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Xiao took the stairs to Venti’s apartment two at a time. It was mid-August, the sun burning outside, the air thick and unbreathable—but Xiao didn’t care. None of it mattered. He was happy.
They had been officially together for a week now—unofficially, much longer if he thought back on how things were. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he recalled some poignant moments. They had both been such idiots. On Saturday, they would even be moving in together. The official title? Roommates. But neither of them wanted separate bedrooms.
He glanced at his phone as he rang the bell. They had time. 'Haikyuu!! The Dumpster Battle,' that weird movie Venti had been dying to see, wouldn't start for another two hours. Maybe they could grab coffee? No, ice cream. Ice cream sounded much better in this sweltering heat.
The door swung open with Venti’s usual, boundless enthusiasm. He immediately snaked his arms around Xiao's shoulders like he always did. The difference this time was that his lips found Xiao’s. The kiss was quick, easy—like they had been doing this forever. As natural as it felt to kiss him, there was still a faint sense of disbelief lingering in Xiao’s mind.
Bright emerald eyes sparkled at him as Venti pulled back—eyes that now belonged to Xiao’s better half. Or, more accurately, his extroverted, adorable half.
“Missed you, my looove~” Venti sang, his voice dripping with cheerfulness and just a hint of mischief. A small scoff slipped past Xiao's lips, though the corners of his mouth betrayed him with a smile. He kept his arms wrapped around Venti’s waist, pulling him closer. It was absurd how much he had smiled over the past week.
“We texted an hour ago,” Xiao said bluntly. It was true, but Venti’s words still had a sweet ring to them.
Leaning in again, Venti's pink lips brushed against Xiao’s in a whisper of a kiss. “Still missed you, Xiaoxiao~” he drawled, dragging out the nickname in a way only he could. Xiao closed the tiny distance between them, capturing his lips in a deeper, more tender kiss. An intimate embrace he never wanted to leave.
It was ridiculous, really. They acted like lovesick teenagers—especially behind closed doors. But wasn’t that exactly what they were? Sure, a little older, but deeply and utterly hopeless in love.
Neither of them had ever let someone stay by their side like this before. It was the first time they had trusted enough to let someone in. Xiao instinctively tightened his hold on Venti as memories of gunfire echoed in his mind. Dark memories that would never leave.
“Xiao?” Venti pulled back, wide, worried eyes searching Xiao’s face, confusion furrowing his brows.
Shaking his head, Xiao released Venti from his hold. “I’m fine.” And it wasn’t just a hollow phrase—they were fine. There was nothing to explain, and nothing Venti didn’t already know. Both of them had moments when the past surfaced—moments of uncertainty or confusion. But it didn’t matter. They complemented one another, always ready to catch the other when things got heavy.
With a sharp, knowing glance, Venti stepped back, his arms loosely crossed behind him.
"Stop staring at me, Ven," Xiao chided, but he knew exactly what Venti was doing—observing, waiting, making sure he was okay. He was. Venti’s grin resurfaced after a brief pause.
“Very well,” Venti replied with a teasing lilt, pivoting on his heels. “Come inside. We’ve still got time before the movie starts.”
It should have been a casual invitation—it wasn’t. Xiao’s breath hitched, his eyes widening to an alarming degree. What greeted him were not only ridiculously short... well, shorts—but shorts with a cutout. In the back. A deep one. The upper half was knotted with a seductive cherry red bow, holding them up and hiding some of the exposed skin. Some—not all. Not even close. The view was far more than a little tease.
“Venti?” Xiao’s voice came out rough as he followed him inside, unable to tear his gaze away. His mind raced. They were together—he was allowed to stare, wasn’t he? Venti hummed in response, a warm sound that echoed through the nearly empty entryway, save for a few moving boxes.
“Are you… uh…” Xiao swallowed hard. “Are you wearing any underwear?” Heat crept up his neck as the question slipped out, thick with disbelief. He had a perfect view of Venti’s bum—flawless, bare, milky-white skin on full display. A view that practically begged to be touched and a direct challenge to his restraint.
“Oh, definitely not in these shorts,” he chuckled.
That familiar heat coursed through Xiao’s body, and his brain began to shut down. But he didn’t have time to think about what it meant because Venti was about to flop onto the couch. No. Not happening. With a quick gesture, he shot out a hand to catch Venti’s arm—not tight, but enough to stop him. Enough to hold onto the view.
Venti's sweet, teasing laugh filled the room. He tried to turn, but Xiao’s grip tightened, refusing to let that perfect sight slip away. God, Xiao was savoring this way too much. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought he would ever stare at someone’s bum so openly.
“Xiaooo~” Venti drawled, his voice echoing around him like a sinful melody. In one smooth motion, he wiggled out of the tight hold, wrapping his arms around Xiao’s shoulders as he pressed closer. Their bodies fit perfectly together, every inch flush against Xiao’s abs. Hot breath teased over Xiao's reddening cheeks. “You’re staring.”
There was no denying it. Xiao could only hum, dumbfounded. His mind was a blank slate, unable to form a coherent thought.
Venti’s grin stretched wider. If Xiao hadn’t been mesmerized, he might have caught the cheeky edge to it. “Do you like the view?”
