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It's nearly midnight on a work night, and Jiang Cheng should have put his phone down hours ago. He glares at the time at the corner of his phone as if it is its fault he has made poor life choices…but it flips to the next minute anyway, uncaring of the fact that he is going to feel like dogshit tomorrow. Scrolling Twitter (he refuses to call it X), he taps the occasional like or retweet button, his eyes glazed over as if in an algorithm trance. Disgust snaps him out of it when he comes across a string of retweeted pictures of half-naked femboys—posted by an account he follows for cute dog photos. He's about to unfollow the account when one image catches his attention.
It's no different than the other posts, really. Wearing light green, thigh-high stockings, the young man is sitting on a bed with his knees pressed together and calves spread apart. A sheer green robe is draped loosely around him, hanging off of one tantalizingly pale shoulder and artistically arranged behind and around him. His hand is tastefully censoring his crotch, and the lower half of his face is covered by a semi-transparent decorative fan painted in an art style Jiang Cheng recognizes instantly.
He also recognizes the stuffed pigeon, a round little fuck, that he himself won at a rigged carnival game three years ago. To be honest, he had assumed the thing was thrown away that same day.
The thing that's really taking him out about the picture, however, is the fucking nipple piercings. Two of them!!! On the nipples!!!!!
The blankets fall away from Jiang Cheng's torso as he sits up. He clicks on the profile and scrolls through the few photos posted, the most recent having been shared nearly two years ago. The face is either cropped out or covered in every picture, and the shot with the sheer robe is one of the more conservative outfits the model is wearing. Jiang Cheng scoots toward the head of the bed to sit with his back against the headboard.
"What the actual fuck?!" he says under his breath. "Huaisang, what the fuck are you doing?!"
As he creeps through the post history, he tries to remain objective and, above all, respectful. He's only a man, however, and no one is around to judge him except himself, so he presses his palm over the tent straining his pajama pants. He takes his hand away quickly. There might be no one around to see, but it's still wrong.
He can't decide whether he feels relieved or disappointed when he reaches the end of the feed. He refreshes the page, wanting to read the bio again.
@littlesongbird
🔞🔞🔞 Gay Fem boy \ Artistic Lewd Posting \ 18+ only \ uncensored posts here! [LINK]
Jiang Cheng's breath freezes in his chest. His thumb hovers over the link. This is a terrible fucking idea.
He presses it anyway.
His next obstacle: He does not have an OnlyFans account.
Ten minutes later, he is the not-proud owner of the username @PurpleLightning1234. Wonderful. Now, he can see @littlesongbird's profile.
But he can only see a handful of censored photos before being told that he needs to subscribe. Shit!
At this point, Jiang Cheng should probably just give up. His alarm will be going off in less than six hours. He has overstepped god knows how many boundaries.
He puts in his credit card information anyway.
The page hasn't even finished loading yet and he is freeing his cock from his underwear. He nearly weeps when a treasure trove of hundreds of photos populates on his screen. He spits in his palm as he checks the dates and sees some from as recent as today. "Huaisang, you're gonna kill me," he whispers to the dark room.
Clicking photo after photo, he thinks that he might have to come back later, after he's taken care of business, to admire the artistry of the photography. None of images are lewd, offering just tantalizing peeks of skin here, the curve of a thigh there. The way Huaisang arches his back should be studied by sculptors or scientists or—who the fuck ever. Or no one, actually. No one should be studying anything because no one should be getting to see Huaisang like this except…
But Jiang Cheng has just as little right as anyone to be lusting after his best friend. (Not that he is Huaisang's best friend. No, that honor goes to fucking Wei Ying.)
One image in particular gives him pause. Huaisang is sprawled across his bed with both arms raised, one behind his head. His hips are turned, knees bent, and he's wearing some kind of black lingerie with a halter top that has a huge heart cut out of the chest. There's a gold lace trim at the bottom of the top and along the edge of the panties, and his stomach is exposed, with thin black straps crisscrossing right below his navel. His forearms are covered with sleeves, also black, and his thigh-high, black stockings are held up by garters with gold accents.
It's a very hot outfit.
But, for some fucking reason, it also comes with cat ears, a gold bell around the neck, and a tail for which Jiang Cheng can only imagine the attachment point.
Jiang Cheng hates cats.
But Huaisang's face is so blushy, and his freckles look so—
"Fuck!"
