Zhao Yunlan gets no warning before Shen Wei is in his arms, Shen Wei's lips opening in an unmistakable demand. Shen Wei kisses him with tongue and teeth and entirely without hesitation, without pausing. His hands roam from Zhao Yunlan's chest to his waist to his butt. A laugh escapes Zhao Yunlan at the sheer neediness of it—not just Shen Wei's, but his own. He doesn't know how many seconds it has been, but he is grinding against Shen Wei, both of them half-hard already.
"Yunlan," Shen Wei murmurs into his mouth, and it's hotter than it has any right to be. The whisper of breath makes him tingle with awareness of how sweetly his lips sting where Shen Wei has nipped at them. Zhao Yunlan did have more plans, but none of them matter anymore. This is what they both want right now, and so far no emergencies have popped up to interrupt them. He buries his fists in Shen Wei's silky hair, and groans as Shen Wei licks a wet stripe from the corner of his jaw down to his Adam's apple.
His beard rasps against Shen Wei's ear and cheek as they move against each other. Zhao Yunlan feels hot all over, the intensity of his lust and Shen Wei's desire for him making him lightheaded and hard. He could absolutely come just from making out like this in the kitchen—his ability to care about anything else but this has crashed and burned in a glorious death, leaving him to embrace the moment.
Shen Wei nips at his neck and Zhao Yunlan gasps an encouragement, pulling Shen Wei's head closer, closer—and then a frisson of delight goes down his spine and shudders through his cock as Shen Wei bites down and grinds against him. "Yes," Zhao Yunlan thinks he says—or maybe he just thinks it as he lets his body speak for him, welcoming Shen Wei's enthusiasm with a fierce joy.
There is none of that guilty hesitation they've both been working on in Shen Wei right now—that's all gone, swept away by the heady mix of yes-want-good that's on a feedback loop between them.
Zhao Yunlan pulls Shen Wei's face up for another kiss, getting a few bites of his own in, as Shen Wei's fingers knead his ass through the jeans. Then Shen Wei moves—muscles tensing, arms wrapping around Zhao Yunlan to lift him effortlessly off the kitchen floor. Zhao Yunlan wraps his legs around Shen Wei with another laugh, because Shen Wei is so strong, and so smart to think about moving them over to bed, and it's so hot. He runs his fingers through Shen Wei's hair, feels Shen Wei's warm breath against his neck, and then he is being lowered into bed with what he knows is restrained passion.
"No, no, come on baby, you too—" Zhao Yunlan's catches Shen Wei's wrist and tugs him down in a tumble. No restraint, he says with his hands and his lips, shimmying his hips so his aching cock grinds into Shen Wei's thigh as Shen Wei straddles his legs, taking a long look at him. Too long—he's not touching, not kissing. And even though Zhao Yunlan can feel how the looking is giving Shen Wei something he needs, it's not enough. "Shen Wei," he whines.
Shen Wei blinks, and grins, and Zhao Yunlan feels a fluttering in his belly at the intensity of that expression. Shen Wei splays his hand on Zhao Yunlan's abdomen, right over that warm sensation, as if he can feel it too. And maybe he can—Zhao Yunlan is about to ask when Shen Wei pushes his t-shirt up to his armpits, baring his chest. Then Shen Wei's fingers are stroking the soft skin of his belly, and the sparse trail of hair peeking up over the edge of his jeans. Questions suddenly seem completely irrelevant, when he can make demands instead.
"No," Zhao Yunlan says, and his voice cracks inconveniently as Shen Wei runs his fingertips over Zhao Yunlan's nipples. But Shen Wei doesn't pull away—doesn't hesitate to rub at the hardening nubs, smirking as Zhao Yunlan struggles to get the rest of his sentence out.
"No clothes," Zhao Yunlan manages. "Do the thing. Baby, please—" He doesn't get any further before there is a flare of dark indigo and they are both naked. Zhao Yunlan gives a hiss of relief as the pressure over his cock disappears, and then yelps in surprise as Shen Wei pinches his nipples. Shen Wei bends down to lick away the sting, and Zhao Yunlan runs his hands over the wings of Shen Wei's shoulder blades and down his flanks and back up to dig his fingers into firm biceps with a hungry moan.
It's been so long. It's been over a week since they've done anything at all. And anything these days has mostly been the exhausted indulgence of slow touches and quick climaxes. This kind of frenzy—Zhao Yunlan isn't sure he can remember the last time they drove each other wild like this. "If I knew you'd be so easily seduced by a house," Zhao Yunlan says with a grin, "I'd have bought you one when I first met you."
