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New Year’s Eve (Bad boy! Jin Ling x Home husband-florist! Sizhui)
“Jin Ling-ah, tell your mom that I said Happy New Year’s.” He hummed, tying an apron around his waist, watching as his husband signalled him an ‘okay’ and continued talking on the phone. He pulled up the sleeves of his sweater, shivering slightly when his skin was exposed to the cold air in the apartment. They didn’t turn the heater high, but it was just perfectly warm for them in the living room. He began to take out ingredients for their dinner when he could hear Jin Ling's voice from the living room.
“Niang, we’re doing okay. Sizhui said happy new year to you.” Jin Ling hummed in response to his mother, a phone cradled against his shoulder and his eyes trained on the man in the kitchen. Sizhui turned around to look at him, their eyes meeting and he winked at his husband, making Jin Ling stuttered into the phone and turning red from embarrassment. “A-Yuan, niang said happy new year to you too.” Sizhui hummed in response, his hips lightly shaking to a beat in his head as he chopped the ingredients they need for their dinner.
“Yeah, I know. No, no I’ve been working late these days. I just took a week off for A-Yuan today.” Jin Ling talked to his mother on the phone, hearing her voice makes him relaxed slightly after such long weeks of working late at work. It can’t help that he was working late, gangs don't rest even during new years. “Sizhui’s doing fine too. The shop is doing very well, but he closed it down for rest today.” He glanced back at his husband who’s cooking, a gentle smile on his face when he thinks of how far he has come despite his troubles in life.
Just then, Sizhui came out from the kitchen, holding a portable stove and set it on the table in front of Jin Ling. His husband looked up at him, a small smile on his face as he listened to his mother rambled on about what his father did. Sizhui gave him a small smile and leaned forward, pressing his lips against the man’s forehead in a kiss. Jin Ling cradled the phone between his shoulder, his hand reaching out to grab Sizhui’s hand and slowly his mouth kissed the man’s knuckles gently. “Dinner’s almost done. It’s hotpot tonight.” The man whispered, trying not to disrupt the conversation between Jin Ling and his mother.
The man gave him a thumbs up and continued talking to his mother. “No, no. niang, we’ll come to visit you in a few days. You don’t have to come all the way up here; we’ll go down to you. It’s been awhile since I’ve been back in the neighbourhood.” His eyes glanced back and forth at his husband who’s been carrying ingredients around until his mother said something that made him stared at Sizhui. “Children? Niang!” Jin Ling whined into the phone, hearing a snicker from Sizhui laughing at the way he whined at his mother and pouted. “I mean we’re not planning to have kids yet. Since we’re both uhm-preparing to concentrate on our careers.” Jin Ling cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as pink hues painted his milky skin. Sizhui paid him no attention as he continued to set up the table, putting in ingredients in the hotpot that’s been boiling with soup.
Lan Sizhui took off his apron, his mind turning as he quietly listened to what Jin Ling is talking about. “I know, niang. You want grandkids, right? I mean I do too, but right now we have our careers. And plus, we haven’t talked much about wanting children.” He could hear Jin Ling whispered into the phone but his mother’s voice through the receiver was loud and clear. Sizhui looked down at himself, his hand touching his abdomen, thinking what if he were to carry a baby now in his belly. A gentle smile slowly tugged on his lips as he smoothes out the nerves in him and made up his mind. Now that he knows Jin Ling wanted children, he too can speak out his mind about it.
“Mhm, ma. Eat well, okay? Dress warmly and don’t drink so many cold drinks.” He spoke into the phone, his tone is warm and homely and with a slow goodbye, he put down the phone. Sizhui walked back into the living room and sat down on the left side of his husband. “How was niang?” He asked, setting the table with a small bowl and plate and handing a pair of chopsticks of to his husband. “She said she was lonely without us there this year,” Jin Ling chuckled, holding the chopsticks in his hand. “She wanted us to come visit her after a few days and go for temple visiting with her. It seems that there’s a new temple she wanted to go to this year.” Jin Ling stared down at the hot pot in front of him, his mouth salivating at the delicious food that his husband cooked.
Sizhui snickered at him once again and nodded his head, gesturing to him that he can start eating. Jin Ling grinned and began to dig into his food. They had casual conversation over their food, to which Jin Ling asked if Sizhui had any new designs for the flower arrangements and the shop while Sizhui asked Jin Ling if the gang is doing well. Jin Ling was distracted the least to say, about how his husband looked eating the humid food and his clothes. The hotpot was just warm enough for the very cold day, the heater in the apartment was working well even though it only works well in the living room and their joint studio-study.