The head of his cock is slick, precome trickling down to ease the glide of his fingers. He grips it tightly, beating it like it owes him money, and he gives serious consideration to the idea of calling Nie Huaisang right now to demand answers. Why a cat?! He knows Jiang Cheng hates cats!!!
Unable to contain his irritation any longer, he goes back to click through a few more photographs. Seeing Nie Huaisang in various states of undress, wearing lingerie in either black and gold or shades of green, makes him feel hot all over. He kicks the blankets off completely, wriggling to get out of his pants and reluctantly setting his phone aside to take off his shirt. Naked, he picks up where he left off, imagination running wild with thoughts of what it would be like to have Nie Huaisang under him, or on top of him, in the stupid fucking cat outfit. Again: why a cat?!
Of all the tasteful, artistically shot pieces, one in particular makes Jiang Cheng's jaw drop. Nie Huaisang is standing in front of a window, back-lit by the sun. Holding a folded up fan against his cheek, he's wearing a sleeveless sweater dress with no back that barely covers his crotch. He's also wearing his glasses, which adds a cute touch that somehow sends Jiang Cheng's horniness level from a ten to a one hundred. To make matters worse, Jiang Cheng is pretty sure…
He zooms in on a swath of the dress, but the lighting makes it difficult to discern its color. It could be gray, but Jiang Cheng knows—he fucking KNOWS!!! it is purple.
PURPLE!!!
Jiang Cheng comes so hard it's like an out-of-body experience. He spills all over his hand, making a giant mess everywhere. "Huai…sang…"
He has never been proud to masturbate, but this is the single most shameful one to date. Needing a way to clean up, he decides to sacrifice his shirt to the cause. He'll get a new one in a minute, when he can breathe again.
As he is coming down from his high, he realizes he should probably…. Yeah, it's probably only good etiquette. He goes back to leave a like on every picture he has looked at so far.
But as he is going through him, another wave of anger surges within him. What the hell does Nie Huaisang think he's doing?! Doesn't he realize how risky it is to put shit like this on the internet, where any skeevy pervert can find it?! Any hope Jiang Cheng had of simply turning a blind eye vanishes quickly as he realizes:
He is going to have to confront Nie Huaisang about this.
~.~.~
Jiang Cheng pounds on Nie Huaisang's apartment door. When Nie Huaisang first moved into this building, he gave him and Wei Ying fobs and spare keys. Usually, he would at least text Nie Huaisang first, but since he found that account, he's been unable to think clearly. His entire day at work was thrown off, and he had to leave early, because he couldn't stop thinking about that stupid cat outfit and the way that those straps clung to Nie Huaisang's waist—
He lets out a groan and is about to unlock the door himself when the door opens to a confused Nie Huaisang. For a second, Jiang Cheng forgets that he's livid as he takes in the oversized sweater that Nie Huaisang is wearing. A soft blush is dusting his cheeks and Jiang Cheng wonders how fast he ran to the door.
"Jiang-xiong! I–uh— wasn't expecting you." The blush on his cheeks gets darker and Jiang Cheng wonders if this idiot somehow caught a cold. If he did, it's probably because of all those skimpy outfits he's stupid enough to wear for the world to see.
"We need to talk," he grumbles, barely resisting the urge to just push his way into the house. Nie Huaisang moves out of the way and lets him in.
"Is…everything okay, Jiang-xiong?" Nie Huaisang asks cautiously as he closes the door behind them.
"No, actually it's not." Jiang Cheng turns on him. "You need to explain what the hell you've been up to!"
Nie Huaisang blinks up at him, confused.
"I was having lunch?"
"What?"
"Just now, that's what I—"
"Not right now!" Jiang Cheng snaps. "In general! Online!" Nie Huaisang's face pales.
"I don't know what you're—" He tries to deny it, but Jiang Cheng knows better, he's seen it with his own eyes! Multiple times, even! Obviously Nie Huaisang has a talent for these things, but that is besides the point!
"Cut the crap. I already know!"
"Okay, look, can we just talk about this somewhere not here?" He's whispering, clearly trying to get Jiang Cheng to quiet down, but Jiang Cheng has never been very good at taking a hint.
"Why? What's wrong with right here?" He asks, stilly very angry about this whole stupid situation. Every time he looks into Nie Huaisang's wide eyes, he can see flashes of those damn pictures! He regretfully went back onto the OnlyFans page and had stared a little too long at The Sweater picture, trying to really see if it was purple or not. "Why would you even have an OnlyFans?!"
