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Jingyi was in the process of wrangling his insistently chiming phone out of his pocket when he heard the tags on Fairy’s collar jingle quietly in the distance. Far, far in the distance. Shit. Looking up, Jingyi caught sight of Fairy’s fluffy tail vanishing into the thorny brush that separated the wild, overrun parts of the park from the neatly trimmed lawns and gently sloping paths towards a placid lake in the center. 

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, and then louder. “Fairy, come here!” as he set off in the same direction. He bounded across wiry patches of wild perennial flowers and past the bramble thickets, before diving underneath the low hanging branches of a row of birch trees. Within seconds he found himself having to slow his heated sprint significantly if he didn’t want to risk getting his entire face scratched, and ducking, he shuffled forward. Somewhere in the distance, he could hear Fairy yipping excitedly. 

“Fairy, come here, girl! Fairy, come on!” Jingyi yelled as he made his way through the tangled mess of branches, tripping up as gnarled roots curled into his way. It was an arduous journey, and once Jingyi stumbled out of the bushes and into the orange light of the setting sun, he was short of breath and sweat was trickling out of his hairline. 

“Fairy!” he yelped and was relieved to find her standing only a few feet away, next to a tall stranger. Her tail was wagging with the kind of excitement that made her entire body shimmy with the sheer force of it, her paws tapping against the white pebbled path in overjoyed ecstasy. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Jingyi called over from where he was skipping across the neatly trimmed lawn, gesticulating wildly. “I’m really sorry about that. Fairy, come here.” 

The man next to Fairy looked wholly unimpressed and thoroughly annoyed. With his arms firmly crossed in front of his chest, and a steep crease burrowed between his brows, it seemed like every part of his body was disapproving of Jingyi, Fairy, and the world around him in general. 

“I’m really sorry, man. She doesn’t usually run off,” Jingyi panted as soon as he was close enough for the stranger to hear without him having to shout. “She must have been tracking something. Fairy, come here.” 

The husky’s ears perked up, and with her long tongue lolling out of her muzzle she turned to look at Jingyi through sparkling amber eyes. It was very unlike her to refuse Jingyi’s beckoning, however in this unfortunate instance she seemed to have decided to take an unusual liking to the brooding stranger and remained firmly planted on the ground right next to his unmoving figure, her fur brushing against a pair of neatly creased slacks. 

“You shouldn’t let your dog off lead if it isn’t fully trained yet,” the stranger lectured Jingyi in a stern tone. The curve of his jaw was sharp, and Jingyi watched it clench tightly as he spoke. 

Somehow, Jingyi found that amusing. 

“Like I said, she doesn’t usually run off like that,” he said easily, shrugging as he unclipped the lead from where it was slung around his shoulder. “She must have seen something that spiked her interest.”

Uncrossing his arms, the stranger shot Jingyi a sharp, calculating look. “You shouldn’t try to find excuses for the dog’s behavior. It’s just an animal; meanwhile you’re at least capable of tying your shoes so I have to assume you can fathom the consequences of your own actions. Your carelessness puts the safety of your dog and innocent bystanders at risk.”

Jingyi squinted. “Innocent bystanders?” he repeated incredulously, and pointedly looked around the mostly deserted park before cracking a wide grin. “I don’t see no innocent bystanders, only a prick with a lot of opinions on how to train other people’s dogs.” 

For a moment the stranger looked like he was considering homicide, and Jingyi couldn’t help but feel at least a little bit intimidated. “Tsk, you should be thankful for my advice,” the stranger scoffed after a brief pause, grimacing before he started to stomp off. His dark gray coat billowed after him in the gentle breeze, and the tight bun high atop his head bobbed angrily with every step. 

“Nice meeting you, too,” Jingyi yelled after the stranger, and waved exuberantly despite the stranger’s steely resolve to not turn around, to not even spare a glance. “I’ll let Fairy know not to be such a dog next time.” 

The stranger just kept storming off towards the park’s exit, leaving both Jingyi and Fairy behind and to their own devices. 

“What a grumpy old fart,” Jingyi murmured as he hooked the lead into the loop on Fairy’s collar, ruffling her head. “And next time at least give me a warning before you embarrass me in front of strangers, you little shit.”

Fairy yawned languidly at the heatless scorn from Jingyi’s mouth. 

“Typical,” Jingyi muttered at Fairy’s nonchalance, already abandoning all intention to stay annoyed with her rebellious behavior. Of course, she had to shoot off and get him into trouble with some dude when he was just trying to do a good deed and help Jin Ling out. Of course.

“You could at least pretend to be a little ashamed,” Jingyi said as he stopped to scratch between Fairy’s ears. The dog yipped quietly, clearly unfazed, only blinked lazily into the setting sun before trotting along as they set off towards the treeline. 

“I can’t believe I got another essay to finish before Friday,” Jin Ling griped, wrapping a delicate looking pastry into a white cardboard box. “This is the second week in a row that Mr. Q. is going above and beyond to make my life a living nightmare.”

He was standing behind the counter of the small bakery he worked at three days a week, arpon dusted with flour and hair tucked underneath a gauzy net. He looked exasperated despite a smear of soft, pink frosting clinging to the tip of his nose, and Jingyi found it in himself to pity him just a bit. 

“It is rather unfortunate that the oldtimer found his sadistic streak right when you enrolled in one of his classes,” he said from where he was lounging cross-legged on top of a small table. His backpack was sitting comfortably next to him on a chair, and a stack of loose papers cluttered the tabletop. A notepad full with densely written formulas rested in Jingyi’s lap, awaiting their finishing touches.  

“I wish I would’ve listened to Sizhui and taken that online course last year,” Jin Ling said, sighing as he started tallying up the till. “Could’ve spared myself a lot of stress that way.”

Jingyi laughed. “Told you he’s way smarter than you,” he said before taking a bite from the seeded bread roll Jin Ling had handed him earlier. At such a late hour, the counter of the bakery was plundered from a day’s worth of business, and only a few haphazardly-placed items remained on the shelves. 

Jin Ling pulled a face at Jingyi while straightening out the cash, and for a while amicable silence settled between the two friends. Jin Ling was used to locking up the store on Tuesdays, and Jingyi liked to keep him company in those idle hours before closing. He didn’t mind the thin layer of flour that seemed to miraculously wind its way in between his library books, and had grown fond of the ugly, yellow tiles across the wall, the bright, fluorescent overheads. 

The quiet chiming of the silver bell above the entry door startled both young men out of their respective work routine. Smoothing his hands down his apron, Jin Ling put what he had been working on aside. A polite greeting seemed to sit right on the tip of his tongue, and Jingyi was expecting him to say his usual line when Jin Ling’s lips curled into a smile. 

“Well, if it isn’t an unusual guest at such a late hour,” he said, and Jingyi turned to spare a glance at the incoming patron. In the doorframe, with his shoulders so broad they almost brushed the wood on both sides, and a scowl firmly in place, stood the brooding stranger from the park. His hair was windswept and moisture glistened on the expensive wool coat, on the curve of his long, black lashes. He looked every inch a disapproving disaster, and Jingyi was surprised to find a sodden Fairy squeezing inside next to the stranger, eyes sparkling and tail wagging enough to spritz the better half of the bakery’s cramped entrance with rain water. 

“I’ve come to return your ill-mannered beast,” the stranger grunted as he pushed inside, closing the door. “She’s successfully covered every seat in my car in muddy paw prints, the nasty little brat.”

Jin Ling laughed at that, and was already halfway around the corner to greet his drenched dog exuberantly. Jingyi knew from his own experience that Fairy’s kisses were wet, slobbery, and enthusiastic, but no one received them with such joyous abandon and ecstatic contentment as did Jin Ling. 

“Who’s my good girl?” he cooed, scratching behind Fairy’s ears, down the ruff of her neck, before wrapping his arms around her in a tight bearhug. “There you are. What a good puppy. Wanna say hello to your buddy, too?”

Jingyi had been watching quietly from where he was perched on the tabletop, one hand resting on the notepad in his lap, while the other fiddled absent-mindedly with the ends of his ponytail. His mouth had opened on a small noise of recognition and dismay as soon as the stranger had shouldered his way into the small shop, and was currently curling into a wide grin. After bending down to gently pat Fairy's head, Jingyi managed to straighten up just in time to see recognition dawn on the stranger's face, his frown deepening. A vein ticked against his temple, and his body physically recoiled as he suddenly became aware of Jingyi.

"Uncle, this is my friend from university: Lan Jingyi. He majors in bioengineering," Jin Ling said into the silence, seemingly oblivious to the stifled air between his two guests.

Jingyi waved idly, the pencil still pinched between his fingers, and felt like his face was about to split in two with how widely he was grinning.

"Jingyi, that's my uncle Jiang Cheng," Jin Ling introduced. "He's helping me take care of Fairy when you're too busy having a life."

Jingyi grinned even wider, and tried to ignore the feeling of having been sucker-punched in the stomach at the revelation that his grumpy, miserable and reluctant park date turned out to be his best friend's uncle.

His grumpy, miserable, incredibly hot uncle.

"Nice to see you again," Jingyi said, and if the words sounded a little bit wobbly around the edges it was nobody's business but his own. "Didn't think we'd run into each other again, especially not so soon."

The corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched as if they were desperately attempting to pull down even further. "What can I say," he ground out, handing Fairy's lead over to his nephew who stood, blinking and wide-eyed, between the two. "I'm just unlucky."

Jingyi couldn't help but yelp out a small laugh, clapping his thighs. "Holy shit, aren't you a joy to be around."

Jiang Cheng looked like he was about to retaliate, mouth already falling open on a no doubt sharp reply, when Jin Ling cut in. "Wait, wait, hold on. You guys know each other?" he asked, perplexed, his gaze still wandering between the two unlikely acquaintances.

"We don't," Jiang Cheng grunted the same moment Jingyi said, "Oh, we're best buds."

Jin Ling huffed out a laugh and it sounded a little strained. His hands were still fumbling with Fairy’s lead, and he looked a little lost.

"We met in the dog park the other day," Jingyi explained, taking pity on his friend's visible confusion. "I lost Fairy as she ran off while I was digging through my pockets, no doubt to greet your uncle. When I caught up to them, your uncle here didn't just pretend to have never seen his own nephew's dog, but also took it upon himself to give me a little dog training 101. Unsolicited, of course."

Jiang Cheng scoffed. "I merely pointed out that he shouldn't be so careless as to let her roam around freely if her recall is not yet sound," he said, cramming his hands in the pockets of his coat. Jingyi had the sneaking suspicion they were curled into big, sharp fists.

Jin Ling's mouth ticked up. "Sounds like you guys got off to a brilliant start, then."

Jiang Cheng only grunted in return, and Jingyi had the decency to feel a little guilty at having called him a prick the day of their encounter in the park.

"Anyway, I'm almost done clearing up," Jing Ling announced into the awkward silence before rounding the counter again, picking up the cloth. "No need to stick around, either of you."

Jiang Cheng looked almost eager at the prospect of storming out of the bakery the same way he had entered: drenched, miserable, and with an angry frown plastered across his face. His steely gaze hadn't left Jingyi's face since their short introduction, and the sharp angle of his jaw clenched tighter with every wink Jingyi shot him, every brilliant smile. He seemed as infuriated as Jingyi was shameless, angry even when he turned around to address his nephew. "Would you like a ride? It's pissing it down outside."

Jin Ling shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. I gotta stop by the library to return some materials, and I don't mind the rain. I’m sure Fairy doesn't, either."

Asking Jingyi if he needed a lift would have been the courteous thing to do, but Jiang Cheng didn't bother. Instead he nodded stiffly, turned to grab the door handle with a huff. "I hope you're still up for dinner on Sunday? Wei Wuxian keeps asking for you."

Jin Ling nodded, looking amused. There was a fondness in his smile at the reminder of their dinner plans, and he said, "Of course, uncle. And thanks for today."

Jiang Cheng waved him off impatiently, and after throwing a sharp look into Jingyi's direction, he left. Darkness swallowed him as soon as he stepped outside, and with the rain's steady downpour blurring the windows, Jingyi lost track of him in an instant.

"Sorry about that," Jin Ling and awkwardly scuffed his feet around. "My uncle, he can be a little.... you know—"

"Abrupt?" Jingyi suggested. "Blunt? Bit of a dick?"

Jin Ling laughed in response, shaking his head fondly before he went back to finish his task of clearing up the bakery.

Jingyi decided that he had enough of trying to come to grips with his essay, and shoved his homework, the notepad, and pencil into his backpack before he slipped off the table. He found Fairy curled up by the door and knelt down to thoroughly rub her tummy, muddy fur and all, before he straightened up to grab his coat from the rack.

"You never really talk about your family," he said as he watched Jin Ling box up a loaf of bread before dropping it into the food donations crate. "I don't mind. Though, you could've told me at least that your uncle is such a UILF."

Jin Ling's face flushed hot with embarrassment. "Ew, gross! Holy shit, Jingyi, you're literally the most disgusting person I know."

Jingyi laughed. "That says a lot coming from someone who I once saw nibbling one of Fairy’s dog treats."

Jin Ling's laugh was loud and booming as it bounced off the yellowed tiles, and he almost threw himself across the counter as he tried to land a punch on Jingyi's shoulder. "You suck," he said, laughing still, and watched Jingyi put on his coat.

"Are you still down to look after Fairy on Friday?"

Slinging his backpack across one shoulder, Jingyi nodded. "Sure am."

They said their goodbyes and Jingyi watched Jin Ling turn the lock after he had slipped outside. The yellow lights of the bakery looked warm and welcoming as a stark contrast to the blurry half-dark of the rain-soaked world.

"Jiang Cheng," he murmured to himself as he made his way down the road, just to try it out, tasting it. The sound made Jingyi's mouth tingle, and somewhere in the pits of his stomach he could feel the thrill of heat flaring to life, a menacing sensation that made Jingyi question his own taste in men.

Jingyi was sprawled on the sofa in the centre of Jin Ling’s living room, one leg lazily draped over the backrest and his head cradled in the comfort of an array of ugly throw pillows. At his feet, Fairy was drooling in her sleep, unfazed by the sounds of the TV. They had spent the better part of the afternoon in the park, chasing each other and the squirrels, and had returned an hour ago, all tuckered out and ready for an evening in front of the TV’s static hum.  

Jingyi had spent some time working on his homework, and now that he was idle he felt the thick, simmering heat of arousal coil low in his stomach. Almost brazenly his cock was stirring awake, hardening beneath the threadbare fabric of his sweatpants. It felt good, lazy, a slow buzz strumming through him, and he fumbled for his phone, swiping the lock screen aside. His palm slid down to cradle the growing bulge between his thighs, and he was about to shove his fingers down to where he was tight and needy, when a knock on the front door of Jin Ling’s apartment startled him out of his haze. 

Cursing under his breath, Jingyi kicked the blanket off his legs and got up in a cluster of stiffened limbs. “Stay,” he told Fairy, who barely even acknowledged the ruckus around her, and made sure to click the living room door shut behind him. 

The hallway was cool and dark, and not bothering to check the peephole, Jingyi pulled the door open with an exasperated sigh. 

“What the fuck?” Jingyi blurted out in a booming voice, squinting against the glaring overhead lights. In front of the apartment, dressed in sharply creased slacks and with a deep, unsettling frown plastered across his face, stood Jiang Cheng, scowling, and holding a book in his hand. 

“What are you doing here?” Jiang Cheng said, blinking rapidly as if he was expecting Jingyi to vanish if he were to just will him away. “I’ve come to see my nephew.”

Jingyi nodded, and couldn’t stop himself from breaking into a grin. “Ling-Ling is out meeting people for a group project,” he informed the intimidating-looking man, who just now happened to fold his arms across the bulk of his chest. 

Jiang Cheng scowled. “And you are in his apartment to do what exactly?” 

“I’m dogsitting Fairy,” Jingyi said and stretched his arms over his head until the joints in his neck popped absurdly loud. “She doesn’t like to be alone and Jin Ling asked me to keep an eye on her.” 

Jiang Cheng managed to look both offended and incredibly fatigued by Jingyi’s answer. “So you decided to cast responsibility aside and instead take a nap?” he bit out, glaring daggers at the creases in Jingyi’s rumpled shirt, the disheveled state of his hair where it had fallen out of his hairtie’s loose grip. 

“A nap?” Jingy asked incredulously. At the sight of Jiang Cheng’s body strapped into that probably unholy expensive, stupidly tight suit jacket, Jingyi’s brain seemed to have short-circuited and it took him a moment to catch Jiang Cheng’s disapproving scowl. “Oh, because I look a mess? No, actually I was about to rub one out before you so rudely decided to interrupt.”

Had there been a frown before, Jiang Cheng's face stilled at the words that kept tumbling out of Jingyi's mouth so unabashedly and without a care in the world. There was a vein ticking on his temple as he clenched his jaw, and the look of indignant, persistent disapproval showed in the flash of teeth as he opened his mouth.

"You don't say."

Jingyi's lips brimmed with a smile he tried to conceal, and cocking one eyebrow he shrugged. "No need to be judgy over there, Mr. It's not my fault every time I’m bored my dick decides to spring into action. But I guess that's what I get for being young, energetic and beautiful. Besides what better way to spend your day than watching the adult channel all by yourself?"

The hand that was holding whatever book Jiang Cheng had planned on dropping off for Jin Ling went stiff with a white-knuckled grip, his voice tight and sharp, tension lingering in the lines of his body as he bent down just enough for his face to be level with Jingyi's.

"Oh, really?" he said quietly, and his eyes seemed to trace the curve of Jingy's face before he leaned in a little closer. "Is that all it takes? A little bit of time on your hands and some cheap porn to get you going? Pathetic."