The question hit like a bucket of ice water, snapping Xiao out of his daze. "That’s lingerie!" Shaking his head, he tried to clear his mind. His all-too-sweet boyfriend was unbelievable. Too beautiful, too mischievous—a menace of a gremlin. “You don’t plan on going out like that, do you?”
With a melodic giggle, Venti nuzzled his head into the crook of Xiao’s neck. A kiss—soft and lingering—pressed to his throat. Then another, further down his neck. Xiao shuddered under Venti’s touch. “It’s not lingerie,” Venti breathed against his collarbone.
Taking a deep inhale, Xiao tried to steady his racing heartbeat. “Definitely is.” He untangled himself from his gremlin, taking a step back—a necessary separation. “You’re not leaving the house like that.” To make his point clear, he crossed his arms over his chest, hoping his stance would convey what his voice couldn’t.
With feigned offense, Venti's eyes gleamed with delight as he pressed one hand to his heart. A typical dramatic Venti display. “Xiaooo~” His voice dripped with exaggerated hurt. “You can’t seriously deny me my freedom to wear what I want.”
Xiao suppressed a smile, knowing Venti wasn’t serious. Neither was he—at least, not completely. He wouldn’t actually stop Venti from wearing what he liked. But there was another part—a possessive one—that wanted to be the only one who saw Venti more or less naked.
“You’re showcasing your bum, Venti.” Locking eyes with him, Xiao hoped the use of his full name would drive the point home.
“I have a nice bum.” Venti’s grin only streched wider, mischief sparking in his green meadows.
'Yes, you do.' Xiao scoffed, forcing the traitorous thought away. “That’s not the point.”
A cheeky, mock contemplative hum slipped past Venti’s lips. It was a sound that didn’t sit well with Xiao. He narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend, watching as he turned with deliberate grace. Venti leaned over the back of the armchair—reaching for his backpack in the most scandalous, inviting way possible. Xiao’s breath caught.
'By the heavens above.' Xiao’s restraint had limits—limits Venti clearly enjoyed testing. And in that moment? He felt it snap. His body reacted instinctively, wanting to keep Venti exactly where he was. The way Venti positioned himself was too obvious; that gremlin knew exactly what he was doing: baiting Xiao.
His hand shot out, finding the perfect spot between Venti’s shoulder blades. Before he could straighten, Xiao shoved him back into the well-worn cushion of the bluish armchair. A small yelp escaped Venti, but he surrendered to Xiao’s touch almost with pleasure.
His thin white t-shirt felt like a barrier, an irritating one. But that was okay; it was temporary—he would get a taste of Venti’s skin soon enough. With light pressure, his fingers glided downward, slow—oh, so agonizingly slow. Each inch made Venti shudder in response.
A light blush crept up Xiao's cheeks. 'It’s okay to touch him,' he reminded himself, a mantra that looped in his head more often than he cared to admit. They were together now, and it wasn’t the first time; it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Venti’s reaction—the way he shivered—made it clear he didn’t mind. He wanted it.
“Why do you even own something like that?” Xiao’s voice came out husky, his eyes locked on the tantalizing sight in front of him. Reaching the cutout in Venti’s shorts, his fingers tracing the ribbon that held the scandalous piece in place. A jolt raced through his body as soon as his thumb brushed against Venti’s exposed bum.
The air was thick with playful tension as Venti considered his answer before offering the simplest truth. “For you?”
Xiao froze. His fingers stilled, his brain lagging behind. 'For you?' The words sent his mind reeling, struggling to process their meaning. As realization finally hit, his shoulders sagged. 'That little...'
“You planned this!” Xiao’s voice drowned in amused disbelief. The corner of his mouth twitched into a grin despite himself. Venti was absolutely ridiculous. Unbelievable.
“Would never!”
“Liar.” Xiao didn’t believe him for a second, not with that teasing lilt in his voice. 'Very well, two can play at this game.' With a huff, Xiao leaned in, his teeth nipping at the bare skin just behind the cherry ribbon.
Venti flinched under the bite, but the soft gasp that escaped told Xiao everything. It didn’t hurt—if anything, Venti reveled in the sensation, silently begging for more.
A smirk played on Xiao’s lips. The bite served its purpose—though it might have felt more like a reward than a punishment for Venti’s little charade. Another soft kiss followed to the same spot. “Let’s go to the evening show instead.” He would like to say it was his suggestion, but it wasn’t. Venti had this planned from the start; there was no way he ever intended to leave the house dressed like that.
“Oh, Xiaooo~” he dragged out his name again, his voice low and tempting as he pressed his body closer to Xiao’s. “I wonder what we could do until then.”
It was impossible to suppress the laugh. The sound vibrated against Venti’s skin, making him chuckle at his own antics. His boyfriend was such a handful.
Venti shifted, turning to face him, and Xiao allowed it. Warm, inviting arms slipped around his neck as emerald eyes locked with amber. “I’m absolutely and completely innocent,” Venti managed to say without even grinning. It almost sounded believable. Almost.
What had Xiao gotten himself into? This relationship promised to be a rollercoaster, and Xiao loved every second of it. Letting his head drop onto Venti’s shoulder, he hid the embarrassing grin that spread across his face. Instead, he pressed a kiss against the spot, hiding his smile against warm skin.