After a pleasant dinner, Sizhui picked up all the dishes and decided to do the washing. “A-Ling,” He hummed softly, wanting to check where he was. “Hmm, I’m right here.” A sneaky pair of arms wrapped around Sizhui’s waist and his chin rested on his shoulder. Sizhui jumped slightly at his husband’s action, chuckling quietly to himself as he quietly wash the dishes. “A-Ling,” He spoke softly, feeling Jin Ling kissed his neck softly. His lover hummed back as a response, his lips gently kissed the soft skin of his husband, peppering soft kiss up to his earlobe. “What did niang said earlier?” Jin Ling tugged on his earlobe with his teeth, his lips slowly kissed down the man’s nape.
“Hmm, didn’t I tell you already?” Sizhui finished washing the last plate and put it in the dish rack. He dried his hands on a cloth in front of him and slowly turned around to face Jin Ling, still trapped in between his husband’s arms and the counter behind him. “I heard what niang said, a-about children.” He blushed, the thought of him carrying the love of his life’s child was exciting to which Jin Ling finds it endearing and was surprised. “I heard that you said you wanted children b-but you wasn’t sure that if I w-want children.” Jin Ling blushed too, both of the husband’s cheeks are red with hues. They both looked up at each other and the moment that their eyes met, they both quickly turned away.
Jin Ling was the first one to clear his throat and spoke up. “I-I do want children; can you imagine little you and me running around the house? But if-if you don’t want kids this soon, I mean it-it’s no rush.” He stood up straight, only hovering over his tall husband by a few centimetres and looked at him with a small smile. “I’m not forcing you to have kids now, I’m saying let’s just have kids naturally when we want to.” Jin Ling pressed a soft kiss on his husband’s forehead, clearly soft and head over heels for him. Sizhui smiled up at him, knowing that he had already made up his mind.
“Come on, let’s watch some movies.” Jin Ling pulled away, saying what he wanted to say about having kids and gently grabbed his lover’s hand. Sizhui quietly followed him behind with their hands linked and Jin Ling plopped onto the couch with his lover beside him. They turned on a random movie on and settled into a calm, comforting pace. In between movies, they would switch positions where Jin Ling would lay his head on Sizhui’s lap and he would run his fingers through Jin Ling's silky dark hair. Then after Sizhui would complain that his thighs are getting numb, Jin Ling would sit up instead and let Sizhui to lay his head on his lap. Up until one point, Jin Ling was slowly falling asleep at the boring movie in front of him with Sizhui’s head in his lap. His hands was tangled up in Sizhui’s hair, his fingers looping around some of his silky black hair and his lover hummed in happiness when he felt Jin Ling brushed his fingers through his hair.
Sizhui’s eyes was trained at the movie in front of him, aware of Jin Ling slowly falling asleep. He turned his head to look up at Jin Ling, only to find his eyes closed and drifting off to sleep with his mouth open. “A-Ling,” He whispered, the smile slowly reaching his eyes and Sizhui switched to a soap drama that was playing in the middle of the night. He glanced outside past the sliding doors, watching as little snow falling from the sky and slowly disappearing into the warm air of their living room. His eyes was watching the snow, but his mind was truly somewhere else. He was thinking about what Jin Ling had said about having children whenever they want. But really ever since Jin Ling spoke about having kids, his mind was on Jin Ling breeding him, filling his stomach with potential seeds that will form their children.
Sizhui pursued his lips, biting down on the bottom of his lip as he watched the clock in front of him ticked with every second. Should he tell Jin Ling that he wants kids now? The little Sizhui and Jin Ling combination running around the house, with toys clattering everywhere. How they would come up to him if they needed anything and the thought of Jin Ling holding their child first time in his arms was cute and endearing. Sizhui knew that Jin Ling was a klutz, especially so when he’s nervous in front of children. But the thought of Jin Ling being a father was a beautiful idea and Sizhui couldn’t wait for it to come true.
He looked up at Jin Ling, his head shifting comfortably on the man’s thighs and he licked his lips when he decided to put his plan into action. He slowly nudged his nose against Jin Ling’s crotch, slightly brushing against the sweatpants his lover was wearing. A low groan emitted from the sleeping man’s lips, making Sizhui froze. “Don’t wake up yet,” He mumbled, slowly nudging his cheek into the man’s growing cock. “S-Stop it,” Jin Ling grumbled in his sleep, shifting slightly but Sizhui continued to mouth onto the man’s pants. His cock was coming to life slowly as Sizhui lifted his head up a little and gently tugged the waistband down to expose Jin Ling’s cock.