Jingyi could feel his heart rate spike at the sudden close proximity between them, and with his palms turning clammy against the threadbare fabric of his sweatpants he said, "Beats arguing with a stranger with anger management issues."

There was no chance Jiang Cheng wouldn't notice how breathless Jingyi sounded, or the way his pupils dilated in the dim hallway lights. Heat was churning in the pit of his stomach, and he could feel his cock stir a little more persistently with each passing second.

Jiang Cheng scoffed, his breath a hot puff of air against Jingyi's face. "You look like you’re enjoying yourself plenty out here," His eyes flashed towards the bulge inside the loose fabric of Jingyi's gray sweatpants. "But I’ll let you get back to your lame little fantasies, if that's what you want."

Jingyi had the dignity to feel somewhat offended at Jiang Cheng's implied slander regarding the quality of his imagination, but the heat beneath his skin had fanned into a wildly flickering flame and his cock twitched with interest. So instead of grabbing the book Jiang Cheng was shoving against his chest, his fingers buried into the expensive fabric of Jiang Cheng's suit, holding him there.

Jiang Cheng's eyes narrowed as he briefly gazed down at the hand that was twisting in the sleek material of his jacket just above his wrist, blinking slowly—then he reacted. The book fell onto the hallway floor with a clatter, forgotten as Jiang Cheng pushed Jingyi through the doorway, inside, kicking the door shut with a flick of his ankle.

Once inside the privacy of Jin Ling's apartment, there was no denying for Jingyi how much he wanted this. His cock was eager and leaking into his sweatpants just by the way the bulk of Jiang Cheng's body crowded him against the wall, and once he could feel the unforgiving press of concrete at his back he let his head fall back.

The hand that wasn't currently fisted in the front of Jingyi's shirt, Jiang Cheng used to maneuver them closer together, their bodies dragging against each other in a hiss of fabric and Jingyi's mouth fell open.

It should have been shameful, the moan that came tumbling out of his mouth with such ease and wanton despair. But with Jiang Cheng's hands skimming down his flanks, digging hard into his ribs, Jingyi couldn't bring himself to care.

He let himself fall forward into the rough embrace of Jiang Cheng’s harsh body. Jiang Cheng's fingers grip tightened on their way down, thumbs digging into Jingyi's hip bone and Jingyi thoughtlessly pressed forwards into it. Their first kiss was a messy slide of teeth and lips, and Jingyi’s mouth soon ached where Jiang Cheng had bit it raw. With his eyes wide open he watched the angry frown on Jiang Cheng’s face turn to sheer arrogance, angry still, and after a brief reprise one of Jiang Cheng's hands slid up into the loose tendrils of Jingyi’s disheveled hair.

“Is this what you were thinking about when you were jerking it?” Jiang Cheng ground out between gritted teeth before he gave the inky black tangle between his fingers a sharp, experimental pull. Jingyi’s head whipped around with the sheer force of it, hissing out a curse to stifle the moan that gathered behind his teeth.

If Jiang Cheng acknowledged the sound, he didn't let it show, and instead he ducked, hands sliding down Jingyi's body until he could grab a steady hold of his thighs. 

"Move," he growled and Jingyi had barely enough time to acknowledge the taciturn command before he felt himself being hoisted upwards until there was nothing but Jiang Cheng's sheer strength and his grip on Jingyi's legs holding him up. Abruptly, Jingyi found himself trapped between the wall and the solid heat of Jiang Cheng's body, his fingers digging into Jingyi's thighs as they wrapped around Jiang Cheng's waist as if that's all they had ever known.

Jingyi let out a harsh breath, and briefly focused on locking his arms around Jiang Cheng's neck, pressing closer, panting and needy. Their kiss was just as rough as the first time, a harsh brush of lips, but this time Jingyi opened his mouth so Jiang Cheng could lick greedily into the warmth between his lips. Jiang Cheng kissed like he argued: broad and sure and with the sharp bite of anger behind his teeth. Every sweep of his tongue felt like the crack of a whip, and Jingyi couldn't get enough of it; he opened up until he felt the hinges of his jaw ache. Spit was running down his chin by the time they pulled apart, and Jiang Cheng lifted his hand to drag his thumb through the mess, pressing down hard.

There was a flicker in his gaze Jingyi couldn't quite place, and quivering he shifted forward as best he could where he was slotted between the wall and Jiang Cheng, his hips snapping forward, his eyes rolling back into his skull as his cock caught against the ridges of Jiang Cheng's toned stomach.

Jiang Cheng let out a disapproving noise, but to Jingyi’s surprise let him repeat the motion once more before Jiang Cheng stilled him with a hand on his waist. His fingers were warm even through the flimsy layer of Jingyi's sweatpants, and their firm brace a sure reminder of who was in charge here.

"You're hard," Jiang Cheng pointed out, voice still smug and tight with anger.

Jingyi barely managed to stifle a laugh. "And why wouldn't I be? Hell, if you ever find me sandwiched between the wall and a hot dude, not hard as a rock, I want you to call an ambulance. Cause I'm sure that would mean my dick’s broken."

"Such crass language," Jiang Cheng chided, digging his fingernails in the delicate skin just above the dip of Jingyi's waist. "Do you ever shut up?"

Jingyi's mouth pulled into a smirk, and just as he was about to open his mouth and give Jiang Cheng a few ideas, Jiang Cheng decided to adjust his grip on Jingyi in a rough pull. With one hand still burrowed in the tender flesh of Jingyi's flank, he used what leverage he had between them to let his other arm fall onto the small of Jingyi's back, right where his skin was tingling with the wall's coarse friction, and canted his own hips up until—

"Fuck," Jingyi gasped into the stifled air between them, and then again. "Oh, fuck."

Beneath his skin he was burning, the sensation only heightened by the feeling of the hard bulge of Jiang Cheng's cock now prominently slotted between Jingyi's ass cheeks. The sheer size of it was mouthwatering, and Jingyi could do little to bite back the moan that threatened to spill from his lips.

The expression on Jiang Cheng's face was derisive, and the movement of his hips unnervingly exhilarating when he rocked forward to let his cock ride the smooth, soft dip between Jingyi's ass cheeks. Jingyi keened, and Jiang Cheng did it again, before stuttering to an abrupt halt just to watch the blissful expression on Jingyi's face fall away.

Jingyi didn't even try to pretend he cared about how needy and shameless he sounded when his mouth opened on a "No," and then, "Don't stop. Please."

Jiang Cheng scoffed, but did nothing to put Jingyi out of his misery. Instead, he decided to bend down to where Jingyi's baggy t-shirt was revealing a small strip of soft skin just below his collarbone and pressed his mouth there. His teeth there.

Jingyi's brain stuttered to a halt at the sensation of Jiang Cheng's hot, rough mouth brushing across such a sensitive spot, and he had exactly three seconds to drown in Jiang Cheng's closeness, the smell of his cologne, before a sharp, stinging pain flared to life underneath Jiang Cheng's cunning mouth.

"Fuck," Jingyi spat, not sure if he was trying to squirm away from the harsh bite, or scramble closer until every nerve ending within his body was consumed by the stinging sharpness of Jiang Cheng's mouth.

Jiang Cheng didn't let go of Jingyi's skin until it was bitten and red and bruised where his teeth had pressed into the warm flesh, leaving a mark. Seemingly satisfied with his handiwork, Jiang Cheng went on and nosed into the space where Jingyi's neck sloped into his shoulder, biting there, too, as he rocked forward again, hips adjusting ever so slightly that this time the tip of his cock caught against the rim of Jingyi's asshole.

Even through the layer of fabric, the movement set off fireworks behind Jingyi's closed lids, and he let his mouth fall open on a groan.

"Holy shit," he gasped, and shuddered with feverish want once Jiang Cheng repeated the motion. Jingyi felt his own painfully hard cock twitch as it lay trapped against Jiang Cheng's stomach, grinding forward, and the friction was almost unbearable.

"What? Are you already that desperate?" Jiang Cheng taunted and his breath fanned across the skin of Jingyi's throat like cinders. "Should've known that you would have no stamina."

Shrugging, Jingyi tilted his head to the side to give Jiang Cheng's clever, clever mouth more space, and Jiang Cheng went on to bite every inch of skin he could get a hold of until Jingyi's neck was sore all over.

"I never claimed I was good," Jingyi panted, fingers digging into the firm muscle of Jiang Cheng's shoulders when Jiang Cheng shifted against him, hips nudging forwards in an agonizingly slow, menacingly confident grind.

Jiang Cheng grunted his disapproval, and caught Jingyi's lower lip between his teeth as he hoisted him a bit higher. He held Jingyi there, and kissed him with such fervor, such bold poise, before scraping his teeth across the soft swell of Jingyi’s lips, down to his chin where he paused.

The hand that had been resting on the small of Jingyi's back had wound its way to Jingyi's ass, and when Jiang Cheng squeezed it was forceful and selfish, harsher than Jingyi expected. And yet it coaxed a string of eager, unintelligible words from Jingyi's mouth. Whimpering, he rolled his hips forward, pressing into the hard, solid curve of Jiang Cheng's stomach with neediness tucked into the stutter of his body.

Jiang Cheng's sneer was cruel when he leaned back to catch Jingyi's chin between his fingers, tilting his head up until they came face to face. "Not so clever now, huh?" he breathed, nails digging into Jingyi's cheeks as he licked a hot, wet stripe across his mouth. "Well, let's see how long you can keep up when I do this."

The hand that had been palming Jingyi's ass cheek roughly stopped abruptly, and before Jingyi could voice his disagreement, Jiang Cheng's fingers found purchase in the frayed elastic waistband of Jingyi's sweatpants. The fabric came loose in a tear, leaving Jingyi’s lower half suddenly exposed to the apartment's cool air. Goosebumps rose across his thighs, down his stomach where his cock now laid out in the open, pink and wanting and leaking pre-come onto his skin.

"Acceptable," Jiang Cheng commented as the derisive gaze of his eyes fell between Jingyi's thighs, before he decided to adjust their position in its entirety.

Jingyi couldn't help but whine low in his throat when he felt the length of Jiang Cheng's cock first twitch, and then vanish from where it had rested snugly between his ass cheeks. The sudden loss of contact felt like betrayal, and Jingyi protested loud enough to make Jiang Cheng's lips curl into a grimacing smile.

"Not fair," Jingyi panted, and felt a flush of heat spread across his cheeks under Jiang Cheng's cruel gaze. The line between Jiang Cheng’s brows was steep, and his lips looked red and swollen from biting stinging kisses into Jingyi's skin. His hair, although slightly ruffled, was still fastened securely into a high topknot and Jingyi's fingers tingled with the urge to card them through the short, wayward strands at the nape of Jiang Cheng's neck.

With his brain momentarily occupied, Jingyi only took notice of what was transpiring around him when a set of long fingers wrapped around his cock in a firm grip, thumb pressing harshly into the underside. The sensation of skin against skin coaxed another gush of pre-come out of Jingyi's cock, and Jiang Cheng used its stickiness to thoroughly coat Jingyi's cock, before he let go to fumble with the zipper of his own pants.

Jingyi didn't even bother to stifle the desperate sound he made as he pawed at Jiang Cheng's shoulders, his biceps, his chest, as he tried to rear himself up and closer into the hot space between them. His thighs were aching with how tightly they lay twisted around Jiang Cheng's waist, and he felt frenzied and dizzy with want.

"Come on, hurry up," he panted, eyes falling down to where Jiang Cheng was just about to pull his own cock out of his boxers, his slacks unzipped and falling to the side.

Jingyi swallowed dryly. Jiang Cheng's cock was long and thick with a beautiful tip, flushed a dark pink and smeared obscenely with pre-come. It looked lewd and ready, twitching to the side under Jingyi's gaze, and bobbing slightly with the heaving breaths that kept falling from Jiang Cheng's mouth, pulled from his chest by the exertion of keeping them upright.

Jingyi's frazzled mind was briefly occupied with processing what he was seeing, what they were doing for that matter, and in Jin Ling's apartment hallway no less, and only the firm grip of Jiang Cheng's hand when it fell onto Jingyi's own leaking cock brought him back to the present with a small, stifled yelp. His palm was slick with the pre-come he had gathered, and the squeeze he gave as he grabbed the length of Jingyi's cock was hard, the motion rough and just enough to make Jingyi gasp, make him writhe.

"Do that again," Jingyi pleaded, his voice raspy. He was dimly aware of how desperate he sounded, how whiny and raw, but it all meant nothing when Jiang Cheng let him drag him back in for another filthy kiss that was all teeth and tongue and sharp, stinging reminders of Jiang Cheng's unquestionable dominance.

"Look at you," Jiang Cheng said against Jingyi's mouth. His hands fell back to Jingyi's hips to pull him closer, to tilt him until their cocks were trapped between the planes of their stomachs, brushing together with each frantic rut. "Coming apart at the seams at the slightest stimulation. Tsk, with all your false bravado I thought you did this on the regular and had a bit more grit." 

His voice was dark, rough and he sounded both amused and annoyed. He let his head fall forward to graze his mouth against the shell of Jingyi's ear, tongue flicking out to press into the sensitive skin just below, and Jingyi keened at the sensation.

"I said I jerk off, not have hot strangers fuck me in the hallway of my best friend's apartment," Jingyi pressed out between gasping breaths.

Judging by the look on his face, Jiang Cheng didn't appreciate the reminder of what they were doing, and where, and his scowl deepened, one hand coming up to fist in Jingyi's hair. He twisted his wrist just enough to make Jingyi's scalp sting, and tugged a bit more, a bit harder when Jingyi responded with a mewled "please."

Jiang Cheng took the opportunity to shift their bodies, rocking forward to nudge Jingyi's cock with his own in a long, slow drag that pulled the breath from Jingyi's lungs.

Jingyi's arms all of a sudden felt leaden where they laid slotted tightly around Jiang Cheng's shoulders to keep him securely in place, his fingers cramping into the smooth fabric of his suit jacket. He could hear the blood gushing in his ears and pleasure was shocking through him as Jiang Cheng's grip around their cocks tightened before tugging upwards, curling and dragging down, picking up the pace until the silence of between them was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of skin slicking together.

"Move your hand," Jiang Cheng grunted after a few more, frenzied strokes, and he watched Jingyi unclasp his arm from where it lay curled against his shoulder. "Pull your shirt up."

Although half crazed with lust—and his entire body groaning with the effort to keep himself hefted against the wall—Jingyi obediently did as he was told. His fingers found the hem of his shirt, and rucking it up he revealed a stretch of pale, soft skin just below his navel where the trail of his pubic hair thinned out.

Seemingly satisfied, Jiang Cheng leaned in to press a hard kiss against Jingyi's mouth before licking between his lips with a hunger that left Jingyi's mind empty and his body twisting forward and into the stinging pleasure.

Between the feverish roughness of their kisses and Jiang Cheng's hold of their cocks, his unfaltering rhythm, Jingyi knew that he was close, so close. Sweat was trickling out of his hairline, blurring his vision, and panting, moaning, he felt his body bend in manic, frenzied ways that should have been impossible.

"Look down," Jiang Cheng said, an unquestionable demand. "I want you to watch yourself come."

Already completely out of his mind, all Jingyi could do was nod, and moan, before moments later he gazed down to where their cocks rutted against each other in Jiang Cheng's tight grip. Their tips were flushed and leaking, and Jingyi groaned loudly at the sight.

Jiang Cheng's voice was rough when he spoke again, his lips so close to Jingyi's ear. "Come for me."

And Jingyi moaned softly, helplessly, "yeah, yeah, okay," before he watched himself come in thick, white spurts all over himself and the fingers that Jiang Cheng kept pressed into the dip just below his cock's pink tip. He stared and let his come drip into the trail of wiry pubic hair below his navel, panting loudly as Jiang Cheng gave them another row of short, tight, hard pumps before his own come sputtered out, joining the thick mess on Jingyi's stomach. It was an impressive load—far more than Jingyi had ever seen outside of porn—and while his brain seemed to grind to a halt on exactly that thought, Jiang Cheng let his head fall onto Jingyi's shoulder with a heavy thud. It was an oddly intimate gesture, and they panted together into the cool silence of the apartment until Jiang Cheng flexed the hand that still lay wrapped around their softening cocks, pulling away.

His eyes were wild, and for a split second he looked like he was about to turn Jingyi around and shove him against the wall to go for a second round. But instead he reared up and away, and after wiping his come-splattered hand on the underside of Jingyi's baggy shirt, he started to untangle Jingyi's legs from where they were quivering around his waist.

"I’m done here," he said, shifting so he could grab Jingyi's thighs, hoisting him up until his feet were firmly planted on the wooden floor boards before stepping back. There was a gentleness in the way he maneuvered Jingyi's unsteady body around, and it seemed to startle them both if the angry scowl on Jiang Cheng's face was any indication.

"That was... yeah, I mean, um, me too." Jingyi blurted out as he smoothed down his shirt, letting the thick mess of come slide across his stomach without a complaint. "Want me to tell Ling Ling you said hello?"

Jiang Cheng's jaw was clenched tightly when he approached Jingyi again, the tips of his fingers hard as they dug into the soft flesh of his chin.

"Sure. Wouldn't tell him about our little intermezzo though," he said quietly, voice low as he dragged his thumb across the sore swell of Jingyi’s bottom lip. "I'm sure he wouldn't think too highly of you if you knew how much of a little slut you've been for his uncle."

Jingy sighed blissfully at the touch and the sensation of Jiang Cheng's body lingering so close, towering over him.