"Doubt," he murmured between kisses, his lips trailing a slow path toward his neck. Venti granted him full access, tipping his head to the side, and Xiao wasted no time. His tongue traced a suggestive path before his teeth grazed the smooth skin of Venti's throat, eliciting a hitch in Venti’s breath.
Pulling closer, Venti slid his hand under Xiao’s shirt, exploring the lines of his muscles with eager anticipation. It felt so good—almost too good. Taking that as a clear invitation, Xiao pushed Venti back against the armchair. His right leg slipped between Venti’s thighs, pressing against his crotch in a way that was anything but innocent.
“Xiaooo~” Venti whined, the sound slipping from his lips like a plea. A tantalizing melody that echoed in the heated living room and sent Xiao’s pulse into overdrive.
With a quick glance down Xiao confirmed his suspicion. A needy bulge strained against Venti’s enticing shorts, pressing right onto his leg. Unable to resist a teasing remark, he smiled. “You’re so needy.” Before Venti could fire back, Xiao closed the distance between them, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss.
Venti responded instantly, his tongue darting into Xiao’s mouth, as if he couldn’t wait another second. And honestly? He probably couldn’t. The kiss turned hot, passionate—all-consuming in a matter of seconds. Their tongues danced together, heightening the heat that enveloped them. Seeking more friction, Venti’s hips rocked against Xiao, pushing harder, craving more.
Colored nails scratched over Xiao’s shoulder blades and down his spine, sending sweet shudders through him. He catched Venti’s bottom lip between his teeth, drinking in the soft whine that escaped. It felt like heaven—a dirty angel in his arms, consumed by the burning sensation they were both caught in. With teasing bites, he trailed a path along the delicate line of Venti's jaw, reveling in the rapid flutter of his pulse.
"By the heavens, Xiaooo~," came the breathless whisper, the sound vibrating against his lips. With a playful tug at his shirt, Venti urged him to strip it off. Who was he to deny such a request from his sweet love?
Pulling away just long enough to rip the fabric over his head, Xiao tossed it aside. He yanked Venti’s shirt off next, desperate to feel his skin—to taste him.
Lips crashed back onto what he had longed for, trailing down Venti’s neck and collarbones, kissing a path toward more sensitive spots. Fingers danced from Venti's waist to his bum, squeezing in reverence and sending delicious shivers through both of them. Venti was no better; his hands roamed over Xiao as if exploring every inch for the first time.
It was intoxicating, mesmerizing—but it wasn’t enough. Xiao craved more, wanting to drown in the essence of the man before him. Devour him completely.
Delicate fingers tangled in dark hair, pulling hard enough to halt his descent toward those tempting pink nipples. "Xiaooo~." Looking up, he caught the mischievous glint in Venti’s eyes. A playful declaration that he wasn’t the only one who needed more.
Venti pulled him into a searing kiss—one that ignited every nerve ending, sharpening his focus solely on the man in his arms. It felt almost overwhelming—how easily Venti led him into a dizzying maze of swallowed moans and tangled tongues. Xiao surrendered to the feeling. Their hands roamed, eager for one another, as if they had been touch-starved for millennia.
The heat of the living room felt forgotten, a numb irrelevance beside the fever of their shared desire. They created an intimate cocoon, a world where nothing else mattered. Everything felt perfect.
Until Venti pressed against him with all his adorable might. What a cute display. But Xiao stood his ground, unyielding. Venti’s endearing attempt to shift their positions fell flat against his resolve. A faint smirk curled at his lips as Venti inched back, mock offense written all over his flushed face.
A moment stretched between them as they simply stared, a sweet, lingering silence that warped time. Venti’s grin widened with each heartbeat, charging the atmosphere. “You’re teasing!” he said, but the amused lilt in his voice betrayed his complaint.
Unable to hide his own amusement, Xiao hummed in response. “Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to lure me in with those shorts?” He watched as Venti chewed his bottom lip, an innocent-looking gesture that screamed lust. Thoughts spiraled, wishing it were his own teeth marking that perfect flesh. That man was far too tempting for his own good.
“Oh?” Venti halted his seductive movements, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Does that mean I’ve made myself your toy now?”
A huff escaped Xiao; the very idea thrilled Venti a little too much. Maybe it thrilled Xiao, too. Roaming up Venti’s waist, he paused over a sensitive nipple, pinching them between his fingertips. Emerald eyes fluttered shut; a soft moan escaped Venti’s lips as his head fell back. The sound fueled the fire within him, stirring a primal urge to take Venti right here and now.
“Such a sweet sound,” he murmured as he leaned back down, picking up where he left off. Finally, he captured the tender bud between his teeth. Venti’s legs buckled from the sensation, his body leaning heavily against Xiao’s thigh. There was no denying it: seeing him so pliant, like butter in his hands—Xiao loved that.
In a last, desperate attempt, Venti playfully swatted at Xiao’s arm. “I want you too, you know?”
No. Xiao denied his request again. Instead, he intensified his ministrations, sucking harder on the abused nipple. He felt Venti’s length twitch—a delicious testament to how well he was taking him apart with the simplest of touches.
A husky, lust-glossed laugh spilled from Venti’s lips. “Where did you learn to tease like that?”
