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A relaxed sigh slips from his lips unconsciously—it couldn't be helped. With how warmth radiated from Liu Kang's palm, it easily untangled the knot trapped between his back muscles. He probably shouldn't make this a common occurence. It wasn't his shidi duty to make sure he was fine. But on the other hand, Liu Kang forced it upon him—forcing him to accept the kindness bequeathed to him.
He wouldn't lie, it felt good to the point his eyelids felt heavy with exhaustion. Sleep almost overtook him, as he groaned while Liu Kang's nimble fingers pressed against another knot beneath his skin.
"Shixiong, is it okay?"
He hummed as he closed his eyes; back fully leaned against Liu Kang's warm hands. Sleepiness loomed over his head—he tried his best to not fall asleep. It was hardly appropriate for him to fall asleep. When Liu Kang was fully focused—
"Kung Lao?" Liu Kang's hands abruptly paused, it pulled him out of his daze and quickly whipped his head to the side. He paused for a moment—a little bit mortified, he was caught off guard and actually doze off for a fleeting moment. Well, he couldn't deny the fact of Liu Kang's hands were that good. Quite effective, in fact. That in result, his back muscles weren't aching like earlier—as if he dipped into a warm bathtub. Although, minus the water.
In fact, his shidi also didn't use any oil the moment he started this massage. He supposes, a trauma remains. Since Liu Kang in fact did burn him, when he still couldn't control his arcana. A reminder of it still there, gradually fading—sometimes he forgot it until Liu Kang reminded him. With how careful his fingers skirted around it.
"Sorry, I dozed off…" he quickly straightened his posture, while a small laughter slips from the man behind him. Certainly amused by his antics and he couldn't blame Liu Kang either. If he was in the same position as the pyromancer—he would do the same in a heartbeat. Perhaps even worse. A little bit of teasing wouldn't hurt anyone and, the sound that came out of Liu Kang's lips wasn't exactly unpleasant. More like the opposite, it made his heart skip a beat.
Those melodious laughs—clearly made his head spin.
Liu Kang snickered, "How unusual, A-Lao," it made him let out a huff of exasperation. As he rolled his eyes, he could feel Liu Kang's hands continuing with a hint of teasing—how troublesome. He already could hear the incoming lecture or anything that resembled it.
"sleepy already? Are you that tired?"
He abruptly pulled himself and turned his body around, to see Liu Kang's soft gaze, his hands hanging in the air awkwardly. He raised an eyebrow, "I didn't say that," he crossed his arms as he looked at his shidi haughtily. Daring the pyromancer to refute his words, instead Liu Kang just shook his head. Lips still curled into a knowing smile—clearly used to his antics.
Liu Kang shrugged his shoulders, "I'm just asking," gaze averted from Kung Lao's narrowed ones, "it's already late, after all," he rubbed his hands against his pants, head slightly lowered as he stood up from the bed. It made Kung Lao wondered what Liu Kang had in his mind. But he supposes, it was the time for it to be over.
It was impossible for Liu Kang to continue his massage forever. Well, he believes Liu Kang would say it wasn't impossible. Then he would tried to argue, he could do it all night long. But because of his kindness to him—he wouldn't project Liu Kang to it.
As the only one that would benefit from it—was himself.
A sigh escapes from his lips unconsciously, as his fingers ran through his hair. Eyes closed momentarily then promptly opened it back to see Liu Kang's gentle smile. He caught the sight of his shidi's hand back rolling beads between his fingers. His lips curled as he placed his hands on the pyromancer's shoulder. Jolting the poor man, blinking his doe eyes owlishly; seemingly confused with the sudden action.
"Shixiong?"
His body was still as warm as ever; it occasionally fluctuated, but never cool enough since he received his arcana. It made him miss when Liu Kang would press closer to him for warmth. What a time. It was such a shame, he wouldn't experience it again. Nevertheless, it didn't stop him from pulling Liu Kang closer—their breaths mingled together. The distance between his lips and his shidi were only a breath away.
It was quite tempting to press his lips against those plush lips. He knew he was staring—
"Kung Lao," those voice softly uttered his name, lips curled into a small smile as his hand rested on his waist, "you're staring," he could feel Liu Kang was trying to coax more out of him, "say something," he breathed out, slowly pressed closer, chest to chest. Liu Kang's fingers dragged on the side of his face, "ah," slipped from his lips while his eyes gleamed with something, "kiss me."
