripping out a low moan from Lu Guang’s lips.
As Lu Guang sinks down fully onto Xiaoshi’s cock, the latter’s fingers trail up to twist and tease at a sensitive nipple. “You’re doing so well, Bǎobèi,” he murmurs, the hand on Lu Guang’s waist sliding to stroke his back as his hips roll upward at a languid pace.
The only response from Lu Guang’s side is a tantalising sigh, and the familiar burn of nails digging into Cheng Xiaoshi’s own back. A soft smile pushes at Cheng Xiaoshi’s lips, and he presses them against Lu Guang’s neck in an attempt to suppress it.
“Cheng Xiaoshi,” Lu Guang’s voice is husky, and his words come out almost breathless. His hips rock against Xiaoshi’s. “Please,” He pleads, his tone saccharine, as tears slide down the flushed expanse of his cheeks.
“Aha, please what, Guang-Guang?”
All he gets from ‘guang-guang’ is a dazed glare.
“Aiyah, don’t look at me like that, dearest. How am I to know what it is you want, if you don’t tell me?” Cheng Xiaoshi’s hand reaches to swipe tears off of Lu Guang’s face. “We wouldn’t want a misunderstanding ruining the mood, now do we?”
Lu Guang wants to curse him out, but he only grows more and more agitated the longer Cheng Xiaoshi stalls, so he bites back the snarky replies and relinquishes the final fraying threads of control he clung to so tightly. He feels them slip through his fingers and pool into a lump of black, nestled in the palm of Cheng Xiaoshi’s hands, allowing him to take full control of the situation.
Almost instantly, red fills his lungs, coats the insides of his trachea, floods his ears. He feels it seep out of his pores. The red dots his bleary vision, and he chokes on the taste. It overcomes every inch of his body.
Red, the color of danger.
Red, the color of love.
Red, the color of desire .
Desire overwhelms him. He feels it when his eyes meet soft, honey-brown ones, begging for his affection. He feels it when large hands, much larger than his own, hold him tenderly as a camera flash immortalises the moment. He feels it rush to his brain like a drug when he sees his phone flash with a notification on WeChat. He shakes in the throes of desire when his manager informs him that his latest gig would be with him .
He gags and sputters on the red hot desire, sobbing pathetically into Cheng Xiaoshi’s arms as he chokes out, “Please, stop teasing me. I can’t take it anymore.”
Lu Guang squirms in his lap and Cheng Xiaoshi reluctantly lets go. Lu Guang pushes up on his arms and Xiaoshi’s breath catches as the other male raises his hips. He’s filled with a heady wave of lust as he relishes in the feeling of velvety walls wrapped around his cock.
Cheng Xiaoshi’s body shakes, and his voice shakes even more as he attempts to coo out to Lu Guang, “There, there.” He pets along Lu Guang’s spine, letting his nails dig into the pale skin. Xiaoshi’s nails drag through flushed, smooth planes of skin, the red lines left in their wake exude the remnants of Xiaoshi’s ardent love.
“What do you want from me? I’m yours, Lu Guang,” careful kisses against his collarbones punctuate his sentences, and he hopes Lu Guang enjoys the feeling as much as he does. “Take what you want. Take it all,” He urges Lu Guang in a pleased growl.
He slumps against the chaise, allowing Lu Guang to control the pace. After all, Lu Guang was the one who offered a helping hand, and it’s Lu Guang who boldly takes control now, sinking down to the base of Cheng Xiaoshi’s cock. And when Lu Guang’s arms slide down onto Xiaoshi’s shoulders, it’s his reward to listen as Cheng Xiaoshi’s breath hitches and quickens in pace.
“Then…Can I have this first, Xiaoshi-ge?” Lu Guang whispers against Xiaoshi’s lips.
Cheng Xiaoshi thinks he might pass out.
This boy is going to be the death of him.
Cheng Xiaoshi’s pleasure spikes, and his body grows warmer at Lu Guang words. His hand cups Lu Guang’s face, and he lets a shudder of pleasure when Lu Guang nuzzles into his hand, the latter’s lips curling into a tender smile.
