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Chengyu was pretty like a girl…like a lady.
Or as his best friend, Chi Cheng, sometimes slipped out when he wasn’t paying much attention to his own words, his beauty was beyond a woman’s. Bottom lip plump, like the top of a cherry, head scarlet in arousal, just like the shade of a cherry. Lips pink - just like a cherry blossom.
If you thought that praising his looks like you’d a woman’s would be an insult to his pride, a dig at his masculinity, a shunning of his libido, then stop right there.
You could say it as an insult or you could say it as a compliment. He wouldn’t care much.
Chengyu was raised as a lady by his parents, who wanted to have a daughter.
But as much as he was girl-like he was also raised to be confident in his own skin. To be better than anybody else. So it didn’t matter to him if he was pretty, like a girl as they said. On the contrary, he very much enjoyed it.
Chengyu had trained his ears to filter compliments. More so, he found insults amusing, for the words felt like an outburst of jealousy from those who couldn’t be as perfect as him, for it revealed a toxic masculinity deeply rooted in the society he had grown up in.
From his childhood, he had been taught that all his qualities were like precious, rare gems - to be cherished, to be proud of, to hold on to dearly.
From wearing girls’ t-shirts to sporting colours traditionally associated with little princesses - when he was still really young… From attending cooking and baking classes to trying his hand at sewing, knitting and crocheting - as he was growing up and learning the ways of the world… His parents had toiled hard day and night to cultivate him as they would a daughter. They wanted him to grow up as no less than a young lady.
Chengyu had learned important lessons and etched them deeply into himself - such as, a man had to be an all-rounder, just like a woman. In his world - as his parents had intended, while upbringing him - to be a man, you had to be as expressive as a woman.
And you know, the women’s section in stores is full of wonder. They have better clothes, better style, and just a wider variety that the men's section could only hope to have.
Chengyu always described the men’s section using one word. Boring. One thing for sure, Chengyu was not a boring person.
So, he leaned more toward the women’s clothes in stores - a space with endless possibilities, to adorn the body he considered his temple. From Chanel blazers that fit actresses to slightly fruity, floral scents to draw in the flowers he wished to pull out the petals of - gently or roughly - and the peaches he wished to lick and dig his teeth into.
Because of this, he definitely got the girls. Look, women, in general, don’t like out-of-touch men who can’t even distinguish if they had a hair cut or painted their nails a new color. They love a man who could compliment them, give comments and suggestions on their clothes and not just have a bland reaction like, “Yeah, you look great honey.”
They want a man…who knows them - inside and out.
Guo Chengyu was a man. The man.
Maybe that was what infuriated the lesser men - insecure oafs that hurled insults at him like what they thought mattered.
Gay. Faggot. Chick.
Using such words only proved that they were such boring and messed-up men. Well, unless they were under him, writhing in pleasure, then he could say men are so full of fun when they are full of him. When Chengyu showed them what a man was. When he pounds into their holes, humbling them, make them beg for mercy for all the questionable vocabulary they would come up with to try and hurt his pride.
“So… What do you think? Am I still a faggot?” Chengyu would whisper in between thrusts. “Mn?” He would draw out of them, denying them a release to make them understand the ways of the world, to teach them a lesson of kindness and why every word uttered mattered.
Being called gay was never an insult to him. He actually reveled in pride for being gay. Did this pride come from being raised like a daughter? He’d say it was probably factored in, but that was a whole other deep dive.
Those insults could never get to his head. He was raised to love and accept himself for who he had been shaped into, unlike those useless oxygen thieves who boasted themselves by demeaning or looking down on men who were comfortable in their own skin.
And the other guy, Chi Cheng - you could say he was never boring. He was as handsome as he was beautiful. A dark, brooding, unconventional beauty. While Chengyu’s smile was like the light piercing dark clouds after a long stormy night, Chi Cheng’s beauty resided in unlit frowns, like the heavy, gloomy clouds before the rain.
They were best friends, best buddies, partners in crime, and the list could go on - the ying to the other’s yang, soulmates, each other’s half, one belonging to each side of the mirror.
Chi Cheng strongly felt like he needed to shield Chengyu’s beauty from any kinds of comments that sided on a shady, insult-laden side. But honestly, Chengyu didn’t need any saving. And they both knew it.