His breath hitched as he heard it—he was caught off guard with the sudden demand. Quickly Kung Lao averted his gaze, only to be stopped by Liu Kang's hands, cupping his face. Forcibly making him stare directly into the pyromancer's eyes. He probably shouldn't yet, he did it anyway.
Pressing his lips against his shidi's awaiting lips.
It was warm, like the rest of Liu Kang's body. Comfortable as he imagined. Still, it surprised him; how Liu Kang demands it. At first he thought he was imagining it. However, Liu Kang's sultry eyes and hands that cupped his face—it couldn't be a dream. Hesitation melted away easily, it didn't help Liu Kang demanded more of it. Leaving him breathless, as their tongues intertwined leaving a string of saliva as they parted away.
Face flushed with need and desire, half-lidded eyes exchanged gazes.
He pressed another chaste kiss on Liu Kang's lips, as he cupped his face, "Shouldn't we sleep?" his fingers tucked away a strand of hair, "it's already late," he murmured, fingers softly traced Liu Kang's forehead down to his lips. Slightly pulling those plush lips of his.
How irresistible.
The pyromancer's lips curled into a small grin as he stared back, "Shixiong, just this once," he breathed out softly, "can't you indulge me?" At that Kung Lao let out a sigh, fingers again tucked away another strand of hair.
"Didn't I always?"
"Mm, yeah, but can't you?"
Kung Lao tilted his head slightly, a sigh of exasperation slips out. He doesn't know what to do with this insatiable pyromancer. It was nothing to make of—but should he? His self-control gradually slipping from his grasp, Liu Kang continued to press his face to his palm; just like a cat, begging to be caressed. Those eyes looking up at him pleadingly, squeezing his heart—was his shidi ignorant of what he did to him—reluctantly he averted his gaze, "Alright, just this once."
Of course. Those words slip from his lips easily without any guarantee, he wouldn't repeat this kind of thing. Liu Kang also knew of this—he easily abused the privilege he had.
Hands cupped the pyromancer's face and pulled him into another kiss. Liu Kang's hands roamed down his body, trailing from his back to his chest, sensually that made him stifle a groan in the kiss. Certainly Liu Kang knew the right place to be touched, often making him restless as he casually rested his hand on his shoulder. Like he didn't just make him lose his concentration on what he was doing.
Liu Kang's lips curved into a smile, as they parted away. Lips slicked with saliva, eyes half-lidded looking at him, hand splayed on his bare chest, "Bed."
Their kiss continued as they made their way towards the bed—they hadn't left the proximity of it. Gently he pushed the pyromancer down on the bed, hands pulling on his clothes while their tongues continue to interlocked. Ragged breaths echoed inside the room, chest heaved up and down painted crimson as blood rushed up—eyes half-lidded with desire, bursting through from its containment.
"Come closer," arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in, their warm breath mingled, "don't hesitate," Liu Kang purred into his ear, head tilted to the side. Giving Kung Lao more leeway to press wet kisses, hands caressed the pyromancer's arms down to his sides and rested on the man's hips. Fingers nimbly tugging off Liu Kang's pants, leaving his lower part bare—he took a sharp breath as he felt something wet.
He squeezed Liu Kang's hips, "You planned for this, didn't you?" he breathed out while his fingers skirted around the wet hole, "what would you do, if I say no?"
A strained chuckle slipped from the pyromancer's lips, his gaze averted from Kung Lao's sharp gaze, "Sleep?"
Kung Lao seems to be dissatisfied by the answer Liu Kang gave him, but he doesn't say anything further. Instead he pressed in his index finger and slowly added his middle finger, eyes observing his shidi's expression. It seems that Liu Kang did, stretched himself before even massaging him.
How could he even manage to do it? With the small time he had? Unless—
He took a sharp breath as he closed his eyes and shook the wild imagination off his mind. A short breath slipped between his lips, while he reached for oil, "You'll be the death of me," he could hear Liu Kang's chuckle while the pyromancer's hand reached out to caressed his arm and in turn his cheek.
"Ah, don't be," his eyes looked at him like he was everything, it made his heart skip a beat for a second, "you know I like you, how could you die?" he added with a gentle smile as if he hadn't just surprised him with his unpredictably. A huff of laughter slips, his hand slightly shaking while his head shakes in disbelief at Liu Kang's statement.
