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Scaramouche had slept more the past week than the entirety of the last month he spent at school. Seeing as he didn’t need it, what was the point. He used that time to write papers and study for tests. He only occasionally took naps when he remembers how Chongyun and Nahida would scold him for not doing so sooner.

Now that he was home for the summer, he spent a lot of time relaxing in Chongyun’s presence. It felt empty sleeping alone which was part of why it was hard for him to do it on campus. He only felt comfortable sleeping and waking up with Chongyun.

Which took him to this morning.

“No, no…! stop…! oh god…”

Scaramouche woke up to an empty bed and panicked rambling. He wasn’t too alarmed at first as he rose, eyes squinting slightly as he looked out at the window, the sun still in hiding as most sane people would be asleep this early in the morning.

Now when Scaramouche walks into the kitchen he does feel partially alarmed and equal parts amused to a flailing Chongyun, unsure hands hovering around a pan nearly aflame with whatever food was on it.

“This is a sight to wake up to.”

Chongyun’s head whips around to Scaramouche and immediately he swings his hand onto the counter beside the stove. In his panic and embarrassment, a rush of Cryo energy erupts from his palm and covers the entirety of the stove and partially the counter. The wind pushes outwards, hitting Scaramouche with a rush of cool air. Chongyun smiles awkwardly as he looks to the side, face bright and red in color.

“Good morning to you too.” Scaramouche strides forward, suppressing the urge to smirk as Chongyun stiffens as he nears. Leaning towards him he places a kiss on his cheek, surveying the damage before he pulls away. ” I see you’ve gotten an early start this morning.”

Chongyun is taking a deep breath and Scaramouche can see the sweat gleam off Chongyun’s face. He wonders how long he’s been attempting this. He moves to start cleaning up what he can before Chongyun’s ice melts. Which reminds him, he should go grab some towels.

As Scaramouche returns Chongyun is dumping some dishes in the sink and scrubbing off remains of what may have been food at some point, into the trash can. When he sees Scaramouche place the towels down, he finally sighs as he looks at the partially frozen kitchen.

“I’m sorry. This is not how I wanted the morning to turn out.”

“Don’t apologize, I’m not upset with this morning’s turn of events.”

“But it’s a mess…”

“Yes,” Scaramouche waits for Chongyun to look at him before he smiles and adds, “An adorable mess.”

Chongyun’s face darkens further, pouting as he busies himself. He doesn’t seem too eager on letting Scaramouche know what prompted this action, so he realized he’d have to nudge him to open up on it, “Is there a special occasion I am unaware of?

“I just…” Chongyun is hesitant with his answer, but Scaramouche is patient, eyeing Chongyun dutifully for his answer. “I wanted to do something nice. So, you know I care too…”

Scaramouche’s eyes narrow, he’s well aware Chongyun has a multitude of things he can be insecure about, but he wasn’t aware their relationship was one of them.

“I know you care. I don’t imagine you put up with my attitude purely out of kindness and pity.”

Chongyun cringes, “I like you for many reasons!”

Scaramouche smirks, a hand coming under Chongyun’s chin as he directs his eyes up to his, “I know. And as much as I’d love to hear you list off those reasons, I’d rather you tell me what has you so concerned. Do you doubt my affection?”

“What? No.” Chongyun’s eyebrows are downturned as he starts to instantly deny the claim but… he hesitates. Scaramouche sees a flicker of hesitation, of doubt . 

“You do.”

He didn’t mean to tighten his grip on Chongyun’s chin, but he can’t help but feel insulted at that. He might still be mean and sarcastic on occasion, but he thought he’d been doing very well at playing the part of a doting partner. Why would he doubt him?

“No, I don’t! It's just we’ve never-” Chongyun’s mouth clamps up and immediately he shakes his head, “I mean- It doesn’t matter, I just wanted to do something nice, I’m sorry it ended up a mess for you to clean up.”

“I’ve already told you not to apologize.” Scaramouche tries to meet Chongyun’s eyes and frowns when his partner pointedly avoids them. “If there’s something wrong, tell me. What am I doing wrong?”