Xiao blinked. What? With almost comical slowness, he leaned back, raising his eyebrows in utter disbelief. Venti had the audacity to ask? “You?”
Question marks seemed to pop up above him as Venti tilted his head in that adorable, questioning way, his braids swaying with the motion. It took a moment too long for Xiao’s liking before realization hit. “Oh! Tuesday? Yeah, that was fun.” Venti’s grin returned, wide and cheeky—'such a little...'
Watching the mischief light up Venti’s eyes, Xiao nearly lost it. As if he hadn’t taken Xiao apart until his brain had malfunctioned for hours. Venti had toyed with him for what felt like an eternity, delaying his orgasm twice and teasing the living hell out of him. Defiance flickered in Xiao’s gaze. 'Fine. You wanted to play on Tuesday? Then it’s my turn now.'
In a fluid motion, Xiao spun Venti around, pinning him against the worn cushions of the armchair. The backrest dug into Venti’s stomach, leaving his bum perfectly showcased—a sweet highlight amidst the sparsely furnished living room. A surprised yelp tumbled from Venti’s lips, caught off guard by the sudden shift.
For a heartbeat, Xiao only stared, captivated by the view. Sunlight poured through the windows, bathing the scene in a soft, fairytale-like warmth. Venti was breathtaking. Stunning. Every inch of him, from the delicate curve of his spine to the teasing cutout of those alluring shorts, was nothing short of perfection. Amber eyes traced a last slow path over Venti’s form before his hands followed suit, worshipping the man beneath him.
A throaty, impatient laugh escaped Venti, breaking the charged silence. “By everything holy, Xiao! Hurry!”
“Holy?” Xiao let out a soft snort, though a smirk tugged at his lips. He relished Venti's growing impatience, knowing just how eager he was. The way Venti wiggled his hips, begging for more, only made the heat pool low in his own belly.
After Tuesday, Xiao knew he should take things agonizingly slow—just like Venti had teased him. But he doubted he could play like Venti did. Luckily, he had his own ideas about how to take Venti apart.
Moving with deliberate slowness, far too slowly for Venti’s liking, Xiao’s hands wandered to the cherry-red ribbon tied at his waist. With a gentle tug, the fabric unraveled, slipping away to reveal flushed, pale skin beneath.
“You're too needy,” Xiao murmured, his eyes dark with hunger as he watched the shorts slide down Venti’s trembling thighs.
Venti huffed, somewhere between exasperation and desire. “Well, if we hadn’t built up the tension for a full year, maybe I’d be calmer.”
Biting the inside of his cheek, Xiao supressed a laugh. It was true—he wasn’t any different. He vividly remembered the way his body had reacted while teaching Venti self-defense. How Venti had whined when Xiao pinned him against the wall. What had Venti whispered back then? 'Maybe I like it a bit rough.' Oh, he does. Was that in... February? Xiao wondered how he had survived the months until now.
Leaning forward, Xiao’s abs brushed against Venti’s spine, his breath warm against the shell of Venti’s ear. “Stay like that,” his voice dropping to a low, husky murmur. Soft kisses followed, a trail down Venti’s back, savoring the way his body trembled, already so responsive. It only made it harder to ignore his own pulsing arousal, the sharp ache in his pants. But this was about Venti—making sure he was ready for what was to come. For what Xiao had planned.
Stepping back, Xiao hurried to the bedside table in the small one-and-a-half-room apartment. The drawer creaked open, filled with knickknacks—among them, condoms and lube. He only grabbed the lube.
Glancing over his shoulder, Xiao made sure Venti was still holding position. He was. 'For someone with such a big mouth, he can be so obedient.' A small smile tugged at Xiao’s lips as heat flushed up his neck. Venti and perfection—those two words would always go hand in hand in Xiao’s mind.
With a click, he opened the bottle, letting the cool gel coat his fingers. But that brief respite from the heat wouldn’t last long. Unfortunate.
One slick finger trailed up Venti’s thigh to his entrance, drawing sweet gasps as Venti pressed himself against the touch. 'So eager.' But Xiao decided to take it slower. He circled the sensitive area—denying him the satisfaction of pressing in just yet. No, he was savoring the moment—Venti's sweet impatience, the flicker of annoyance.
“By God, wha—” Before the complaint could escape those pink lips, Xiao’s finger slipped inside.
For a second, Venti’s muscles twitched around him, and then... greed. Pure, unabashed greed. There was no hesitation, no resistance—they sucked him in with an intense desire Xiao hadn’t expected. A greedy welcome that left him breathless.
“More,” Venti moaned, his voice low and thick with desperation.
As if in a daze, Xiao obliged. The thought of taking things slow vanished. Another finger slipped in, his fingertips brushing against Venti’s prostate in a teasing stroke. It was almost amusing how ready Venti was—just how horny was his boyfriend? A quiet snort escaped Xiao before he could stop it.
Venti’s head turned, light annoyance crossing his flushed face. “If you call me needy one more time, I swear, no sex for a week.”
Xiao’s brow shot up in amusement. 'What an empty threat.' Cute. In response, he stilled his fingers, feeling Venti’s muscles clench in vain, desperate for more friction.
“You’re the one who wouldn’t survive that, Ven.”