Call him possessive, but Chi Cheng disliked having to share what was his. What belonged to him was his - no one should even have the audacity to touch, much less look.
Was Chengyu his? Yes? No? He wanted him to be. All he knew was that he didn’t want to share him with anybody else. But as the other man had free will, that seemed to dig into the pit of his stomach day by day.
He despised Chengyu exploring around - flirting with men and women, finding comfort in their bodies…
One way to fuel Chi Cheng’s rage was to look at Chengyu with a leer or a sneer - and they’d meet their fate at his fists in a continuous assault…until he was satisfied.
And the week preceding Valentine’s Day, they asked for it.
Chi Cheng was trampling the narrow corridors of his faculty, blowing out the last circle from the residues of the smoke he had just had. His eyes were slightly red.
Loose, sleeveless shirt, wide pants, boots, all black. He felt like a bag wasn’t really necessary on that day. He held his textbooks, completed assignments, print-out notes and a single pen on one arm, like accessories, against his chest, and the heaviest, thickest pile of bound papers - his research work and thesis awaiting the latest feedback from his professors - in his other hand.
Chengyu was probably gonna nag him again for not bringing a bag, but he was not here yet. So Chi Cheng could have approximately half an hour of peace.
“Hey!” A voice called out. “Chi Cheng!”
Or not. The peace he had chasing dwindled.
He didn’t even need to look back to see who it was.
That person who had just called him was trash on the surface of the earth at this point.
Chi Cheng had been in an excellent mood prior to this; he had finished his assignment ahead of deadline by pulling an all-nighter. He had completed his readings. He had smoked only one cigarette that day. And he’d get an adorable huffy Chengyu on his tail later when he would see him with no bag. It was the premise for a perfect day until...
“Looks like aside from your hole, even your ears are getting fucked, that’s why you can’t hear us.”
Chi Cheng ignored the low life and continued to class.
“We just wanted to ask if it’s okay to gift your faggot bestie a skirt for Valentine’s Day.” Chi Cheng halted his steps. He narrowed his eyes, clenching his jaw, trying his best to regulate his breaths. A series of laughs echoed through the corridor.
“He would look so pretty kneeling for us as we surrounded him, so pitiful, whimpering as we would lift his skirt to get a feel of..,” with every word spoken, Chi Cheng felt the person drawing close to him. He waited until he heard the last step stop just at an arm’s distance behind him.
“Huh…” Chi Cheng simply said, thinking of how perfect it was that the person had walked to him.
In a split second, much louder than the laughs, a smacking sound as impactful as the thunder resounded across the corridor, silencing the voices that were bent on attempting to ragebait Chi Cheng.
They couldn’t even explain the speed at which Chi Cheng had turned and hit the rascal with his huge pile of notes, sending the person to the group with just one strike. Wang Zhen was lying on the floor, unable to utter even a single word, deeply shocked, as Chi Cheng crouched next to him.
Wang Zhen’s eyes steeled to make himself look tough, not at all intimidated by this black clad delinquent. His friends failed to discern the threat that had now loomed over Wang Zhen, his cold stare throwing daggers at him. Disgust filled Chi Cheng.
Chi Cheng grabbed his collar and pulled him up, asking in a low voice, “Come again?” He commanded. “I couldn’t hear you properly just now.”
Wang Zhen stared back, doing his best to glare, but instead, the one he wanted to make miserable had turned him into a flaccid dick with just a shove. Chi Cheng dragged him across the corridor by his collar, humiliating him further.
Everyone was horrified but at the same time in awe at his strength. Wang Zhen’s muscles, which he prided in, were a mere display of aesthetics as he got hauled sadistically like a ragdoll.
Wang Zhen whimpered, annoying Chi Cheng further. He stopped for a moment, and prepared to launch his attack- anything to silence this disgrace of a human. His fist landed right at Wang Zhen’s lower jaw, bruising it purple.
Whispers about them resonated in the hallway, and not long after, they reached him.
“Chi Cheng!” A familiar voice called him. Chi Cheng stopped right in his tracks.
“Let him go.” As if Chengyu’s words were his absolute will, his commands were his actions, Chi Cheng loosened his grip and Wang Zhen fell head-first on the floor. He winced at the pain, crying out without reserve now because of the throbbing pain in his head and on his face.
