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A touch was all it took.
It wasn’t even that kind of touch; just an innocent and completely accidental brush of the back of Jin Ling’s hand against Sizhui’s thigh as he sat down on the bed. Neither of them knew who was the first to lean in, but it didn’t matter, they were now sloppily making out on Jin Ling’s Pikachu bedsheets.
They were supposed to be studying, at least that's what Sizhui told his dads. Jin Ling’s parents had left for a wedding a few cities away, leaving the house all alone, making it the perfect chance for Jin Ling and Sizhui to finally do it .
During the three months they’ve been officially together, it had never been mentioned. But with both of them being 18-year-olds overflowing with hormones, it was only a matter of time for them to act upon their desires. That’s what led to Jin Ling currently feeling up Sizhui over his clothes; shaky hands still unsure whether or not it was okay to venture under the other’s garments.
It wasn’t until Sizhui grabbed one of Jin Ling’s wrists to direct his hand under the baby blue sweater he was wearing, finally touching Sizhui’s warm skin. That’s when Jin Ling knew they weren’t just making out. They were going to do it. Right there. On his bed. At his house.On top of his Pikachu bed sheets.
Their first time would be on top of Pikachu bed sheets.
Jin Ling was mortified.
Fortunately, Sizhui knew how to read him really well. He just had to slightly raise his knee, rubbing his thigh against the growing hardness inside Jin Ling’s joggers, earning him a barely contained moan from the boy on top of him.
Things quickly escalated after that. Their hands became bolder, caressing under their clothes and trying to reach every bit of skin they could. They almost forgot about kissing, merely panting against each other’s mouths. Still, Jin Ling stopped as he took hold of Sizhui’s waistband. Their eyes met, pupils blown wide, and Jin Ling started to question himself again.
Were they ready?
“A-Ling.” Sizhui’s voice brought Jin Ling back from whenever his mind took him. Jin Ling looked at him, his breath knocked out of him as the other boy smiled. “It’s okay, I want to do it.”
Their lips found each other again with renewed desire. Sizhui threw his arms around Jin Ling’s neck, pushing his hips up invitingly.
Just then, incessant knocking pounded on Jin Ling’s door, urging both teenagers to jump away from each other, faces paling and hearts almost breaking free from their bodies. All signs of arousal instantly went away as a voice they both knew (and feared) came from the other side of the door.
“JIN RULAN! OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR RIGHT NOW!” It was Uncle Jiang Cheng. Of course it was him. “I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE WITH THAT LAN BOY!” Jin Ling looked at his boyfriend, who looked paler than ever. He almost laughed. Almost.
Jin Ling stood up as his Uncle pounded on his door once again. He had to open it or else he was sure his Uncle would break it altogether. He spared a quick glance at Sizhui, who had managed to fix his hair as much as possible, but still looked ruffled from kissing. Jin Ling just hoped his Uncle wouldn’t pay attention, or they would never hear the end of it.
“What are you doing here?” Jin Ling didn’t even bother with a Hello once he opened the door. He wanted his Uncle to know he was mad about him being here.
Uncle Jiang Cheng had a deep frown on his face,unsurprisingly.
“Your mother asked me to look after you.” Uncle’s eyes briefly looked at Sizhui, who was still sitting on the bed, and his glare hardened once he zoomed back at Jin Ling. “What were you doing in there?” Jin Ling didn’t know if his Uncle truly wanted to know or not.
“We were studying.” Jin Ling gathered all his strength to prevent himself from cringing. It was pretty obvious what they’ve been up to. He could still feel his lips burning from all the kissing, and his face felt warm enough to be blushing. Uncle did not believe them.
Thankfully he didn’t question them further, but made them bring their stuff into the living room so they could “study”.
“Where’s Aunt Wen Qing?” Jin Ling asked once his Uncle sat down on one of the sofas, the one that was directly behind where Sizhui and himself sat on the floor. As if on cue, a familiar voice ran through the room, coming from the TV. There she was.