"Jiang Cheng!" Nie Huaisang hisses right as another voice booms from behind them, making Jiang Cheng nearly jump out of his skin. He wasn't expecting anyone else to be here!
"The fuck is an only fans?" Nie Mingjue enters the room, looking unimpressed as ever as he glances between the two. His glare sharpens as it landed on Nie Huaisang. "Are you buying useless shit online again!?"
Jiang Cheng looks at the shorter man, and feels a tinge of guilt about the situation he's forced him into. But really, its not Jiang Cheng's fault! Nie Huaisang shouldn't be posting this shit online anyways! It was far too easy for Jiang Cheng to stumble upon it (not counting the effort it took to make the account and enter his credit card information) so really, it's his problem, not Jiang Cheng's!
Nie Mingjue looks between them both, neither of them saying a word.
"Huaisang, answer me."
"Da-ge, it's nothing! Really, don't—"
"Don't try and pull one up over me." Nie Mingjue turns and looks at Jiang Cheng. "What is it?"
Jiang Cheng realizes now that he maybe fucked up. Nie Mingjue is easily twice his size and a scary man to begin with. He was with Nie Huaisang when he told Nie Mingjue he would be going to an art school. He has seen firsthand how scary Nie Mingjue can be when his younger brother does something he doesn't approve of.
"It's uh…it's a photo posting site?" Jiang Cheng feels stupid as his mouth flaps. Why the hell didn't Nie Huaisang let him know Nie Fucking Mingjue was here?! Why the hell would he even be over here anyways?!
"Da-ge, it's really nothing—" Nie Huaisang pleads but Nie Mingjue pulls out his phone and starts typing away at it. Jiang Cheng watches in horror as he starts slowly back away, but it's too late.
Nie Mingjue's eyes fly open and he shouts, "Huaisang! Start explaining right fucking now!"
"I don't know anything! I don't have one of those accounts, I swear!" His eyes start to tear up, and Jiang Cheng shoots him a glare, because why the fuck is he pretty when he cries?!
"So, Jiang Cheng is lying?"
"What? I'm not lying about anything!" Jiang Cheng speaks without thinking, earning him a look from Nie Huaisang that screams 'Really!?' at him. "Uhhh—I mean—"
Nie Mingjue does not listen further. Jiang Cheng swears he can see steam coming from the man's ears.
"How the hell did you find out about this!?" He shoots at Jiang Cheng. Now, Jiang Cheng knows he definitely fucked up. "Are you perving on my little brother?!"
"What?! I just—" Jiang Cheng's face is turning red. How the hell did this get turned on him?! "I just—found it!"
Both Nie brothers stare at him like he just said the stupidest thing in the world, which is fair. After a beat of silence, Nie Mingjue turns back and starts telling Nie Huaisang to delete his account immediately.
"Absolutely not!" Nie Huaisang shouts. Jiang Cheng's brows rise toward his hairline in surprise; he can count on one hand the amount of times he has witnessed Nie Huaisang actually stand up to Nie Mingjue like this. He has to admit, anger aside, he is pretty impressed. Maybe a little turned on. "What I've done in my spare time hasn't affected either of you before, so why would it change now?"
Both men open their mouths to respond, but Nie Huaisang speaks over them. "No! Actually, leave. Both of you." The hurt in Nie Huaisang's eyes is clear as day and it pulls on Jiang Cheng's heartstrings. He and Nie Mingjue are shoved out, and the door is slammed in their faces.
They find themselves on the other side of the apartment door, listening to the sound of the deadbolt and chain sliding into place. Even though they have keys, there is no way to get past these locks.
"Huaisang! Open this door, or I'll break it down!" Nie Mingjue bellows out.
"Sorry, Da-ge." Nie Huaisang's voice is muffled. "I can't hear you. There seems to be a door in the way."
"Why you little—"
Jiang Cheng crosses his arms and leans against the opposite wall, staring down the door like it personally offended him. Okay, he can admit, he probably fucked up. But it's fucked up that Nie Huaisang is even doing this! The Nies are well off, and not only that, but Jiang Cheng would happily help him out if he asked! Why did he need do resort to this?
He and Nie Mingjue spend about half an hour standing in the hallway in awkward silence. Neither of them wants to be the first to leave. Jiang Cheng is too stubborn, and besides, he didn't finish his conversation with Nie Huaisang!
Jiang Cheng and Nie Mingjue both jump when someone politely clears their throat. They look up and see Lan Huan and fucking Wei Ying standing in front of them.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Nie Mingjue grumbles.