Like a fish on dry land, Venti’s mouth fell open, eyes wide at the unexpected throwback. It took a moment—he blinked once, then twice—before that signature, cheeky grin returned. As if accepting an unspoken challenge, Venti began moving on his own. Every sway of his hips seemed to scream: 'If you don’t want to take control, I’ll do it myself.' Rocking back, pushing forward—each motion deliberate, fast. He fucked himself on Xiao’s fingers.
The slick, lewd sounds filled the room, mingling with the breathy moans spilling from Venti’s parted lips. In that moment, Xiao was dumbfounded—utterly mesmerized by the sight. Each time Venti’s perfect bum crashed down onto his fingers, it sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through his veins. His cock ached with need, begging to replace his fingers with something more... fulfilling.
“I just love you t-too much, Xia—ahhh~ Xiaoxiao,” Venti breathed out between shaky moans.
A short, quiet laugh escaped from Xiao, so faint it barely left his throat. Thanking the gods for this felt... wrong—blasphemous, even. But how could something this perfect be real?
To reward Venti’s perfection, he added a third finger, watching as Venti’s body arched to take it all in. A satisfied groan, deep and guttural, followed, sending sweet shudders along Xiao’s skin.
“As if I don’t,” he whispered, soft and unsteady. It felt impossible to describe the depth of what he felt for Venti, how much he loved him—especially with words alone.
Venti must have heard him. His body answered, tightening around Xiao’s fingers, trying to take him even deeper. A fierce, all-consuming love swelled in Xiao’s heart. Yes. He loved Venti.
Knowing how bad he was with words, Xiao let his actions speak for him. They had only been together for a week, but Xiao had already mapped Venti out—he knew exactly how to push all the right buttons. And Venti? He knew Xiao just as well. With a slight adjustment of his fingers, Xiao opened them merely a bit, scissoring his already too-far-gone boyfriend, giving him that extra edge of pleasure.
A gasp tore from Venti’s lips, loud and deep. Something inside Venti snapped, and a light, proud smile tugged at Xiao's lips. The need in his veins reached a boiling point, pulsing harder. Release. Now.
Colored nails dug deep into the worn cushion, Venti’s voice breaking and trembling with pure desperation. “Xiao, please. I-I’m... ahhh~ ready.”
Xiao was ready too—so damn ready. Watching Venti grind down onto his fingers, taking him so well, it was a miracle Xiao hadn’t already lost control. His cock throbbed, demanding more, and his mind screamed at him to give in.
But something held him back. He was torn—torn between giving his body what it wanted and letting his mind savor the moment a little longer.
Not yet. Seeing Venti like this... it was intoxicating. Was it even allowed to have a desire like this? Xiao didn’t know, but he needed to watch. Just a little longer. He wanted to see Venti unravel completely, to watch him fall apart before he replaced his fingers, giving them both what they so desperately craved.
“Just... a bit more,” Xiao murmured, his voice tight, shame mingling with unspoken hunger. There was no way he could admit the truth: 'I want to watch you shatter. I want to see you completely lost to this.' No, he wasn’t saying that. Not out loud.
A sound somewhere between a moan and a laugh spilled from Venti’s lips. “Because you love the view?” he asked, his voice thick with amusement, even as his body trembled.
Xiao clicked his tongue, heat flooding from his neck to his ears. Sometimes, it was almost embarrassing how well Venti could read him. He adjusted his hand, pressing that sweet spot hard enough to shatter any lingering coherent thought Venti had left. Arching his back toward heaven, Venti tipped his head back with a groan.
'Yes, Ven. I like this view way too much. Keep going.‘ It didn’t work.
“I... ahhh~ I’ll take that as a yes,” Venti managed to quip, his words breathless but teasing.
Xiao flinched, his fingers hitching—a movement that didn’t go unnoticed. Venti’s knowing smile spread across his lips as he glanced over his shoulder, eyes gleaming with mischief.
Heat burned Xiao's cheeks, flushing them an even deeper shade of crimson, but before he could recover, Venti moved. In one fluid, graceful motion, he twisted around, pressing their bodies flush. Their lips met, and Xiao barely had a chance to breathe before Venti deepened the kiss—tender, but demanding.
“You’re too cute, Xiaooo~” Venti’s purr was sugar-sweet, dripping with amusement. The following kisses were light, a mere teasing brush over his lips. That wouldn’t do.
Even through the haze of embarrassment, Xiao’s pulse spiked. Ignoring the simmering lust in his belly? No. That wasn’t an option anymore. The view was over now, anyway.
His fingers dug into Venti’s waist as he pushed him back until Venti’s bum hit the armrest of the old armchair. With one assertive motion, Xiao pressed him into the cushion. “Stop teasing,” Xiao growled, his voice rougher than intended as he tried to reclaim control. It didn’t work. Venti’s soft, low laughter vibrated against his lips.
That gremlin pulled back just enough to let Xiao see the challenge in his gaze. “Or what?” Emerald eyes sparkled with mischief, his tone far too playful for Xiao’s liking.
His jaw tightened. “I’ll stop.” Xiao’s words echoed between them, a low, dangerous sound—an absolutely hollow one. They both knew it.
“Hmm?” Venti hummed, honey-sweet, as his hand drifted down to trace the muscles of Xiao’s abs before slipping lower. He palmed Xiao’s crotch, pressing firm enough to make Xiao groan through gritted teeth.