Jin Ling’s aunt was one of the best neurosurgeons in the country— In the whole world! Uncle would correct. She recently published her research, changing some of the major aspects of how neurosurgery was approached in medical schools. And ended up getting invited to present her work to one of the most important medical conventions in the country. That's why she had been away for the past week, to present her work alongside her research team while it was being live streamed on the biggest TV network in China. That’s also why his uncle had been moodier, because he missed her.
As much as Jin Ling cared for his Aunt, he wasn’t interested in whatever she talked about on TV. The field of medicine was not for him, but it served as background noise for studying, which the two teens actually did as they sat on the living room floor, their books and notes scattered on the coffee table.
Once Aunt Wen Qing finished talking, Uncle got up and walked away as he called his wife on the phone. Jin Ling was grateful for that; he did not wish to listen to his Uncle being all mushy while talking to Aunt Wen Qing, one time had been enough.
“Hey…” Sizhui’s voice brought him back once again, placing one of his soft hands over Jin Ling’s own. “Try not to worry about what happened.” Jin Ling felt himself blush all the way to the tips of his ears. Sizhui knew him too well. “We can try again. Another time” Jin Ling was surprised he didn’t experience pain from whiplash with how fast he turned to look at his boyfriend. Sizhui was blushing as well.
We can try again.
Jin Ling wanted to kiss him. Hard.
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Jing Ling and Sizhui did not talk about the incident back at his place, but it was quite obvious that both of them still thought about it. Jin Ling could tell by the deep flush on Sizhui’s round cheeks when their eyes met, especially the days that followed.
It had been a few weeks now. And they tried making out a lot more times, but now their hands stayed over their clothes and caressing was permited from the waist up. It was a silent agreement between them, and Jin Ling was more than thankful. He did not want to risk being busted by his Uncle again, and he was pretty sure that Sizhui felt the same.
But now they found themselves on a bed in a bedroom that wasn’t Jin Ling’s nor Sizhui’s, watching a movie that Jin Ling had already seen and wasn’t interested in. Sizhui was also leaning on him, his soft cheek resting on Jin ling’s shoulder as he watched the TV screen with rapt attention. Jin Ling had to suppress a shiver every time Sizhui’s breathing tickled his neck. His very sensitive neck.
“Are you okay?” Sizhui’s voice was merely a whisper, and Jin Ling felt as if he had spoken the words right against his skin, given how close he was. He tried to answer, but his voice wasn’t cooperating, so he just gave Sizhui a curt nod. ‘ Good job acting completely normal’ he told himself, clearing his throat just for the sake of it. He expected Sizhui to cuddle just a bit closer before turning his attention back to the movie. But he was in for a surprise.
Sizhui took one of Jin Ling’s hands, caressing the knuckles with his thumb before guiding it until the palm was resting on the supple skin of his inner thigh. Jin Ling felt himself tense, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “A... A-Yuan…” he didn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed when his voice broke as he spoke, he just felt his whole body burn up as his hands caressed up and down Sizhui’s skin, his fingertips brushing against the hem of his boyfriend’s sleeping shorts. “You can keep going, A-Ling” Sizhui whispered, hips bucking up in invitation and knees spreading wider.
Jin Ling didn’t have to be told twice. Soon, he had his hand down Sizhui’s shorts, palming his boyfriend’s rapidly growing erection. Short gasps and breathy moans were coming out of Sizhui’s pink lips, and he couldn’t keep them down even if he wanted to. Jin Ling’s hand on him made his mind fog up, clouding his voice of reason that told him they shouldn’t be doing this here. They were in Ouyang Zizhen’s bedroom of all places, and Lan Jingyi was right next to them. But the fact that they shouldn’t do it here made Sizhui want to do it even more.