“Nothing! It’s nothing, seriously I’m just overthinking things that don’t even matter-!” As Chongyun tries to turn away Scaramouche reaches out to grab his arm, tugging him towards him with darkened eyes.

“It clearly matters to you so tell me. I don’t care how embarrassing it is, you have no reason to doubt me. What are you unsure of?”

“Are you attracted to me?”

Scaramouche quirks an eyebrow, feeling dumbfounded by the question, as he quickly answers, “Obviously.”

Chongyun feels himself clam up at that, perhaps slightly stunned by the swiftness and certainty of the answer. It takes him a few moments before he continues.

“Do you have uhm- Do you desire-” Chongyun’s face scrunches in discomfort as he shakes his head, turning away, “No this is-”

Unfortunately for him Scaramouche wasn’t that dense, it was only a matter of time before he pieced together the cause of his insecurity.

“Wait a second do you mean-”

“I said it’s nothing!”

“You want to have sex?”

“Quiet!” Chongyun is covering his face.

Scaramouche sighs, hovering over Chongyun as his hands rest over his wrists, trying to ease his hands away from his face, “Is that all? Why not just say that?”

“How would I bring this up?!”

“Why are you thinking about it anyways?”

Chongyun sighed, dropping his hands and his gaze looking anywhere but at Scaramouche, “Well… we haven’t done anything since uhm… hide and seek … but it’s been a few months now and we don’t do anything other than kissing or cuddling- which is great! But- uh,”

“You want to do more?”

Chongyun cringes, “No- I don’t know! It’s just, I was looking at books with Xingqiu and he recommended I look into some romance books just for- a reference- and usually they already… do stuff… pretty quickly. But you don’t seem to want to do… that .”

It’s quiet as Scaramouche mulls over the answer, and Chongyun is fidgeting in his grasp as Scaramouche mindlessly holds his wrists, thumbing over them. It’s a few more minutes before Chongyun squirms and tries escaping from his grasp.

“This is dumb, let’s just forget-”

Scaramouche jerks Chongyun back towards him as he strengthens his grip on his wrist. He frees another hand to grab the back of Chongyun’s neck and directs him to look up.

“Chongyun.”

His eyes are narrowed and burning holes into Chongyun’s as he speaks in a low tone. And Chongyun’s eyes are glued to him as he hangs on his every word.

“I’m not sure why you’d think I don’t desire you when I’ve made it clear on multiple occasions that I do but if I need to say it for you to believe it then I will,” Scaramouche leans closer, his eyes trapping Chongyun as he speaks with certainty, “I desire you in every sense of the word-” He moves to whisper in Chongyun’s ear as he whispers, “if you’d let me I would devour you.”

Chongyun’s eyes widen, and he shivers at the words pressed into his ear. He flinches away slightly to meet Scaramouche’s eyes and he feels both panicked and aroused at the dark glint in his eye. His expression is so serious and Chongyun isn’t sure if he should be scared or flattered.

“So?”

His voice snaps Chongyun back to the present and his eyes dart around Scaramouche as he refuses to give him space. He isn’t sure what Scaramouche is asking so he repeats the question back to him, “‘So’...?”

“What do you want?”

“I…” Chongyun’s mouth feels dry, and his fingers dig into the counter he’s leaning against, “I want you.”

“You want me, to…?”

“ Scara .”

Scaramouche’s fingers tighten slightly on the back of his neck, making Chongyun’s eye dart back to his as he speaks, “I don’t want to misunderstand what you’re saying. I’d like you to be clearer.”

Chongyun groans as he struggles to find the best way to say what Scaramouche is asking for, “I want you to… to love me.”

Scaramouche tilts his head, smirking slightly, “I already do. I love you very much.”

Chongyun groans, “You know what I mean…”

When Scaramouche simply blinks at him Chongyun groans before trying again.

“ Make love… to me.”

This time Scaramouche can’t help but break out into a laugh. He lets go of Chongyun, rests an arm on the counter space beside him and tries covering his face with the other to stifle his soft chuckles. “‘Make love’...?”

