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Sunlight poured in through the uniquely patterned shades, rays of pinks, of yellows, grew ever so brighter with the approaching morning. Birds chirped near annoyingly, the distant conversation of citizens already heading to work, and the hums of starskiffs flying overhead woke the slumbering men from their call of sleep.
The heat of the sun laying across the blankets brought warmth that lulled their senses fresh out of slumber. How their breathing was near in sync, how limbs crossed and bent within their resting confusion of seeking warmth and closeness, brought sleep beckoning back.
Jing Yuan could feel how Blade’s head was tucked into the crook of his elbow, his breath expelling against his skin in hot puffs of air. Blade could feel Jing Yuan’s heavy leg thrown over his own, and trapped him against the furnace he called his lover. He could feel Jing Yuan’s arm around his lithe waist, crowding him in until he was delightfully warm and weary with sleep clinging to the corners of his eyes.
The General purred at the feeling of Blade sinking into his hold, of realizing he had him trapped and right where he wanted him. With his nose buried in inky dark hair, he gathered Blade closer within his arms, and delighted in the huffs of his lover; he was doing too much for such a peaceful morning already.
“Don’t you have a ship to sail, General?” Blade muttered into his arm, taking that moment to stretch his limbs and sigh with a few bones popping in his back.
Jing Yuan hummed his affirmative, indeed, he did have a very big, very pressing job to get ready for, but it was so much more tempting to sink into the smell of lilies and bandages and fall back to sleep.
Blade huffed once more, “you will be late if you delay any further.”
“Mhm,” Jing Yuan’s voice, crackled with sleep, vibrated against Blade’s back through the General’s ample chest. “How could you know what time it is? You haven’t looked at the clock yet.” He started to press kisses into Blade’s skin, marred with scars, effort and all the marks he left the night prior. Jing Yuan particularly worried at a deep bite he left at the request of Blade, already noting that the redness had dissipated.
Blade’s breath hitched, his fingers curling where they were bunched under his discarded pillow. Already, he felt an interest stir between his legs, a coiling heat within the pit of his stomach. He knew that Jing Yuan was putting off getting up by tempting him with sex, a constant thing ever since Blade came back from his scripts. Jing Yuan never seemed to want to let him go or let him out of his sight.
Blade arched his back as Jing Yuan’s lips pressed more into his skin, over the curve of his spine. He could feel the General’s hand smoothing out across his stomach to keep him close, his other arm gently laying Blade’s head on the warm sheets to splay his hand on his lower back.
“Won’t you let me stay just to indulge us before a tiring day?” Jing Yuan spoke against Blade’s hip, exposed through the blankets that pooled at their feet. In the open air, Blade shivered, and sighed through his nose.
There was no use trying to argue with this man, once he wanted something, no one could ever hope to stand in his way.
Blade reached an arm back to push Jing Yuan away, and let himself lay on his back to finally gaze at his lover for the first time that morning.
The General seemed pleased to see him. Now sitting up, his head was propped on his arm, and his eyes were lidded in a content that fitted him. Unable to help himself, Jing Yuan let his hand rest on Blade’s thigh, and squeezed at the skin roughened with scars. He eyed Blade’s hardened length for a mere moment before he broke off to gaze within his crimson orbs.
Blade noticed, and truly, he wasn’t one to help himself either.
He pushed himself to sit, and leaned forward until he could meet those smirking lips with his own. His hands found their home on the General’s arms, letting his weight rest on the man like Jing Yuan would keep them pressed together if they could. Blade could feel his racing heart with the need to breathe in almost no time. As the General stole his breath, and Blade sampled his taste, they were once again tangled in limbs and warmth and fighting the urge to part.
Jing Yuan delved his fingers within Blade’s hair, and soon grabbed a fistful that urged a groan to part from Blade’s throat. Their lips had parted, and Blade stuttered out a breath with teary eyes. Jing Yuan eyed his throat bobbing, how the supple apple didn’t know where to rest, and he let his teeth mar this pristine neck once more. He felt how Blade’s breath hitched through his throat, felt nails digging into his arms, forcing a hoarse groan of his own to warm Blade’s skin.