Silently he continued to rub enough oil, just enough to make his entrance smoother; hurting the pyromancer would be an unimaginable and reckless one as well. But it seems to be slightly impossible, with how wet Liu Kang's hole were. He could sense the eagerness from the man under him, eyes looking at him pleadingly to make it quick.
"Patient," slips from his lips curtly, while he positioned himself. As he felt the same, seeing Liu Kang's face flushed with need, burned him with desire to sink deep inside the pliant man. It was a bit difficult to restrain himself, slowly he pushed the tip inside—simultaneously making both of them groan and moan from the sensation. The insides of his shidi was like molten heat, ragged breath slips from his lips as he rested his hands beside Liu Kang's head. He bit his lips as he stay still for a few moments, waiting for the pyromancer adjusting to his entire length.
Liu Kang let out a quiet gasp, eyes shut tight, hands scrambling around and finally grasping on Kung Lao's arms. Breathy moans escaped from his lips, body slightly reeling from the sensation of being filled. Half-lidded eyes looking at him, tears pooled in his eyes while his grasp tightened, seemingly begging to Kung Lao to start moving.
"Mm, ah, Kung Lao," he rasped out, nails scraping against the man's arms, "move."
Kung Lao obediently obliged to Liu Kang's plea; it would be cruel to prolong the waiting. Also, with those words it reassured him the pyromancer was already adjusted to stretch. The risk of hurting him became low—slowly he moved his hips, hands rested beneath Liu Kang's thigh, folding the pyromancer's legs while he canted his hips. A breathy groan escapes from his lips, feeling his shidi's tightness around his cock. Deliriously pleasurable, it made him temporarily forget his worries and obligations.
The only thing remained was Liu Kang—prettily moaning his name, face and chest flushed red while his fingers dragged against his arms and back. Gently pulling out and thrust in, while his eyes observed every reaction the pyromancer made—it was difficult to keep his sanity with how much Liu Kang gave every part of himself to him. How beautiful and precious; parting away seems to be a waste. He wants to keep him close, and pretend they had all the time in the world. Without any danger looming on the top of their head.
However, he knew it was impossible. They had their own part—
"Liu," slips from his lips in abandon, hips moving roughly, hand reaching out to wrap against Liu Kang's weeping sex. A keen whine erupted from the pyromancer, hips jolted forward trying to thrust into Kung Lao's hand. Seemingly to be on the teetering edge of his orgasm, tears pooled in his eyes. Hands scrambled behind him, pulling on the bedsheet, breath turned ragged as he looked at him pleadingly.
"Kung Lao," he choked out, head shaking pressed against the bedsheet, lips parted away showing his pretty tongue out. He pulled Liu Kang into an open-mouthed kiss, hand caressed the pyromancer's face as he swallowed every moan. The telltale of his orgasm was imminent, gradually the rhythm of his thrust becoming erratic.
As they parted away, he could see the dazed look of Liu Kang's flushed face. Lips parted away slightly, swollen from the kiss and slicked with spit. The image of it made his heart shake; doubt creeping to the crevice of his heart—however he quickly brushed it off, as this kind of thing wasn't supposed to rule over his actions. He still had the duty to be honored and, no matter how much he treasured Liu Kang—
Breathy moans echoed, fingers dug into his arm, "Lao, Kung Lao," repeatedly slipped from Liu Kang's lips while his body arched against the bedsheet, tears trailed down from the corner of his eyes. Within a few strokes, Liu Kang let out a keen sound, hand painted white with the pyromancer's cum. Liu Kang's legs wrapped around his hips as he continued to thrust deep and dragged out his own orgasm. That made the pyromancer whine from the overstimulation, as he continued to thrust inside him and finally reached his own orgasm—painting Liu Kang's insides white with his seed.
He panted while his hand cupped the pyromancer's face, taking in whatever he could and imprinted it on the back of his mind. He had a feeling—this would be last, as peace seems to be scarce and time would be short for them to fool around.
Nevertheless, Liu Kang's breathless smile soothed him as he returned the gesture back. His hand brushed back the stray hair from his face, "Wasn't so bad, was it?"
Kung Lao let out a huff of laughter as he pulled out, while he used his clean hand to push Liu Kang's face away playfully—slightly offended by the words his shidi used. Like he hadn't just lost his mind earlier, "says you," he paused for a moment, "you're drooling," he pointed out helpfully, turning his back on his shidi. He could hear the pyromancer shuffling on the bed as he sat up—he heard him groan in pain, moving too fast he supposes.