“Dammit Scara-” Chongyun’s face falls into annoyance as he finally grits out, “I mean fuck me .”

Scaramouche’s laugh stops and his eyes dart back to him. Chongyun can watch the words process in Scaramouche’s head because once they do his eyes gain a dangerous glint with his signature smirk, “Say that again.”

Chongyun shakes his head.

“Chongyun.”

He can’t deny the way Scaramouche says his name sends shivers down his spine as he looks back at him. Scaramouche’s hand trails up his arm again, before his hand goes to grasp Chongyun’s face. He’s holding his jaw as his thumb rubs over his lips, making Chongyun breathless as he watches his every move.

“I’ve been very patient. I didn’t do anything sooner because I wanted to do it when you were ready.” Scaramouche’s eyes move from Chongyun’s lips back to his eyes, “So are you sure you’re ready?”

“I am.”

Scaramouche leans in and Chongyun’s breath hitches.

“Can I touch you-?”

“Wait.”

Scaramouche stops in place, looking at Chongyun curiously as he withdraws. 

Chongyun can breathe again, and he realizes how hot he's gotten, “We- uhm. We just got up, it’s the morning-”

“So-?”

Chongyun realizes he got himself into this mess and now his head is spinning with how fast things are progressing, “Isn’t it something people do at night?”

Scaramouche tilts his head with a soft laugh, “It doesn’t matter. We can do it whenever.”

“Oh.” 

Chongyun clenches and unclenches his hands as he fidgets in place for a moment. He takes another breath before looking up and nodding, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

Chongyun nods again, “We can do it then.”

Scaramouche laughs again before grabbing his chin to bring him towards him. “Just relax and follow my lead. I’ll take care of everything.”

Before Chongyun can respond Scaramouche takes his lips captive, pushing him into the counter as he deepens the kiss. It’s slow but forceful as Scaramouche moves his lips against him while pushing into him, their chests touching as Scaramouche pulls Chongyun at the waist into him.

Chongyun barely follows as he’s moved into kiss after kiss, not having a chance to relish in the feeling before Scaramouche pries his lips open and eases his tongue into Chongyun’s mouth. Immediately Chongyun whines into his mouth as their tongues meet. 

Chongyun could never keep up with Scaramouche’s dominating nature even when he tried. He can only shiver as Scaramouche explores his mouth with his hand gripping the back of Chongyun’s hair.

He continues this between kisses as Chongyun’s breaths grow heavy, contrasting from Scaramouche’s unbothered demeanor. He only gives Chongyun a break when he genuinely struggles for air, but you can hardly call it a break as Scaramouche moves to his neck.

Chongyun’s hands are stuck grasping Scaramouche’s shirt as he tries regaining his breath, heavily panting in Scaramouche’s ear as he feels him kissing down his neck. Stopping in a few spots he flattens his tongue then drags his teeth over the area before sucking the skin. It pulls a whine from Chongyun, nearly making him buckle as he feels his knees grow shaky.

Now this wasn’t super out of the ordinary, Scaramouche stealing the air from Chongyun and marking his neck with lingering bruises. However, usually this is where the fun would end.

Scaramouche shifts one of his knees between Chongyun’s legs. It pushes against Chongyun’s already hardening member, earning Scaramouche another whine before he seals his lips once more before he whispers against them, “Come on. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

They were going much farther this time.

Chongyun’s brain had already gone hazy, so overwhelmed with lust he didn’t register the movement to the bedroom until his back met the soft covers of the bed.

He throws his head back into the bed as he tries again to catch his breath, his ears distinctly catching the sound of rustling clothes. It earns his attention enough to lift his head and find Scaramouche half-naked as he’s pulling his clothes off and tossing them into the corner of the room where a growing pile of clothes lay in a basket.

Scaramouche is hovering over him the next moment, his legs dip into the space in between Chongyun’s legs. He places his hands by Chongyun's head, slipping down onto his forearms as he starts kissing him again. They’re more frantic now, keeping Chongyun pinned down on the bed as he feels Scaramouche’s hand trail down his body, finding the edge of his shirt and hooking his fingers under it before yanking it up.