"Come on, Da-ge. Let's go home and talk all this out." Lan Huan's smile is kind, but there's a layer of ice that makes Nie Mingjue comply, though unhappily. The two of them go, leaving Jiang Cheng to face Wei Ying.
"I'm not fucking leaving." He glares at his adoptive brother, who has the audacity to laugh at him.
"Yeah you are, Jiang Cheng." Wei Ying doesn't look as carefree as usual, which tells Jiang Cheng that his brother will absolutely kick his ass if he needs to. "Come on, lets go for a coffee or something."
"I'm not done talking to him yet."
"Yeah, you are, actually. He's not ready yet. Haven't you made enough of a show?" Wei Ying crosses his arms and gives him a strained look. "Come on. I'll even pay for the coffee."
Wei Ying's lying ass does not actually pay for the coffee. Apparently, he rushed over as fast as he could and forgot his wallet. Jiang Cheng wishes he could say he's surprised, but really he isn't.
They sit down in a quiet corner of cafe, neither speaking. Jiang Cheng is well aware of why they are at a coffee shop. Jiang Yanli came up with this idea ages ago as a way for the two of them to talk (gross) about their feelings and frustrations (double gross) in a way that will prevent a full blown fight. Usually it works.
"So…" Wei Ying plays with the straw of his iced latte bullshit. "You found out, yeah?"
"Found out?" Jiang Cheng grips his coffee cup, giving a dry laugh. "You say that like you knew."
"Uh, yeah I knew." Wei Ying takes a drink of his coffee. "Who did you think went with Huaisang to get his nipples pierced?"
"You—!"
"Me!" Wei Ying leans back and crosses his arms. "Now, why the hell are you having such a problem with this?"
"Because!" Jiang Cheng speaks through clenched teeth. There are a lot of reasons he is upset about this! Nie Huaisang is posting half naked pictures of himself in a cat outfit on the internet for anyone to see! No one should see him like that!
Except… Jiang Cheng very much wants to keep seeing him as he is in these photos.
"It's…indecent!"
"Yeah that's kinda the point."
"There are creeps who can see this!"
"Like you?"
Jiang Cheng can feel his cheeks flush. Is he a creep? No, he's simply…concerned. Does that make him a creep? It's not like anyone knows what he did while looking at those pictures.
"I just stumbled on them!" He shoots back. "I was looking at pictures of dogs and then all of sudden…" He waves his hand in front of him.
"Okay, so let me get this straight," Wei Ying says as he leans forward, resting his crossed arms on the table. "You accidentally stumbled on his profile and the first thing you decide to do is slut-shame him and out him to his brother for it on his birthday?"
"I—on his what?!" Jiang Cheng has no control over the volume of his voice and several people look over in concern. "No, his birthday is on the twentieth!"
Wei Ying's eyebrow raises.
"Uh…yeah. Today's the twentieth of May, Jiang Cheng."
Frantically, Jiang Cheng pulls out his phone and sure enough, the date confirms what Wei Ying has said. It's Nie Huaisang's birthday, and he not only forgot about it entirely, but he also likely ruined it.
"Oh fuck…"
~.~.~
With a heavy sigh, Jiang Cheng knocks on the door to Nie Huaisang's apartment. He's holding a bag full of snacks that he knows Nie Huaisang likes, which he hopes will be enough to salvage the mess he's made. Is he still pissed? Yeah, obviously. But after the long conversation he had with Wei Ying, he's learned that maybe there's more to this than he initially thought.
A couple of the locks turn and the door opens a smidge, revealing Nie Huaisang. Jiang Cheng can still see the chain is latched and can't really bring himself to blame Nie Huaisang for leaving it on. Fierce green eyes glare at him through the crack in the door, puffy from crying, and Jiang Cheng's guilt grows.
"What do you want?" Even though it's clear that he was just crying, Nie Huaisang's voice is defensive and angry.
"I want to talk." The words tumble out of Jiang Cheng's mouth dumbly.
"Well I don't." Nie Huaisang starts pushing the door closed, but Jiang Cheng pushes back.
"I fucked up, I didn't realize your brother was here. I'm—" He hates apologizing. God, he feels stupid. "I'm sorry."
Nie Huaisang looks at him for a long moment.
"I'm not going to stop taking or posting pictures."
"Why the hell not?!"