“Doubt it,” Venti quipped, his grin widening. He pressed harder, daring Xiao to follow through on his empty threat.
A low, frustrated growl rumbled in Xiao’s chest, but Venti only chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. By now, Xiao's grip on control was non-existent. Before he could muster the will to push his boyfriend away, Venti leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against the tip of his nose—a reward, perhaps, for not following through on his bluff.
With practiced ease, Venti’s hand brushed over the button of Xiao’s jeans, flicking it open and freeing Xiao’s throbbing length. The sudden release sent a sharp gasp from Xiao’s lips. A wave of relief crashing through him, as though he could finally breathe again.
Venti’s lust-glossed eyes flickered up, his fingers tangling in Xiao’s hair in a way that coaxed a groan out of him. “Fuck me already.” The words left Venti’s lips, soft and breathy—not quite a demand, nor a plea. Rather, it was a vocalization of Xiao’s own thoughts. His pulse stuttered, heart racing in tact to the one request he was more than willing to fulfill.
Amber eyes darted to the side, his focus narrowing to a single point. The rest of the world faded away. Nothing mattered now except Venti—and the desperate need to take him, to claim him.
Moving on instinct, Xiao’s hand darted out, grabbing the bottle of lube from the nearby couch table. The bottle popped open, and he coated himself with a generous amount. It felt like a god’s blessing. The cool gel slicked across his length, a sharp contrast to the inferno that was Venti’s living room. A soft sigh slipped past Xiao’s lips; that was salvation. His hand lingered on his own hardness a second too long.
And, of course, Venti noticed.
“Ohhh~” he teased, that wicked smile plastered on his flushed face. “Are you telling me you’d rather take care of yourself than have me?”
Xiao scoffed, shaking his head. He really was dating a gremlin—a breathtaking menace. Venti practically glowed, his skin shimmering like morning dew, despite the fact that they hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet. Xiao wasn’t much better—sweat-slicked with the summer heat, fueled by desire. It was maddening.
Before any more teasing words could spill from Venti’s lips, Xiao crashed their mouths together, cutting off whatever cheeky remark could escape next. Venti melted into the kiss, his body pliant and eager against Xiao’s.
His hand dropped, tracing a slow path down Venti’s thighs. With a firm grip, he pressed Venti deeper into the armrest and lifted his legs higher. The motion spread Venti wide, and Xiao couldn’t help but marvel at his boyfriend’s flexibility. The kiss broke as Xiao positioned him exactly how he wanted—exactly how he needed him. With breathless anticipation, he watched as Venti gifted him a mesmerizing display:
A perfect view of his tight entrance, waiting and ready to be filled.
Venti’s legs wrapped around Xiao on instinct, his fingers curling into Xiao’s shoulders for support. Allowing himself a fleeting moment to stare and worship the sight before him, Xiao sank into him completely. The second he slid inside, a breathless moan escaped Venti’s lips—a sound Xiao was already addicted to.
It didn’t take more than a heartbeat for Venti to adjust before the pleas started spilling out. “Please… move, move, move,” Venti whimpered, his voice trembling, eyes glazed over with arousal. Xiao didn’t need to be told twice.
With a powerful thrust, Xiao began moving—faster than he usually would—but right now, it didn’t matter. Not when Venti was moaning like that, not when both of them were too far gone. It was exactly what they both needed.
“You’re so good to me, Xiaooo~” Venti cooed, praise dripping from every syllable.
He always did that. Maybe it was Xiao’s insecurity or inexperience, but ever since their first night together, Venti had a way of guiding him, coaxing him past any hesitation. A gentle word here, a reassuring touch there. He led Xiao into a state of bliss, a place where he could let go.
In the few fantasies Xiao had ever allowed himself, he always imagined being on the receiving end. Never in his wildest dreams did he believe he could be the one taking control.
But with Venti... everything was different.
The way Venti’s body clenched around him, the way he moaned Xiao’s name like it was the only word he knew—it was far too thrilling. Venti wanted him like this. Needed him like this. He loved it when Xiao lost control, when he gave in to his own desires. And Xiao? He loved it too. Seeing his boyfriend beneath him, completely filled, bouncing on his cock—it was a sight Xiao wanted to see every single day.
But right now? It wasn’t enough.
“You can take more, can’t you?” Xiao growled, his voice husky and thick with desire. He needed to go deeper, to hear the sharp gasps Venti made when he pushed him just a bit further, to feel Venti’s body shaking as it struggled to take all of him.
A lewd laugh bubbled from Venti’s lips. “Everything.”
Xiao’s lips curved into a smile. Just as he expected. Venti was so good, so perfect, it was almost ridiculous. Xiao wasn’t like him—he didn’t tease like Venti did, couldn’t delay his orgasm like Venti had on Tuesday. But Xiao knew his limits, knew exactly how far he could push.
With a sharp move, Xiao adjusted Venti’s hips, lifting him higher, sinking him deeper into the creaking armchair. One hand slid under Venti’s thigh, the other clamped around his waist, securing him in place. It gave Xiao the control he needed—enough to angle his thrusts perfectly—deeper, harder. Filling him completely.
