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He was so tired. Every cell was lethargic, his heart only continuing to stubbornly beat because his Wei-Wei refused to wait for him until the next life.
A thin, metallic taste lingered on his tongue, the air tinged with bleach and old sweat.
His father.
The scheming bitch that was YueYue.
The ruffians who had embroiled him falsely into this legal mess.
The prisoners.
The guards who loved to laugh at the disheveled rich heir, so removed from haughty derision.
The sound of distant laughter bounced off cold cement. Every chuckle echoed like a verdict.
He had to put all his half-assed energy into fronting his alpha-big-man-don't-fuck-with-me status.
The other prisoners, thankfully, were not so near his social sphere that they took cruel delight in tormenting him. He was thankful for the vague anonymity. No one knew his name here. That was almost a mercy.
Still, he was fresh meat. And he was pretty. And he was a virgin.
The irony.
And while he didn’t particularly value his own body, he had one thing left to gift to his lovely Da Bao. One thing that he knew the young entrepreneur had been coveting.
He had seen the sly glances at his cushioned derriere. The exploring fingers that had grown increasingly bold, kneading into his cheeks as they kissed and frotted together.
There had been sexy whispered conversations. Promises that teased Wu Suowei with the knowledge of topping Chi Cheng at a moment of the elder’s choosing.
“Once you are confident in our love...that you believe my body...I’ll give you all of it...I’ve never let anyone else before...” he had told his innocent lover in the dark of their condo bedroom. It had hastened the sensitive pleasure of his WeiWei, his cute cock spurting hastily at the sexy promise.
He could still remember the feel of trembling hands in the moonlight, a whispered vow cutting through the dark like silk.
However, in here, in this barren place removed of his Da Bao’s brattish energy and coquettish smiles? The promise of keeping it safe, untouched, was an active process that he could dedicate to fulfilling.
It stopped his mind from overthinking.
He held to that promise like a rosary, each day one bead closer to freedom.
Now he just had to wait for his conjugal visit merits to be valid.
Not long now.
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He had written to Chengyu, asking him to bribe the new guard. Dr. Jiang had visited on a medical pretext, slipping the newbie sufficient largesse that Chi Cheng trusted the cameras would be off and there would be some basic amenities to ensure their coupled dignity.
The promise of privacy was worth every illicit yuan. Here, secrets were currency.
He had pushed the limits of his time in the communal showers—shirking and sleuthing to hide his actions as he cleaned himself thoroughly. He wished that he could use his oils and lotions, to ‘wrap’ Wu Suowei’s gifts in a more pleasing manner.
The water was always cold, smelling faintly of iron, but he scrubbed until his skin was raw and pink.
You are so wholesome. Even if you feign to want nothing but my money, this silly little promise is what truly made your eyes shine.
He let himself stretch out on the clean futon. The room was whitewashed, with glazed windows (albeit barred) shining in a pleasant day.
Sunlight painted pale stripes across the floor, making the cracked tiles seem almost gentle for a moment.
There was a ‘first aid’ box, marked with a typical red cross, but when he looked inside he found wipes, condoms, and lube. They were generic, not ribbed, but they were well worth the bribery that had emptied what remained of his frozen bank accounts.
The newbie had collected him from his cell, silent and avoiding his gaze. Chi Cheng had walked along the mile, internally smiling at the somewhat good-natured catcalling.
‘Keep ’em sweet, buddy...make sure your wifey is fine on the outside...”
“Get it, pal! Get that ass!”
It was a strange chorus, but he knew them well enough now to recognize the oddly well-meaning banter.
Even in a place like this, love was a punchline and a lifeline all at once.
The newbie had escorted him, ushering him to a thin corridor of the main tranche. It held neutral-looking spaces, as if these rooms were used for a range of purposes.
The clanking of the keys was rhythmic, the sliding doors sounding heavy with metal sheeting. His cuffs were unlocked, and he shook out his limbs, eager to embrace his lover with unhindered strength.
Every step felt lighter than the last, anticipation outpacing dread for the first time in weeks.
“He is on his way, Sir. I received...instructions...from Chengyu...Dr. Jiang left this for you,” he gestured to the box. Chi Cheng was amused to see the newbie guard blushing, as if they didn’t all know what was about to go down in this room.
Hopefully me, on my Wei-Wei's cute cock. Get him nice and wet, so he can slide right home.
“Your friend is currently finishing up registering. He will be here in a few minutes. You get one hour...make the most of it, Sir. I’ll be on the lookout but I can confirm that...these rooms are pretty soundproof...”
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One thing he loved about his WeiWei was his eagerness, his puppy energy. There was no awkward unease about greeting each other familiarly or with affection in this prison setting.
He barrelled through the door like a summer storm, all noise and light and warmth.
“Chi Cheng! I missed you!” he spoke before the doors had even been fully shut behind him. Wu Suowei was here. In this room, with him alone.