Shen Wei smiles, because with everything they have now, there is no need to regret the past. "Maybe you should have," he says, his eyes shining. He shifts against Zhao Yunlan and—oh, he is hard. Zhao Yunlan answers his tease with the kind of kiss that sends sparks of pleasure blooming between them. The head of Shen Wei's cock is pressed against the inside of Zhao Yunlan's thigh, where it's leaving a wet streak on his skin. Zhao Yunlan opens his legs wide and swallows desperately with how much he wants to taste it. He sucks on Shen Wei's tongue, and Shen Wei's cock jumps, making Zhao Yunlan squirm for more contact as he wants—he wants to have Shen Wei in his mouth and wants to fuck him and he wants to be fucked, and he is going out of his mind with need at the way Shen Wei's naked skin and hot breath and desire all pin him to the bed. "I miss your cock," he says, the words thick in his empty mouth. "Let me taste it, I want to—"
Shen Wei groans, his own tongue flicking against Zhao Yunlan's lips. "And I want you, Zhao Yunlan. I want to take all of you, I want—I want to devour you." His voice is deep and hot and a shudder goes straight through Zhao Yunlan, pulling a helpless "Yes," out of him.
Not just at the way Shen Wei says it, but that he is saying it at all—for so long now he has been letting Zhao Yunlan lead, dealing with his lingering guilt by being attentive but passive in bed. So it's a relief as well as a thrill, to see Shen Wei's greedy, demanding side. It makes Zhao Yunlan want. Maybe Shen Wei can be greedy and demand his mouth—at least enough to give Zhao Yunlan a taste of what he hasn't had in so long. He tries to push himself up, but Shen Wei nudges him back down. Pins him with one hand over the sternum and the other sliding down to cup his balls.
"Ah!" Zhao Yunlan squirms as he is fondled and stroked, heat building in his belly and shivering its way up his spine. He can't help how good that feels—but his mouth is still watering, still empty, and he reaches down between them and wraps his fingers around Shen Wei's cock. It's so thick, and so very, very hard. He gives it a tug just to feel the warm, silky smoothness of the skin slide across his palm, and gets a generous dollop of precome on his fingers as Shen Wei shudders against him. If he'd only had his lips around the tip he could be swallowing the taste of Shen Wei now, and not just his own desperation.
"Let me just—just a taste, you can—"
Shen Wei grabs his wrist and Zhao Yunlan lets go, whining with regret and hunger. Shen Wei shuts him up with a messy kiss, and a caress to his balls. Zhao Yunlan squeezes his eyes shut in pleasure that makes him see stars, and when Shen Wei drags his fingertips across his perineum to stroke his entrance, that almost takes the fight out of him. He moves his arm over his head and Shen Wei lets his wrist go. Zhao Yunlan still wants to lick Shen Wei's slit, and let that beautiful cock fill his mouth, but he can feel the swirling heat of Shen Wei's passion twining around his own, and right now anything that stokes those flames between them is good.
Is perfect.
Shen Wei rolls them around so that Zhao Yunlan ends up on top. His eyes fly open just in time to see the hungry light in Shen Wei's eyes. "I want to taste you too," he growls, and flips Zhao Yunlan around. There's hands on his waist lifting him but that's definitely not the only thing—Shen Wei has used a burst of power to manipulate Zhao Yunlan into position. And what a position: he's face down in Shen Wei's lap, knees on either side of Shen Wei's chest, with his ass in the air and Shen Wei's flushed cock standing just an easy stretch from his mouth.
Fingers dig into one of his hips, holding him in place—he could move, but he waits while Shen Wei shifts, feeling shivers of neediness running between them. He licks his lips and looks over his shoulder, where Shen Wei has arranged pillows to support his neck. Shen Wei's eyes are wide and dark and there is such hunger in his expression that Zhao Yunlan shudders even before Shen Wei leans forward and breathes on Zhao Yunlan's hole.
"Oh, fuck," Zhao Yunlan curses, a flare of absolutely scorching lust making sweat prickle across his skin, as the tip of Shen Wei's wet tongue touches his furled muscle. Then he surges forward, and finally, finally gets a taste of Shen Wei.
The angle makes it impossible to swallow him down all the way, but there is plenty for Zhao Yunlan to do now that he has Shen Wei where he wants him. Fortunately he doesn't need to think to fill his mouth with Shen Wei's cock, to suck and lick and slick him up. It is fortunate because Shen Wei seems absolutely determined to make Zhao Yunlan's brain combust. Zhao Yunlan can't hold properly still, not even when jerking and twitching means nearly losing his grip of Shen Wei's shaft. But the hot, wet tongue probing deeper and deeper as strong hands hold him open is driving him to absolute distraction, and if that wasn't enough to make him moan (it absolutely is, it's making him beg and keen and swear, all of which is coming out as muffled wet gasps around Shen Wei's cock) he can feel the maelstrom of Shen Wei's pleasure tug at the anchor between them.