The kiss is momentarily broken as the shirt is pulled over Chongyun’s head. It takes a little maneuvering on Chongyun’s part, he has to arch his back at a point to let it slide off and in the moment, he does his chest barely brushes against Scaramouche’s equally bare one. The feeling is new and exciting as Scaramouche continues to explore and touch him.

Chongyun is burning up at this point, making Scaramouche’s hand feel like ice against his skin. Even as he steals some of his heat away Chongyun is shivering under his touch, and it’s only made worse as Scaramouche pulls away from his mouth to kiss down his chest. He places kisses around his collarbone, he marks the area with love bites as he sucks and takes some of the skin between his teeth. The blooming purple bruises pop against Chongyun’s pale skin and at the moment he doesn’t have the mind to scold him for leaving so many.

As Scaramouche continues downward his fingers brush over his nipples and that feeling is far more stimulating than Chongyun anticipated. He gasps at the contact, his hands stretching out onto the sheets before tangling into them.

Scaramouche of course uses that as his cue to take one into his mouth, licking and sucking on one while his other hand gently rubs it. It’s the first thing that incites a full moan from Chongyun as his mind reels at the new sensation.

“W-wait- Scara-”

Scaramouche stops for a moment and Chongyun whines, clenching his hands into the sheets as he struggles to catch up, “Sorry that- that’s new for me.”

“Can I keep going?”

It takes a moment but when Chongyun finally nods Scaramouche gives him a few more licks, slowly flattening his tongue against his other nipple that rips a whine from Chongyun as he shudders. But Scaramouche doesn’t linger there for long, moving downwards and tracing the top of Chongyun’s pants before digging underneath the fabric to yank it down.

He does it slowly and precisely as he takes Chongyun’s underwear down with his pants. It’s embarrassing as Chongyun’s dick is revealed for the first time to Scaramouche. Though they’d been intimate this is a very new level for both of them. He can’t help how self-conscious he feels as his legs instinctively try clamping together.

Scaramouche doesn’t allow him the chance as he’s sat between his legs. Using one hand to grab at Chongyun’s thigh. He places some kisses on the skin there, embarrassingly close to Chongyun’s painfully hard member.

Chongyun is watching and Scaramouche knows it as he catches his gaze while continuing down. The skin there is sensitive for multiple reasons and Scaramouche seizes the opportunity and the space to place more love bites. Nipping at the skin and sucking bruises, his fingers digging into Chongyun’s thighs as his legs shake in his grasp.

Both all too soon and not soon enough Scaramouche moves towards his member, and Chongyun can hardly breathe as he anticipates the sensation. But no amount of mental fortitude could’ve prepared him for the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through Chongyun as Scaramouche licks a line up his dick.

Chongyun’s responding moan is embarrassingly loud and he’s grateful they don’t have any nearby neighbors. Still, he’s self-consciously placing a hand over his mouth especially as Scaramouche takes Chongyun’s dick into his mouth, sucking at the tip before easily deepthroating him.

“W-wait, you don’t have to- '' Chongyun is interrupted by a loud moan that he tries covering with his hands. It’s still heard through his fingers in a muffled noise that Scaramouche clearly enjoys if his mirthful eyes are a clear indicator. 

Chongyun buckles up into his mouth and Scaramouche stops him immediately, using his hands to hold his hips down as he moves at his own pace. It’s a slow one that Scaramouche does to drag his tongue up his dick, pausing to give the tip attention before moving down at a faster pace.

It drives Chongyun insane, his hips pinned to the bed, one hand gripped into the sheets with white knuckles and the other is desperately trying to stifle the noises he can’t help that’re leaving his throat. The knot growing in his stomach only tightens and grows further intensely that he hardly recognizes that it starts reaching a peak until it does.

“Scara- stop I’m-!”

Scaramouche merely hums with his dick still in his mouth. The sound reverberates around and Chongyun whines at the feeling, as his hips desperately push against Scaramouche’s hands as he cums. He’s writhing desperately on the bed as Scaramouche is slow to pull off him, his tongue hanging out to drag up Chongyun’s dick as he does.