This was a small glimpse of heaven.
For one hour, the world was small and kind.
Chi Cheng rushed forward, gathering the skinny body of his soulmate to him and swinging him gleefully around. He smelled of oranges, as if he had been sunbathing in his mother’s garden of fruit trees.
He smushed so many kisses across his delighted face, turned up to Chi Cheng’s taller stance.
“Hmmm, I missed you love...let me kiss you...mmmm” he kissed him, all over. Kept kissing him and hugging him, letting the innocence and love from this man soak into him. Like a sun feeding the flowers, he felt his energy spiking.
We'll get through this. And we’ll be together. I’ll help you achieve all your goals and dreams. Starting with this one, my little love.
Chi Cheng eased back, dropping Wu Suowei to the floor. The air became more serious, Chi Cheng’s fingers beginning to stroke with lustrous purpose.
“Love, I want to give you an early birthday present...want to make you feel so good...will you take me?” he asked, bold and conscious of their lack of time for languid and drippy teasing.
He pulled away, teasing Wu Suowei to chase him. He backed himself against the white-painted brick walls, lowering his knees slightly to feel small and precious. His eyes were dark, narrowed with specific purpose.
“Will you make love to me? Will you take my virginity? Will you give me that to sustain me before I get out of here?” he spoke with kisses to Wu Suowei’s neck. He punctuated each question with harder sucks, glorying in the twitch of Da Bao’s Adam’s apple.
Skinny fingers tightened in his hair. The strength surprised Chi Cheng.
His head was pushed back against the wall, and Wei-Wei's eyes became hard and flinty with determination. His tongue poked out, long and pointed.
Chi Cheng wanted it in his ass.
Time slowed as they spoke with their eyes. Chi Cheng demanded to be filled with his love. Wu Suowei promised that he’d ruin Chi Cheng for anyone else.
“Let me kiss you, Chi-ge...let me kiss you everywhere...”
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Chi Cheng sprawled across the thin futon, bare skin prickling from the cold that seeped up through the mattress. He parted his knees wider, back arched, surrendering himself—wanting, aching, utterly shameless for his lover.
Wu Suowei’s face was pressed deep between his cheeks, mouth working with hungry determination, breath hot and damp. Every stroke of that clever tongue made Chi Cheng shudder, clutching the sheets, whimpering for more. He pressed back, desperate for Wu Suowei to go deeper, to mark him, to ruin him for anyone else. Each slick, teasing flick made him feel helpless and raw—burning up from the inside, dizzy with need.
The mattress pressed a harsh pattern into his skin. Every flick of Wu Suowei’s tongue felt like a blessing.
Chi Cheng didn’t know there were so many nerve endings there. It felt fucking fantastic. It felt filthy. It felt religious.
He muffled a gasp, tasting the salt of his own skin where he bit his forearm.
“Oh god...harder...lick me again...ngggg you’re gonna make me come, baby...” he moaned into his forearms, committing all the sense details to his memory. This would live in his mind for months to come, would warm him at nights in this lonely prison cell.
Wu Suowei began shaking his head back and forth, moving his slippery tongue up to his lover’s perineum. His testicles were taut, sore, and full from unmet lust that had lasted for weeks.
He pulled back to breathe, biting at the inner flesh of Chi Cheng’s ass cheek. Marked, but where no one but him would ever see.
“You’re literally full of it, Chi Cheng...you’re going to flood this entire room when I let you come...think you can last for my cock, mmhhh?” he teased, a little mean. He lightly slapped over the rim he had been kissing, watching it gape open and shut. Chi Cheng groaned, fucking forwards to let his abandoned cock pulse against the rough futon.
They both knew if he touched his cock, he would come immediately.
“Please...fuck me...fill me...no one else, ever!” he begged, wanting it more than he had ever wanted anything. Wu Suowei moved back slightly, fumbling for the first aid box that held the lube and condoms.
WeiWei lost some of his confidence, remembering his own first time and the pain it had caused despite being thoroughly prepped.
“I need to do it carefully, honey...as much as I want them all to know you are mine, I can’t have you hobbling from taking it...at least not while you are in here...” he considered the desperate ass in front of him, before coating his fingers and gently beginning to insert his long digits.
He worked gently, circling, feeling every tense shiver. The air buzzed with nervous energy and need.
Chi Cheng howled.
Wu Suowei’s slicked fingers pressed inside, slow at first, coaxing him open, never losing eye contact. The feeling was overwhelming—stretching, filling, a wild ache. Chi Cheng rocked back on those fingers, panting, hungry for more. The wet, obscene sounds filled the little room, and he didn’t care who heard.
Wu Suowei’s grip was firm, possessive, thumb digging into his hip as he worked Chi Cheng open—scissoring, curling, finding that spot that made him shudder, nearly lose control. It was messy, desperate, and utterly perfect.
Everything made the elder man frot against the futon, crying out in pleasure at the feeling of being filled.