Shen Wei is loving having Zhao Yunlan like this—the intensity of the closeness means that Zhao Yunlan gets flashes of a devouring hunger infinitesimally satisfied with each new mewling shudder he makes, even as he chases the twitches and throbs his lips and tongue can wring from Shen Wei. And Shen Wei must be able to feel that, too—how satisfying it is to feel the stretch and the glide, spit and precome lubricating Zhao Yunlan's palm as his jaw opens wide to accommodate the thrusts Shen Wei can't hold back.
Every time Zhao Yunlan thinks he can't possibly take the onslaught of Shen Wei's tongue anymore, that he will actually spontaneously combust or come untouched, Shen Wei keeps him from wriggling forward, and slows just enough to let Zhao Yunlan catch his breath. But Shen Wei doesn't actually stop moving—and so Zhao Yunlan doesn't, either. He bobs his head and jerks his fist and lavishes attention on the most sensitive parts of the gorgeous cock he's holding—not always in a coordinated effort, but he does what he can, and Shen Wei reacts so beautifully it makes Zhao Yunlan nearly burst with the conflicting urges to draw the moment out and suck Shen Wei to an irresistible climax. Maybe if he—
Shen Wei cheats. Not that mindblowing sex is in any way a competition, not that Zhao Yunlan was trying to make Shen Wei come first—but while Zhao Yunlan is keeping his fingers to himself (around Shen Wei's cock) Shen Wei slides a few of his into Zhao Yunlan's licked-open hole.
Zhao Yunlan's muscles contract around the surge of pleasure as those fingers stroke his prostate—and then Shen Wei's lips close over the head of his cock.
The taste of them both explodes in Zhao Yunlan's mouth, as Shen Wei sucks him down and succumbs to an orgasm that is as intertwined as their bodies are. Zhao Yunlan gets all the pleasure of an overflowing cock in his mouth at the same time as he is shuddering out his own come into Shen Wei, and it is warm and good as well as incredibly fucking hot, a sweet ecstacy that they share in long moments of bone-melting release.
As the urgency and ecstasy slowly sink away, Zhao Yunlan feels like he's swallowed a draught of stars—prickling heat under his skin, the gravity of suns pulling him limply down against Shen Wei's body. He can't move—but Shen Wei can, somehow. Like the only gravity that matters to him is the one that draws him to Zhao Yunlan. So Zhao Yunlan lets himself be manhandled—even tries to help, as Shen Wei arranges him on his back in bed with his head on a pillow.
"Xiao Wei," Zhao Yunlan says, grinning fiercely. Shen Wei's body is pressed against his side, and Shen Wei is staring at him, barely banked fire in his eyes, his face a flushed mess. There is a smear of come on his cheekbone and his lips look plump and red and glossy.
"You look...if we hadn't just…" Shen Wei's voice is quiet, but there's a growl in his throat.
Zhao Yunlan raises his eyebrows. One of them feels—sticky. Just like his mustache, and his beard, and—he licks his lips, tasting salt and musk. "I look what?" he purrs.
"Filthy," Shen Wei breathes. He takes Zhao Yunlan's wrists in his hands, which is delightful, even if Zhao Yunlan doesn't have any plans that involve moving ever again. He gives Shen Wei a squirm, and Shen Wei pins his wrists over his head in one hand—never not hot, not even when Zhao Yunlan is limp and drained—and leans forward to lick his eyebrow clean.
It tickles. Zhao Yunlan giggles and writhes and Shen Wei gives him a mildly offended look, which sets Zhao Yunlan laughing even harder. "No, it's not you, just—come here, come here—" Shen Wei releases his hands and Zhao Yunlan demonstrates.
Shen Wei does not have tickly eyebrows, which is somehow even funnier than having tickly eyebrows. Zhao Yunlan tongues both of them while Shen Wei's original perplexion dissolves into breathless merriment. He manages to inform Zhao Yunlan that he's still filthy, and slides down in bed until he's licking Zhao Yunlan in places where he has the flimsiest plausible deniability for his 'cleaning' excuse and Zhao Yunlan is squirming and gasping pleas for mercy between fits of laughter that is starting to make his cheeks and belly ache from the volume of his joy.
At some point Shen Wei relents, and there's a warm washcloth, and Zhao Yunlan really does get very clean. He's not too conscious for bits of it, drifting in and out of the overwhelming contentment that is billowing between them like a warm tide. He could rouse if he had to, but the fact that he doesn't—that he can let Shen Wei indulge in care, and himself in relaxation—is worth savoring, as much as the sex itself was.