The Stellaron Hunter squeezed his eyes shut, letting himself feel the ridges of Jing Yuan’s teeth, and delighting in the distraction from pushing him out of bed for work. The heat that settled within his stomach filled his cock out with blood, and, “Jing Yuan,” he gasped, gaining the man’s attention, always.
“Mhm,” he hummed against the mouthful of skin he suckled on, parting from his lover regretfully upon seeing the ring of teeth he adorned.
Crawling across the bed, Jing Yuan grabbed the half empty bottle of lube and popped the cap all too easily. In the meantime, Blade fisted at his hardness with a needy groan, laying back until his hair could pool around his shoulders and give an arch in his back that caused Jing Yuan to sigh shakily.
“Come here.” Blade ordered, spreading his knees and beckoning the General with the sight of his tip wettened with desire.
Jing Yuan huffed, letting the lube drench his fingers and warming it as he knelt in front of the panting man. “You’re so impatient, Gege, I can’t take my time at all, can I?” He pouted, Jing Yuan actually pouted from above him, and Blade glowered despite his cheek flushing a dark red.
“No, you still have work.” Jing Yuan rolled his eyes, and silenced Blade by smacking his hand away and wrapping his wettened hand around his aching cock. His breath hitched, and he forced a trapped grunt through his lips as the warm lube was spread along by Jing Yuan’s undulating fingers. “Fuck,” he bit out, arching his hips into the contact with nothing but want written all over his skin.
Sweat beaded, his breath deepened with effort, and Blade watched through slitted eyes as Jing Yuan bent to continue the path down his body with his lips and teeth. He suckled a pebbled nipple, and Blade bit out more hoarse swears at how teeth dug in unforgivably. His own hands, riddled with tremors, found Jing Yuan’s unruly hair and tugged him impossibly closer.
“You’re so sensitive here,” Jing Yuan spoke when he parted for breath, and Blade huffed out a laugh at the statement.
“You talk too much,” he retorted, letting his legs trail from the dampening sheets to Jing Yuan’s hips. The initial brush of contact between their cocks forced out pleased sighs from the both of them, and, after wiping his hand on the blankets, Jing Yuan settled his weight into Blade and rutted into the other man.
At the sudden weight, Blade put up a little fight, before shuddering into Jing Yuan’s breathless kiss at the feeling of his lover’s cock against his own. He couldn’t help the dry gasps, the whimpers, the want to spread his legs even further for just a hint of more contact, Blade felt sparks fly within his stomach at Jing Yuan’s desperation.
They rutted against one another, near too tired for a proper fuck, but it did the trick anyways. Blade adorned Jing Yuan with his own marks that would never properly stay. Jing Yuan held his hips in place to prevent being put on his back, as Blade likes to do often. He pinched at a hardened nipple, and laughed when Blade bit at his lips enough to draw blood.
It was minutes later when it all started to become too much. Jing Yuan couldn’t control the pace, Blade’s nails were scorching as they dragged down the General’s back. Their voices were rising in a volume that would be concerning if they weren’t alone in this vast manor. Jing Yuan was now slickened with the lube he coated Blade in, and it made the slide much more delightful as he finally wrapped his fist around the both of them, and bucked his hips sharply into Blade and his own grip.
The man underneath him groaned, his teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut. “Yuan’er,” Blade felt his face flush at how ruined his voice was, how it had toned down to an intimate whisper in such a short amount of time. Jing Yuan smirked from above him, knowing just what he was doing, and how he could squeeze that nickname out of him so easily.
“Almost, Gege, I know you’re getting very hungry, hm?” That was the absolute least of his worries, but it softened him up nonetheless.
“Stop distracting me,” Blade knew this was Jing Yuan trying to get him to finish first, to fill his mind with everything useless so he could take his chance at the least expected moment, he…
“Sh- Yuan’er!” Blade gasped haggardly as Jing Yuan squeezed his fist around them, and used his other hand to spread cold lube along his entrance.