“Open your mouth again and I’ll see how you’ll go on living.” Chi Cheng warned him. “Go celebrate Valentine’s with that broken mug of yours.” He wanted to crush his face with his boots but before he could even complete that thought, a firm grip around his wrist helped him come around - like an anchor, like his own conscience.
“Chi Cheng. Let’s go.” His best friend’s voice was gentle yet firm, his hands warm on his pulse tugging him away. He let Chengyu pull him out of the corridor, and only tried struggling out of his grip once they were out. “Don’t be more bratty than you already are.” Chengyu warned him.
“Tsk.”
They sat in the car in the isolated parking lot at the back of the last rows of buildings in the campus. Chi Cheng had already taken off his boots, spreading his legs wide, one foot on the seat, another one on the dashboard, one arm behind his head, the other hand fidgeting with a cigarette.
“Are you still gonna pretend that I’m not here?” Chengyu asked as he opened the lighter and lit the cigarette for him. He took it from his hand and inhaled a mouthful before pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and holding it before Chi Cheng’s lips.
Chi Cheng sat tight-lipped, refusing to drag out an inhale too. Chengyu poked his lips with the cigarette butt. “Open up.” He requested. “Your mouth and thoughts.”
“You didn’t hear what he said.” Chi Cheng mumbled, trying his best not to lash out at Chengyu. “You dragged me out… You should’ve let me punch some more sense in him.”
The other sighed, but his lips quivered just a bit. It was not like this was the first time Chi Cheng had brawled with someone just because they had said something nasty. He had done punching for less reasons, he shouldn’t be surprised by his temper at this point.
But he disliked seeing the bruises flaring on his fists, blood drying up on his knuckles.
“Why are you being sensitive about it anyway?” Chengyu scolded gently. He knew Chi Cheng the best. The only way to handle him was reprimanding, but lightly enough to not trigger the beast he had managed to tame with much difficulty. “Have you ever seen me feeling bad -”
“You might not care but I do!” Chi Cheng snapped so hard that he even shocked himself. He wondered if the reason was because he also repeatedly asked himself where he stood in Chengyu’s life - though they were best friends, he felt like it wasn’t enough.
He wanted more of him. To be able to possess him for himself. And the thoughts of other people thinking the same made him lose his marbles, made violence lash out of him - uncontrollably.
How dare they think of you like that? How dare they imagine you in such positions even I am not allowed to see?
The thought ignited a rare urge to seek answers.
“Cheng, I appreciate it really, but I don’t need you doing all these for me.” Chengyu said, puffing out a stream of smoke, his voice serious. He chuckled humorlessly and added, “Sometimes you make me think you actually dislike hearing them calling me that, because you don’t like me being like that.”
It was a sudden confession, a vulnerability blooming among them - a rare occurrence between the two of them despite being each other’s ride or die. Something they avoided.
While Chengyu was more in touch with his emotions, his counterpart was very much severely repressed in that area. It had never been their norm to talk about things like feelings.
Maybe the simple reason was because they had known each other for so long that understanding had become hyper-normalized - along the way, they had rolled with the idea that they got each other, thus sharing their feelings was something unnecessary. Or maybe, too messy that it made them hesitant to open up, for the fear of what the other would think.
“What?” Chi Cheng turned to face him properly, frowning at the last thing Chengyu had uttered. “What the fuck are you on?”
“Do you hate me being this way?”
Chengyu’s voice was sincere, his eyes searching Chi Cheng’s, looking for any shred of disgust, dislike of how he had been raised and chosen to live as. Since they were kids, since they learned to hold each other’s fingers, then hands for support, it had been them against the world.
It didn’t matter if Chengyu wore frilly shirts, pinks, or sometimes even ribbons on his soft wavy hair, Chi Cheng had always been by his side with his contrasting dark clothes.
“I’ve always chosen to accompany you, no matter how you showed up. So, of course not. Why would I?”
Chi Cheng started to shift in his seat, his eyes darting away as his ears flushed pink.
“It’s not like that Guozi…”
There was a beat of silence. The tension rose in the cramped space of the car. With the windows down, the sunset lit them with soft orange hues. It felt like they had started something they were both wary to cross.
“Do you dislike me being pretty?”