With a quick lift of his hips, Sizhui pulled down his sleeping shorts and underwear down his thighs, leaving them bunched up at his knees. Jin Ling felt his mouth dry and his eyes widen almost comically, he wasn’t expecting Sizhui to be so earnest. But he wasn’t complaining, especially when his cock hardened even more inside his boxers. “Stop staring…” Sizhui had the audacity to sound embarrassed, his thighs closing absentmindedly in an attempt to cover himself.
Jin Ling finally snapped out of his reverie, eyes darting up from Sizhui’s pretty cock to his flushed face. Their lips found each other in no time, and maybe the angle wasn’t the best as they were still sitting side by side, but they couldn’t care less. Jin Ling wrapped his hand around his boyfriend’s erection, stroking him like he liked to do with himself. And apparently Sizhui found it pleasurable, if his soft moans were any indication.
This was the farthest they have ever gone, the first time Sizhui had ever let Jin Ling touch him from the waist down. Jin Ling was going to make sure to remember every single sound Sizhui made, securing them for when he had to jack-off by himself. “A-ling…!” Sizhui threw his head back, almost hitting himself with the headboard. His hands flying up to cover his mouth when a particularly loud moan escaped his lips. Jin Ling wished his boyfriend didn’t have to keep his moans in check, but he knew that they couldn’t risk waking Lan Jingyi up. Especially not when Sizhui had his boxers at his knees and his cock in Jin Ling’s hand.
“Your fingers” Sizhui’s voice trembled, his toes curling as Jin Ling pressed his thumb at his slit. “Use your fingers” Jin Ling raised one if his brows, confusion clear on his face. “I...I’m already using...them?” Sizhui let out a little frustrated moan, turning his face to look at his boyfriend with half-lidded eyes and a blush that went all the way to his ears. “I’m asking you to finger me, A-ling!”
Jin Ling short-circuited.
He threw himself at his boyfriend, almost straddling him as he kissed Sizhui fervently, forcing his tongue inside Sizhui’s warm mouth. “But we don’t...lube. We need lube” Jin Ling panted against the other’s mouth, noses bumping clumsily before Sizhui grabbed his face. “Give me your hand.” The commanding tone on Sizhui’s voice made heat spread all over Jin Ling’s body, and he obeyed without a second thought. As soon as Lan Sizhui took three of Jin Ling’s fingers inside his mouth, Jin Ling knew he was going to be the death of him.
Sizhui’s pink little tongue lapped earnestly at his boyfriend’s fingers, making sure to cover them with as much saliva as possible. He knew it wasn’t ideal, especially if it was the first time they did this. But Sizhui couldn’t care less, he just wanted Jin Ling’s finger inside him. Sizhui took Jin Ling’s free hand, wrapping it against his very erect cock. “Keep touching me.” His voice was slightly muffled thanks to the digits in his mouth, but Jin Ling got the hint and started pumping his hand up and down his erection.
“Do it.” Sizhui said as he pulled Jin Ling’s finger out of his mouth, a fine trail of spit still connecting them to his lips. Jin Ling felt he could die from how turned on he was, but tried his best to keep his hand from shaking as he reached down in between Sizhui’s legs. His boyfriend whimpered at the first press against his entrance, barely even a caress of Jin Ling’s fingertips on his most sensitive area.
Then the door opened.
Jin Ling felt all the air leave his lungs from how hard he fell to the floor, and all he could see once he sat up were Zizhen’s sheets covering both Jingyi and Sizhui. He didn’t have it in him to feel angry at his boyfriend for pushing him off the bed, not when Zizhen was the one who walked into the room. “Remind me to never order Thai food again. My stomach is not made for it” Jin Ling just groaned and let himself fall backwards, back thumping against the carpeted floor of Ouyang Zizhen’s bedroom. He knew it wasn’t his friend’s fault, but he still wanted nothing more than to strangle him right then and there.