"I'll think about it," he said and tamped down the butterflies in his stomach when Jiang Cheng stared at him with cold, hard eyes. Oh no.

Jiang Cheng was gone as quickly as he had appeared, leaving behind only the lingering scent of expensive cologne, and the stinging feeling of sore skin across Jingyi's neck.

"Holy fuck," Jingyi muttered to himself as he bent down to inspect the state of his sweatpants, finding the frayed waistband torn and useless. With a little difficulty, he managed to wrap the tassels around his waist, and he tried not to think too much of the finger-shaped bruises around his hips as he went to close the door.

The book Jiang Cheng had brought lay still abandoned in the deserted hallway of the apartment complex, waiting for Jingyi to pick it up. He dropped it carelessly onto the counter by the coathangers, and once he had fished the hairband out of the tangled mess on his head he opened the living room door, strolling in.

Jingyi spent the rest of the afternoon curled up on Jin Ling's sofa, with Fairy lazily napping by his feet. After the initial excitement of his unusual encounter with Jiang Cheng had subsided, exhaustion had started to spread through Jingy and soon he felt the consequences of being bent in half between an unforgiving wall and an even less forgiving Jiang Cheng for a few too many minutes. His thighs were still shaking with the effort of keeping him upright when he eventually got ready to leave.

"Your dad's gonna be home in twenty minutes," he promised to Fairy, who was wagging her tail inside the crate, looking unfazed by her confinement. "See you next week."

Fairy yipped quietly, and Jingyi took it as agreement. He locked the door before throwing the keys into his backpack, taking a deep breath. With a little luck he would make it to his own apartment building without running into someone he knew; without having to explain the bruises on his neck, or the reddened skin around his mouth. He'd rather savor the memory for himself, and flicking the hood of his sweater up he headed into the upcoming rain.

“Hey Jingyi,” someone called out from further down the hall, and Jingyi turned to see Jin Ling slinking through the masses of students that were filtering through the corridors. A big grin was plastered across his face, and he waved a stack of papers in Jingyi’s face as soon as he came to a skittering halt in front of him. 

“Guess who aced their linear algebra test from last week?” he said loud enough for the surrounding students to hear him. “Ninety-eight percent.” 

Jingyi grinned, clapping a hand on Jin Ling’s shoulder. “Congrats, buddy. Looks like all your hard work of staring out of the window during calculus and pining after Sizhui in the library has finally paid off.” 

Jin Ling’s face turned a bit sour, and blushing, he grimaced towards his friend. “Fuck off,” he murmured, but there was no heat behind his words. “It’s not that obvious.” 

“Whatever you say, man,” Jingyi said as they joined the stream of students, trailing towards the exit. Outside, the sky was overcast and rain came down in sheets. Puddles the size of garden ponds were swimming on the winding paths all across campus, and Jingyi groaned at the prospect of having to trudge home through the steady downpour. 

Jin Ling stopped and turned to look at his friend. “Jingyi, you want a lift?” he yelped over the clamor of a nearby group of students exclaiming loudly. 

“You don’t have a car,” Jingyi replied as he tried to shield himself from the rainwater that threatened to soak into his collar by holding his backpack above his head. 

Jin Ling rolled his eyes. “Duh. I’m getting a ride; you can get one too if you want to.”

The choice between slogging towards his home through the severe weather and travelling comfortably in the dry, warm cabin of a car wasn’t really a choice, and Jin Ling didn’t have to ask again before Jingyi hurried after him towards the crowded parking lot. With groups of students swarming the concrete, Jingyi didn’t notice the ride Jin Ling had been talking about until he spotted a sleek, black Lexus pulling up to the curb right in front of them. With its custom-made rims and the low-slung frame, it stood out amongst the usual cheap, bare-bones rides on campus, and Jingyi felt his hackles rise in anticipation. 

“Get in the car,” Jin Ling said as he pulled the back door open. “You can go shotgun, I’ll ride with Fairy in the backseat.” And slipping in, he slammed the door shut with a notable thud. 

Jingyi took a deep breath. His fingers scrambled against the cool metal of the door handle, and he felt a sharp, thrilling sensation stir inside his chest when he swung the passenger door open to reveal the expensive, glossy interior. 

“Get in and close the door,” Jiang Cheng hissed from where he was seated comfortably behind the steering wheel, hands tightening against the leather until his knuckles popped. 

Ignoring the way his stomach plummeted, Jingyi complied and slipped into the passenger seat before hauling the door shut. Jiang Cheng stepped on the gas with a huff, and underneath them, the car’s engine purred to life in a smooth hum. 

“Nice to see you again,” Jingyi said as they pulled out of the parking spot. “Jiang Cheng, was it?” 

Behind him, Jin Ling was busy showering a yipping Fairy in pets and kisses, blissfully unaware of the tension between the two men in the front. 

Jiang Cheng responded with an exasperated snarl, and from where Jingyi was pressed into the seat he could see Jiang Cheng’s jaw clench and unclench rapidly, the muscles pulling tight. The sharp lines of his face, although focused on the traffic in front of him, seemed softened by the dim light, and rain had soaked into the collar of his black suit jacket. 

It was Jin Ling who eventually struck up a conversation with his uncle, and Jingyi decided that he preferred to listen. It was awkward enough to catch a ride from the same dude who had sucked harsh, angry bruises into the delicate skin of his neck less than three days ago, and shrugging deeper into the scarf he hoped was hiding the evidence, he managed to relax. 

Eventually Jin Ling switched topics, making an effort to rope Jingyi in, and soon the two of them were chattering along, weaving through the usual topics like school, the end of the Lacrosse season, finals, and the upcoming holidays. It was an easy exchange between the two friends, and it felt almost too soon when Jiang Cheng pulled over before bringing the car to a halt at the curb. 

With Jin Ling’s apartment being practically on the way, they dropped him off first. “See you tomorrow,” he said as he waved at Jingyi through the rearview mirror. Fairy was standing up, busying herself with digging the claws of all four paws into the expensive-looking leather cushions of the back seat, and Jingyi couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. 

“Yeah buddy, see you then.” 

A hand snaked in between the front seats as Jin Ling found and squeezed Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, sounding grateful when he bid him goodbye. “Thanks for dropping me and Jingyi off. I owe you one.” 

Jiang Cheng huffed out a “whatever,” before briefly dragging his knuckles across the back of Jin Ling’s hand in a subtle gesture of fond acknowledgement. “Now get your beast out of here before she tears every single cushion inside this car to shreds.”

Jin Ling barked out a sheepish laugh, and after making sure the lead was securely hooked on Fairy’s collar he slipped out and into the rain with Fairy hot on his heels. 

“I knew you were secretly adorable,” Jingyi said into the upcoming silence. It sounded a bit wobbly, but Jiang Cheng seemed to have heard him alright. He didn’t so much glare at Jingyi over his shoulder before pulling into the busy road again, but the sharp, pensive glance was enough of an answer. 

“No, really, you pretend to be all snarky remarks and cruel stares, but then you go ahead and let Fairy destroy your fancy car seats without batting an eye,” Jingyi went on, thoroughly unimpressed with Jiang Cheng’s attempts at intimidation. “It’s like you’re a reverse Disney villain.”

Moisture was glistening on the arch of Jiang Cheng’s brow when Jingyi turned to look at him again, and his throat worked furiously as he seemed to try to come up with an answer. Or to curb the urge to bite Jingyi’s head off; both were likely. 

He didn’t reply, so Jingyi took it upon himself to keep the conversation flowing. “So, you didn’t tell Jin Ling about what happened the other day either, huh?” he asked, and once the words were out it sounded silly even to Jingyi. “I mean, not that I had expected you would or anything.” 

His eyes fixed on the road, Jiang Cheng’s expression pulled into a frown. “Why would I talk to my nephew about any of my sexual encounters?”

Not knowing what to answer, Jingyi shrugged against the plush cushion in his back. “I’m not gonna tell him either, is all I’m saying,” he clarified and let the silence stretch between them for a while. 

As he watched the blurred reds and yellows of the ongoing traffic beyond the windshield go by, Jingyi tried not to dwell too much on the fading bruises on his hips, or the angry bites Jiang Cheng had left just below his collarbone. Admittedly it had been quite the feat to banish any memories regarding Jiang Cheng and his harsh words, the sharp lines of his face, or the firm, aching scrape of his teeth from Jingyi’s mind, and with a decline in proximity it felt impossible. 

Groaning internally, Jingyi slumped a bit further into the seat. “Do you think I’m annoying?” he asked into the silence once he couldn’t keep himself from talking any longer. “I mean, obviously we don’t know each other that well apart from well, uh, you know, but—”

“Yes,” Jiang Cheng cut in before Jingyi could adlib any further. “Very much so.” 

Jingyi could feel the corners of his mouth threaten to curl into a grin, and gnawing on his lower lip in an attempt to stop himself from showing any sign of emotional reaction he said, “At least I’m good at something then.”

Jiang Cheng’s angry snort was loud enough to drown out the traffic’s angry buzz. “Good at what? Being annoying?”

“That and blowjobs,” Jingyi replied easily and was amused to see Jiang Cheng reinforcing the grip he had on the steering wheel as he stubbornly stared ahead. 

They pulled into Jingyi’s neighborhood moments later, and once Jiang Cheng had found a parking spot a bit further up the road next to a bunch of tipped over trash cans, he killed the engine. The sound of rain pelting against the car’s roof was louder now that they had come to a full stop, and Jingyi’s hand was about to reach for the door handle when Jiang Cheng’s voice made him pause. 

“About those blowjobs,” he said, sounding tense. “Wanna put your money where your mouth is?”

Jingyi turned to stare at Jiang Cheng’s glowering expression, the tense, angry lines of his face. “I’d rather put my mouth where your dick is,” he said, unflinching, and watched the tense line of Jiang Cheng’s shoulder square off, his chest hitching with the keen breath he drew. 

He seemed to contemplate the offer for a moment, just long enough for Jingyi to fiddle with the straps of his backpack as he tamped down on the heat that curled inside his stomach, low and incandescent.

“Fuck it,” Jiang Cheng ground out then, and it was all the confirmation Jingyi needed to lean over, across the middle console, until he was all up in Jiang Cheng’s space. His fingers fell in between Jiang Cheng’s thighs easily, finding the bulge there, palms brushing across and along the thick, hard length until Jiang Cheng’s legs started twitching against the seat cushions.

Jingyi shuddered at the sensation of Jiang Cheng’s hand wrapping around the nape of his neck, fingers pressing into the cords of muscle there. The pressure was reassuring, and encouraged, Jingyi trailed his fingers up until they bumped into the fastenings of Jiang Cheng’s slacks, twisting upward. 

The button of Jiang Cheng’s pants came free with a quiet pop and once Jingyi struggled the zipper down he came face to face with Jiang Cheng's cock, peeking out obscenely from beneath the fabric. It was a mouthwatering sight, and Jingyi shuddered, moaning softly. 

“Going commando? Someone expected to get lucky today,” Jingyi assumed and smirked up at Jiang Cheng, who was watching him through sharp, glittering eyes. He looked utterly in control, hair pulled back into a tight knot, and his shirt buttoned up neatly. There was a cruel sneer etched around the corners of his mouth, and the hand that wasn’t currently resting on Jingyi’s neck came up to grab him by the chin, tilting it up. He took a moment to stare Jingyi down, unblinking, not a single word falling from his lips, until he seemed to have had enough and decided to shove Jingyi’s face down between his thighs.

Jiang Cheng's cock was just like Jingyi remembered: long and thick and slightly curved to the right. The head was glistening with pre-come and flushed dark red. Jingyi swallowed hard at the sight, the sheer size of it, and momentarily awestruck, he skimmed his fingers through the wiry hair at its base. It sent a tingling sensation across Jingyi’s skin, and drawn in by the heat, the bitter, heady scent, he let his hand curl deftly around the twitching length. 

“Holy fuck, your father must have been a race horse,” Jingyi remarked in astonishment just before he leaned in, pressing the flat of his tongue against the underside of Jiang Cheng's cock, tracing down the vein as he lapped at the soft, delicate skin he found there. A broken groan choked out of Jiang Cheng’s throat, and encouraged by it Jingyi repeated the process, bolder this time, teeth scraping gently across the thick base before he licked his way upwards again, lips parting to wrap around the pink tip.

In a stark contrast to Jiang Cheng’s unfaltering composure, his cock was absurdly responsive, twitching at the feeling of Jingyi's tongue lapping at the slit, jumping and trembling once Jingyi enthusiastically bobbed his head down. Jingyi gagged once around the thick girth of Jiang Cheng's cock, twice, and tears sprung to the corners of his eyes as he tried to swallow bravely. A stifled moan wrenched free from where the tip of Jiang Cheng's cock nudged against Jingyi's throat, thick and hot, and even with the short, shallow breaths he took through his nose, he momentarily felt dizzy, lightheaded at the sensation.

Jiang Cheng chose that moment to snap his hips forward, shoving his cock against Jingyi's throat with a sharp, deliberate thrust until Jingyi's chest grew tight, his hands scrambling frantically forward and against the sleek material of Jiang Cheng's pants.

There was a brief pause, a reprieve for Jingyi to regain his composure and adjust to the frenzied, euphoric sensation, then Jiang Cheng's hips moved again, erratically and controlled, coaxing a string of muffled, unintelligible noises out of the depth of Jingyi's throat.

The brush of a palm against the nape of his neck was followed by a scrape of blunt nails, a press of strong fingers against the hinge of his jaw as Jiang Cheng traced the curve of his face, feeling forward until he could sweep the pad of his thumb around the lips Jingyi kept firmly wrapped around Jiang Cheng's cock. His eyes fluttered shut with the effort to keep his focus, and Jingyi let the sensation of touch wash over him, moaning softly, and pressing his tongue against the slick length inside his mouth when Jiang Cheng rocked forward again, into him, cock scraping the roof of his mouth. The heady scent was more distinct where Jingyi's nose was pressed into the black, wiry curls at the base, and he inhaled until the next shove broke his focus and he gagged again.

The next thrust Jingyi anticipated. He slackened his jaw, letting Jiang Cheng fuck his face until he was dizzy with it. The grip Jiang Cheng had established around his chin was bruising, the pressure just right, and he keened, writhing where he was sprawled out half across Jiang Cheng's lap, and with the panel of the middle console digging into the soft planes of his stomach. He was painfully, fiercely hard within the confines of his skinny jeans, and no matter how much he squirmed, the friction never seemed to hit quite the right angle, never seemed to be enough.

If he noticed, Jiang Cheng did nothing to alleviate his struggle, and set a hard, fast rhythm as he fucked Jingyi's face with abandon, shoving forward until Jingyi's entire body was shaking with the force of his thrusts.

They kept that pace for quite some time, nothing but the obscene, wet sounds of Jingyi's mouth and his muffled grunts spilling into the silence inside the car. Above him, Jiang Cheng was distractingly quiet beside the harsh, staggered breaths, the occasional cold, sneering laugh whenever Jingyi choked around his cock. Eventually, the air between them grew tight, and Jingyi could feel Jiang Cheng's thighs shift beneath him, his thrusts coming a bit more urgent now, not quite as precise. The steady roll of his hips faltered, cock shoving recklessly forward, tip scraping against Jingyi's throat with such fervor, unrestrained and forceful, and Jingyi was ready. Ready to swallow, ready to take whatever Jiang Cheng was willing to give him. His skin was crawling with the need to come, his cock leaking, pulsing where it was trapped within the tight confines of his jeans.

The hard grip Jiang Cheng had tilted Jingyi's chin up with fell away the moment his hips snapped forward, cock shoving deep, and his fingers found purchase in Jingyi's hair, twisting hard as he came with a low, quiet growl. His cock was slick and heavy against Jingyi's tongue, and he swallowed obediently as he felt spurts of come spilling against his throat, swamping the back of his mouth, coming still until Jingyi felt like he was about to suffocate. He swallowed with a strangled moan, the corners of his eyes stinging with unshed tears, and his chest felt tight with the lack of breathing. He felt dizzy with it, lightheaded in a way that should've been alarming, not arousing, and yet he couldn't help but grind his cock against the denim of his jeans, shuddering with the sensation.

Once Jiang Cheng's body had stilled, and his cock started to soften where Jingyi's lips were still tightly, eagerly wrapped around its slick length, he used what leverage he had to twist the hair between his fingers hard enough to move Jingyi, pulling him off.

"Hnngh," Jingyi groaned, sputtering at the sudden harsh gulp of air against the back of his sore throat, and Jiang Cheng let go of him. His fingers fell away fast enough to make Jingyi chase the touch, and only once Jiang Cheng started to button up his slacks again did Jingyi find it in him to scramble back across the middle console and into the passenger seat. He tried to sit up straight with aching muscles, and managed to ignore the severely angry demands of his own straining cock. Wiping the spit off his chin with the back of his sleeve, he winced at the drag of fabric across the tender, swollen skin of his mouth. 

"So this is where you live?" Jiang Cheng said over Jingyi’s loud panting. He sounded unfazed, casual, and Jingyi thought it was infuriatingly hot.

“Yeah sure,” he replied, significantly less conversational and with a rough edge to his voice. “What? Not everyone can afford to rent a deluxe apartment downtown, like you probably do.” 

The scowl on Jiang Cheng’s face deepened, and he shrugged, smoothing a hand down the front of his shirt. “Last time I checked 22 Oak Grove was uphill, and not downtown,” he said before he coaxed the Lexus’s engine to life by flicking the keys in the ignition. 

“Is that an invitation?” Jingyi asked, fingers absentmindedly scrubbing across his lips, along the lines of his sore throat and down to where his collar brushed tightly against his skin. 