The door slams shut in his face, and he stands there wondering what the fuck he did now. He said he was sorry! Wasn't that good enough?
Jiang Cheng lets out a frustrated groan and knocks on the door again. This time, no answer comes.
"Look, I am sorry for what happened," he starts. "I just…don't like the idea of anyone seeing you like that." There is a moment of silence before he hears the latch come undone and the door opens. He wastes no time in entering the apartment and closes the door behind him. He puts the bag of treats on the table closest to him.
"I haven't forgiven you," Nie Huaisang says immediately. "I just don't want the entire building hearing my business."
"But I said I was sorry!"
"That doesn't make it okay, Jiang Cheng! Da-ge is pissed at me, and now you hate me!" He takes a breath. "How the hell did you even find out?!"
"I wasn't looking for it!" He yells back. "It just showed up! I was looking at dog pictures, but that creep must of forgotten what account he was re-posting on!"
"But I never showed my face outside of OnlyFans."
"Yeah well…I found your Twitter account and then the link—" Jiang Cheng's mouth snaps shut as he realizes what he was seconds away from admitting. He knows it's too late when Nie Huaisang's eyes go wide with realization.
"Holy shit, you're PurpleLightning1234."
"What—how?!" He says aghast.
"So, that really is you?" Nie Huaisang looks smug, catching Jiang Cheng red-handed. "I can't believe you have an account!"
"I don't! I made it last night!"
"So you could look at my pictures." It's a statement, not a question, and Jiang Cheng knows he is already in too deep. "And you went with PurpleLightning?"
"It said I needed a username!" He cries out, throwing his hands up in frustration. "We're getting away from the matter at hand, which is that you have an OnlyFans! And why even a cat?! I hate cats!"
"I know, I'm—" Nie Huaisang pauses, then looks at Jiang Cheng angrily. "Wait a second, no! I'm not apologizing because it wasn't meant for you!"
This stings Jiang Cheng in a way he wasn't expecting. Is that his issue? That these pictures aren't for him? Fuck, he wants them to be for him. Even the damn cat outfit. Though, maybe one of them was for him…
"Fine! What about the purple sweater one? I know that sweater is purple!" He points a finger at Nie Huaisang.
"You don't own purple!" He yells back. "God what is with people who like purple!? You all make it your entire personality!"
Jiang Cheng tries his best to think of some sort of smart ass remark, when he finds himself with a closed fan pointed at his chest and pushing him until his back is flat against the wall.
"Why are you trying to make this about you, Jiang Cheng?" Nie Huaisang's voice drops into something Jiang Cheng can't discern. "Did you want these to be for your eyes only?"
Yes.
"No, I just—" Jiang Cheng's face feels like its on fire. Nie Huaisang is teasing him, he knows this, and he shouldn't be getting this worked up over it, but he can't help how much it turns him on.
"Those pictures won't ever be just for your eyes, A-Cheng," Nie Huaisang's voice sounds sultry, which does nothing to help the boner in his pants right now. Jiang Cheng can only pray that Nie Huaisang hasn't noticed the tent forming behind his zipper. "Did you want something that would be for your eyes only?"
His gaze is piercing Jiang Cheng's eyes. He isn't sure what exactly the shorter man is asking, but he thinks he very much wants to find out.
"I—yes?"
The intense, smoldering look in Nie Huaisang's eyes dissipates, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. "God fucking damn it. Just…"
He surges up on his tiptoes while gripping a fistful of Jiang Cheng's t-shirt. Their mouths crash together in a too-hard kiss, but before Jiang Cheng can even begin to soften it, Nie Huaisang is pulling back. Still clinging to his shirt, his fan jabs Jiang Cheng in the Adam's apple, pushing up his chin. "Alright, listen here. You've got one shot at making it up to me, and I swear to god if it's not the best birthday sex of my life, I am never speaking to you again."
"How much birthday sex have you had?"
"None, but that is not the point!!! Now, come on."
Nie Huaisang turns suddenly, dragging Jiang Cheng behind him, all the way down the hall to his bedroom. The huge window on the west wall mocks Jiang Cheng, reminding him of The Sweater. Nie Huaisang follows his gaze and mutters, "Oh, for fuck's sake. Sit on the bed."
It would be a lie for Jiang Cheng to claim he's not at least a little bit terrified right now, but it's somehow making his stupid cock throb harder. Are fear boners a thing? He watches Nie Huaisang stomp off towards the walk-in closet. He doesn't dare ask where he's going.