Chengyu leaned forward. A wisp of smoke breathed out of his lips. His voice low, a murmur in husk right by Chi Cheng’s ear, sent a shiver down the other’s neck.
Chi Cheng dared to turn his head, face the most gorgeous man he had ever laid his eyes on. Ever since that day on the kindergarten swings where he first thought that he was a pretty girl he’d like to marry when he grew up, Chi Cheng had been smitten.
He held the cigarette with his other hand so he could stroke the smooth cheek of the other. Chengyu closed his eyes, reveling in the touch, careening into it with a content hum.
“I love that you are pretty, Chengyu…the most beautiful of them all.” Chi Cheng answered, in a low whisper, his words passionate, almost devoted.
Chengyu finally opened his eyes, staring at Chi Cheng fully as his hand rushed up to cup the hand that held his cheek. Silently pleading for him to continue.
“I love that you are confident in your skin, that you know yourself.” he added, bolder now. “I love that despite all of them complimenting your looks, it’s mine that you look for. The one that you want to hear is always mine.”
Chi Cheng’s hand slowly kneaded backwards, holding the other’s nape, tugging at the hair, gently forcing Chengyu to expose his neck.
“You’re so pretty Guozi, so beautiful.” Chi Cheng breathed against his Adam's apple.
Chengyu’s eyes glazed, basking in the continuous praise. A sound vibrated in his throat. Not yet a moan but close to it. The heat from Chi Cheng’s eyes as he punctuated each word with a tug, his lips parted in an exhale.
“Are you my pretty boy, Chengyu?”
“Yes…”
They met each other halfway, lips crashing in a bruising kiss. Chengyu used his weight to flatten Chi Cheng by the car door, trapping him, encapsulating him whole, owning him. The grip on his hair by his nape only strengthened but it served him more pleasure. The same pleasure ran down his body to his cock. He ground down on Chi Cheng’s leg and he swallowed the groan his best friend let out.
“Fuck…!”
With a few seconds to breathe in, Chengyu dove again, his tongue slipping past the entrance, brushing it along the roof of Chi Cheng’s mouth.
The ticklish sensation made Chi Cheng’s head spin but he was not one to just give up control. He bit so harshly on Chengyu’s lip that it almost bled.
“Brat.” Chengyu teased as his mouth now travelled down to his jaw, sucking and biting as punishment.
Chi Cheng tried to buck, throw him off to get back his dominance but as the teeth that bit down on his skin, his resolve crumbled bit by bit. “Ungh…Chengyu…”
Their frenzy died down but the lust did not. All it did was to slow them down as Chengyu liked to pace himself, slowly grinding down their bulges, making Chi Cheng crazy with the fleeting sparks of pleasure. It was a bit frustrating but the full body hold on top of him made him slack, take what Chengyu willingly gave him.
His skin prickled with desire. Every touch and caress shot straight to his cock.
Dry humping in their car in an empty parking lot with the windows open, the thrill of getting caught like this, Chi Cheng felt like he would come from that thought alone.
“I think you’re wrong Chi Cheng… I’m not the pretty one, you are. Look at you…”
His teasing emphasized with each hard and long grind on his crotch, Chi Cheng’s eyes rolled to the back of his head just from this.
“You’re so hard Cheng, you like this? Me holding you down?”
He could only nod. Anything his pretty man wanted, anything he could give him.
To Chi Cheng’s dismay, the lovely weight on top of him was gone. He blinked a few times before he could see.
Chengyu moved from his position, opening his own pants to free his leaking cock.
Chi Cheng leaned forward, opening the buttons of Chengyu’s shirt, sliding down his fingers to his cock, taking it in his hands before stroking the long shaft, all while licking his neck, biting and sucking to leave his mark there - something he wished to use to signal to everyone else that Chengyu was now his.
Satisfied with the lovebite, Chi Cheng bent down and took the head in his mouth, rolling his tongue on his slit, teasing more as Chengyu gripped his hair and shifted slightly in his seat, moaning deliciously as he was slowly being swallowed.
Chi Cheng slid him deeper into his mouth, while stroking the shaft not so tenderly.
“Fuuucck..,” Chengyu whispered in between shaky breaths. He rolled his hips as Chi Cheng was pulling his cock out of his mouth, sending it deeper, crashing against his palate, clinging to the back of his throat.