The next thrust edged just past Venti’s limits. The chair whined in protest as a sharp gasp tore from Venti’s throat. His head lolled back, braids swinging as he squirmed, struggling to accommodate. Teal nails bit into Xiao’s shoulder, his breath hitching with each movement as Xiao hit that spot again. Dead on.
Muscles clenched around Xiao's length, that delicate body desperately trying to keep up with the demanding pace. That was Xiao's favorite view. More sweat coated their skin, the air felt too thick with heat and arousal. Every ragged moan reverberated through the too-empty living room. An echo that spurred Xiao on, pushing him to fuck Venti even harder. Relentless.
Too good. Too perfect. The way Venti’s body felt around his cock—a tight, trembling warmth as the pressure inside them built to a breaking point. Xiao knew Venti was close. Both were. A deep groan rumbled from Xiao’s throat as he gripped Venti tighter, thrusting with determination to take them both over the edge.
"Xiaooo~" Venti's voice, breathy and slick with desire, wrapped around Xiao like a melody, every note sending goosebumps down his spine. “Fill me... ahhh~ nicely,” he pleaded, half-command, half-surrender.
'Oh, I will.' Xiao teetered on the edge, ready to grant Venti his wish. “You take me so well,” Xiao murmured, his lips brushing against Venti’s heated skin. The shiver that rippled through his boyfriend’s body, his shaky, lust-filled breaths—how could Xiao possibly resist? He pressed Venti closer, caressing the leg slung over his shoulder. Teeth sinking into the pristine skin of Venti’s thigh, marking what was his. Xiao needed to feel more of him—all of him.
High-pitched moans filled the room with each bite before Venti's sinful voice, sweeter than honey, urged him on. “And you fu—ahhh~—ck me so well.” Xiao never thought it possible, but Venti’s voice became even more alluring when he was aroused. It was all too much. The way Venti’s body squeezed around him, the music of his moans—pushing Xiao to the brink of madness.
He spiraled. His thrusts turned frantic, desperate, matching the broken, breathless sounds falling from Venti’s lips. The armchair creaked beneath them, dangerously close to giving way, but Xiao didn’t care. Nothing mattered but the way Venti felt beneath him—how perfectly they fit together.
Xiao’s mind went blank, every sense zeroed in on Venti—his taste, his scent, the way his body responded, like he was made for Xiao and Xiao alone. “You’re a messy masterpiece.” The reverent words escaped his lips, brushing against Venti’s skin before biting down again.
Venti unraveled beneath him—shattering into a million pieces.
Watching that pristine body arch, head thrown back, as a series of broken moans fell from his lips—it was a beautiful display. The way Venti fell apart in Xiao’s arms, his release painting both their skin, was enough to send Xiao over the edge.
Without thought, without restraint, the heat in Xiao’s core exploded. He buried himself deep inside Venti, so deep that the lovely tightness enveloping him felt almost too much, filling him to the point where Venti’s body could barely take it. Deep enough to delay that inevitable, delicious dripping for minutes. It was pure ecstasy—absolutely overwhelming. Heaven.
With a few final, shuddering thrusts, Xiao’s body gave out, the pleasure so intense it left him drained. Before he could collapse, delicate hands found his chest, pressing, pushing him back—an invitation to let the couch take his weight. Xiao fell back with a heavy thud, panting, completely spent—and utterly satisfied.
Venti followed, his body collapsing on top of Xiao, fitting perfectly against him. A soft, erratic breath ghosted over Xiao’s skin as Venti’s fingers absentmindedly played with a strand of his hair. One of Xiao’s hands found its place at Venti’s waist, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles over his heated skin—a simple, tender touch of love in the aftermath.
The first thing Xiao felt after the fog of lust lifted was the stifling heat. The 36-degree temperature outside had turned Venti’s living room into a furnace, and their... activity hadn’t helped. His body felt like it was on fire, every inch sticky with sweat. A heavy exhale escaped his lips.
“Ven?”
A lazy hum was his only answer.
“Get down.” Xiao winced at the harshness of his words—it had come out far rougher than intended. The moment Venti flinched, Xiao tightened the grip around him 'Oh no.' Pressing an apologetic kiss to the crown of Venti's head, he tried to explain. “I didn’t mean… You’re, uh, I just…”
Before he could fumble through the rest of his excuse, Venti’s sweet chuckle broke the tension. The sound was like a balm, teasing but warm. He nuzzled his nose against Xiao’s before wiggling out of his hold. Sitting upright, Venti flashed him that easy, relaxed smile, a beautiful display that evaporated Xiao’s awkwardness. 'Gods, how did I get so lucky?' Venti was everything Xiao didn’t know he needed.
With a hand running through his damp hair, feeling the strands sticking to his forehead, he muttered, “You don’t have AC.”
Venti blinked at him, then burst into laughter. “Are you dying from the heat?”
A scoff escaped him, though Xiao tried not to roll his eyes. “It’s like forty degrees in here, Ven.” He cast a glance at the ceiling. It wouldn’t surprise him if it started melting. Another sigh followed as he wiped away more sweat from his brow. Everything just felt sticky and gross.
With a sly wink, Venti teased, “Nice and cozy!”