He parts his lips, most probably to utter some words of encouragement to Lu Guang, but all that escapes is a surprised groan as Lu Guang begins his slow ascent on Cheng Xiaoshi’s member. He lifts himself up on shaky knees that threaten to give out, his hole fluttering and clenching around Cheng Xiaoshi’s stiff length, and it’s all that Cheng Xiaoshi can do to keep himself from bucking his hips into that tight heat.
Every second is better than any dream that Cheng Xiaoshi could ever have. The reality of the situation sinks in. He’s suddenly all too aware of Lu Guang, hot and real beneath his hands, his body trembling with every slight movement. He’s hit with the scent of sex filling the dimly lit room, and no amount of photos he could take would be able to replicate this.
And oh, how it would try, it could get so close that Cheng Xiaoshi could almost taste it, so close, he could feel the warm embrace of pleasure tickle his skin. He could get himself off to it.
But it would never be as good as this .
Lu Guang continues his periodic up and down motion, his glazed over eyes attempting to scan Cheng Xiaoshi’s face, for his expression, for a sign he’s doing well, for anything, but Cheng Xiaoshi’s head is tipped back, and Lu Guang strains through the roar of blood rushing in his ears to hear the heady gasps that fall from Cheng Xiaoshi’s lips. Lu Guang’s teeth tug on his bottom lip, and he lets his face fall into the crook of Cheng Xiaoshi’s neck, shuddering hisses escaping through his teeth.
Lu Guang’s breaths are short and shaky, each one punched out of him by the blunt head of Cheng Xiaoshi’s cock. His lips part, and he feels warm drool escape them, pooling onto Cheng Xiaoshi’s shoulder. He tells himself he should be ashamed, drooling uncontrollably like a child, he chides himself for getting lost in the sensation of Cheng Xiaoshi’s cock sliding inside his sensitive walls.
But he can’t deny that he loves the delicious friction of Cheng Xiaoshi’s raw cock grinds into him. He lets out a wanton keen as his hips drop down, the same time Cheng Xiaoshi’s hips thrust upward, into that bundle of nerves. He’s besieged with ecstasy singing through his trembling body and he sees stars burst behind his eyes.
“Cheng Xiaoshi!” he cries out.
Cheng Xiaoshi doesn’t respond. Instead, he takes advantage of Lu Guang’s stupefied state, angling his member and thrusting his hips upwards, setting a punishing pace, his nails leaving crescent shaped wounds into his waist.
Oh, how long Cheng Xiaoshi had waited. Three years of silently pining for this elusive senior. Three years of silently collecting every magazine with his face on it, of watching all of his interviews, of stealthily following him, familiarising himself with his daily routine. How repressed he’d been, after a single look at Lu Guang’s long, slender fingers had immediately his own hand utterly worthless.
So now, he savours every thrust into Lu Guang’s entrance. He grasps Lu Guang’s face, barely stopping to trace and admire the soft skin, before pulling it towards his own, interlocking their lips once more.
Such soft, plush lips. When Cheng Xiaoshi’d first seen Lu Guang, he hadn’t paid much attention to them, but now? Now all he can do is stare at them all day, and hope Lu Guang doesn’t notice. Maybe he already has, but he doesn’t speak up about it. Cheng Xiaoshi imagines Lu Guang’s lips shining and slick with spit as he swallows around Cheng Xiaoshi’s cock, obscene slurping sounds filling his ears. But for now, he reluctantly pushes that thought away, he’ll have to save that idea for another time.
Now he focuses on the way Lu Guang frantically moves his lips against Cheng Xiaoshi’s, attempting to match Xiaoshi’s intense pace. He lets his teeth sink into the soft flesh of Lu Guang’s lower lip, drawing blood. His tongue swipes over the surface, soothing the tinge of pain, tasting the coppery blood, the taste akin to ambrosia on his palate.
He knows he isn’t going to last long. A virgin’s stamina is pitiful, especially when the vise of Lu Guang’s passage grips him so relentlessly. The feeling of being able to fuck his pretty senior in the ass until he melts underneath him overwhelms him, and once Xiaoshi begins thrusting he finds himself unable to stop. The rhythm he sets is hard and relentless inside Lu Guang, and far less gentle than he would’ve liked for his first time with his beloved.