Chongyun then realizes with striking embarrassment that Scaramouche swallowed most of it and gently licks around Chongyun’s dick to clean up the rest.

“W-wait don’t swallow that- that’s gross-”

“It’s kind of bitter.” Scaramouche says with a smirk that makes Chongyun flush even more significantly than before as Scaramouche drags his tongue up one last time to clean up the remaining cum. Chongyun winces at the feeling, but it doesn’t take long before the sensation is over and Scaramouche leans back, wiping away the bit of cum that drips down his chin and licking it off his fingers.

The sight made Chongyun’s stomach do flips, especially when he moved towards Chongyun to place a kiss on Chongyun’s cheek. He wipes at Chongyun's forehead making him realize he started sweating. He was getting too hot.

“Do you want to continue?”

Chongyun pants, debating if he really could. He already came but that wasn’t what he initially wanted, and Scaramouche looked at him as though hoping for a yes.

 Maybe he could think of this as a test of endurance. Making up his mind he does a small nod, and he can feel the bed shift as Scaramouche gets up from the bed. He hears him leave as the door opens but he’s still coming down from his high to even question why.

When Chongyun looks over he recognizes the bottle that Scaramouche pops the top of, setting it down on the bedside table. He also places a cold wet towel on Chongyun’s forehead that helps cool him down.

As Chongyun sits up, moving the towel to clean himself up a bit more. He has a chance to look at the other item Scaramouche brought.

“Is that vegetable oil?”

Scaramouche is tipping the bottle over to drip it on his fingers. When his gaze moves, I’ve to Chongyun one side of his lips turn up. “It’d be painful without some sort of lubricant.”

“We cook with that!”

“Which means it’s entirely safe for the human body,” Scaramouche gently pushes Chongyun onto his back as he crawls over him again, “Just relax.”

“Ah so I’m…” Chongyun's eyes widen as he realizes what Scaramouche plans as his fingers drift downwards. Scaramouche pauses to let him talk and Chongyun blushes before he gets it out, “I’m on the bottom?”

Scaramouche smirks, rubbing the oil between his fingers, “That was the plan. But if you want to top, I won’t mind.”

Chongyun thought it over for all of a couple seconds. He did not want to try and figure out how to top and Scaramouche seemed to know what he was doing so if following his lead meant he had to bottom then he would. He doesn’t know if he could even top at this point. He didn’t know the details of how a man would bottom but he trusted Scaramouche to teach him.

Chongyun shakes his head, “No, that’s okay. I want you to top.”

“Want me to take care of you?” Scaramouche whispers as he leans into his space.

Chongyun shivers at his tone and despite opening his mouth to answer, his voice refuses to leave him. Instead, he swallows as he timidly nods. Scaramouche’s smirk widens at the answer and he’s kissing Chongyun's neck again, nipping at some darkening bruises as he whispers into his skin.

Scaramouche is on him, “Don’t worry about a thing, I’ll handle everything.”

Chongyun practically melts, incredibly content with letting Scaramouche take the lead. Until his brain catches up and he suddenly feels like he’s not giving what he’s receiving.

He sits up, surprising Scaramouche who withdraws his hand as he watches him curiously.

Chongyun looks at Scaramouche, unlike Chongyun who was fully unclothed, Scaramouche still had his pants on. Chongyun eyed the bulge he had and swallowed before looking up to Scaramouche.

“I’ve already come once. I should… would you like me to-?”

“There’s no point.”

Chongyun winced as he was abruptly cut off. Scaramouche noticed and sighed. He reached out a hand to cup Chongyun’s face.

“Sorry, that wasn’t meant to be harsh. Let me explain,” Scaramouche moves off Chongyun to finally pull off his pants. He lets Chongyun see -what looks to him- like your average cock. Though he does notice it doesn’t look painfully strained like he was earlier, nor was there anything leaking from it. “Though I was made with intentions to mimic a human body, I am not a human. I do not require food or sleep. I don’t generate body heat or have blood. So, I also don’t create… unnecessary body fluids.”