Jiang Cheng’s mouth twitched in annoyance, and the steep crease between his brows was back. “Absolutely not,” he bit out resolutely, refusing to look at Jingyi. 

“Alright, alright, Scowly McGrump,” Jingyi laughed, pushing the passenger door open with some difficulty. He felt gawky and clumsy when he climbed out of the car before staggering to his feet on the sidewalk. “Thanks anyway for the ride. And the dick.” 

Jiang Cheng looked unimpressed, and made a point of revving the engine impatiently until Jingyi slammed the door shut with a thud. 

The rain’s cool touch was a welcome distraction from the heat on Jingyi’s skin as he stood and watched Jiang Cheng’s black sports car pull out of the parking spot, and he waited for him to turn the corner at the end of the street until he trotted towards his apartment, thighs shaking considerably with the effort.

“Do you think Coach is trying to kill us this season for real?” Sizhui asked where he stood behind Jingyi, fingers laced into the mess of his hair. He was in the process of braiding Jingyi’s hair into a somewhat tight, orderly plait, despairing over the clumps of mud he found between the strands. 

Jin Ling dropped his duffel bag next to the bench Jingyi was perched on, and let out a groan at the sizable bruise he discovered just below his knee when he bent down to tie his shoes. The three of them were in an equally harrowing state: sweat-soaked and still trying to catch their breaths, with the better part of the Lacrosse field’s mud clinging to their uniforms. 

It was common practice by now for them to be the last to leave the locker rooms, one trailing after another and their shoulders knocking together in banter. The air was stifled as they walked out into the deserted parking lot. 

“Anyone up for getting some food? I feel like someone has replaced my stomach with a black hole,” Jin Ling groaned, beaming once Sizhui agreed to get takeaway with him. 

“What about you, world’s worst midfielder? Wanna get wasted on junk food?” 

Fiddling absent-mindedly with the strap of his backpack, Jingyi shook his head. “Nah,” he said, and managed to jab his elbow between Jin Ling’s ribs for the insult. “I’m swamped with homework. Better get my ass home ASAP.” 

Sizhui shot him a sympathetic smile, and clapped a soft hand against Jingyi’s arm. “Next time though, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Jingyi said as he bumped his shoulder against Sizhui’s. “Next time for sure.” 

They hugged each other goodbye and Jingyi watched his friends make their way across the parking lot before he started to unlock his bike chain. The links clattered quietly against his fingers, and he sucked in a breath to steel his resolve. He waited until his fingers stopped shaking against the metal, and only swung his leg over the seat once he felt steady on his feet. 

“Don’t bail out now, Jingyi,” he whispered to himself, and kicking the pedals into gear he began his arduous journey uphill.

•-•-•

Jingyi raised his hand and rapped his knuckles against the pristine looking door in front of him. There was a smudge of dirt down the side of his thumb, and mud speckled the sleeve of his purple Lacrosse jersey. Upon closer inspection, his sneakers were caked with muck, too, and his shin guards seemed to be positively fused to his legs where mud had filtered in through the cracks. 

Unbothered by his discovery, Jingyi was about to knock for a second time, when the door in front of him gave way and Jiang Cheng’s sturdy form took its place. 

“You?” he asked incredulously, his expression for once not overshadowed by unconcealed anger.

Jingyi felt the corners of his lips curl into a smile at the sight of Jiang Cheng’s surprised face. “Duh,” he said and had the mind to wipe his palms across the side of his jersey, down where it wasn’t addled with mud. “Wanna let me in?”

Jiang Cheng scoffed, and the sneering look of angry annoyance was back in place before he even opened his mouth. “Let you in? For what?”

“Do I really have to spell it out for you?” Jingyi said, and shot a wink towards Jiang Cheng so shameless it would’ve made anyone blush. Anyone, except Jiang Cheng. 

“You’re dirty,” Jiang Cheng remarked and cocked an eyebrow at Jingyi’s truly filthy appearance the same moment his arms came to cross in front of his chest in his trademark sullen stance. 

Jingyi shrugged, scuffing his grimy sneakers against the door mat. “Didn’t seem to bother you until now,” he said, laughing at the daggers Jiang Cheng glared at him. He looked different today, without his suit, clad in a pair of tight black jeans instead, and a plain gray t-shirt hanging off the broad line of his shoulders. His hair was tugged into a loose ponytail, and the strands framing his face billowed lightly in the breeze. 

“Fine,” he ground out after a moment in which he seemed to contemplate his options, before stepping back to open the door a bit wider—an inviting gesture that Jingyi hurried to follow. 

The air inside Jiang Cheng’s apartment was warm and smelled faintly of incense. The hallway tiles shimmered in a dim light coming from upstairs, and Jingyi felt almost bad about the amount of mud he dragged in with his shoes. He kicked them off under Jiang Cheng’s scrutinizing gaze, and then hurried to follow him through the first door on the left, leading into the kitchen. 

Having expected glossy black cupboard fronts and elaborate glass fixtures, Jingyi was surprised to find warm colors and wooden countertops dominating a thoroughly open room concept. The furniture was modern but reminiscent of old-fashioned farmhouses, and a row of herbs grew in a planter on the window sill. Low hanging spotlights cast the room in a soft, yellow glow. 

Jingyi dropped his backpack on the floor by the kitchen island and waited. 

“Don’t touch anything,” Jiang Cheng warned from where he leaned against the fridge, looking unamused. “I don’t want you to get filth all over my stuff.” 

“Can I touch you until you get filth all over my stuff?” Jingyi shot back without batting an eye, without thinking. He hadn’t planned on blurting it out like that, not so quickly, but somehow when it came to Jiang Cheng, every precaution seemed out of the window. 

There was a tick around the corners of Jiang Cheng’s mouth, and Jingyi briefly thought it might turn into a smile. Instead Jiang Cheng scowled at him, contemplating, before a quiet “fuck it,” slipped out of his mouth. 

With three long strides he was in front of Jingyi, crowding in his space, pushing him backwards until the small of his back hit the edge of the countertop with a thud. One hand fell to Jingyi’s hip, digging into the filthy jersey there, and the other curled around Jingyi’s neck, tipping his face up so their mouths could find each other. Their kisses were breathless, shameless, and Jingyi could feel his knees buckle with each wet slide of their tongues. 

“Why did you come here?” Jiang Cheng bit out between kisses, mouth already straining to claim the fading bruises on Jingyi’s skin, his neck, the hollow below his throat. The scrape of his teeth sent a spike of pleasure through Jingyi, and he let out a stifled moan, pressing forward, towards where the bulk of Jiang Cheng’s body was blocking the light coming in from the window. 

“I want you to fuck me,” Jingyi said bluntly, his mouth easily finding the words his brain was still attempting to process. “Like, really fuck me.” 

Jiang Cheng’s answer was the sharp sound of his breath hitching, and shoving his hand into the loose hair in the nape of Jingyi’s neck, he burrowed his face against his cheek, nose brushing along his jawline. “Do you know what you’re asking of me?” he murmured against Jingyi’s skin, and wrapped the thick, mud-spattered tangle of Jingyi’s messy french braid around his wrist, pulling experimentally. 

Jingyi nodded. He swallowed dryly around the moan that wrenched out of his throat. “Yeah,” he whimpered, and then again, “yeah, I want you.”

The hand that had been holding on to Jingyi’s hip, grounding him, pulled back to ruck up his jersey until the filthy fabric was bunched up around Jingyi’s chest, exposing his stomach to Jiang Cheng’s gaze. Goosebumps rose across the valleys and ridges of Jingyi’s rib cage, down to his navel and along the soft lines of his stomach. The angry scowl on Jiang Cheng’s face shifted a little, softened, before he pushed two fingers into the waistband of Jingyi’s shorts and boxers, shoving them down until they pooled around his dirty, socked feet in a filthy heap.

“Wait here,” Jiang Cheng said against the delicate skin just below Jingyi’s ear. His teeth had already left a sizable mark there, angry and glaring, and he moved around to grab a hold of Jingyi’s ass cheek, squeezing tightly. “Don’t fucking move.” 

Caught in a dizzying maelstrom of heat, and with Jiang Cheng’s words echoing in his head, Jingyi stood and waited like he was told. His breaths fell into the silence in loud, harsh gasps and his thighs shook with the effort of keeping himself upright. His cock was painfully hard where it jutted out from the planes of his stomach, the pink tip about to dribble pre-come onto the pristinely polished kitchen floor.

Jiang Cheng returned shortly after with a condom wrapper in one hand, and what looked like a travel-sized bottle of lube in the other. His gaze was calm and calculating as it swept across the slender lines of Jingyi’s body, and this time his lips did twist into a little smile, although a mirthless one. 

“Turn around,” he ordered, unbuttoning his jeans before shoving them down to his knees. His cock was straining against the confines of his boxers, and Jingyi couldn’t help but lick his lips before he turned around with a wistful sigh. 

He strained his ears until they were keenly aware of every gasped breath, the whisper of fabric when Jiang Cheng’s boxers joined his jeans, the tearing of the plastic wrapper, the little grunt when Jiang Cheng grabbed a hold of his cock to roll the condom on. Jingyi listened to quiet pop as Jiang Cheng flipped the cap of the bottle open, and moments later the familiar squirt of lube being slicked across skin, deliberately and generously. 

Jiang Cheng stood close enough that Jingyi could feel the heat radiating off his body, ghosting across the naked skin of his ass cheeks like a breeze. He was vibrating with it, shuddering as soon as he could feel something cool graze along his crack, slipping in between until it prodded against the tight rim of his asshole. He exhaled loudly. The touch was gentler than he had expected and—

“Is that a finger?” Jingyi asked, puzzled. 

Jiang Cheng snorted out a laugh, and using the palm of his hand to spread Jingyi’s asscheeks a little wider, he took a moment to slick Jingyi’s rim, thumbing along the tight muscle before letting his thumb sink in to the hilt.  “What? Did you think I’d just fuck you right open with my cock, not even stretching you a little bit?”

Jingyi gasped. “Kinda, yeah,” he said, squirming closer into the touch when Jiang Cheng added a second finger, scissoring them enough to send a sharp, flaring thrill up Jingyi’s spine. 

Jiang Cheng’s laugh was quiet and a little cruel, his movement slow and deliberate as he rocked his fingers into Jingyi’s asshole, pads scraping the tight, wet walls gently. “You’re dangerously confident in your ability to take me,” he said, drawing a string of soft little moans out of Jingyi’s mouth with a clever twist of his wrist. 

Jingyi hummed in response, and dropped his head against the cool surface of the countertop. The wood was smooth underneath his cheek, and he welcomed its soothing touch as his body was lit on fire with every movement from Jiang Cheng’s hand. His cock was hard and weeping where it hung heavily between his thighs, and a wet smear had appeared on the tiles between his feet. 

After sheer agonizing minutes of quiet, insistent stretching, and with three fingers tightly coiled inside Jingyi, Jiang Cheng finally seemed to decide to take mercy on the writhing, mewling mess underneath his touch and pulled his fingers out with an obscenely wet squelch.

The sound of Jiang Cheng slicking himself was drowned out by Jingyi’s whine, his gasp at the sudden feeling of emptiness right before Jiang Cheng lined himself up against Jingyi’s hole. The tip was thick and blunt, nudging forward, and Jingyi keened at the sensation. 

“C’mon, c’mon,” he urged, the words hacked up once Jiang Cheng slid in, hips rocking forward in a sharp, calculated snap. He didn’t meet much resistance despite the considerable size of his straining cock. Jingyi relaxed his muscles and took him in greedily, pushing back when Jiang Cheng didn’t go fast enough, deep enough. Jiang Cheng’s hands fell to Jingyi’s hips, gripping tightly, and Jingyi hoped they’d leave bruises on the delicate surface of his skin.

Once fully inside him, Jiang Cheng stilled. “How do you want me?” he asked, and his voice reverberated through Jingyi’s chest in an exhilarating hum.

“Deep and hard,” Jingyi shot back from where his face was pressed flush against the countertop, lips rubbing against the wood. “I want to be unable to sit for the next three days.”

Jiang Cheng grunted his agreement, before steadying himself against Jingyi, slamming forward. The sensation knocked the wind out of Jingyi, and his entire body was rocked into the counter. Jiang Cheng skimmed a hand up to press between his shoulder blades, holding him down. Jingyi moaned, his hands scrambling for purchase against the smooth surface of the counter, and he pushed back despite the stinging ache inside him. His own cock was bobbing against his stomach, and again when Jiang Cheng fucked into him until he bottomed out. His cock was a thick, hot weight inside of Jingyi, reassuring in its enormity, and he wheezed when Jiang Cheng pulled back enough to realign the angle. The next thrust made Jingyi yelp with pleasure, the one thereafter had the tip of Jiang Cheng’s cock brush against the one spot where Jingyi was all hot and needy. 

“A-Again,” he pleaded, nails scraping against the wood beneath his palms. He was dimly aware of how obscene he must have looked: draped across the counter, with his thighs spread, a thick cock buried deep inside him and the smudged, muddy remainders of his Lacrosse uniform hanging off-kilter around his chest and ankles. But Jiang Cheng let his hips snap forward again, pushing against his prostate, and all thoughts fell away to leave Jingyi a hot, writhing mess beneath Jiang Cheng’s expert touch. The hand that had been holding him down found its way into Jingyi’s hair, wrapping around the tightly-knit braid, pulling it sharply, repeatedly, until Jingyi’s scalp tingled with it.

They fucked until their bodies ached with it, only the sound of their harsh, breathless gasps cutting through the silence. Jiang Cheng’s grip was hard, painful where his fingers dug into Jingyi’s hips, and he set a maddening rhythm as he fucked into Jingyi with reckless abandon. The heat of his thighs as they slapped against the cheeks of Jingyi’s ass was a soothing distraction from the punishing thrusts, and Jingyi felt unhinged. There was a puddle of spit where his mouth was pressed against the wood, slick and hot, and Jingyi didn’t care, couldn’t care. Instead he moved against Jiang Cheng, with him, body shuddering, coming apart underneath him with every thrust. 

It wasn’t nearly long enough before the hot, hard length of Jiang Cheng’s cock had coaxed a mind-bending orgasm into existence. Jingyi could feel it coming, his hackles rising with the sharp thrill of it, muscles spasming, and his own cock jerking between his thighs, untouched and leaking and desperate. Through the haze, he felt himself tip over the edge and with Jiang Cheng’s cock slamming into him, he let go, let himself be pulled under by the swirling, feverish bliss. 

His mouth opened on a garbled moan, his hands unclenched somewhere between his own come splattering against the counter, and the sensation of Jiang Cheng throbbing deep inside him, hot and slick, as he came with a low groan. Jiang Cheng’s grip loosened as he fell forward, and pressing his forehead between Jingyi’s shoulder blades he gasped for air, hips grinding to a stuttering halt before he stilled inside of Jingyi. 

“I think I got filth on your furniture,” Jingyi said into the silence after he had found his wits. His chest ached with the added weight of Jiang Cheng’s body, and wheezing he tried to wiggle out from underneath the numbing pressure. Jiang Cheng however seemed to have other plans, and he remained inside him, on top of him, hot and heavy, until his breathing had slowed considerably. 

He didn’t dignify Jingyi’s comment with a reply beyond a disapproving grunt, and didn’t acknowledge the moaned protest as he pulled out of Jingyi with a wet sound, either. Instead he stepped back and had dragged up and fastened his jeans back in place before Jingyi managed to turn around. 

The floor underneath them was caked with the mud from Jingyi’s shin guards, his shorts, and thick ropes of his come dripped off the furniture in front of him in an effort to join the mess. Jingyi had the modesty to feel vaguely ashamed at the sight, and hurriedly bent down to pull up his training shorts, shimmying down his jersey. 

Jiang Cheng busied himself with disposing of the condom, before he awkwardly turned to lean against the kitchen sink, arms firmly back to fold across his chest. Soft tendrils of his hair wafted loosely around his face, and the bridge of his nose was flushed with exertion. Jingyi swallowed hard. 

Silence hung between them for a moment until Jiang Cheng turned around to pull the fridge open, rummaging through its contents. 

“You need a ride home?” Jiang Cheng asked as he turned around to thrust a glass full of cold orange juice into Jingyi’s hand. “Drink that.”

Jingyi shook his head. “I brought my bike,” he said, and then, upon realizing what they just did and considering the ache that kept humming through him in dull, throbbing waves, he frowned. “Well, I might just push it, after all.” 

Jiang Cheng nodded curtly, and waited patiently for Jingyi to drain the sweet juice in a few thirsty gulps before grabbing his backpack on his way into the hallway. 

“You know, you should really text me one day,” Jingyi said as he gingerly stepped outside and onto the small staircase. The air outside tasted staticky, and clouds were balling across the horizon as a harbinger of an upcoming thunderstorm. 

Jiang Cheng didn’t react, only stood and watched while Jingyi slung his backpack across his shoulder before unlocking his bike from where it leaned against the iron-forged picket fence. He had an unreadable expression across his face when Jingyi straightened up again, and the hand that kept a hold of the door was white-knuckled and sharp. 

“See you around,” Jingyi said and was about to raise his hand for a wave goodbye when Jiang Cheng slammed the door with a thundering crack. 

Jingyi waited for Jiang Cheng in front of Jin Ling’s apartment complex after dropping off Fairy. He had been surprised to find Jiang Cheng sitting on Jin Ling’s sofa earlier, comfortable with a box of takeout food sitting in his lap. 