Chi Cheng gagged. Chengyu grabbed his hair and pulled him up.
He wished to stay inside that filthy mouth of his hot-headed bestie, basking in the warmth of Chi Cheng’s lips wrapped around the base of his cock - something he had dreamed about time and again when Cheng ran his mouth with him.
Making Cheng gag had been a fantasy for Chengyu, to punish him for acting rough and tough - and he had just accomplished it.
They stared into each other’s eyes, smirking.
Chi Cheng licked his lips. And swallowed.
Chengyu’s breaths rushed as his bestfriend’s adam’s apple bobbed. He pulled Chi Cheng’s face closer to his and stuck out his tongue. He licked. The length of Chi Cheng’s jaw, stopping at his chin, only to bite down.
“Aahh…” The sheer animosity with which Chengyu was showering his love onto him had his hole clenching in expectation.
Satisfied with the response, Chengyu wrapped his arm around Chi Cheng’s back, his touch making his skin crawl with want. He whispered demandingly in the other’s ear, as he drew circles on his back, “Strip…”
Chi Cheng turned his face slightly and bit down on Chengyu’s cheek. Next, his jaw. He took his other hand in his own and guided it to his shirt, commanding, “Take it off yourself, you fucker…”
Chengyu let out a low laugh as his fingers did exactly what Chi Cheng had just obliged him to do. “You’re just a whore who wants to be serviced.”
“Says the whore who’s slept with countless men and women, unlike me, who’s just been a whore yearning for your cock since who knows when…” Chi Cheng countered as he snickered, thinking of how he had rejected offers of being fucked by or fucking others, all because his body yearned for one man… No, THE pretty man in front of him, only.
Chengyu’s breaths hitched for a second, before he reached for Chi Cheng’s ass. He tapped first, before spanking him hard.
“Uunghh…” Chi Cheng let out, despite himself, feeling his cock harden further.
His eyes darkened at the disrespect, the shattered boundaries - the hottest way to break them. Not that he minded. Instead, he found himself enjoying the harshness. He opened the button of his pants, pulled down the zip and took them off - all the while, not even looking away from Chengyu’s eyes and face.
Chengyu clenched his jaw, taking off his own pants, as Cheng watched his cock spring more freely now.
He reclined the seat and rolled it a little backwards and watched Chi Cheng settle on top of him.
Their cocks brushed against one another’s.
“Aahhh..fuck..,” they moaned in unison.
Chi Cheng pulled back for a bit to position himself better on top of Chengyu, his elbow knocking against the honk, sending it off, shattering the heavy silence in the parking lot.
“Do you want to alert everyone on campus?” Chengyu warned with a laugh in his voice, amused with the eagerness of the other. Bad boy in the eyes of others, an eager slut just for me it looks like.
“As if me moaning for you in a bit isn’t gonna scare whoever’s hanging around here…” Chi Cheng slapped back.
Chengyu spanked his ass again - this time even harder - sending an echoing sound across the isolated space.
“Isn’t this gonna warn people?” Chi Cheng asked, sarcastically. He thought of mischief, smirking before asking, “If you’re worried about people finding out I’m getting fucked by you, then we better stop.”
Chengyu gripped his ass and pressed, pulling him closer and positioning him on his cock. “Ride me…”
Chi Cheng rolled his hips, holding on to his shoulders - unguarded, eyes dilated, face sweaty despite the breeze sweeping outside. “Be a gentleman and open me you asshole.”
The other hummed, not fully hearing what his partner had said, his head full of lavicious thoughts already - wanting to feel that heat, that pleasure, wanting to claim the person on top of him whole.
“Chengyu, fucking finger me.”
Chi Cheng’s body quivered with an urgent need. He dragged the hands that were kneading his ass along his body - until the fingers reached up, stopping right before his lips.
Chi Cheng stuck his tongue out, licking them before pressing those fingers on Chengyu’s lips, prying his mouth open. “Open up bitch, suck on them. Wet them for me.” The sight was obscene - for any other who would’ve witnessed it. But of course, for Chi Cheng, it was extremely exciting.
Chengyu’s painfully hardened cock leaked in need of lubricating the hole of the one he had imagined countless times moaning on top of him as he diligently played into Chi Cheng’s demand.
He dragged his tongue on his own fingers, lapping them up, coating them with his saliva - all while fixing his gaze onto Chi Cheng’s.