Chongyun blinks as the information processes. Eventually coming to the obvious conclusion but asking anyways, “So then, you don’t… cum ?”

“No. I can’t have kids.”

Chongyun’s eyes widened slightly, even though it wasn’t something he ever thought about. He felt a bit bad even as Scaramouche shrugs. Then, self-consciously, Chongyun asked, “Then, is this even pleasurable for you?”

Scaramouche is on him again, pushing him back onto his back. “I can feel .” 

He trails his hands over Chongyun’s body. “I was made with nerves that mimic a human’s so I can feel when I’m touched, attacked,” -he leaned into Chongyun’s space kissing him breathlessly before speaking against his lips- “I can feel your kisses. I can feel your shaking body beneath me.”

He sits back, adjusting their position as he spreads Chongyun’s legs to either side of him before he crawls back over him.

“I can orgasm in a sense but it’s different from yours. Still, even if my pleasure may not be as intense or enjoyable as yours, hearing you whine and moan beneath me is my own kind of pleasure.”

Chongyun can’t think of a proper response as Scaramouche traces the rim of his asshole before pushing in. Not giving Chongyun any time to overthink or argue with him.

The feeling is entirely new to Chongyun and immediately steals his attention away from his previous thoughts. He winced at the stretch, it felt weird and a little uncomfortable for him. He was grateful for how slowly Scaramouche sunk his finger in, letting the oil ease him deeper and deeper until he was down to his knuckle.

“How’s that feel?”

Chongyun grunts a bit before biting out, “It’s fine.”

Scaramouche doesn’t seem to believe him, but he expected it to be strange for Chongyun. That’s why he was being as slow and gentle with it as he could. Starting a gentle back and forth rhythm with one finger. It took some time for Chongyun to get used to it.

“Chongyun, I need you to try and relax.”

“It’s… it’s weird.”

“I know. Just give me a moment, give it some time to feel more comfortable and I promise it’ll start feeling better.”

Scaramouche starts thrusting his fingers, it’s not exactly comfortable but Chongyun is starting to get used to it. As Scaramouche adds another finger, the stretch slightly stinging, he reaches farther, his fingers prodding as though searching somewhere. It’s a weird sensation that confuses Chongyun until he feels it, a spot deep inside him that pulls a moan from Chongyun as his grip on the sheets tighten.

“Found it.”

“Wh-what is that-?”

“Your prostate, it’s a sensitive gland. Does it feel good?”

Scaramouche starts slowly rub against it, it’s such a foreign and different feeling that Chongyun doesn’t know how to feel, noises leaving his mouth that he barely recognizes as the pleasure ripples outward and his dick twitches as it starts hardening again.

“I- I think so-”

Scaramouche moves away from it, returning to his slow thrusting of his fingers this time stretching them outwards in a scissoring motion. He occasionally brushes against the sensitive pleasurable spot and It’s an intoxicating feeling that has Chongyun canting his hips against Scaramouche’s fingers in eager anticipation.

Scaramouche looks pleased, adding a third finger. The sting was still there as he gasped out when it was added. Scaramouche moved over Chongyun, kissing down his chest again, brushing his free hand up his side and settling on his nipple. The combination of the three clashing sensations quickly overshadowed any discomfort Chongyun may have felt as he writhed under Scaramouche.

Soon Scaramouche stops moving his fingers, stilling them inside Chongyun much to his dismay. He takes a moment to lap at a hickey on his collarbone, before leaning back and withdrawing his fingers. Chongyun breathed heavily, his eyes hazily open to try and pay attention.

Scaramouche reaches over him, grabbing the bottle of oil again which makes Chongyun cringe slightly (they’d have to wash that bottle after), and dripping some over his dick. It makes Chongyun’s head spin as he realizes the next step. He vaguely looks at Scaramouche’s size and wonders if three fingers were an adequate number of fingers to stretch him with.

Scaramouche lubes up his cock with the oil, setting it aside and moving between Chongyun’s legs again, letting them settle over his thighs. He positions himself to push into Chongyun but stalls, watching him carefully.