While internally, he groaned at the mess they made—it would be a pain to clean this up; though, he supposes Liu Kang will help him. He's the one that incited this mess in the first place. Although, perhaps it was also his mistake to partake in, maybe he was a bit too compliant with his shidi whims.
It was also the reason, currently he was in a small tub pressed tight with Liu Kang. Saving time—says the pyromancer—though, he suspects it had nothing to do with what he said. More like, he wanted to stay near him. He only sighed, didn't have the heart to deny the request. The sooner they finished up, the faster they could rest.
"Shixiong," he turned around to see Liu Kang extend a cloth in his direction, "help me?" his eyes looking at him expectantly. Presumably asking him to help drying his hair; eyebrows furrowed momentarily, before he relaxed, nodding at the request.
He silently sat behind the pyromancer; a breath of relief escaped between his lips. It was always such a hassle to change the sheet. Though, he assumed the man in front of him wasn't bothered, with how he hummed, leaning towards him.
"Sleepy already?"
A small chuckle slips between Liu Kang's humming, "Certainly, with your hands in my hair," he paused momentarily, turning his head looking at him with a soft gaze, "you're just good with your hands."
Kung Lao halted in the middle of his action, feeling his cheeks became warm with the implication, he averted his gaze and retracted his hands from the pyromancer's hair. Standing and putting the wet cloth away. He could hear a rustling sound behind him—his shidi presumably stood up as well. Although, he was unsure what he was trying to achieve. Until he felt an arm wrapped around his abdomen.
Abruptly a warm breath brushed against his neck. It made him shudder, "Kung Lao," the pyromancer breathed out as he nuzzled into the back of his neck. Pulling him flush against Liu Kang's chest—a bit taken aback with the sudden proximity. Which made him want to pull himself away, though it seems to be a bit difficult with how tight his shidi latched on him.
As if he was afraid he would disappear into thin air. It sounds a bit impossible, but he decided to indulge into this one as well. It wouldn't hurt—he also felt somewhat comforted with it. His hand gently pressed against the pyromancer's arm, "What's wrong?" he murmured as he slightly turned his head.
Liu Kang tightened his hold, "Nothing," he whispered back as he pressed his face on the crook of Kung Lao's neck, "just, I just want to hold you," words slightly muffled as he continued to wrap his arms. It made him slightly troubled—he wanted to help, if he could.
"Is it the tournament?"
The silence seems to be quite telling—it stretches out as Liu Kang kept his silence. He just continued to press closer to him and tightened his arms on him. To the point, it slightly became suffocating. He took a deep breath as he gently pried Liu Kang's arms off him. Turning his body around to face the pyromancer. He could see his shidi's features scrunched, his fingers slowly traced his face.
"It's okay," he murmured those words, fingers hooked under Liu Kang's chin, lifting his face to get a good look of him, "we anticipated this, didn't we?"
Liu Kang averted his gaze, "I––yeah," slipping from his mouth reluctantly.
His lips curled into a small smile, "let's just rest, we have a long day tomorrow," he turned his body around, only to find Liu Kang's holding his hand, a concerned expression etched on his features. Seemingly stubborn to cling to his worries and wouldn't rest until he was soothed, "Liu?"
With trembling lips, "Promise me," he took a deep breath, eyes looking at him pleadingly, "we'll die together, if it comes to that."
Kung Lao's eyes widened at the pyromancer's words; caught off guard with the words he uttered. His voice sounded so desperate, it made his breath catch in his throat. Features contorted, unsure how to respond, "Liu Kang," he breathed out, hands clasping the pyromancer's warm hand, he shook his head lightly, eyes staring into Liu Kang's own, "I promise, if we die, we'll die together."
Only after he uttered those words, Liu Kang finally relaxed, eyes looking at him apologetically. Nevertheless, he understood—he couldn't bear the thought of being apart from Liu Kang either. The possibility of it loomed on top of his head; he couldn't bear to voice it out loud like Liu Kang did. The pyromancer's hand moved to rest on his cheek gently, "Thank you," he whispered as his eyes turned into crescent-like, "I also promise to you, if we die, we'll die together," he murmured softly, fingers tracing his jaw, "let's sleep, it's already late," then he pulled away from Kung Lao.
However, he paused momentarily and turned his head slightly towards Kung Lao, "I love you," then continued to walk towards his bed. Those words brought a smile to his lips, it certainly took away the pain from the conversation they had earlier.
"I love you too."