“Look at you… You’re so pretty, Guozi..,” Chi Cheng commended, smirking, satisfied that he had this pretty boy wrapped around his fingers. “Just like that… you look so good…”
The praises were starting to get to his head. Chengyu opened his mouth wider, engulfing his three fingers, sinking them deeper into his mouth, drool dripping down on his chin. He started thrusting it in, moving them in and out, sucking - giving Chi Cheng a foretaste of how’d he open him later.
Chi Cheng was mesmerized, couldn’t get his eyes off the scene he’d been presented. The other’s plump lips he had fantasized were now spit slicked, just for him. All because of him.
Chengyu released his fingers with a pop.
He circled his arm around Chi Cheng’s back, brushing it along with his fingers, guiding them downwards, finally reaching for Chi Cheng’s entrance. He circled the rim first, teasing. Rubbing it hard, then fleeting. Tapping it once, twice, then back to rubbing - absolutely making Chi Cheng crazy, his legs shaking trying to hold himself up on his lap.
“Bastard…stop playing around!”
All Chi Cheng got was a smirk and a loud smack on the lips, and without any warning, two fingers were shoved right in.
“Hnggh… fuck…you!”
“Hmm…yes… I am fucking you right now Chi Cheng…don’t be too eager.”
Chi Cheng closed his eyes, trying to catch his breaths as the fingers stretched him. He bit his lips, trying not to moan - but failed.
“Haah…”
“Feels good?”
He could only nod, feeling the long fingers punch inside but evading where he wanted it.
“You’ve played with yourself before, haven’t you?” Chengyu asked as he puffed out a low laugh. “It’s so easy to open you…you’re sucking me so greedily.”
“...yes… yes….shit…”
Chi Cheng moaned as he rolled his hips on Chengyu’s fingers, chasing the spot he wanted those fingers to reach.
Chengyu peppered his neck with kisses, soft and chaste, painting a semblance of sweetness as if he wasn’t mercilessly driving three fingers inside him.
“Do you think of me, Cheng, hm?” Chengyu breathed into his skin, marking him with a piece of himself, in intimacy, “When you play with yourself…do you..?”
All he received was a groan and a loud, harsh slap on his shoulder - before Chi Cheng dug his nails in as retaliation. Chengyu found him cute, endearing even.
They didn’t even notice the minutes slip by as they basked in each other’s breaths and moans, as Chengyu prepared him for his cock.
They weren’t in a rush. Even the sun had already bid goodbye to the day. The moon and the stars were now bearing witness to their heated embrace. The ivory glow cast down on them and their shadows went on to sharpen the darkness - it all felt too intimate, too much, too good.
“Chengyu…” Chi Cheng whispered between breathless kisses.
And there went Chengyu’s sanity. He pulled out the fingers that had been playing with Chi Cheng’s hole, dragged them forward and gripped his own neglected cock.
With his other arm circled around Chi Cheng’s back, Chengyu lifted him up just slightly, finding the perfect angle, as he kissed the corner of Chi Cheng’s mouth.
With a sharp thrust of his hips, Chengyu rammed in, catching him off guard in one whole shove. Chi Cheng bounced on his lap, crying out as his eyes filled with tears. “Ah!”
The once bad boy came undone, gasping for air, feeling so full he thought he’d break, split into two.
It’s so big. “Fuck…! Fuck…!”
He wasn’t given much time, much space to adjust - which he didn’t mind at all.
He wanted to feel the pain, the breach of his body. To experience everything Chengyu would give him. He opened his eyes, wanting to see Chengyu’s expressions, his pretty face wanton just for him. For his hole.
And what a triumph it was to see Chengyu’s glassy eyes looking down at where they were connected. Both of his hands were on his friend’s hips sliding him down further onto his cock, reaching the utmost inside, the furthest he could get to. The walls were clenching around him, squeezing him hard and wet.
So warm, so good.
Chi Cheng feels so good. Feels the best.
“Cheng… oh god,” Chengyu called out as he thrusted relentlessly, guiding Chi Cheng’s hips into a rhythmic motion to meet his every movement in harmony.
Chi Cheng brushed the other’s long, drenched strands of hair away from his face. Their bodies were glistening with sweat. He held Chengyu’s face in his palms, holding his gaze.