“Hm…?” Jing Yuan delightfully hummed, as if distracted, avoiding the quick punches and shoves Blade wanted to plant on his shoulders. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over taking my time?”
Blade huffed through his nose in near anger. “Quit with your games and let me cu-” Blade had to bite his tongue to not let out a strangled groan as Jing Yuan fed a finger through his hole, and soon two, and even sooner three. The Stellaron Hunter gaped at the burning within him, and even how Jing Yuan only continued to jerk the both of them off. He swore something foul, the feeling of Jing Yuan spreading his walls tingled at his fingers and brought his legs tighter around his hips.
Jing Yuan smiled from where his head tucked into Blade’s neck, wanting to hear his moans, his whimpers, all the more closely, and feel his heaving cheat against his own.
“You’re so pretty like this, Gege, all pliant underneath me with nowhere to go. I bet you’re itching to flip me on my back.” He was taunting him, torturing him, truly, knowing he couldn’t do such a thing while he shuddered underneath him.
Blade ignored him this time, finally catching the heat within him as Jing Yuan kicked up his pace. The General didn’t keep him waiting, not with how long they’ve spent in his massive bed. Angling his searching fingers just so, Blade erupted in an unintentional shout, and jerked against him as if in autopilot. Jing Yuan rubbed against his prostate with a merciless intent, his weight pressing the poor man into the bed that all he could do was scratch at his arms and moan against his ear.
“Yuan’er, Yuan’er…“ Blade whispered, feeling his eyes well up in stimulated tears and drip embarrassingly down his reddened cheeks. ”Please, please, let me… ugh…“
“Resorting to begging, huh?” Jing Yuan breathlessly laughed against his shoulder, and gave in, as he always did.
His grip tightened, and he stroked the both of them with the wet lube and fluids that escaped their tips. Jing Yuan abused his poor prostate, and with Blade’s pleading cries in his ears, Jing Yuan watched as his stomach tightened up, and his cock shot out his white cum clear across his heaving body. Looking up, he hummed at Blade’s lips parted with short gasps, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Despite this, he kept going, he just kept going, despite how Blade only continued to cry due to overstimulation, Jing Yuan wasn’t that far behind.
“Almost, almost, Gege, I promise, I’m…” Jing Yuan, too, froze up, and he instead squeezed his fist tight around them, bucking into Blade’s softening cock and his wet fingers as his own white cum joined the mix on Blade’s stomach. He pressed his lips into Blade’s shoulder, muffling his moans, and letting shudders overtake his weary body until he pulled his fingers out, and collapsed beside the panting man.
It was silent other than their panting within those next few minutes. Blade shivered at the cold air cooling the cum on his stomach, and protesting the aching within his back at such a lock-up from orgasm.
Jing Yuan was no better, having had to lean over his lover for that entire encounter was not good on his legs and back. His eyes drooped, and still, he pressed close to Blade until their shoulders touched.
Blade grunted, his head turning until he could face the near dozing General.
“We need to clean up.” He spoke, and of course, Jing Yuan peeled a lazy eye open to gaze at his glowing lover.
His face broke out into a smile, and he reluctantly turned so he could rest his head on Blade’s stomach.
“I’ll clean up,” the General spoke, and before Blade could grow confused, a wettened tongue dragged across the mixture on the scarred canvas of Blade’s abs, and he gasped at the unexpected contact.
Blade rolled his eyes underneath his lids, Jing Yuan coming up with more and more reasons to stay with him here in bed now looking tempting after such an intense orgasm. He reached over until he could grab the cigarettes off his nightstand, and flicked his lighter until the end of the stick grew red from igniting. Despite this, and the smoke curling around his lungs and into the open air, Jing Yuan cleaned their cum from Blade’s stomach, and did not go into work today.
Blade, when dealing with Jing Yuan, couldn’t help in giving in to his demands, outright spoiling him in moments like this where the sun warmed their backs, and birds chirped just outside.
He took another drag of his cigarette, and patiently waited until Jing Yuan was done so they could both drag themselves into the shower.