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“You better come in here and tell me whatever it is you want to tell me, you’re making me anxious just by standing there.” Sizhui tensed as his Baba spoke up from where he was standing in front of a brand new canvas, carbon pencil resting on one of his ears. Sizhui sighed before walking up to his dad, rubbing his hands against his jeans to get rid of some of the clamminess. “What is it, little turnip? What’s troubling you?” Wei Wuxian smiled at his son, his cheek sporting a faint smudge from his pencil. Sizhui had come to Baba specifically because he thought it would be easier, but he found himself unable to even open his mouth. “A-yuan? Everything okay?” a crease from worry showed in between Wei Wuxian’s brows.
“Can I have the house to myself for a night...please?” There, he said it. And now he was unable to see his Baba in the eye.
Confusion made itself show on Wei Wuxian’s face. His son wasn’t one to go to parties, let alone throw them. “Why do you want the house to yourself, Yuan-er? You wanna have your friends over? You know Diedie and I are okay if they come anywa— … oh'' Realization sunk in as soon as Wei Wuxian met his son’s eyes, and the deep blush covering his face was what finally gave his true intentions away. A warm smile showed itself on Wei Wuxian’s lips, and he saw himself on his son when he was the same age and wanted nothing more than to sneak around with Lan Zhan to try and find a room with a lock that actually worked.
“I’ll see what I can do, little turnip.” Just looking at the bright smile on his son’s face was enough for Wei Wuxian to know he was doing the right thing.
That’s how Friday that same week rolled around and both of Sizhui’s dads went out to dinner and an overnight stay at a 5-star hotel downtown. Sizhui couldn’t help but blush when his Baba winked at him as he trailed behind his husband on their way out.
With the house to himself, all there was to do was to wait for Jin Ling to arrive. It gave Sizhui enough time to double check if he had everything ready and safely stored at his bedside table. He had made sure to change his favorite set of cloud-printed bedsheets for the regular powder-blue ones. Sizhui was about to check everything once again when the tell-tale sound of a notification came from his phone, making him jump and his hands shake as he unlocked the device to read the new message.
From: A-ling♡
>> I’m here~
Sizhui bit his lips to prevent a wide smile from showing, but he couldn’t stop his heart from beating wildly against his chest. He hurried downstairs and towards the front door, stopping only to check himself on one of the mirrors in the hallway. He had made sure not to wear anything with buttons (except for his jeans) in hopes of it being easy to take off. Sizhui had planned this, and he hoped everything would go according to the plan. He was going to let Jin Ling in and they would watch a movie in the living room, maybe kiss a bit before Sizhui would suggest going up to his room.
“Hey” was Jin Ling’s greeting as soon as Sizhui opened the door, and it was everything he said before his boyfriend practically jumped on him.
Fuck the plan.
Sizhui pulled Jin Ling in by the front of his pale-yellow hoodie, kicking the door closed and pressing his boyfriend against the nearest wall. His lips found Jin Ling’s easily and the kiss turned frantic in no time, mouths opening for each other so they could deepen it. Thrills ran down Sizhui’s spine as Jin Ling’s tongue went inside his mouth, caressing it as if he wanted to memorize each and every corner. “Bed...bedroom. Now” Even if making out with his boyfriend was a very nice idea, Sizhui knew what they both wanted and made sure to let Jin Ling know how much he wanted it by pressing his hips against his boyfriend’s. The moan that came out of Jin Ling was beautiful. Sizhui wanted to hear more.
They made their way up the stairs and into Sizhui’s room without either of them tripping or bumping into anything, keeping on their clothes even if their hands itched to touch each other’s bodies.
Sizhui pushed Jin Ling back until the back of his knees collided with the bed, making him fall back on it. Sizhui wasted no time on getting down on his knees, hands caressing up Jin Ling’s thighs and grabbing the waistband of the black joggers he was wearing. “Off.” Sizhui didn’t know where this commanding tone came from, but he found himself liking the effect it had on his boyfriend, who lifted his hips to aid him in taking the garment off.