“Are you ready?”

The question made Chongyun more anxious than he initially was. Would it really be that different from his fingers?

It takes a moment for Chongyun as he closes his eyes to take a deep breath and try to calm his overheating body. Then he meets Scaramouche’s eyes again, “yes.”

Once Scaramouche pushes forward Chongyun now knows why he asked. The stretch was very different. Bigger than his slender and nimble fingers. It was a fullness that Chongyun wasn’t used to and he threw his head back as he clenched his eyes shut.

Scaramouche moved closer to him to softly kiss at his neck and the change in position made him sink in further, ripping a whimper from Chongyun, his legs shaking around Scaramouche’s waist.

“It’s alright, you’re doing good.” Scaramouche says, and Chongyun distinctly notes the change in his voice, though usually even and calm it was now lower and strained. “Does it hurt?”

Chongyun replies in a low moan, raising his hands up from the sheets to wrap his arms around Scaramouche. His hips are still at the movement, and he gives Chongyun a chance to breathe and respond, “...it’s worse than your fingers but… it’s not painful.”

Scaramouche hums in acknowledgement, placing a kiss behind Chongyun’s ear, “Just let me know if that changes.”

With those words one of Scaramouche’s hands tightly gripped Chongyun’s thigh as he pressed the rest of the way in. With the position Scaramouche had him in, he easily brushed against Chongyun’s prostate. Which he knows was intentional, he wouldn’t be surprised if Scaramouche memorized where it was. As his cock pressed against it the sensitivity there and the sudden fullness had Chongyun moaning out, his fingers slightly digging into Scaramouche’s back.

Listening to his shaky breaths, Scaramouche watched Chongyun carefully before starting a slow pace. One that Chongyun could easily follow as he started to move to meet Scaramouche’s hips. His member strained between them as it was hard again and one of Chongyun’s hands twitched as he felt the slightest urge to touch himself.

Moving on instinct his hand moves down Scaramouche’s back and dips between them. Just seconds before Chongyun could reach his dick, Scaramouche snatches up his wrist. Pulling Chongyun’s hand away and setting it on the bed, slipping his fingers to tangle with Chongyun’s and gripping the sheets underneath them.

Chongyun whined, arching his back as he desperately tried for some friction, and it earned him an especially harsh thrust from Scaramouche. The force behind it moved him up the bed a bit as he threw his head back with a moan.

“Patience Chongyun,”

Chongyun whines at the breathless voice Scaramouche uses to speak into his ear. The air brushes against his air and he can’t suppress the way he shivers at the words and feeling.

A bit too desperately, much to Chongyun’s future embarrassment, he pleads, “You… you can go faster…”

“As much as I’d love to,” Scaramouche says between another thrust, gaining a slightly faster and consistent rhythm that hits Chongyun’s sensitive spots perfectly. He cups Chongyun’s chin to make him face him as he studies his expression, “It’ll take longer for me to come than you and I don’t want to overwhelm you. So this’ll work for now.”

As Scaramouche searches Chongyun’s expression for any signs of discomfort, his expression reflects how pleased he is to see Chongyun thoroughly dazed in lust and pleasure. His eyes half-lidded and his mouth open in heavy pants.

Scaramouche leans in to kiss Chongyun and gives a slightly harsher thrust that makes Chongyun moan into his mouth. Letting him slip his tongue in before he withdraws, amused at the strand of saliva that pulls away with him. He speaks in a lower tone as he meets Chongyun’s gaze, “Besides, I don’t want you to forget a thing.”

Chongyun whines as he adjusts to a faster pace, and the hand Scaramouche had gripped his thigh with runs up and down his leg with an idea. Chongyun only gets a brief warning.

“I’m going to try something.”

“What…?”

Scaramouche’s hand trails up to where Chongyun’s leg bent around his waist, gaining a firmer grip there, “It’s a good thing you're flexible.”

“Hah…?”