“I just want to talk,” he said a couple minutes later when Jiang Cheng stepped out of the building, and Jiang Cheng scowled at him, throat working, before dragging him into the car and setting off. They crossed the distance between Jin Ling’s apartment and Jingyi’s home in no time, and pulled up into a deserted parking spot by the old can factory. That’s where they sat now, silence spreading between them, and Jingyi bouncing his leg against the seat cushion. 

“So? Coffee or tea?”

With his hands still firmly wrapped around the steering wheel, Jiang Cheng turned to look at his passenger. “What gave you the idea I’m thirsty?” he bit back, a little too sharp, too heated.

Jingyi smiled, blinking. “I thought that was the thing to say if you’re trying to be less blunt about coaxing someone into your bed?” 

Jiang Cheng seemed irritated, and squaring his shoulders against the back of his seat he said “In that case, neither.”

Jingyi shrugged, grinning. “Okay. Scoot over then.” And before Jiang Cheng could even begin to protest he had to lean back into the seat as Jingyi's lean legs shimmied into the tight space behind the steering wheel. It took a moment of quiet, breathless struggling, but Jingyi seemed determined and Jiang Cheng sat unmoving until Jingyi had wiggled his way into Jiang Cheng's lap. It was quite the feat, considering the tight confines of the car’s interior, and with Jingyi's thighs bracketing Jiang Cheng's on each side, they found themselves very close.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jiang Cheng said, and watched skeptically as Jingyi got comfortable on his thighs.

Jingyi snorted. “What? Do I really have to explain what I’m trying to do here? I thought you were a big boy, Jiang Cheng.”

Grinding his hips down, Jingyi hoped to get his point across and oh, ooh, how Jiang Cheng got the message. Loud and clear.

And yet. "What makes you think I want you?"

Jingyi's body stilled abruptly, and he let his eyes fall to the tense lines around Jiang Cheng's mouth, the arch of his cupid's bow, and smudges of rain beneath his eyes. "Do you?" he asked, sounding a little breathless. He should've felt a sting of rejection at Jiang Cheng's challenging tone, or the way his hand still rested on the console between the seats while the other was tucked firmly against Jiang Cheng's thigh. But instead Jingyi waited, with bated breath, fingers folded neatly in his own lap.

Seconds ticked by in silence, and it was just enough time to make Jingyi question if he had made the right decision. That was until he felt Jiang Cheng's thighs shift beneath him with a growl, and harsh fingers pressing into the soft flesh of his thighs.

"Fuck's sake," Jiang Cheng grumbled, tilting his head up so he could watch the lopsided grin on Jingyi's face widen. "You little minx,” he muttered before slamming their mouths together with a grunt.

Jingyi moaned, relishing the stinging bite of teeth pressing into the swell of his bottom lip. He reciprocated by wedging his tongue between Jiang Cheng's lips and sliding his hands around his neck, fingers lingering where the collar of his suit met a strip of warm skin.

Moaning softly, Jingyi closed his eyes at the feeling of sure, warm hands clasping roughly around his waist, steadying him, and while he licked greedily into Jiang Cheng’s mouth he ground down, ass pressed against Jiang Cheng's growing erection. He felt bold and feverish, with his heartbeat ringing sharply in his ears and the wet sound of their kisses filling the stifled air inside the car.

Jiang Cheng's fingers slipped underneath the fabric of his sweater and his shirt, before a set of meticulously trimmed nails raked across the skin of his flank. Jingyi pulled away. Gasping, he squirmed into the stinging sensation, his hips stuttering as he lost his rhythm.

"Fuck, Jiang Cheng," he panted, moaning noisily, before letting his head fall forward again, kissing Jiang Cheng until he was stupid with it. Jiang Cheng's mouth was warm, his lips wet and greedy and selfish and Jingyi couldn't get enough of it.

He whimpered when Jiang Cheng dragged his teeth across the warm skin and lower, following the long expanse of Jingyi's neck. Jiang Cheng took his time sucking a purple bruise into the hollow right below Jingyi’s throat, as if he knew about the others, the ones down Jingyi's chest, and lower even, that had begun to fade.

Jingyi couldn't help but yelp quietly at Jiang Cheng's ministrations, and after rutting against the bulge between Jiang Cheng's thighs in an uncoordinated, gawkish rhythm for a moment, soon the confines of his jeans, his boxer briefs, felt too much.

Jiang Cheng took his time appreciating the red, angry mark he had left on Jingyi's skin, ignoring Jingyi's needy pleas, the quiet moans he kept pulling out of Jingyi's chest with every drag of his fingers across soft skin.

"You want me so bad," Jiang Cheng stated into the silence, and Jingyi didn't hesitate to confirm his comment with a nod. His chin was tipped back, head brushing the roof of the car, and his hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they tried to gain purchase against the nape of Jiang Cheng's neck, the sleek collar of his button-down, the sturdy line of his shoulders. Jiang Cheng watched Jingyi for just long enough to make Jingyi's hips come to a stuttering halt. His eyes were dark in the dim light inside the car, his lips slick where Jingyi's tongue had swept between them, and he looked spectacular. Excessively hot.

With a grunt, Jiang Cheng pulled Jingyi down and under, his hands grabbing handfuls of skin, pressing down and leaving sickle-shaped marks as lips crashed together in a hungry, frustrated huff of feverish desire.

“More,” Jingyi moaned as Jiang Cheng let go of him, grinding his cock down on the visible bulge in Jiang Cheng's pants. It was ridiculous how turned on he was, how much he needed this, how every inch of his body seemed to burn to cinders underneath Jiang Cheng's hard, disapproving gaze.

"If you want more," Jiang Cheng said in between messy, stinging kisses. "You gotta work for it. Move, show me what you've got, and I’ll give you what you need."

Jingyi's mouth opened on a pitiful moan, and his thighs shook with the effort of keeping himself straddled and steady against Jiang Cheng's body. He set a fast rhythm, hips snapping forward and into the cradle of Jiang Cheng's stomach before he rocked back down, grinding against Jiang Cheng's cock. He couldn't bear to look at Jiang Cheng's smug face, the steep crease between his brows, so he looked away, closed his eyes. His hands tingled where they were tightly coiled into the fabric of Jiang Cheng's shirt, and every roll of his body set off fireworks along his spine. He felt hollow and wanting, so feverish and needy, and his breath came out in short, shaky wheezes.

After minutes of silent grinding and pulling, thrusting and uncoordinated rutting, Jingyi's cheeks were flushed with exertion and he whined low in his throat when he finally felt Jiang Cheng shift beneath him.

Seeming to have decided that he had seen enough, Jiang Cheng took matters into his own hands. He ripped the button of Jingyi's jeans open, yanking the zipper down and going for his briefs. They were soaked with pre-come right where the fabric stuck to the tip of Jingyi's cock and Jiang Cheng's growl was low and quiet when he dragged his thumb down the length. His jaw was clenched tightly, and he cocked his eyebrow in a challenge as he peeled Jingyi's briefs away, tugging on the material until Jingyi's cock bobbed heavily against his stomach. Jingyi's head snapped back at the sensation, banging unceremoniously against the car's roof with a notable thud.

"Careful," Jiang Cheng huffed exasperatedly, and much to Jingyi's dismay pulled away to unbuckle his own belt with steady hands, popping the button of his slacks and reaching inside once the zipper had come loose.

They grunted in pleasure as their cocks touched for the first time without the annoying layers of fabric between them. The skin between them was hot and sticky, and when Jingyi tilted his hips to grind down again it made him see stars, pleasured tingles sparking in the dip of his spine as their cocks aligned.

With a groan, Jiang Cheng brought their lips together, kissing Jingyi hard and filthily. His teeth felt sharp, their press hard enough to tear through the delicate skin of Jingyi's lips and seconds later a coppery taste spread between them. Jingyi swallowed the whimper in the back of his throat, and let Jiang Cheng soothe the stinging sensation with a sweep of his tongue. His eyes were welling with tears, and his body went haywire with Jiang Cheng's kisses, his touches, the way their hips rocked into each other with every leg-trembling thrust.

Jingyi was so occupied with the feeling of Jiang Cheng's fingers digging into his flank, kissing him stupid, biting him bloody, that he didn't notice how close he was until a wave of pleasure reared through him, pulling him under.

"C-Close—" he stammered from where he was towering over Jiang Cheng, bent in half within the tight space behind the steering wheel, his thighs trembling beneath the strain of their awkward position. Soft moans kept spilling from his mouth, and tugging at Jiang Cheng's thick hair until his scalp tingled with dull pain, he let himself be consumed by the sharp, fast rhythm dictated by Jiang Cheng's thrusts.

Soon, Jingyi was completely gone with the frantic movements that brushed their cocks together, and once Jiang Cheng shoved a hand between them, grabbing them roughly, he fell apart.

"No stamina," Jiang Cheng muttered, hips snapping forward and into the tug of his own hand.

Jingyi didn't last long and after a few, rough pumps, he came with a drawn-out moan, his mouth falling open as he spurted into the hollow of Jiang Cheng's waiting palm. Shuddering, he fell forward until his entire body threatened to collapse against Jiang Cheng's chest, and only the hand that reached between them kept him at a steady distance. His cock was still twitching from coming mere seconds ago when Jiang Cheng pulled his hand away.

"Open your mouth," he said, quiet and assertive. "Stick your tongue out."

Jingyi's head was swimming with pleasure, and blissfully exhilarated he nodded, lips falling open. Jiang Cheng's palm was warm and sticky when it clasped around Jingyi's face, the pool of come in its centre still warm. It smelled salty and bitter, faintly like the sweat Jingyi knew was gathering on Jiang Cheng's skin, and his eyes wrenched open to see the intensity of Jiang Cheng's hard, steely gaze boring into his.

"Lick," Jiang Cheng demanded, his left hand falling to where his own cock was still jutting out between them.

With Jiang Cheng's fingers covering most of his face, and the scent of his own sticky come lingering underneath his nose, Jingyi opened his mouth. The taste was tangy, and Jingyi shuddered as he lapped his own come out of the cradle of Jiang Cheng's palm until his tongue brushed against warm skin. He watched Jiang Cheng's pupils dilate at the sensation, felt his thighs shift, then tremble as he came messily between them. His hand fell away so he could slam their mouths together, kissing Jingyi filthily as if he was trying to chase the taste of Jingyi’s come with his own tongue.

"Fuck," he grunted as he pulled back, his cock still twitching, still pumping threads of warm, sticky come onto the skin below Jingyi's navel until at last it stopped. Jiang Cheng let his hips roll lazily against Jingyi's, their cocks feeling hot and raw and spent as they brushed together between their slowly stilling bodies.

“Yeah, that,” Jingyi murmured into the fabric of Jiang Cheng's suit when he ebbed back into reality, his head falling against the firm shoulder and his mouth buzzing with the intensity of their kisses.

Grunting, Jiang Cheng moved until he found a more comfortable position. “That all you have to say?”

Jingyi couldn’t find it in himself to reply and instead let himself be swept away by the afterglow, hands braced against Jiang Cheng's chest and eyelids drooping briefly. They stayed in the driver’s seat for as long as it took for their breaths to slow, pulling apart once their sore muscles started to protest against the awkward position. Hauling Jingyi from his lap and tucking his spent, soft cock back into his boxers, Jiang Cheng stretched his stiffened legs until his toes stubbed against the gas pedal, cursing quietly.

“Wow, you're old,” Jingyi commented as he fixed himself up, carelessly wiping Jiang Cheng's spunk on his shirt and jeans.

“Wow, you're gross,” Jiang Cheng echoed, wrinkling his nose. “And for some reason still in my car.”

Jingyi shrugged, grinning, and grabbed his backpack where it lay forgotten between his scuffed up trainers.

"Call me?" he said before he opened the passenger door with a click to let a wash of cool, damp air flood the car. "Or text, if that suits your brooding, aloof aesthetic better."

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but roll his eyes, and grimacing, he shooed Jingyi out of the car and into the cold evening air.

"That's a yes then," Jingyi stated as he bent down to catch Jiang Cheng's hard gaze. "I'm free Monday through Sunday." And with that he slammed the door shut before Jiang Cheng's protest could reach his ears, grinning to himself while he climbed the stairs to his apartment.

Jingyi stared up at the sign above the entrance with a frown. Legal Aid it said in big, faded letters, and underneath were listed the services offered. Much like the other buildings downtown, this one sported a withered facade, and the scratched up windows hung crooked in dingy-looking frames. Someone had attempted to give the appearance some love by plopping a planter next to the entrance, a tangle of purple peonies hanging off the sides, cradling a wilted lotus flower in its centre.

Jingyi sighed at the sight, and gripped the eviction letter in his hand a little tighter, heart beating a little faster. The notice had come in two days ago, tucked between a flyer from the takeaway at the corner, and a belated birthday card from his parents. Jingyi had felt the bottom of his stomach drop out at the sight, eyes glued to the paper where it requested his immediate vacation of the premises or facing eviction within the upcoming week.

The premises being his mold-infested apartment in the attic of a multi-purpose building, smelling of damp towels and old, rotting wood throughout the year. He had been staring at the cracked, leaking sink for what felt like an eternity, eviction note in hand, feeling lost and terrified by the prospect of having to give up his first apartment. His home. His stomach roiling, he had called his sister, then Sizhui, and eventually done enough research on his laptop to lead him to where he stood now, in front of the Legal Aid office.

Inhaling deeply, Jingyi brushed a hand through his hair, then down his sides in an attempt to straighten the kinks out of his rumpled sweater. The inside of his mouth felt dry, like it was lined with cotton wool. Clutching the offending letter tighter to his chest he steeled his resolve before marching up and through the front entrance of the office building.

The receptionist at the front was polite and helpful when she guided Jingyi towards a row of seats.

"You will have to fill in these forms first so we can assess your case. Please don't spare any detail, and make sure to sign your name at the bottom to confirm your data," she said in a well-rehearsed spout, handing Jingyi a pen. "Come to the front once you're done and we'll set you up with one of our lawyers, depending on your case evaluation."

Jingyi nodded, a little dumbfounded, and watched the receptionist leave with a flick of her hair. The smell of her jasmine perfume lingered for a moment, and Jingyi felt queasy with the heavy, floral scent. He took a moment to look around the depressing, sparsely-furnished interior, and felt his spirits falter somewhat. The description on their website had stated that Legal Aid was a community-driven, crowd-founded bureau aimed to provide legal assistance and professional statutory representation in and outside of court for those who couldn’t afford any immediate legal support on their own. With the office's close proximity to the campus, Jingyi assumed that their clientele was mostly students.

Voices floated over from behind one of the closed doors down the hallway, pulling Jingyi out of his musings and back to the task at hand. "Right," Jingyi muttered to himself, and clicking the pen he went to fill in the gaps on the many forms the receptionist had handed him.

Jingyi spent enough time on the task that eventually it was the receptionist who sought him out, heels clacking against the hardwood floor as she approached Jingyi with a faint smile. "How are we looking?" she asked into the expectant silence, and took the stacked papers Jingyi handed her after duly signing his full name at the bottom.

She took a moment to briefly skim through the pages, brows knitted together with single-minded focus, before nodding perceptively.

"Did you bring the eviction letter your landlord sent you?" she asked, and smiled appreciatively when Jingyi waved the crumpled paper in front of her face.

"And you're sure this is the first and only notice you received within the last quarter?"

Jingyi nodded. "One hundred percent," he said, clearing his throat after finding his voice a little shrill in the muted surroundings of the office.

"Good, good," the receptionist said before walking back to the counter, leaning across it. She picked up the phone and spoke in a hushed tone until Jingyi's stomach tied into an array of complicated knots. He was playing with the frayed material on the left strap of his backpack when she returned.

"A lawyer will see you in room D," she said, pointing to Jingyi's right. "Just follow the corridor all the way down. It's the last door on the left." She was about to return to her spot behind the counter when she paused, smiling warmly. "This is a first consultation to assess your case and establish the approach you would like to take. You don’t have to be nervous, your lawyer is one of our best."

Jingyi nodded, and returned the smile, though it was a little wobbly, before he got up, clutching his backpack to his chest. "Thanks," he said, quietly. "For the reassurance and your hard work." 

Jingyi followed the winding hallway until the last door on the left came into view. There was no name tag to be seen, and Jingyi felt a little apprehensive when he knocked once, twice, before being called in by a muffled voice.

The door swung open on creaking hinges, and for a moment Jingyi was blinded by a beam of light streaming in through the generous windows and glaring directly into his eyes. After the dim light of the hallway, Jingyi squinted to adjust to the dramatic shift, and momentarily blinded he fumbled his way forward and into the room.

"Good afternoon, I'm here to see a lawyer regarding an eviction notice I have received. My name is—"

"Jingyi," a sharp voice cut in, huffing loudly around every syllable. "You’ve got to be kidding me."

Jingyi's eyesight recovered enough to make out the basic outlay of the office—small, cramped, bookshelves lining the walls, an enormous desk in its centre, bathed in the glaring afternoon sun coming in through the panels of a lightly-cracked window. Faded curtains in a truly hideous shade of yellow were billowing softly in the breeze, and beneath it a looming shadow, its uncomfortably stiff posture cradled by a scuffed up leather armchair.

"Jiang Cheng?" Jingyi blurted out, blinking owlishly, incredulous. He felt the corners of his lips tick upward before he could stop himself. "But of course you're a lawyer."

Jiang Cheng reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose briefly before motioning for Jingyi to sit in one of the chairs by the desk. "Did Jin Ling tell you where to find me?"

Sitting down, Jingyi shook his head. "Jin Ling? I haven't even told him about the notice yet. No, I read about Legal Aid on the student council website," he explained truthfully. "I don't know if you can help me at all with my eviction, but I thought I'd give it a shot."