If Jin Ling’s joggers did a poor job at concealing his erection, then his black boxer briefs left nothing to the imagination. Sizhui’s mouth watered at the sight, his own cock twitching from where it still hid inside his jeans. Even if both of them where inexperienced in everything related to sex, Sizhui had at least done some research (it was the Lan in him), so now he wanted to see for himself if giving head was as fun as the internet made it seem. He started by mouthing at Jin Ling’s cock over the wet spot on the fabric of his boxers, lips softly caressing the head. As more and more moans came from his boyfriend’s mouth, Sizhui grew more confident; hooking his fingers on the elastic band of Jin Ling’s underwear so he could pull them down.
It was the first time Sizhui saw Jing Ling’s cock.
Sizhui wanted to put it in his mouth.
Sizhui wanted to feel it inside his body.
He dived in as if he was hungry, kissing the flared tip before mouthing down until his lips reached the base. Sizhui licked a stripe up Jin Ling’s length, a smirk stretching over his lips as Jin Ling practically shouted, blushing profusely as he looked down and found his boyfriend’s teasing eyes.
Sizhui knew that, even if he was eager to swallow down Jin Ling’s cock in its entirety, he couldn’t. Not yet. So he wrapped one of his hands at the base, pumping the length at the same time he licked at the slit on top. He made sure that Jin Ling watched him the entire time, eyes locking together as he took a deep breath and began to sink his mouth down Jin Ling’s erection. Sizhui found out that it wasn’t as uncomfortable as he thought he would. He loved how the weight of Jin Ling’s cock felt on his tongue, making his whole body tickle and heat up at the same time. He had to remind himself to breathe through his nose as he hollowed his cheeks and felt his lungs burning just a tiny bit from the need of oxygen. It made his head spin a little bit. Sizhui kinda liked it.
He pulled out with a wet pop and a cough after trying to take a bit more, his gag reflex acting up almost immediately. Jing Ling caressed one of his cheeks, tilting his face up so he could look at him. Sizhui’s breath caught up on his throat as soon as he looked at his boyfriend’s reddened face, his pupils blown wide. “Up” Jin Ling’s voice was strained and he didn’t even try to hide it, didn’t want to hide how turned on he was.
Sizhui clambered up to capture his lips in a kiss that was more teeth and tongue than anything. Sizhui wondered if Jin Ling could taste himself in the precome that still lingered in Sizhui’s mouth.
Jin Ling gasped as Sizhui sat himself on his lap, his erection rubbing against Sizhui’s denim-clad ass. “What? Is there a problem?” To any other person Sizhui could be the innocence embodied, but Jin Ling knew that the glint on his boyfriend’s eyes was nothing other than teasing. “Take these off!” Jin Ling knew he was blushing, he was a bit lightheaded by how hot his face felt. And it didn’t help that Sizhui had the audacity to let out a breathy laugh, pressing a kiss to the tip of Jin Ling’s nose before climbing off his lap. Now Jin Ling had to look up at him from where he was still sitting on the bed. Sizhui smiled down at him, taking both of Jin Ling’s hands and bringing them to where his erection strained against the denim of his jeans.
Sizhui’s eyes fluttered closed once Jin Ling began to pepper kisses on the strip of skin above the waistband of his jeans, thumbs pressing at his hip bones. “A-ling…” a soft giggle came out when Jin Ling dipped his tongue in his navel, making Sizhui squirm. “Tickles…!” Sizhui felt his boyfriend's smile on his skin and it made his heart beat even faster. Jin Ling’s finger tickled him for a bit before they popped open the button on his jeans. “Careful with the zipper” Sizhui breathed out and, if the sharp intake of air from Jin Ling was any indicator, he now knew why he had to be careful.
Sizhui wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Jeans were roughly pulled down, freeing Sizhui’s erection completely. Jin Ling’s hand cupped his boyfriend’s ass, kneading the skin and spreading his cheeks, exposing his sensitive entrance to the slight chill of the room. “A-ling please!” Sizhui whimpered as curious fingers rubbed his hole, the tip of an index finger slightly catching on the tight ring of muscle. They had to use lube or it was going to hurt like hell, but there was still a tiny part of Sizhui’s mind that urged him to push back and into Jin Ling’s finger, a dark voice that wanted Jin Ling to take him raw and unprepared. Luckily, the more reasonable part of himself won. They still had time, this would hopefully be the first time of many in the future.