And suddenly Scaramouche moves the leg to settle over his shoulder, he takes a second to kiss his leg and drift his hand back down to grasp his thigh. It’s not a bad stretch for Chongyun, certainly one he’s more comfortable and used to and he briefly wonders what the purpose of moving it up was for. But before he has a chance to ask, Scaramouche leans over him with another thrust. It instantly answers Chongyun’s question as the position allows Scaramouche to hit even deeper, hitting Chongyun’s prostate more intensely.

He nearly screams at the feeling. His moans had already grown loud during the duration of their session, but he only got more sensitive and desperate the longer it went on. The grip on his thigh to keep him in place also made him dizzy as the strain on his legs started to grow on for too long. His untouched member that bounced between them was painful at the lack of attention and had Chongyun begging Scaramouche for it.

“Scara please…! I’m so close-!”

Scaramouche grunts at his words, leaning back down to kiss Chongyun. Chongyun’s back arches almost painfully as his body folds with Scaramouche’s shift. He lets go of Chongyun's leg, and Chongyun does his best to keep it there, as he then dips his hands to finally touch his dick between them.

It immediately floods Chongyun with a sense of satisfaction as his eyes clenched shut and his hips buckle up into Scaramouche’s hand. His whines increase and as Scaramouche leans forward to rest his head into the crook of Chongyun’s neck, Chongyun hears the grunts of concentration coming from Scaramouche right in his ear.

It doesn’t take much for Chongyun to come after that. The way Scaramouche started thrusting faster, almost frantically as he loses the consistent rhythm he held before along with his hand jerking him off at the same time. It’s a wonder how Chongyun lasted as long as he did as he soon comes with a cry, painting both their stomachs white as his cum spurts out.

Scaramouche gently rubs him through it, slowing down his thrusts before breathing out into Chongyun's neck. It causes him to twitch at the cold air along with every other sensation that has his head dizzy and hazy with pleasure.

It’s another few moments before Scaramouche pulls out, gently pulling Chongyun’s leg off his shoulder and waist and setting them down on the bed. He then looks over Chongyun observing his disheveled appearance as he breathed heavily on the bed.

Scaramouche watches him contently for a bit before moving off the bed to grab a wet rag and clean them up.

A few minutes later, Scaramouche had replaced the sheets with clean ones and brought Chongyun some water and breakfast as he sulked in bed.

“How are you feeling?”

Chongyun frowns, nestling in the bed with a sigh. “My legs and back are a little sore but it’s my ass that really hurts.”

Scaramouche laughs as he sits on the bed. But Chongyun merely whips his head up to him.

“It’s not funny, Scara. I don’t feel like doing anything now…” Chongyun pouts, digging his face into the pillow, “and the day just started.”

Scaramouche hums, running his hands through Chongyun’s hair, “It’s not bad to stay in sometimes. But I’m sorry, maybe we should’ve waited to do it later.”

Chongyun only sighs as he shifts his head in the pillow to peer up at him from the pillow.

“I think the worst part is that you’re entirely fine.”

Scaramouche laughs again, “I can’t help that.”

As Chongyun continues to pout, Scaramouche eventually settles into the bed and pulls Chongyun into his arms, ignoring his protests. He tries to be gentle with it as he sees Chongyun wince slightly. Once he’s trapped Chongyun in his arms he places a kiss on his cheek then another on his neck as he rests his face in the nook of it.

“I’m sorry you’re sore. It’ll get easier the more we do it.”

Chongyun tenses slightly and Scaramouche notices as he looks up at him. Chongyun’s face darkens slightly, and Scaramouche looks at him with mirth as he then adds, “You do want to do this more, right?”

Chongyun tries to look away, hiding his face from Scaramouche by shoving it into the pillow. Eventually he hears a muffled noise of agreement from Chongyun but he pretends not to hear it.

“What was that dear?”

When Chongyun turns towards him, he’s gifted with the sight of his adorably red face. As though they hadn’t already done what he was asking.

“Yeah… I want to do it again.”

Scaramouche moves to press his lips against Chongyun, thumbing his waist as his arms tighten around him. When he moves away, he rests his forehead on his, “Good. Because I do too.”