"Take off your clothes," Nie Huaisang hollers from the other room.
This gives Jiang Cheng pause. Is he really ready for this? He has never dared to hope Nie Huaisang could ever love him back, but on the rare occasion he let his mind wander to What If, he always pictured something more…well, romantic. They would go on a date, hold hands while walking through an art museum. After dinner, Jiang Cheng would bring Nie Huaisang home, and maybe they would kiss on the doorstep before Jiang Cheng left for the night. Sex would wait until at least the third date—or whenever Nie Huaisang was ready. No rush.
Nie Huaisang emerges, and he's wearing The Sweater. And it is so, so, incredibly purple.
Jiang Cheng is naked in thirty seconds flat.
Not bothering to conceal his amusement, Nie Huaisang watches Jiang Cheng scramble to get out of his clothes. When he's finished, Nie Huaisang comes stand between his parted thighs. He taps his fan against Jiang Cheng's forehead, then presses his lips to the same spot. "Good boy."
He picks up one of Jiang Cheng's hands and brings it toward his lips, pressing a kiss on each of his knuckles. Then, his pretty, pink, perfect mouth opens just enough to wrap around one of his fingers. He sucks on it lightly, and he might as well be sucking directly on Jiang Cheng's cock for how close it has him to coming.
The torture ends quickly, however, and he soon sets Jiang Cheng free. "I never let anyone see what was under here in those photos."
Jiang Cheng reaches with trembling fingers for the hem of the sweater, only to have them swatted away with the fan. "Ask nicely," says Nie Huaisang with a smirk.
Jiang Cheng's mouth feels dry, but he forces his lips and tongue to move. "Please."
Nie Huaisang pretends to give this a great deal of consideration. Finally, he moves his hands away.
The fabric is much softer than Jiang Cheng expected. He pushes it up slowly, breath catching as a darker shade of purple comes into view. Nie Huaisang's crotch is covered by a diamond-shaped stretch of sheer lace with fucking lotus patterns, held together by the four gold straps that wrap around his slightly flared hips.
"You like it?" Nie Huaisang breathlessly asks.
Dragging his eyes up to Nie Huaisang's, it's clear that he already knows Jiang Cheng's answer, but Jiang Cheng humors him anyway. "Yes."
Nie Huaisang turns, allowing Jiang Cheng a look at the back. It looks similar to the front, except the lace barely covers the curves of Nie Huaisang's ass. Flipping his hair over one shoulder, Nie Huaisang grabs something from his bedside drawer, then lies down in the center of the bed, beckoning to Jiang Cheng with the crook of a finger. "Come here."
Crawling slowly on his knees, as if afraid he will frighten him off, Jiang Cheng fits easily in the space between Nie Huaisang's parted legs. Nie Huaisang sits up to kiss him for a while. Then, he lies back down, shoving Jiang Cheng's head downward. "Go on, then. It's only fair that you should be the one to take them off."
Jiang Cheng kneels, staring down at the damp patch slowly spreading across the lace. Nie Huaisang's cock is outlined prominently, hard and twitching every now and then, as if it enjoys the attention. Jiang Cheng's mouth waters as he pushes his fingers under the straps and begins to pull them down.
Lifting his hips, Nie Huaisang deigns to make Jiang Cheng's task easier. The moisture makes the fabric stick to the tip of his dick, and Jiang Cheng is very gentle in prying it away. He slides the underwear down Nie Huaisang's slim thighs, eyes never leaving his devastatingly perfect cock. Why is it so beautiful?! It's just a fucking dick!!!
Jiang Cheng needs it in his mouth. He leans in, lips parting—but Nie Huaisang stops him. "Finish taking them off."
He lifts a leg. The panties are still around his knees. Jiang Cheng slides them the rest of the way down and over Nie Huaisang's pedicured feet. Nie Huaisang threads his fingers through Jiang Cheng's hair, gently prying apart his bun. As his hair falls down, Nie Huaisang takes hold of it and guides Jiang Cheng's face toward his crotch. Jiang Cheng opens his mouth, eagerly accepting his cock.
Nie Huaisang gasps as Jiang Cheng's lips close around it. Feeling accomplished, Jiang Cheng puts his limited theoretical knowledge to use, hollowing his cheeks and experimentally swirling his tongue. It seems to have the intended effect—Nie Huaisang's eyes squeeze shut, and he lets his head fall back onto the pillows. He pets Jiang Cheng's hair as if he has done well, and the part of Jiang Cheng's brain that is constantly seeking validation is fed.