Understanding seemed to dawn on Jiang Cheng's face, and leaning forward with a huff he grabbed a pen from a drawer. "Right, you're here on legal matters." he said, and finally reached for the eviction notice Jingyi was holding across the desk in a steady grasp. "Let's take a look."

Jingyi watched Jiang Cheng carefully unfold the letter, and was still trying to figure out Jiang Cheng's reaction when finally he felt laughter bubble up in his chest.

"Oh," he said into the silence. "You thought I came here because of the thing we've got going?"

Not looking up from where he busied himself skimming through the note, Jiang Cheng sighed. "We don't have a thing," he corrected before turning to take a couple copies of the letter.

Jingyi stuck his tongue out at the brooding man in front of him, but managed to bite back the flippant reply, kept it behind his teeth instead.

They spent the next twenty minutes discussing the contents of the eviction notice. Jiang Cheng was knowledgeable and unsurprisingly more stubborn than any man Jingyi had ever encountered. Sentence by sentence he examined the letter with meticulous attention to detail, and highlighted areas where he believed Jingyi's landlord had committed legal misconduct. He was attentive, scribbled remarks and footnotes on a spare sheet of paper he had laid out next to the crumpled eviction letter, and once he was sure he hadn't missed anything, he stopped to look at Jingyi.

"What condition would you say the apartment is in?" he asked, pen hovering above his many notes.

Jingyi shrugged. "A pitiful one," he said and continued to fiddle with a loose thread at the seam of his sweater.

"Would you like to elaborate on that?" Jiang asked and his gaze turned a little impatient, lips drawn into a thin line. "Or should I leave that blank?"

"Fine," Jingyi huffed, leaning forward until he could fold his arms against the cool, wooden surface of the desk. "It's a mess. Cracked windows, leaking fixtures, moldy ceilings, you name it. The handrails in the stairwell have been missing since I moved in, and I don't think the building has seen a maintenance worker or handyman in the past ten years."

Jiang Cheng blinked. "So why do you live there?" he asked after having added a few sentences to his notepad.

"Because I like it," Jingyi said quietly, sounding a little hesitant. "Everything I own is there, and if you ignore the draft coming in from the disintegrating window frames it's actually nice. It’s mine. It's home."

Jiang Cheng's brows wandered toward his hairline as he levelled Jingyi with a measured glance. "I understand," he said and Jingyi believed him. "Give me a moment."

Jingyi watched as Jiang Cheng picked up the phone that had been sitting next to him on the desk until now, and after scrolling through his contacts for a brief moment he made a call. His voice was unwavering throughout, oozing confidence, and when he hung up, he jotted down some more notes before turning to look at Jingyi again.

"I've arranged for an independent health inspector to come and take a look at your apartment. Her name is Wen Qing, and she'll assess the extent of the damage to the building, and evaluate how much work needs to be done to allow for a comfortable living situation for the respective residents."

Leaning back in his seat, Jiang Cheng seemed to take his time watching the steady rise and fall of Jingyi's chest, and his voice was a little more tense when he spoke again. "As for your eviction letter, I'm going to take the afternoon to look into the matter and decide on the best course of action. As your lawyer, I advise you not to seek any confrontation with your landlord, and recommend you don't engage in verbal communication with any of the parties involved. At least until we've decided on an appropriate MO."

Jingyi nodded slowly, distracted by the way Jiang Cheng's fingers twisted around the armrest of his chair. "I don't think that will be an issue; my landlord never comes around, never calls."

"Very well," Jiang Cheng said, reaching over to push a piece of paper and a pen toward Jingyi. "If you could note down your university schedule here, I will call you outside of your lectures as soon as I have more information for you."

Jingyi felt like his brain was dipped in molasses, and it took a considerable amount of willpower for him to do as he was told. Being so close to Jiang Cheng without feeling the drag of his mouth against the skin of his neck, the scrape of his teeth across the ridges of his collarbones, felt oddly more intimate than anything they had done the past couple days. And Jingyi blamed it entirely on the unprecedented nature of their meeting that after finishing his schedule, he added a personal touch onto the paper.

Call me, it said in big, bold letters next to a grinning face, and because he was already so far gone Jingyi took the liberty to scribble a pair of sunglasses across the shameless sketch before handing it back to Jiang Cheng.

"What are the odds they go through with the eviction?" he asked before Jiang Cheng could comment on Jingyi's artistic expressions. "I mean, should I start boxing things up, just in case?"

Jiang Cheng let out an exasperated huff at the sight of the note, and his jaw clenched tightly around the words when he said, "That's planning for failure, and we don't do that here."

Startled by the sudden intensity in Jiang Cheng's voice, Jingyi slumped a little deeper into his chair. A few quiet seconds ticked by, and it was Jiang Cheng who got up first.

"I have another client coming in at the top of the hour," he announced, smoothing a hand down his front. "Your appointment with Wen Qing is tomorrow at ten o'clock, sharp. I'll be attending as well for protocol reasons, so you better be home."

Jingyi swallowed hard. "Yes, sir," he said so quietly the words almost got lost in the whisper of his clothes as he got up.

Something about Jingyi's reply made Jiang Cheng tense up, and he looked positively menacing when Jingyi added, "Thank you, Jiang Cheng."

Jiang Cheng shrugged. "I haven't done anything, yet. Thank me when we actually get through this."

Jingyi felt his lips curl into a smile, and he stopped briefly as he stood in the doorway, already halfway out. "You can call me outside of your office hours, too, you know."

The way Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes was both amusing and insufferably adorable, and Jingyi didn't wait for him to spit out a reply before he slipped into the hallway and out of earshot.

The door in front of Jingyi looked the same as it had earlier today; blank, undisturbed. There was some shuffling coming from beyond it, the rustling of paper only interrupted by the static sounds of a printer. 

Jingyi swallowed hard. His skin was itching where the rough denim of his jeans rubbed against the naked flesh of his cock, his ass cheeks, his thighs. Going commando had sounded so much more fun in theory. Squirming momentarily, Jingyi didn’t knock before he pushed the door in front of him open to step into a cone of bright, yellow light. 

Jiang Cheng looked up. “What are you doing here?” he asked and it sounded so nonchalant and casual, Jingyi wondered if there was anything in this world that could knock this man’s unwavering confidence. 

“Oh you know, I was just in the area,” Jingyi replied with a wink, hoping he would exude half of Jiang Cheng’s poise as he made his way into the room before turning the key in the lock—a little detail he made sure didn’t slip by Jiang Cheng. 

“How did you get in here?” he asked, his eyes never leaving Jingyi. Over the course of the day he had lost the tie, and popped the two top-most buttons of his shirt. Exhaustion was lingering in the way he frowned, and Jingyi felt a tug of worry somewhere inside his chest. 

“Your receptionist let me slip in before she left. I had to promise I’m not an armed robber, though.” 

Jiang Cheng looked a little puzzled “Are you?”

“An armed robber? No, not since last time I checked.” Jingyi was keenly aware of Jiang Cheng’s sharp gaze as he rounded the bulk of the desk before coming to a stop right in front of the chair. 

Jiang Cheng didn’t move. “So why did you come here?”

Jingyi had to bite his bottom lip to keep it from trembling, and he shuddered under Jiang Cheng’s steady gaze. He knew the skin across his chest was flushed underneath the heavy fabric of his hoodie, and when he gripped around its hem he felt flustered enough to squirm a little where he stood. 

Jingyi pulled his hoodie over his head in a swift flick of his arm, and once he heard it land somewhere by his feet he went for his jeans. The buttons came undone quickly despite the slight tremor in Jingyi’s fingers, his shoes thudding to the side where he toed them off. Jingyi made sure to keep his gaze steady and level with Jiang Cheng’s cold, measured stare, before he bent slightly to tug his jeans off, kicking them aside as soon as they pooled around his ankles. And then he was naked. 

Fully, truly naked, Jingyi stood in front of Jiang Cheng in silence until he could feel goosebumps fanning down his chest, across his stomach. 

“So,” Jiang Cheng said, and it sounded a little stifled like he was pressing his tongue behind his teeth forcefully to keep from—what? Saying something incriminating? “This is what you came for.”

It wasn’t a question. Jingyi nodded anyway. His cock was hard and red—if from the friction of the denim or the pure ecstasy of Jiang Cheng’s proximity he didn't know. Didn’t care to find out either, when he felt Jiang Cheng reach for his wrist in a steady grip. His fingers were warm as he tugged Jingyi forward until his knees bumped into the lip of the chair between Jiang Cheng’s thighs. 

“Are you certain you locked that door?” Jiang bit out, and waited for Jingyi’s nod before he pulled him against his chest. 

Jingyi fell into Jiang Cheng’s lap with a gasp, shuddering when the back of his legs brushed across solid muscle, ass coming to still against Jiang Cheng's thighs. It was almost too good, the way Jingyi’s skin moved swiftly over the sleek material of Jiang Cheng’s expensive suit when he settled down easily, all soft muscles, his body pliant and wanting. He knew he looked startlingly young with his eyes wide open in wonder, naked and relaxed, the soft lines of his body moving with determined docility. Jiang Cheng kissed him hard, greedy, teeth sinking into Jingyi's bottom lip until they felt raw with it.

Sighing blissfully, Jingyi ground down to feel the generous bulge of Jiang Cheng's hard cock press against the cleft of his ass, the sensation pulling a soft moan out of his chest with every slow roll of his hips.

“Fuck, Jiang Cheng, feels so good,” Jingyi cursed, brushing the base of his own, playfully bobbing cock against the metal teeth of Jiang Cheng’s zipper. “Fuck.”

Jiang Cheng grunted and grabbed Jingyi harshly by the chin. "Quiet," he said, and as if to make a point he pushed two fingers into the heat of Jingyi's mouth, pressing against his tongue until Jingyi gagged.

“Please,” Jingyi whined around the harsh intrusion, and rocked into the bulge of Jiang Cheng’s crotch, rubbing his own leaking cock against the solid curve of Jiang Cheng's stomach. He was so painfully hard and his ass was aching with emptiness.

Jiang Cheng laughed quietly, mirthlessly, and after shoving his fingers a little deeper until the pads were grazing the back of Jingyi's throat briefly, he pulled back. "Tell me what you want then," he said coldly. "Put your mouth to some use."

After a few, grounding inhales, and with one, steadying hand splayed against Jiang Cheng's chest, Jingyi nodded. “Fuck me," he mumured. "To remind me how it feels to be full, after I've spent the past couple hours with two fingers up my ass wishing they were yours.”

He had barely finished speaking when Jiang Cheng crashed down on him, kissing him with a hunger that scorched all of Jingyi’s insides, that had him gasping and pulling Jiang Cheng up to meet his mouth. They kissed like it was the only thing they could remember, pulling apart just so Jingyi could stretch out in Jiang Cheng’s lap some more.

“Get up,” Jiang Cheng muttered harshly and out of breath, his fingers already twisting around Jingyi's biceps, pulling him off. “Turn around, get on the desk. Kneel.”

Jingyi felt like someone had ignited fireworks beneath his skin and barely found the time to process the words before he was maneuvered around onto the table's wooden surface. His legs knocked against the furniture with a pang, but all Jingyi could feel was the way his cock twitched against his stomach, his thighs automatically falling apart once Jiang Cheng had hauled him into a kneeling position, ass propped up in the air and face pressed against the cool, smooth desk.

He knew what he looked like in that moment, needy and writhing, but somehow that only served to fan the fireworks underneath his skin into a spark, a kindling flame. He whined, then jerked forward when he felt Jiang Cheng palm his cheeks roughly, pulling them apart before he leaned in to lick a slow stripe across Jingyi’s quivering rim. And again, not stopping, holding him in place with unyielding strength as he pushed his tongue inside repeatedly before latching his entire mouth onto the sensitive skin, sucking hard.

Jingyi cursed under his breath and felt his face growing hot against the crook of his arm. Unable to stop himself from pushing back until that hot, wet part of Jiang Cheng fucked into him, he groaned with every swipe of Jiang Cheng's tongue, every greedy kiss, every rough pull on his ass cheeks in an attempt to spread him out wider, lewder.

It didn't take long for Jiang Cheng to get Jingyi all loose and slick. He kept alternating between long swipes with the flat of his tongue and pushing it all the way inside, leaving Jingyi breathless and needy for more. Jiang Cheng’s lips were warm and wet and soon Jingyi was moaning into the wooden surface of the desk, his flailing limbs sending papers scattering onto the floor. They somehow found an erratic rhythm, their bodies swinging and falling into each other, and Jiang Cheng's heavy weight leaning into Jingyi until Jingyi’s knees were sore.

For a moment everything seemed to narrow down to the thrust and rut of their bodies, Jingyi's toes digging into the fabric of Jiang Cheng's shirt, and Jiang Cheng’s face tucked into the crack of Jingyi’s ass and licking away at the slick skin.

Jingyi didn't know how much he had been aching to be filled up until he felt the pinch of Jiang Cheng's thumb pressing against his twitching hole, sinking in to the first knuckle, and deeper once encouraged by Jingyi’s eager whimpering.

A strangled moan fell from Jiang Cheng's mouth as he kept rocking into Jingyi. His tongue was still licking around the pink rim, keeping it wet and sloppy while searching for that one spot he knew would make Jingyi beg and mewl. He knew he'd found it when Jingyi's body jerked upwards, head rearing up on a stifled moan, and his body frantically scrambling to get closer towards the sensation, wordlessly urging for Jiang Cheng to do it again, harder this time.

Jiang Cheng's fingers pulled out with a wet sound, his satisfied little sneer drowned out by Jingyi groaning his disappointment.

"You're cruel," Jingyi wheezed, feeling empty and loose and helplessly needy, his body still brimming with the zinging white pleasure he had been chasing mere seconds ago.

Jiang Cheng's usual scowl was mellowed by the tense lines of a smug, conceited grin, and leaning back he watched Jingyi turn around without being prompted. With some difficulty, Jingyi managed to clamber back into Jiang Cheng's lap and once seated went straight for the straining bulge between Jiang Cheng's thighs. Jingyi unbuttoned the slacks with shaking fingers, and wrenched the hard length out from underneath a pair of expensive looking boxer briefs, swallowing hard at the sight of Jiang Cheng’s thick cock, the leaking pink tip. He grabbed the condom Jiang Cheng handed him wordlessly, and struggled it on, thankfully without tearing the material, or losing his grip. Once he was done, his fingers stilled against the rippling muscle of Jiang Cheng’s thighs. 

“What are you waiting for?” Jiang Cheng said into the expectant silence, sounding amused. “You wanted my cock; well here it is. You know what to do with it, so get to work.”

Jingyi blinked as he let the words sink in before nodding slowly. He reached for Jiang Cheng’s cock, flustered and determined, and sliding his fingers around the base he twisted lightly, holding it steady as he hoisted himself upward until he could line up the hot, flushed tip with his slick rim. Hovering briefly midair, he managed to set it just right, and once he lowered himself down he felt the angle adding the perfect amount of pressure for Jiang Cheng’s cock to sink it. It took a few rocks of Jingyi’s body to stretch himself open just a little more around the thick tip of Jiang Cheng’s cock, before he slid down deeper, going fast enough to draw a string of harsh curses from his own lips until he could feel the heat of Jiang Cheng’s skin brush against the back of his thighs. Jiang Cheng’s hands fell to Jingyi’s hips, but instead of using their bruising grip to establish a rough, frenzied pace, he let them rest there, warm and steady.

Stopping momentarily to adjust, Jingyi dropped his head forward. His lips found a stretch of delicate skin just below Jiang Cheng’s collar and without thinking he opened his mouth to press a row of hot, wet kisses there. Jiang Cheng bit out a stifled moan, shuddering at the sensation of teeth scraping where soft lips had teased moments ago. Encouraged, and with the enthusiasm of an eager learner, Jingyi bit a harsh, red bruise into the skin above Jiang Cheng’s collarbone and once finished he leaned back. The result was a beautiful bruise, stark and angry, and the shape of Jingyi’s mouth. A mark. It was mirrored by the ones blooming on the skin across Jingyi’s own neck, and he took a moment to watch in silence, awed, before pulling back.

Jingyi took the final few inches of Jiang Cheng with a shudder, and once he was firmly seated in Jiang Cheng’s lap, Jiang Cheng let out a groan. It was impressive how snugly the thick girth of his cock fit inside Jingyi, stretching him thoroughly, and Jingyi made a soft noise once he tried for an experimental drag upwards. His body curled into the motion, hands finding purchase on Jiang Cheng’s chest, and ignoring the strain inside his trembling thighs he did it again. Again. And again, until the drag of Jiang Cheng’s length sparked such feverish pleasure inside him he felt like every nerve ending was ignited. 

The next drop was a little harsher, the impact that much more stimulating, and Jingyi felt overwhelmed with the sensation of being so full, stretched wide, he almost forgot to keep quiet. With exhaustion already etched into his muscles, Jingyi let himself fall forward, bracing the weight of his aching body against Jiang Cheng’s shoulders before he started to fuck himself on the enormous length of Jiang Cheng’s cock in earnest. 

“Fuck,” he moaned into the silence of the cramped office, and again “fuck, Jiang Cheng,” as he slammed down hard enough to make himself see stars. He could feel his own dick seize up with the pleasure of being fucked open, fucked senseless, in the sharp, dizzying pace he set, and keened when Jiang Cheng’s fingers held on a little tighter. 

"Feels so good," Jingyi moaned, and Jiang Cheng seemed to agree, groaning appreciatively with every slow drag up, every feverish, unashamed slap of skin against skin once Jingyi pressed down again. When Jingyi glanced down from where he was bracing himself on Jiang Cheng’s cock, he found Jiang Cheng watching his every movement, eyes unblinking and observing with an intensity that made Jingyi’s hips stutter, his mouth falling open around a moan.