“WeiWei...so good...crook your fingers...ooOOOHHHHH-” he bit his own arm, feeling his lover finally catching his secret pleasure spot deep inside his body.
Wu Suowei fumbled at the first extreme reaction but then became determined. He braced one hand on Chi Cheng’s back and then began pistoning his arm in and out of the greedy hole. He crooked his fingers towards Chi Cheng’s navel.
For a moment, nothing existed but the feeling of being wanted, being possessed. He was utterly, beautifully vulnerable.
“Ngggh...you’re in me...harder...make me feel it...fuck...” he was nonsensical. It was deep finger fucking, and he would orgasm soon if Wu Suowei didn’t get his cock in him right this second.
“Take it WeiWei! Oh god...take me! I’m going to...you need to do it now!” he whisper-begged the younger, so enamored and submissive. He felt so loved and claimed.
Everything would work out. He would get out of here, they would care for each other. And they would grow old together.
And right now, Wu Suowei would lovingly accept the gift of his virginity.
Chi Cheng felt bereft as the fingers were removed from his body. He felt immediately empty. He didn’t envy his future self for mourning the loss of Wu Suowei’s cock.
He felt shaky as he heard Wu Suowei scrambling to put on a condom, to lube up his red and desperate cock. Chi Cheng looked between his legs, upside down view of Wu Suowei’s cock bumping between his legs.
One day, we’ll do it bare. I’ll always take your love unfiltered. That can be my reward. But I'll happily take it this way for now.
It caught on his greedy rim, missed a couple of times before suddenly it had plopped through the first ring of muscle.
His whole body sang with relief, with belonging.
Yes. This was happening. Right now.
Desperate hands came to hold his hips. WeiWei was breathing hard and gasping. Chi Cheng felt sweaty drops falling onto his back. Or perhaps they were tears.
The air was thick with heat, with effort, with the salt of both their bodies.
“Ngg...fuck...I’m going to come, honey...I...I can’t last...please don’t hate me-” he screamed as he thrust forward, unable to go slow. His hips were clumsy, hammering and slapping into the meat of Chi Cheng’s ass cheeks.
The shorter length of his lover’s cock felt perfect. He wasn’t in pain, but would be delightfully sore after this. WeiWei’s cockhead kept bumping up against his p-spot, and it was enough.
It was enough to set off fireworks, to cement his love, to celebrate this gift they were sharing.
And it was more than enough to make him come.
Chi Cheng let his body be thrown about by Wu Suowei’s inexpert thrusting, longing to be a receptacle for his lover’s pleasure. Malleable, pliable, he moaned in delight as his untouched cock fucked all over the rough cotton padding.
He let himself go—gave in to the rhythm, the messy beauty of it.
His ass felt full, his heart felt whole, and his cock was spurting his way to nirvana.
“So good...love...you’re so good...I’m coming...I’m coming for you, WeiWei-” his words cut off as he peaked. He tightened, milking his ass around Wu Suowei’s cock. It was almost punishingly tight for his inexperienced lover.
“Ngggh...not fair...I’m coming...I’ll...I’ll get better at this, honey...I’ll last lonnnnnger...oh so good...” he let his last words extend, enjoying the spill of his come into the prison-issued condom.
There were precious few minutes left. The sunlight shining through was still kind and bright. It felt good somehow, to know that this wasn’t how his day would end. If he could see off his lover from this conjugal visit, to send him away to a bright and busy afternoon, it felt...less brutal. It felt like the better scene of a dream they were all having, and he would wake up soon once justice had righted itself.
It was almost peaceful. A secret oasis carved from steel and concrete.
They scrambled from their prone position at the harsh knock, Wu Suowei all but collapsed over Chi Cheng’s wrecked form. The newbie had told him that he would give a five-minute warning. Chi Cheng mourned the loss of languid cuddles, feeling a hint of potential sub-drop from how deliciously in control his sweet lover had been.
He wanted to cling, just a little longer. The urge to beg for one more minute, one more touch, almost broke him.
They wrestled into their now wrinkled clothing and by unspoken agreement, lay down for the final few moments of their brief trip to physical paradise. Wu Suowei scooched up so that the taller man’s head lay in his lap. Fingers threaded through his hair, still a bit shaky.
Chi Cheng wondered if it was from joy at their likely upcoming reunion in a few weeks or if it was bereft at their hasty parting.
Or maybe it was both, love and loss crashing together, raw and beautiful as ever.
Perhaps it was both.
“You’re mine, Chi Cheng. Your heart was always mine. Now your body is completely in my possession,” he whispered. He let his hands rest lightly over Chi Cheng’s pale neck. He exerted no pressure, but the elder found it grounding nonetheless.
Steady tears dripped down onto Wu Suowei’s denim-covered knee. Chi Cheng wasn’t shaking, wasn’t heartbroken. The tears continued, falling in an even rate per inhale and exhale.