They stared at each other as they made love in the middle of the parking lot at the back of their campus - all while taking in each detail of how they looked when they felt good, when the rush of ecstasy was too much.
They weren’t kissing, but their faces were close.
Chi Cheng marvelled at how utterly beautiful Chengyu was, the smooth bridge of his nose and how it curved at the tip, his flushed cheeks, and his full, plump lips that he had bitten. His heart ached at how much he loved seeing the unbridled euphoria in the other’s face as he drove impossibly deep in him.
“Chengyu…Guozi…my pretty, pretty boy…hngg… fuck me…” Chi Cheng moaned encouragement, voice almost pleading, “Give it all to me…”
Said pretty boy moaned, his eyes rolling in the back of his head, loving the devoted voice of the man on top of him.
The car was now shaking, creaking in tune with how their bodies slammed onto each other.
Chi Cheng was far gone, now openly moaning, his mouth slacked open as he met the pounding in his hole. Grinding down and tightening his hold onto the cock pistoning inside.
“Aah… harder…more…” He was blabbing at this point. “Yes…! Fuck… sooo good!” He kept going. “Beautiful, you’re so beautiful Chengyu…”
Chengyu held him by his nape and tugged him down for a searing kiss. It was sloppy and filled with bites - even their tongues were fucking each other’s mouths…just like how his cock was splitting Chi Cheng open.
“You’re so tight Chi Cheng…feels like you’re choking my dick, damn!”
As the pleasure surged, they could both feel the desperation in their actions as they tried to reach their high. Their rhythm stuttered, uncoordinated, just wanting to get there.
Chengyu bit down on Chi Cheng’s throat and sucked as he shoved one final time before he came, coating the other’s interior with his cum.
As he let it all out, his brain was so foggy that he didn’t even notice Chi Cheng was shaking, spurting out his own between them, spilling white on their abdomens.
When he came to, Chengyu noticed Chi Cheng hadn't stopped, couldn’t even. He kept twitching, his cock leaking like a faucet…but not with cum.
It was watery, splashing on his chest.
“Did you just squirt?”
Chi Cheng would have been affronted if not for the fact that he was so boneless.
Without any care, he slammed his body down, resting his chin on Chengyu’s shoulder.
He didn’t want to move.
His best friend was snickering while comfortingly tracing his back with the tips of his fingers, peppering him with sweet kisses on his cheek and ear.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Chi Cheng.”
“It’s next week.”
Chengyu rolled his eyes at the technicality. Couldn’t he just be sentimental, for once? He had just fucked the life out of his long-time best friend! But it was something Chengyu was looking forward to dealing with for the rest of his life.
It wouldn’t be his first time taming this bad boy, this brat, this easily-lit firecracker.
A small whimper dragged Chengyu out of his plans for the future.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Chengyu.”
Chengyu smiled.
Chi Cheng let out a soft huff of laughter, before continuing, “We welcomed our first Valentine’s with a bang!”
They sat there in silence - both just soaking in what they had just done. For sure they weren’t regretting anything, but this would also change a lot of things between them.
Questions popped up in their minds like ads on a buggy website.
The most important one being… What are we now?
But questions like that could be saved for later. They had all the time in the world to fuck the answers out. For now, they wanted to relish the feeling of their skins pressed against each other’s, under the refreshing moonlight.
But of course, Chi Cheng’s deviant mouth could only shatter their peace.
“Next time, would you wear a mini dress or skirt when you fuck me?”
Chengyu snorted and slapped his butt.
“Pervert.”
Chengyu snickered, before countering, “How about you wear a mini skirt with nothing underneath…and you bend for me, offer your hole to me, and I fuck you senseless as you hold onto the sheet on all fours?”
Chi Cheng gasped.
“Mn..? Like that..? I’m waiting.”
“You’re insane.” Chi Cheng commented.
“Says the one who’s actually more insane.” Chengyu rolled his hips once more, making Chi Cheng feel how hard he again was for him. “See what you do to me!”
“Let’s go to mine then,” Chi Cheng offered. “I’ll introduce that old man of mine to the daughter-in-law he keeps pestering me for.”
“The daughter-in-law that fucks his son.”
They both laughed, before caressing each other’s bodies to make up for all the time they hadn’t.