Sizhui rid himself of his jeans and made his way to his bedside table, pulling out the brand-new bottle of lube he had stored there that same day. He could feel Jin Ling’s eye on him and it made him hot all over, but also filled him with confidence. “Here” his voice wavered slightly as he placed the bottle on Jin Ling’s hand, taking the other one to pull his boyfriend with him towards the head of the bed. Sizhui laid back on his pillows, eyes never leaving Jing Ling, and spread his trembling legs. Offering himself to his boyfriend.
Jin Ling was quick to divest of the rest of his clothes, both lying haphazardly on Sizhui’s floor, and climbed on top of his boyfriend. Lips found each other in a kiss that started off as sweet but quickly turned hungry once they realized that it was finally going to happen. A speck of fear nibbled at Sizhui once he heard the bottle uncap, a hand flying to grasp his boyfriend’s bicep. “Wait…!” Sizhui didn’t know what else he wanted to say, his mouth opening and closing without any sound coming out of it. He was nervous, that much he could tell. And with just a quick glance at Jin Ling’s face told him that he wasn’t the only one.
But there was no one he imagined himself doing this with.
“Please be gentle” were his only words before pulling Jin Ling in for a kiss, something to take his mind off of the first press of the cool gel against his sensitive hole. The first finger felt weird,but Sizhui did his best to relax and kept on kissing his boyfriend long enough for a second digit to tease his entrance. Jin Ling tried his best to stimulate him, going in and out, pressing against Sizhui’s warm walls. Right before Sizhui asked him to put another one in, he felt Jin Ling rub a certain spot inside his body that ripped a loud moan from his throat. “Do that again!” Sizhui gasped against Jin Ling’s bruised lips, eyes slightly out of focus and hips buckling down and into the intruding digits.
Jin Ling had three fingers knuckle-deep in and it was otherworldly seeing how Sizhui’s body chased that intrusion now, hips rolling down in their crave for more pleasure. And then there was Sizhui’s face, flush going down his neck and up his ears, mouth hanging open and letting every moan free. The sight of the usually composed Lan Sizhui getting lost to the pleasure that Jin Ling’s hand brought was almost enough for Jin Ling to forget about himself. But his erection was heavy in between his legs and he wished to see how warm and tight Sizhui would feel around his cock.
The cry Sizhui let out as the fingers left him empty was borderline pitiful, and his eyes shone with unshed tears when he found Jin Ling’s own darkened pupil. The question never left his lips, not when Jin Ling breathed out “I’m putting it in” before taking Sizhui’s lips in a brief kiss. Jin Ling lined himself and began to push in, stopping when Sizhui’s nails dug into his shoulders. “K-keep going! It 's okay…!” Sizhui looked away, breath coming out in short pants as the pain from the initial breach lingered. Jin Ling remained unmoving, and Sizhui saw panic flash across his eyes once he made himself look at his boyfriend’s eyes. “Please, A-ling...please keep going” his hands cupped Jin Ling’s face, thumbs caressing the flushed skin of his cheeks. Jin Ling still looked a bit hesitant, but his hips pushed all the way in, leaving both boys breathless.
Sizhui was sure he blacked out for a second. He felt incredibly full and as if he was on fire, only now realizing that he still had his sweater on, his skin completely sensitive to the soft fabric brushing against it. He was still holding Jin Ling’s face in between his hands and he pulled his boyfriend closer, gasping against his mouth once Jin Ling’s hips rocked against him involuntarily. Sizhui didn’t know if he wanted his boyfriend to move yet, he felt himself already on edge, knowing he couldn’t last long once Jin Ling started thrusting into him. But he also wanted Jin Ling to chase his own pleasure, to rock into him and fill him.