That man was unbelievable. 'Cozy?' Xiao stared at his gremlin, contemplating the best option. Kiss him or strangle him? Before he could decide, a loud thud echoed through the room. Both of their eyes widened in unison. They exchanged a quick, confused look before their gazes snapped toward the sound.
The armchair.
Venti’s poor, overworked armchair finally gave up. It collapsed, ending its life here and now. The backrest rocked a few times back and forth on the floor as if showing its final struggle. That was the end.
Silence filled the room.
Venti was the first to break it, his whole body shaking as tears streamed down his cheeks. "Xiao, you—" he gasped between fits of giggles, clutching his stomach. “You fucked my armchair to death!”
It felt impossible for Xiao to hold back his own chuckles. “You’re the one who sat on it,” he countered once Venti’s laughter began to subside.
Emerald eyes widened in exaggerated horror, his hand flying to his heart in his favorite dramatic posture. “Are you calling me fat?” The mock offense in his voice was so over-the-top that Xiao had to swat his hand away with a snort.
“You know that’s not what I meant.” He reached out, massaging Venti’s flushed thigh. Leaning in, Xiao planted a soft kiss on Venti’s leg, lips brushing over the faint bite marks he had just left. He really tried not to mark him too much this time—at least not as badly as last week’s. But with Venti... it was hard. He was too tempting. But especially in summer, when Venti wore so little, everyone would see. No, Xiao couldn’t leave visible marks.
Maybe in winter, when Venti’s skin would be hidden under layers of clothes, Xiao might reconsider. “We need new furniture anyway,” he added, hoping to deflect.
A wicked grin spread across Venti’s face. “Oh, so that’s your excuse now? You’re intentionally fucking my stuff to the breaking point?”
With a sharp exhale, he tried to suppress the heat rising to his cheeks, a shade that probably rivaled the cherry-colored ribbon on Venti’s discarded shorts. “Stop saying it like that.”
“But Xiaooo~,” Venti’s voice turned sugary-sweet, his mischievous gaze locking onto Xiao’s. “You took me so rough. The way yo—”
Xiao didn’t let him finish. 'I know how I took you, you don’t have to say it out loud.' Ashamed, he leaned in, capturing Venti’s lips in a swift, silencing kiss. It was brief but filled with enough affection to last a lifetime.
When Xiao pulled back, he pinched Venti’s cheek. “Stop it now.” A playful whine escaped Venti before an adorable pout took over his features. Despite everything, the amusement in his eyes never left as he rubbed his cheek. “Want to shower first, Ven?”
Shaking his head, Venti leaned in; tender pink lips brushed against his, and Xiao felt as if he were melting. What began as a simple peck quickly transformed into something deeper. Venti angled his head, delicate fingertips grazing Xiao's cheeks, and in that moment, it felt like they were free-falling through clouds.
Hidden beneath layers of indulgence, a voice whispered in Xiao’s mind: Shower. Did he really need one? Half-lidded eyes stared into the breathtaking, endless meadows before him. Tempting. But he did.
Breaking the kiss was no easy task, yet it felt necessary; the way Venti flopped back onto the couch without a hint of resistance, letting Xiao go, was reassurance enough. With one last lingering look and a smile on his lips, Xiao pushed himself to leave the room.
The second the cold water hit his skin, a sigh escaped him; it was like pure salvation. The sticky heat washed away, cooling him down to a comfortable, refreshing temperature. As he stood there, savoring the moment, Xiao marveled at how lucky he was—how perfect his life felt in this moment.
His boyfriend lit up his world, turning even the most mundane days into vibrant fireworks. A grin stretched across his face. Xiao loved him in ways he could never fully articulate, perhaps more than was good for him. After all that had happened, a life without him felt impossible.
“As tempting as it was to spend the day under the cold water, he hurried, not wanting to keep Venti waiting. Maybe tomorrow they could go swimming? There was that somewhat secluded part of the beach he had stumbled across years ago—a quiet spot with clear water and soft, white sand, far better than the crowded areas. He could already imagine the way Venti’s eyes would sparkle at the sight of it. For now, though, he slipped into some spare clothes he kept at Venti’s place. One day at a time; after all, they had all the time in the world.
A little surprise awaited him outside the bathroom—one that painted another grin on his face. Venti was sprawled out on the floor, limbs stretched in every direction like a starfish washed up on the beach. Xiao couldn’t help the teasing edge in his voice. “What happened to ‘nice and cozy’?”
The starfish on the floor chuckled. “I’m officially nicely cooked now.”
'How cute can you be?' A chuckle slipped from Xiao’s lips. “Go shower,” he said before extending his hand to Venti. “I’ll wait downstairs.”
“Huh?”
“My car has AC.”
With a tug, Xiao lifted Venti to his feet. Without missing a beat his boyfriend slung his arms around him, pressing a quick peck to Xiao's lips before inching back, as if burned. “Oh, sorry, I’m still sticky.” He rubbed the back of his head, poking his tongue out in the most cheeky, adorable way possible. “I’ll hurry~!” he sang out before darting around him and disappearing into the bathroom.
The door clicked shut, and the sound of running water filled the air. Xiao stood for a moment, a dumb, love-struck smile stretching across his face. Yeah, he was hopelessly in love with that whirlwind. Shaking his head, he snapped out of it, eager to head downstairs and feel the ice-cold air blast into his face.