"Like that?" he asked and his voice sounded bold, unabashed.  "Like how tight I am for you?"

The corners of Jiang Cheng’s mouth twitched, and he took it upon himself to shift beneath Jingyi, pushing upward in a single, forceful thrust that winded Jingyi, leaving him wheezing. It was a hard slap, meant to knock all cockiness out of Jingyi, and when the sharp, stinging sensation mellowed into a sated tingle inside Jingyi, Jiang Cheng grinned, satisfied with the result. 

With the current pace being picked up by Jiang Cheng’s calculated shove, Jingyi knew he wouldn’t last long despite the grim determination of wanting to give Jiang Cheng what he needed. When he pulled up next, he managed to change the angle, turning it narrower, and Jiang Cheng seemed appreciative of the sensation of an even tighter, slicker hole stretching greedily around his cock when Jingyi slid down again. 

Jiang Cheng grunted, fingers pressing down hard against the soft flesh of Jingyi’s waist, and for a brief moment it seemed like Jiang Cheng was compelled to keep him steady, overwhelmed with how tight Jingyi was around him. His brows were furrowed in utter concentration, and only when the feeling seemed to stave off did he guide Jingyi down again, leaving him to work himself stupid around the thick, pulsing length inside his ass. 

Jiang Cheng came with a low moan after a few more thrusts, head falling against the backrest of the chair. His eyes were squeezed shut, but Jingyi recognized the way his jaw slackened, the furrowed lines across his forehead smoothing out as he spilled into the condom, cock buried deep inside Jingyi. Unthinking, Jingyi unclenched his fingers enough to rub Jiang Cheng’s shoulders, encouraging him wordlessly until Jiang Cheng shoved all the way in, hips tilted upwards until the tip of his cock grazed Jingyi’s prostate once, twice. Jingyi slumped forward at the sensation, yelping into the fabric across Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, and pulled up enough to move with Jiang Cheng’s shallow thrusts, slamming down hard enough to make the chair beneath them creak with their combined weight before coming untouched and in a shudder of broken moans. His cock twitched into the tight space between them, sputtering warm, sticky come all over the pristine material of Jiang Cheng’s shirt, and the words that fell from his lips were unashamed, unacknowledged, and meant only for Jiang Cheng’s ears. He tried to clamp down on the thick length inside his ass, mewling quietly when Jiang Cheng shifted underneath him, pulling him off his softening cock too soon, before sitting him down onto the cool, unyielding surface of the desk in front of him. 

“You ruined my shirt,” Jiang Cheng remarked into the silence, voice louder than Jingyi’s harsh panting. 

Jingyi managed to grin weakly. “Remind me to send you a cheque for the dry cleaners,” he said, swaying forward with the dizzying feeling of being fucked out, boneless and sated. “I know a real good, cheap one near campus.”

Jiang Cheng voiced his disapproval wordlessly, and after tucking his cock back into his pants, yanking the zipper up, he bent down to gather Jingyi’s clothes up from where he had dropped them headlessly on the floor. The way he pushed them into the faint cradle of Jingyi’s arms was unceremonious, and Jingyi quickly got the message. With a sigh, he hopped off the desk. 

“Hey, so, I actually came here for a reason,” he said as he tried to steady himself against the bookshelf before slipping into his jeans, his shoes soon to follow. 

Jiang Cheng looked puzzled, and Jingyi laughed. “Well, other than just a mindblowing fuck,” he clarified and felt a little off-kilter once he had struggled into his hoodie. 

“I came to say thank you. For earlier. It’s not every day that people get the help they need, and I’m grateful for your efforts towards my situation. It means a lot.”

Jiang Cheng shrugged. “It’s my job, Jingyi,” he said nonchalantly, scrubbing a hand down the side of his face where the skin was still flushed with exertion. 

“Duh,” Jingyi said, unfazed by the clumsy rejection in Jiang Cheng’s words. “But I figured I’d say thank you anyway, you know. Just to be sure.” 

He couldn’t bite back a grin, and grabbing the backpack he had so carelessly discarded earlier, he watched Jiang Cheng’s expression turn a little less sour, the tense line of his shoulders slackening. 

“Right, tomorrow then?” he asked once he had turned to unlock the door. “Ten, was it?”

Jiang Cheng’s nod was curt, and he didn’t move from where he was still firmly seated behind his desk.

“See you in a couple hours,” Jingyi called out. “You should take me for breakfast after.” He didn’t expect a reply, and instead slipped out of the office, but not before shooting Jiang Cheng a wink. He was rewarded with an exasperated scowl, and with a spring in his step he made his way towards the exit. 

Jingyi felt his phone vibrate against his thigh just as he was about to chain up his bike outside the lecture hall, and furrowing his brow he dug it out of his pocket, checking the display. A smile crept onto his face once he identified the caller, and sliding his thumb across the display he exclaimed “Sizhui!”

“Hey sprout,” Sizhui replied. “How did the meeting go?”

Clicking the lock into place, Jingyi shoved the phone in between his shoulder and cheek as he leaned back into the shelter of the overhang in an attempt to avoid the spitting rain. “Good,” he said, scratching his neck. “Awkward.” 

Sizhui laughed. “That bad? A-Ling’s uncle try to angry murder you with his aggressive stare?”

“No, he was fine. Miserable as per usual, but fine,” Jingyi said, and felt a tug of frustration at having to judge Jiang Cheng so harshly for the sake of cover-up when he had been nothing but helpful in the matter of Jingyi’s apartment. “I guess it’s just embarrassing to have strangers tour your home and scrutinize everything they find therein.”

The line crackled, and Sizhui yawned. “That does sound sufficiently humiliating. What’s next for you now? I Imagine the health inspector will write a report?”

Jingyi nodded before he remembered that Sizhui couldn’t see him. “Yeah, she said she’d be quick to submit before the deadline for the supposed eviction date rolls around. With all the mold and broken windows, she’s sure it’ll go through fast and hopefully I’ll get some results by the end of tomorrow.”

“That’s really fast,” Sizhui said, amazed. “What about the leaking sink? And did you show them the crack in the wall behind your wardrobe?”

“Yes, mom,” Jingyi said, laughing when he heard Sizhui grumble. “Jiang Cheng is convinced the damage is substantial enough to warrant a legal complaint besides resisting the eviction.  According to him, I could claim compensation for the state the building has been left in for far too long.” 

Sizhui’s voice sounded a bit muffled when he said “Or you could just move out and live with me for a while like I offered multiple times in the past.” 

“It’s not the same, Sizhui.” Jingyi said and felt the familiar sting of regret at having to disappoint his friend’s expectations. “It’s my home we’re talking about, and I love living there. It’s my first place of my own, and no amount of black mold and leaking ceilings will diminish that for me. I might sound unreasonable, and sooner or later I will have to move out regardless of emotional attachment, but right now I don’t feel ready to leave yet.” 

Sizhui seemed to contemplate his words for a moment, then said, “I just don’t want you to feel like you don’t have a choice.” 

Jingyi felt his lips tug into a small smile. “I know I can always come over and hog your abominably tiny pull-out couch, Sizhui. And I will once the mold starts greeting me in an entirely unnecessarily high-pitched voice.”

Sizhui huffed out a laugh. “Good. Then I only have one more question: Did you or did you not take down that embarrassing photograph of me in a dumpling costume at that Halloween party two years ago before you paraded Jin Ling’s uncle through your apartment?”

Now it was Jingyi’s turn to laugh. “I think you already know the answer.”

Cursing under his breath, Sizhui was about to hang up in a fit of awkward laughter, when Jingyi piped up again. “Hey, so you know Ling-er’s uncle?”

“Met him a couple times, yeah. What about him?” 

Jingyi busied himself by drawing uneven patterns in the mud with the tip of his trainers to dispel the nervous energy. “You think he’s nice?” 

“A little uptight, if you ask me, although A-Ling keeps insisting he’s actually a decent person underneath all this miserable, broody attitude.” Sizhui said, sounding contemplative. 

“I think the term you’re looking for is emotionally constipated,” Jingyi said, laughing a little despite the dull thrum of uncertainty beneath his skin. He listened to Sizhui cackle, too, before pushing himself off the bike rack. 

“Any particular reason you’re asking?” Sizhui said after he had caught his breath again. “He didn’t say anything mean to you, did he?” 

Walking out into the cold spray of the rain, Jingyi shrugged. “No, no, he really was fine. Just a bit—”

“Much.”

“Yeah, that.” Jingyi said as he was trudging towards the lecture hall. “Right, gotta go. Mr M.’s class about to start soon and I’m sure he can’t wait to kick my unprepared ass.” 

“Alright sprout, see you later for game night,” Sizhui said, and Jingyi could hear him fumble with the phone before the line went silent. Right, game night. He had almost forgotten about that. Making a mental note, Jingyi went to check the time before hurrying inside, already late as it was. 

Two days later, Jiang Cheng picked up after the third ring, and his words were just as clipped over the phone as they were in person. 

“I got a letter in the mailbox this morning,” Jingyi said, sounding giddy with excitement. “They say I can keep my apartment, and the eviction notice is unlawful.”

Jiang Cheng snorted. “Damn right it is.”

“With the building being in such a state of disrepair, I’m also entitled to compensation until the issues are fixed, apparently. I’m set for an appointment with my landlord tomorrow to discuss further details, but it seems they’re taking care of the hole in the roof as we speak.”

There was some shuffling at the other end of the line, and through the static Jingyi heard the soft, even fall of Jiang Cheng’s breath. Jingyi had to stop his heart from jumping into his throat by pressing a hand to the centre of his chest. 

“Feel like celebrating later?” he asked, feeling lightheaded and euphoric all at once. “I could bring a bottle of champagne to yours and—”

“I’m busy tonight,” Jiang Cheng cut in, and Jingyi could practically hear him frown. “I’ve got a client waiting for me. Call the office some time next week and let my secretary jot down the details of the agreement with your landlord.”

Jingyi was about to say his goodbyes, but the line went dead with a click and Jingyi was left wondering, a thoughtful expression slotting into place as he made his way across campus. So what if Jiang Cheng wasn’t interested in celebrating? It wasn’t like he was short on friends, and Jin Ling would surely appreciate an invitation to get hammered with him. Jingyi pushed the door to the lecture hall open with a sigh, and once he had managed to claim a seat by the window, he plopped down, head falling against the tabletop as he allowed himself to briefly mourn the prospect of a good, hard fuck for the night. 

The sun was about to dip below the horizon when Jingyi stepped into the golden glow of a clear, cool evening. Shadows were hitting the ground in low angles, and the majority of the students that hadn’t already left campus were streaming towards the cafeteria. The parking lot was unusually vacant when Jingyi made his way towards the bike rack, and it wasn’t hard for him to spot the familiar black lexus amidst the sea of scrap metal. It was parked nearby, and Jiang Cheng was leaning casually against the driver’s side, wearing a suit and tie and a menacing scowl underneath a pair of ridiculously fancy Ray Bans. His hair was pulled into a tight knot, and the arms that had come to cross across his chest twitched slightly at the sight of Jingyi. 

“Need a ride?” he said as soon as Jingyi was close enough, and didn’t stick around for a reply before slipping behind the steering wheel, waiting. 

Jingyi couldn’t bite back the smile that spread across his face, and was sure he rounded the car in record time before flopping into the passenger seat next to Jiang Cheng, pulling the door shut. 

He opened his mouth for mindless chatter, but surprisingly Jiang Cheng beat him to it. “There’s some take-away on the seat behind you if you’re hungry,” he said quietly as he started the car, pulling out of the parking lot. “Put your seatbelt on, we’re going to my place.”

“I see you’ve changed your mind,” Jingyi said as he did as he was told. “Was it the offer of my company, or the champagne? ‘Cause if you’re gonna say the latter I’m afraid I have to disappoint you before we even get this party started.”

Jiang Cheng shrugged. “If I wanted to get drunk I would’ve dropped by a bar, not the university parking lot.” He sounded angrier than usual, pensive, and Jingyi kept his thoughts to himself as he leaned back into the seat, grinning widely. 

After a short, uneventful ride uphill, they arrived at Jiang Cheng’s house just as Jingyi finished the last egg roll he had found whilst digging through the bags of delicately wrapped take-away meals. The food had been fresh and well seasoned, and Jingyi felt his stomach settle comfortably as he trailed after Jiang Cheng towards the house. 

There was a pull inside his chest, sharp and distinct, and he felt a little lightheaded at the sight of Jiang Cheng’s broad form climbing the stairs in front of him, shoving the door open. Last time he had entered the cool silence of this hallway, he had found himself sprawled across the kitchen island moments later, legs spread and face shoved against the wooden surface of the counter. Something in the way Jiang Cheng glared at him told him he was in great danger of being fucked again, although this time felt different somehow, raw, as if a guard had been shed between them. 

Jingyi kicked his shoes off before shuffling inside, dropping his backpack by the coat rack. “I never gave you that money for the dry cleaner,” he said once he decided he had enough of the expectant, heavy silence between them.

Jiang Cheng paused halfway through shrugging out of his suit jacket, and leveled Jingyi with a disregarding glance. “I’d rather you keep the money,” he bit out, flipping the light switch to illuminate the hallway in a warm glow. 

There was a breathless pause between them and Jingyi felt a shred of uncertainty slip through the cracks, an unpleasant thrill of anxiety, misplaced and unwanted. He wouldn’t allow his hands to fiddle with the hem of his hoodie, but couldn’t stop his feet from shuffling against the polished tiles until his chest felt constricted. 

“Jiang Cheng, I—” he blurted out, unthinking, and not knowing how to finish either, he closed the distance between them with a few, wobbly steps until there was barely an inch between their bodies. The smell of expensive cologne that was clinging to the lapel of Jiang Cheng’s suit jacket was intoxicating, and Jingyi felt himself sway forward, body gravitating towards Jiang Cheng with shocking predictability. He was acutely aware of the irregular rise and fall of Jiang Cheng’s chest, and when he lifted his hand to brush his fingers lightly across the triangle of exposed skin just above the collar of Jiang Cheng’s pristinely pressed shirt, he could feel it, too. 

“What am I supposed to do with you?” Jiang Cheng pressed out between gritted teeth, exasperated, oddly tender, as he caught Jingyi’s wrist between his fingers. His eyes seemed to trace the curve of Jingyi’s face, down the column of his throat until his gaze settled on the soft skin below, reddened still by fading bruises. 

“You could kiss me,” Jingyi replied with a grin. “How’s that for a start?”

Jiang Cheng grunted, reaching out to press his thumb into the dip between Jingyi’s collarbones, holding him steady. He seemed to contemplate his next move, and let his fingers drag through the spill of Jingyi’s hair, until he seemed to come to a decision. Jiang Cheng’s body was warm when he bent down to catch Jingyi’s lips in a bruising kiss, teeth clacking and mouths shoving together, unyielding and possessive. 

Jingyi’s mouth fell open on a gasp, and he let Jiang Cheng lick between his lips in broad, sure swipes until he was lightheaded and needy. There was a distracting press of insistent fingers around his waist, and even lower, and when Jiang Cheng broke their feverish kiss, he ducked down until his shoulders bumped against the planes of Jingyi’s stomach. 

Jiang Cheng picked Jingyi up with infuriating nonchalance, and once he had hoisted Jingyi high enough to throw him across his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, he walked them straight into the bedroom. 

After Jiang Cheng had dropped Jingyi unceremoniously onto the mattress, their clothes came off in a frenzied blur, hands gripping and pulling rough enough to tear the faded fabric of Jingyi’s shirt. The buttons on Jiang Cheng’s shirt strained under the drag of Jingyi’s hands, and once they were naked in front of each other, Jiang Cheng didn’t hesitate to crash their mouths together, shoving Jingyi roughly onto his back. 

Jingyi boisterously grabbed handfuls of skin and hair, moaning, body arching into the heavy weight above him, unable to keep his fingers from mapping out the stretch of Jiang Cheng’s chest, learning the dip of his waist. It was the first time Jingyi actually had the chance to see Jiang Cheng naked—naked and all for himself in the cone of yellow light filtering in from the hallway. He paused briefly to appreciate the view, the defined lines of his impressive chest, his sturdy form and the path of dark hair that trailed south from his navel, all the way down to where his cock jutted out proudly. Jiang Cheng was broad and tall and felt hysterically good, unbelievably real against Jingyi’s flushed skin. 

It was probably a terrible waste, Jingyi thought to himself, that they had a proper bed and all evening to get it fucking on and yet seemed hellbent on edging each other into a frenzied rut. But once they were naked and their cocks lay between them, hard and needy, all he wanted was for Jiang Cheng to straight up fuck him—no blowjobs, no rimjobs, no stretching. He had been aching for it all day—all week, really, but he kept that to himself—and with a strangled moan he struggled up onto his elbows to reach for his jeans and fish a handful of lubricated condoms out of his pocket. 

“Someone’s impatient,” Jiang Cheng remarked as he watched Jingyi and only narrowly avoided a jab in the ribs. 

“Shut up,” Jingyi giggled and tilted his face up until Jiang Cheng pressed a hard, unyielding kiss to his mouth. It drew an eager moan out of Jingyi’s chest, leaving him breathless at the sensation of Jiang Cheng dragging his open mouth along his jawline. Whimpering, Jingyi shifted until he could line up their cocks, cradling them with both his hands and giving them a tight stroke. 