He follows the firm, steady push and pull of Nie Huaisang's hands, directing him in what he wants. He offers no resistance until Nie Huaisang tries to pull him all the way off. At this, Nie Huaisang tugs on his hair sharply, forcing him up and away. Rolling his eyes at Jiang Cheng's glare, Nie Huaisang pulls his knees up. Then, he guides Jiang Cheng's mouth lower. Jiang Cheng forgives him immediately, placing his hands on the back of Nie Huaisang's thighs to open him wider.
"Fuck!" Nie Huaisang cries out as Jiang Cheng's tongue makes contact with his hole. "Just—like that. Good…"
Seeking more praise, Jiang Cheng laps at his puckered entrance with clumsy enthusiasm that he hopes will make up for his lack of finesse. At the very least, he hopes Nie Huaisang will appreciate the effort.
"Here." Nie Huaisang holds a small bottle out towards Jiang Cheng. "You need to get me ready."
"I—how do I—" He takes the bottle and looks between it and Nie Huaisang. The two of them blink at one another before Nie Huaisang finally laughs gently.
"With your fingers, A-Cheng."
"Oh."
Obviously, he thinks to himself. He feels like an idiot as he fumbles with the bottle. When he finally gets his shit together under the watchful gaze of Nie Huaisang, he manages to get lube on his fingers. Gently, he presses one to the tight entrance and starts to push in.
Nie Huaisang let outs the most beautiful moan that Jiang Cheng has ever heard (not that he's heard any, really). He wants to hear more, certain that he's already addicted to the sound. There's nothing he wouldn't give to hear it again and again.
"Fuck, A-Cheng, keep going—" Nie Huaisang continues to guide him, to tell him when he needs to go faster or slower, when to add another finger. Jiang Cheng is rewarded with a plethora of praises and moans until finally, "I'm ready." His voice is breathy, driving Jiang Cheng more insane by the second.
His cock is ready and aching, desperate for any attention. He wants to touch it so bad, but he's surprised to realize that he's been enjoying this bossy side of Nie Huaisang far too much.
The second that he removes his fingers from Nie Huaisang's hole, the world turns and he finds himself lying on his back, looking up at the most beautiful, smug face he's ever seen. Jiang Cheng's gaze shifts upward and sees—
"Are those the fucking cat ears?!" The smug smirk on Nie Huaisang's face grows wider. Jiang Cheng is just about to push him off and toss the ears out the damn window, when he feels Nie Huaisang's small, slick, hand grasp his cock. Jiang Cheng isn't sure what kind of noise comes out of his mouth, but Nie Huaisang seems more amused by the second.
Nie Huaisang shifts, and Jiang Cheng feels the tip of his cock line up with Nie Huaisang's entrance. It's hot and bruisingly tight, and Jiang Cheng isn't sure if they will be able to make this work. But Nie Huaisang is persistent, angling his hips until the head breaches him and sitting on it slowly. He sinks onto Jiang Cheng's length at an agonizingly creeping speed, punching soft, breathy sighs and half-moans out of himself, all while Jiang Cheng is helpless but to hold onto his hips.
After a long, frustrating time, Nie Huaisang's ass comes to rest against Jiang Cheng's thighs. His knees seem to want to curl in, but he forces his shaky legs apart. "F-Fuck," he breathes. "I'm not used to something so…big."
Jiang Cheng's heart leaps into his throat. He did good. He's making Nie Huaisang, whom he has been pathetically in love with for years, feel good. Gazing down at him, there's something soft and warm in Nie Huaisang's eyes…
But it clears away quickly, and Nie Huaisang bonks Jiang Cheng on the head. "I'm still mad at you, y'know."
"I'm sorry," Jiang Cheng apologizes automatically.
Nie Huaisang's body shifts, lithe and fluid, and he brings his hands to rest on Jiang Cheng's knees. It drives Jiang Cheng's cock into him deeper, and they both groan as Nie Huaisang puts his all into bouncing on it. Jiang Cheng holds on tight to Nie Huaisang's thighs, concentrating every ounce of his effort onto not coming.
Bracing his hands on Jiang Cheng's chest, Nie Huaisang begins to ride him furiously fast. His face and chest are flushed bright red, and he tosses his glasses somewhere towards the nightstand. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. Don't fucking move. I'm almost there!"