“Move.”
Jin Ling groaned as he started thrusting in and out, hips still lacking any sense of rhythm in the way they rocked. But it still felt fucking fantastic. Sizhui’s body welcomed him, warm insides embracing his cock. His narrow hips started an effort to match Jin Ling’s thrusts and soon they fell into a sort of rhythm that worked for them both, filling Sizhui’s bedroom with the sound of skin slapping against skin and their unrestrained moans. They weren’t trying to kiss anymore, their mouth slotting together or merely just panting against each other, breaths coming together as one.
Sizhui wished he could keep his eyes open long enough to see Jin Ling’s face, but the drag of his boyfriend’s cock against his sensitive walls kept making him scrunch his eyelids shut. But he did manage to catch a few glimpses of Jin Ling’s blissed out expression, his eyes incredibly dark with how blown his pupils were.
Clammy hands grabbed Sizhui by the hips, lifting them slightly before Jin Ling pushed in. This time he hit Sizhui’s prostate dead-on and the only thing he felt was the ringing in his ears. “There! Right there!” Sizhui was screaming now that Jin Ling kept moving his hips in the same way, reaching his prostate with almost every thrust. His lower abdomen started tightening, his toes curling as his body felt like a rubber band stretched to the point of breaking. “A-ling!” Jin Ling’s hips were starting to rock erratically, he was probably as close as Sizhui was.
Jin Ling kissed Sizhui almost forcefully, hips stuttering one last time before he came deep inside his boyfriend, making him gasp as the warmness filled him to the brim. Jin Ling wanted nothing more than to let his body slump over Sizhui, but he knew that his boyfriend was yet to reach his own orgasm. He wrapped a hand around his boyfriend’s rock-hard erection, pumping his length a few times until Sizhui came with Jin Ling’s name falling from his lips.
Neither of them moved, too busy trying to breathe. Jin Ling was the first to move, pulling out of Sizhui’s warm body. He tried not to giggle when Sizhui whined, snuggling close to him as the chilliness from the room caressed his overheated body. They had to clean themselves up, Sizhui was already feeling Jin Ling’s cum dripping out of his ass, but right now he wanted nothing more than to cuddle his boyfriend. “Hug me. I’m cold~” Jin Ling didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around Sizhui, hiding his smiling face on the crook between Sizhui’s neck and shoulder, his lips kissing the skin above the neckline of the sweater he was still wearing.
Sizhui breathed in, feeling himself relax in Jin Ling’s arms. He could fall asleep like this, his eyelids already heavy and threatening to close. But they really needed a shower. “A-yuan…?” Sizhui hummed to let his boyfriend know he wasn’t asleep yet, his eyes were just resting a bit. “I love you.” His eyes opened impossibly wide at that. And a bright smile stretched over his still bruised lips. Sizhui shuffled back just enough so he could look at Jin Ling, a hand coming up to caress one of his boyfriend's blushing cheeks.
“I love you too, A-ling”
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The weekend was over before they knew it. Sizhui had made sure to thank his Baba, hoping that his smile didn’t give away how blissful he felt after the night he spent with Jin Ling. Wei Wuxian had a knowing glint on his eyes, but he knew better than to tease his son. He wanted his Little Turnip to trust him with anything. Still, the boy better knew how to school his face into something less giving or his Diedie would start asking questions.
Monday rolled around without any fuss. Sizhui and Jin Ling had agreed that school wasn’t where they wanted to show too much affection to each other, but they still held hands at lunch and smiled shyly at each other. Zizhen joined them at their table for lunch, babbling on and on about the idol survival show he was hooked on. It was until Lan Jingyi arrived and sat down. He just casted a look at Sizhui and Jin Ling sitting together, eyes widening in realization.
“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU GUYS FUCKED!”
Maybe Sizhui spoke too soon. Or maybe he just needed a new best friend, one that didn’t have such a big mouth.