“Fuck,” Jiang Cheng blurted out. The hand that had been twisted in Jingyi’s hair came loose, and he used it to push Jingyi down onto the mattress instead, rolling on top of him until the bulk of his body was covering Jingyi in its entirety.

“Slow down,” he growled. A warning. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Hearing Jiang Cheng—with all his poise and the carefully conjured, aloof exterior—admit to that felt like a victory, and Jingyi couldn’t help but be smug about it.

“Get on it, then. C’mon, fuck me.”

Jiang Cheng snorted derisively, but Jingyi was already working himself up from underneath him. It took some considerate strength to nudge Jiang Cheng’s weight off him, but once able to move he dropped to his hands and knees, ass obscenely spread and on display for Jiang Cheng to see. He propped himself up on the single pillow he gathered from the mattress, and turned to shoot Jiang Cheng a lopsided smile. 

“Please,” he whined and threw his head back, watching Jiang Cheng from the corners of his eyes as he knelt down behind him. He was holding a condom in his hand, struggling with the foil before finally wrangling it free and glancing over at Jingyi. 

“Jingyi,” Jiang Cheng murmured as he leaned in, pressing a row of harsh, stinging kisses down Jingyi’s spine. Jiang Cheng’s cock was leaking with pre-come, ready to fuck into Jingyi’s tight ass, and it took him longer than Jingyi was willing to wait to wrestle the condom around the thick girth of his cock.

Jingyi did try to come up with a witty line to fill the upcoming silence, but all he could see and think of was the beast of a man kneeling behind him, cock hard and pulsing and lips wet from the kisses they shared.

Jiang Cheng took his sweet time rubbing the tip of his cock against Jingyi’s ass, down his crack to where his balls hung heavy between his thighs and all the way up again. He spread Jingyi’s legs wide so he could get comfortable between them, thumbed the pink rim of Jingyi’s hole until the need to come crescendoed through Jingyi's body, threatening to make him lose his mind or his dignity incredibly soon.

“You look like a fucking porn star,” Jiang Cheng huffed out when Jingyi reared up impatiently, hair falling across the dip between his shoulder blades before cascading down his spine. 

“Yeah?” Jingyi's reply came out as a grunt, his throat working around moans that were too loud, too wild, unashamed. “Good.”

Jiang Cheng huffed out a small laugh, but was left a little breathless when the tip of his cock caught momentarily at the rim of Jingyi’s asshole, sparking pleasure, and he hurried to catch it in a steadying grip before he slowly, deliberately pushed in.

“Fuck, Jingyi, you're tight,” Jiang Cheng muttered and it sounded tense, angry, as if the lack of preparation infuriated his temper. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then make me loose,” Jingyi wheezed, his thighs trembling in anxious anticipation and he attempted to breathe through the burning sensation of Jiang Cheng’s tremendous girth pushing into him. “C'mon, get inside me.”  

Bracing himself against the mattress, he pushed back against the steady pressure, letting Jiang Cheng's cock sink in deeper, groaning obscenely at the unbelievable pleasure it sparked within him.

“Greedy,” Jiang Cheng chided, fingers digging into the skin of Jingyi’s hips where he held him steady. He was shaking with the effort it took to exercise restraint, and slowly he fed his thick cock into the slick heat of Jingyi's ass in shallow thrusts, inch by inch until he was all bottomed out and his thighs pressed against Jingyi’s ass cheeks. 

Jiang Cheng paused briefly to shift his grip a little higher until he could splay his palms across Jingyi’s spine, his fingers digging into the tense lines they found there until they mellowed out. 

 “Move,” Jingyi mewled softly, arms giving out just a little bit at the feeling of Jiang Cheng’s teeth scraping across his shoulder blades, biting down with intent. 

The angle Jiang Cheng’s shift allowed made his cock graze against the slick wall inside Jingyi as he drew back, moving with agonizing languidness. He seemed tense, distracted, and only when Jingyi huffed, “Come on, I’m not gonna break,” did Jiang Cheng get the message.

With a moan he pulled out enough to make Jingyi groan in disappointment, his rim fluttering in an empty ache, before shoving his cock in again. It took them a few, hard thrusts to find their rhythm, but once they did, Jiang Cheng let his hips snap forward forcefully, erratically, fucking deep and hard into the slick, tight heat he found between Jingyi’s ass cheeks. With the lack of stretching, Jingyi felt like he was about to tear apart with the size of Jiang Cheng’s cock, the weight of his body as he drove him into the mattress with the short, sharp thrust of his hips.

Jiang Cheng fucked into Jingyi with uninhibited enthusiasm, greedily taking his pleasure and giving as much of the same as his momentum shook Jingyi’s body one brash thrust after another. At some point he bent down enough so he could curl one hand loosely around Jingyi’s throbbing cock, jerking him roughly and at a steady pace, so hell-bent on making Jingyi scream. And when he finally found that sweet spot—the one that sparked bliss and stinging pleasure between his thighs and pulled a string of shameless, needy pleas from his chest—he kept at it, cock sliding forward until Jingyi thought he would break under the pressure, the sensation of Jiang Cheng’s nails raking down his flanks, his mouth sucking angry, red marks into the skin between his shoulder blades.

The springs of the bed creaked beneath them and the sheets got bundled and scuffed up beneath Jingyi’s flailing limbs, the weight of Jiang Cheng’s bulk making the mattress dip severely. Jiang Cheng proceeded to fuck Jingyi into oblivion and Jingyi shoved back into every thrust just as greedily, screaming for more until he finally felt the pull and tear of his orgasm crescendo through him. His moans turned to whimpers as he suddenly, shockingly, came all over Jiang Cheng's hand.

Jiang Cheng kept his steady rhythm and didn’t cease once he felt Jingyi’s come spurt into his palm, sliding across his fingers. Instead he pulled him rougher, jerked him harder, until overstimulation made Jingyi cry out into the tight, stifled air. 

With his body trapped between the mattress and the heavy bulk of Jiang Cheng’s chest, Jingyi failed to squirm away, and the ragged gasps of breath that fell from his lips came to a stuttering halt when he felt Jiang Cheng spill into the condom seconds later, buried deep inside Jingyi and his face hidden somewhere between Jingyi’s shoulder blades. Lazily, he kept fucking into Jingyi for a few more thrusts until it became too much, and he stilled inside Jingyi's sore ass.

The silence that spread was content and filled with their heavy breathing. Jiang Cheng collapsed on top of Jingyi and they both huffed out a small, ragged laugh.

“Okay?” Jiang Cheng whispered into the hot skin of Jingyi's neck, fingers somewhat loosening their bruising grip around Jingyi’s hips, along his spine.

Jingyi nodded. “Yeah.” he said, sounding faint. “Can we stay like this for a moment?”

Jiang Cheng huffed in response. He shifted some of his weight to the side, relieving the pressure on Jingyi’s back but never losing contact as their shoulders knocked together. Judging by the sounds, Jiang Cheng slipped off the condom, sealing it off with a knot and flinging it across the room into a trash can by the door before he settled again.

Jingyi waited until the world stopped spinning in front of his eyes before he eventually shuffled onto his side, propping his face up on his elbow. Jiang Cheng was lying on his stomach, face buried into the crook of his arm and breathing heavily. His hair had come loose, tie lost somewhere between the disarrayed sheets, and the black strands grazed the skin of his shoulders in a whisper. 

“I didn’t know you had a tattoo,” Jingyi blurted out as he spotted the design across the span of Jiang Cheng’s back for the first time. It was big, delicate lines running beneath Jiang Cheng’s skin, crossing and fanning out across his shoulder blades. 

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” came the muffled reply from where Jiang Cheng’s face lay hidden.

Jingyi laughed. “Yeah, I’m getting the same idea.” he said, and shuffled a little closer before carefully reaching for the tattoo. He fully expected Jiang Cheng to recoil, or pull away until he was out of reach. Instead Jiang Cheng stayed perfectly still and let the tip of Jingyi’s finger trace the intricate lines of crackling lightning that criss-crossed along his ribs, up to the small of his back where they unfurled into a lotus blossom. A fierce looking viper coiled tightly above the flower and along Jiang Cheng’s spine, fangs bared, with the same lightning winding around its sleek body. 

“How long have you had it for?” Jingyi asked quietly with his fingers lingering on the viper’s head, pressing gently between its striking eyes. 

“Twelve years. I got it done after my parents died,” Jiang Cheng replied nonchalantly. 

“Oh,” Jingyi gasped softly, and because he didn’t know what else to say he added “I’m sorry about your parents.” 

Jiang Cheng shrugged. “My mother would hate it. She was a very fierce, disapproving woman. If she knew I let someone poke me with a needle for ten hours just to fork over a fortune afterward she’d slap me from the afterlife.” 

“What about your dad?” 

The broad line of Jiang Cheng’s shoulders tensed visibly. “What about him?”

“Would he hate it, too? The tattoo I mean?” Jingyi made an effort to keep his voice quiet, gentle, his fingers trailing down to where the lotus flower blossomed in its dazzling beauty. 

Jiang Cheng shifted a little beneath Jingyi’s touch, his head coming up so he could let out a long breath. “My father was never one for strong opinions.”

Jingyi nodded. With his palm resting against the blossom, his eyes could still trace the zig-zag pattern of the forked lightning. The lines were shaded in an understated purple, and bright, white highlights created the illusion of whirring electricity. 

“It’s beautiful,” Jingyi said, awestruck as he followed the intricate linework with the pad of his thumb. “It’s big.”

Jiang Cheng huffed out a breathless laugh. “I’m pretty sure you can’t see my cock in this position.” 

Jingyi blinked owlishly, once, twice, before Jiang Cheng’s comment sunk in and he almost doubled over. “Did you just make a joke?” he blurted out, his body vibrating with mirth against Jiang Cheng. “You did. Jiang Cheng made a joke, ladies and gentlemen. Let it be known—”

“Alright, alright, shut up,” Jiang Cheng grumbled, and reached out to grab Jingyi by the back of his neck, pulling him down. The kiss was warm and lazy, and Jingyi shuddered with the earnest intensity of it, moaning softly. Jiang Cheng’s hand found its way into the disheveled mess of Jingyi’s hair, and when he rolled onto his back Jingyi was dragged along until he was sprawled on top of Jiang Cheng, legs knocking together. 

“I could get used to this,” Jingyi sighed once they pulled apart. He could feel the heavy rise and fall of Jiang Cheng’s chest underneath him, and when his head fell forward and into the crook of Jiang Cheng’s neck it was like coming home. 

“Don’t,” Jiang Cheng said, but it didn’t sound like he meant it. “You’re far too heavy to be falling asleep on me.” 

Jingyi snorted his disagreement, and with his limbs growing heavy from their previous activities, he fell still and silent, his arms draped around Jiang Cheng’s neck and their legs tangling together. To his surprise, Jiang Cheng didn’t protest, only growled quietly. It seemed he had made peace with the fact that at least for tonight, Jingyi wasn’t going anywhere, so he blindly fumbled for the covers before pulling them over their rapidly cooling bodies.

Once they were wrapped up warm, Jiang Cheng’s fingers trailed a path across Jingyi’s skin, down the swell of his ass, where they found the red, puffy rim of his hole, used and swollen. He briefly thumbed along the rim, making Jingyi shudder, before he slipped a finger into his loose hole. He found a slow, lazy rhythm to finger Jingyi in, made sure to keep his thrusts shallow, only occasionally plunging deep enough to nudge the spot where Jingyi was neediest, making him tremble with exhaustion and spikes of aching pleasure.

They breathed raggedly into the silence, filling it with the wet sounds Jiang Cheng’s fingers stirred inside Jingyi’s stretched hole. Quiet whimpers fell from Jingyi’s lips, sated and warm, and the hand that wasn’t currently fucking Jingyi at a slow pace was still resting comfortingly in the back of Jingyi’s neck, thumbs brushing gently across the delicate skin he found there.

Eventually, exhaustion dragged Jingyi under despite the aching, delicate bliss Jiang Cheng coaxed into existence with his slow, steady thrusts, and chasing Jiang Cheng’s spicy scent between the pillow folds he let the world around him fall into blackness. 

•-•-•

Jingyi woke too soon, too early, and with his arm numbed by the weight of Jiang Cheng’s head. His face lay pressed against the warmth of Jingyi’s skin, and with his jaw slackened by the comfort of sleep, he looked peaceful, unguarded. Jingyi resisted the urge to press a row of soft, tickling kisses across the bridge of Jiang Cheng’s nose, instead untangling himself delicately from where his limbs had rested entwined with Jiang Cheng’s. 

He slipped out from under the covers and into yesterday’s briefs and threw one last, wistful glance over his shoulder towards the sleeping Jiang Cheng, before he slipped into the cool half-light of the hallway. 

He padded into the kitchen on bare feet, and once he had sifted through the cupboards, the fridge, the drawers below the stove, he started to work towards curbing the gnawing hunger inside his stomach. Despite the lack of coordination and familiarity of the kitchen, Jingyi worked with enthusiasm, and hummed merrily along the tune in his head while he watched scrambled eggs take shape in the pan, steamed vegetables already waiting in a bowl by the sink. The smell of toasted bread wafted over from the counter, and Jingyi was about to flip the contents of the pan onto two plates when he heard shuffling behind him, followed by a low grunt. 

“You’re awake,” Jingyi exclaimed as he turned to find Jiang Cheng dropping into a bar stool by the kitchen island. He was buck naked, adorably bleary-eyed, and just about to scrub a hand down his face in an attempt to chase away the remnants of his slumber. 

Without being pulled into a neatly arranged knot, Jiang Cheng’s hair fell in soft lines around his face, black and glossy, and Jingyi wanted to press his face into it, card his fingers through the wispy tips to feel them tingle against the skin of his palm. 

“You’re up early,” Jiang Cheng remarked. “Got anywhere to be?” 

“I have an appointment with my landlord later, remember?” Jingyi said, scraping the spatula against the bottom of the pan to prevent their breakfast from burning to a crisp. “I was hoping you’d come along and stare at him menacingly. I heard you’re exceptionally great at that.” 

Jiang Cheng remained silent at the proposition, brows drawing together to form a steep crease above the bridge of his nose. He seemed almost startled by Jingyi’s presence inside his kitchen, and blinked slowly when Jingyi placed a plate in front of him on the kitchen island. 

“I was debating with myself if you’d prefer your eggs sunny side up or over easy, but then it hit me: you’re a scrambled eggs kinda guy, I’m pretty sure,” he declared, unfazed by Jiang Cheng’s stoic conviction to seemingly keep Jingyi at an arm’s length. 

Jiang Cheng’s lips pulled into a thin line as he regarded the neat display of assorted breakfast foods in front of him. “Neither,” he said slowly, drawing Jingyi’s attention away from the spectacle of the bunching muscles across his chest. “I don’t like eggs.” 

Pouting, Jingyi rounded the kitchen island until he came face to face with the striking sight of all of Jiang Cheng’s naked glory. He looked unashamed in his leisurely perch on the bar stool, confident and so sure of himself it sent a hot thrill through Jingyi. 

“Why did I waste all morning cooking breakfast for you then?” he said, grinning at the sight of Jiang Cheng’s exasperated eye roll. “Are you planning on going hungry?” 

Jingyi was baiting him, and he fully expected for Jiang Cheng to bat the comment aside and remain stoically silent until Jingyi eventually grew tired of waiting and changed the topic. 

“I could just eat your ass instead,” Jiang Cheng said against all expectations and with the corners of his mouth ticking upward, almost smiling, as his hands fell around Jingyi’s waist. 

Jingyi beamed. “I suppose you could,” he said, already pushing the plate towards the edge of the island as he climbed into Jiang Cheng’s lap, shuddering at the feeling of being pulled forward, lifted by a steady grip, until he was comfortably seated on Jiang Cheng’s thighs. 

Jiang Cheng fucked Jingyi across the kitchen counter at a leisurely pace, and again in the shower once they had abandoned the idea of breakfast and headed for the bathroom instead. Their kisses were slow and unhurried, leaving the same, angry marks across Jingyi’s skin, stinging just as good. Jiang Cheng took him deep and hard, fast whenever Jingyi asked for it, and washed the come off his skin afterwards. In the steamy closeness of the shower cubicle, Jiang Cheng let himself be dragged into Jingyi’s embrace, and together they stood under the hot spray until their skin turned pink. 

“Can you give me a lift to my apartment?” Jingyi asked once he had toweled himself off and stood naked in front of the fogged mirror. “I was planning on going for a nice morning walk across town, but I don’t think I’ll make it in time for my appointment now that you’ve spent all morning inside me.” 

Dropping the brush he had been holding into the bathroom sink, Jiang Cheng turned to look at him. “I’m not gonna drive all the way across town just to drop you off at your place, Jingyi,” he said and the look of grim determination was etched into the tense lines around his mouth. 

Jingyi sighed. “Fine, I’ll—”

“I’m gonna come with you,” Jiang Cheng cut in, and he looked almost startled by those hurriedly spoken words. “As your lawyer. I have a feeling you’ll need some legal back-up with that scumbag of a landlord.” 

Jingyi couldn’t have stopped himself from grinning if he tried. “As my lawyer, of course,” he said in a way that clearly implied that he had glimpsed behind Jiang Cheng’s aloof facade. He could feel his stomach flutter with the thrill of Jiang Cheng’s tentative, clumsy affection, and stepping closer he rose to his tiptoes. 

“Let’s hurry then,” he said against Jiang Cheng’s lips. “If we make it before ten I can suck you off in the car again.” He kissed Jiang Cheng with all the excitement and enthusiasm of a man with a mind-bending crush, and if Jiang Cheng’s appreciative hum was any indication, then he felt it, too.