Jiang Cheng feels like he is going to explode at any second, but he fights for every single ounce of his self-control as Nie Huaisang's muscles seize his cock. One of Nie Huaisang's hands pushes The Sweater out of the way, and he comes all over Jiang Cheng's belly.
"I, I…can't—" Jiang Cheng's fingernails dig bright red furrows into Nie Huaisang's thighs. He wonders if Nie Huaisang will take pictures of them. God, he hopes so.
Nie Huaisang adjusts the cat ears and winks. "Meow."
A chain reaction is set off within Jiang Cheng, and he is overcome by the single most powerful orgasm he has ever experienced in all his life. He thought he came hard when he was looking at Nie Huaisang's photos, but it's nothing compared to emptying himself in his tight, clenching heat, feeling the object of his fixation all around him. No, Jiang Cheng never stood a fucking chance, and he was an idiot to think otherwise.
They stay interlocked for a few minutes, with Nie Huaisang peppering kisses all over Jiang Cheng's "stupid face." He does eventually roll away, and as he goes to get out of the bed, Jiang Cheng's face feels unbearably hot as he takes in the sight of his freshly fucked and creampied hole. He has a sudden idea. "Could I…take some pictures?"
Nie Huaisang pauses, then gives him a look. "What if wanna post them?"
"That's…fine," Jiang Cheng says, blushing. More than fine, actually, he thinks. He's starting to come around to the idea of weirdos on the internet seeing Nie Huaisang—and knowing they don't get to have him the way Jiang Cheng does. Let the creeps get their eyeful while Jiang Cheng takes the rest.
"You're such a fucking asshole," Nie Huaisang snaps. "I can practically hear your pervy, possessive little thoughts. But. Ugh." He grabs a camera off the nightstand and hands it over to Jiang Cheng. "I do like a work in progress."
The two of them manage to get themselves washed and dressed just in time for a knock on the door. Jiang Cheng freezes and looks at Nie Huaisang. With a panic-stricken look, Nie Huaisang hastily searches for his phone and checks the time.
"Shit," he hisses before looking back at Jiang Cheng with the widest puppy dog eyes Jiang Cheng has ever seen. He already knows that look will be his undoing, now and for years to come. "So, Da-ge and Huan-ge are here."
"What?!" Frantically, Jiang Cheng goes to a mirror and throws his hair back into a topknot. "Why are they back?!"
"Well, you see," Nie Huaisang slides in between Jiang Cheng and the mirror and loops his arms around his neck. "It's sort of my birthday today—"
"I knew that!" Jiang Cheng says, hurriedly. "I brought you stuff—"
"I know you know, A-Cheng," Nie Huaisang teases him gently, but another booming knock from the door startles them both. "They want to do dinner. Huan-ge said that Da-ge wants to apologize, too. But I want you to be there too."
Jiang Cheng blinks at him for a moment. The two of them haven't taken the time to establish what they are, and frankly, he's a little scared to hope. If Nie Huaisang is asking for him to stay for dinner, that is a good sign, right?!
"I…can do dinner."
"Perfect!" Nie Huaisang plants a quick kiss on his lips before he detaches and runs for the door. Jiang Cheng barely has time to fully process what just happened before he steps out of the bedroom and into the front room. Lan Huan and Nie Mingjue stand at the door and both look up with Jiang Cheng enters.
"What the hell is he doing here?" Nie Mingjue grumbles, and Jiang Cheng wonders if it's too late to jump down the fire escape.
"I want him to come with us." Nie Huaisang slides to Jiang Cheng's side and takes hold of his hand. "Since he's my boyfriend."
"Boyfriend?!" Jiang Cheng and Nie Mingjue both shout at the same time.
"Why the hell are you surprised?!" Nie Mingjue turns on him and asks (yells).
"I just—we—"
"Call it a new development!" Nie Huaisang swoops in and saves Jiang Cheng from probably digging his own grave. "Now, lets go! I'm starved!"
"How fun. I'm happy for you both." Lan Huan has an amused smile on his face as he pats Nie Mingjue's shoulders. "We'll go on ahead and meet you at the car."
For the second time that day, Jiang Cheng basically watches Lan Huan pull Nie Mingjue away. He turns to Nie Huaisang and sighs.
"So…boyfriend?"
Nie Huaisang shrugs. "It's what I want. Is it what you want?"
"Yes. Absolutely." He pulls Nie Huaisang towards him and kisses him, once, then again and again. This is more than he had dared hope for. "Happy birthday, Huaisang."