Though, Lu Guang doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he openly reciprocates Cheng Xiaoshi’s advances. His hips push down to meet Xiaoshi’s thrusts, even as his body falls limp against Cheng Xiaoshi’s, his eyes fluttering closed as Xiaoshi ruts into him with a steady rocking of his hips.
And he hears Lu Guang let out a final, shuddering moan as he tips over the edge, his body seizing up as cum spurts from the tip of his pretty pink cock. Immediately, Xiaoshi’s hand grasps Lu Guang’s member, stroking him through his orgasm, his own breath coming out in short, choked gasps of air as Lu Guang clenches around Cheng Xiaoshi’s cock.
Heat shoots through his body as he clings to Lu Guang’s hips, and his body trembles as he forces Lu Guang to take every bit of his forceful thrusts, until he tenses in the end.
Xiaoshi wishes it was more elegant than him slumping against the back of the chaise, Lu Guang’s body pressed against his, one of Lu Guang’s hands finding its way back to Cheng Xiaoshi’s hair. They’re sweaty, clinging to each other with sticky patches of condensation and Lu Guang’s release until Lu Guang lightly tugs at Cheng Xiaoshi’s hair, demanding attention.
Cheng Xiaoshi struggles to lift his heavy eyelids, fighting to see through the narrow slits, but when he does, he’s met with the sight of Lu Guang neck, whose skin was once a clear, creamy canvas, littered in hickies and love bites. His hair is tousled and matted against his forehead, and tear tracks trail down his flushed cheeks. His lips are swollen and bitten raw.
Cheng Xiaoshi’s heart melts at the pitiful sight before him. He brushes a strand of hair out of Lu Guang’s face, his lips pressing a chaste kiss against his forehead.
“Does it hurt?” He asks, an apology on the tip of his tongue. His palm runs along Lu Guang’s back. The touch is soothing; he can tell when Lu Guang lets out a pleased sigh.
“Mngh…No…”
Broken syllables are forced through a raspy throat. Cheng Xiaoshi cringes internally at how worn out Lu Guang sounded. He’d made so much noise during sex, Cheng Xiaoshi couldn’t deny that he was impressed that Lu Guang had any energy to speak at all.
“Pft. Liar,” Cheng Xiaoshi starts, but his laugh dies down the moment he catches sight of Lu Guang’s displeased glare. “Ah…Ahem. Let’s get you cleaned up,” He says instead, before he risks his head.
He lays Lu Guang down gently on the chaise, exiting the dark room. He walks up to his room, grabbing a towel, before rushing to the bathroom, dampening it under the sink, and squeezing out the extra water. On his way back he snags a bottle of water from the kitchen, something tells him he’ll need it.
He enters the dark room once more, a small smile creeping onto his face as he watches Lu Guang attempt to get comfortable on the chaise, grumbling impatiently and letting out low hisses of pain when his hips turn a certain way or press into the cushions at a certain angle. Cheng Xiaoshi walks up to Lu Guang, sitting pressed against his thighs.
“Guang, I’ll need you to spread your legs for me,” He directs Lu Guang, his tone tender and thick with emotion.
Perhaps on another occasion, either one of them would let out a childish giggle at the command, but today, Lu Guang is exhausted, so he obediently spreads his thighs open, letting them wrap around Cheng Xiaoshi’s waist, and Xiaoshi gets to work, He forces himself to focus on his task. He swipes the cloth outside Lu Guang’s hole and inside of it, scooping out what’s left of his cum and trying not to enjoy the evidence of their joining. Is it too perverted of him, when satisfaction burns as he realizes how deeply he’d spilled inside the pretty Lu Guang?
Finally, once he’s finished his diligent cleaning, he looks up. He meets Lu Guang’s sleeping face, and warmth floods his chest once more. He scoops up Lu Guang in his arms, careful not to stir him from his rest. He decides they’ll talk more when the morning comes, for now, he’ll enjoy the scene of his beloved senior curled up in his bed.