Jin Ling moaned in his sleep, his cock twitching slightly as Sizhui leaned forward and took the man’s cock in his lips. His tongue curled around Jin Ling’s cock, the familiarity of it making Sizhui flick the tip of the cock. Yet still, his lover showed no signs of waking up. Sizhui pulled away suddenly, laying down on his front and slowly took the cock into his mouth again. The salty taste of the pre-cum coated his tongue as he curled his lips instantly around the tip, swirling it around in his mouth and teasing the slit that was dripping with pre-cum. Jin Ling moaned, low and husky as Sizhui continued to tease the slit, his tongue licking up the side of man’s hard and stiff cock, the tip of his tongue slowly tracing over the little nerves on the man’s cock. He hollowed his cheeks before going back down onto his husband’s cock once again and licked a big fat stripe up his husband’s cock.
“S-Sizhui, what are you d-doing?” Jin Ling moaned, waking up suddenly to his husband giving him a blowjob. His hips instinctively buckled against Sizhui’s mouth, his fingers slowly curling around his lover’s hair and grabbed a hold of his black hair. Sizhui pulled away, a thin line of drool connecting his lips and Jin Ling’s cock together as he looked up at his husband, his lips bitten red and swollen. “Waking you up,” Jin Ling looked down at him with amusement, his thumb slowly tracing Sizhui’s bottom lip as his eyes watched the man in front of him. He pushed his thumb gently into Sizhui’s mouth, the man immediately sucked on the digit like he depended on it. “Such a nice way to wake up someone.” He hummed, removing his thumb and slowly guided Sizhui’s mouth back to his cock. He looked down at the man in between his legs, the man with soft, plump warm lips is taking his cock. The man slowly runs his hand through his lover’s hair as he watched Sizhui slowly take his cock in, his velvety lips wrapped around his cock.
“Your mouth feel so good,” Jin Ling moaned as he buckled his hips instinctively, causing Sizhui to go wide-eyed and choked on it slightly. Sizhui pulled back, licking his lips once again as he moved back slightly. He took it as a hint and stood up, his sweatpants slowly pooling at his ankles. His cock was standing firm, hard, red and leaking. Jin Ling took his cock in his hand, the other hand running through Sizhui’s hair. “You look beautiful like this.” The bad boy hummed, tapping on his husband’s lips, signalling him to open up his mouth. Sizhui obliged obediently, opening his mouth and Jin Ling slowly pushed his cock into the warm mouth. Jin Ling moaned when the soft warm mouth enveloped him, the irresistible feeling making him to thrust his hips instinctively into his husband’s mouth.
“So warm and t-tight.” He groaned, his hips jerking forward as his cock continued to hit the back of Sizhui’s throat, making the man’s eyes water and choked on his own breath. The feeling of Sizhui’s mouth around him was ecstasy, making Jin Ling to continue pull his hips back and thrust into his mouth. Jin Ling pulled his cock out of Sizhui’s mouth, the heat in his stomach was growing stronger making his cock twitched in the anticipation of an orgasm. Sizhui gasped in a deep breathe, his fingers clawing at his lover’s bare thighs at the sudden change of pace, crescent fingernail marks left behind on the man’s thick thighs. Sizhui glanced up at his husband, his eyes watery and the look in his eyes was screaming about the sudden change of pace. Jin Ling threw his head back, biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself from suddenly moaning out loudly at the look his husband was giving him. But the man’s hips jerked forward suddenly, making him surprised when Sizhui’s mouth enveloped him again, this time the head of his cock hitting the back of Sizhui’s throat once again and one hand was fondling his balls.
“A-Yuan, holy shit-” Jin Ling choked out, all he could hear in the room is the slick wet sloosh sound of Sizhui fucking his own mouth with Jin Ling’s hard cock in the pace of fast, hard and rough; with Sizhui’s fingers ever-so-slightly playing with his balls, his warm mouth sucking in his cock and his tongue working expertly on exploiting the tip of his cock. Jin Ling’s vision slowly filled with black spots as Sizhui pulled back, licking his cock like an ice cream. All you could hear in the room was Jin Ling’s grunting as he slowly milked himself through his orgasm, his cock twitched against Sizhui’s tongue, sprouts of white coating the man’s face and slowly dripped down onto his lips. Sizhui could only sat there, clawing at his husband’s thighs, leaving red scratches and crescent marks as Jin Ling slowly comes down from his high. “You look beautiful like this,” He spoked through rugged breathe, his eyes watching as Sizhui poked one eye open and smiled at him.
Sizhui’s tongue darted out from his mouth, lapping up the white substance from the corner of his lips and laughed at his husband. “Am I beautiful like this too?” He laughed at his silly husband as he continue to lap up his husband’s milky substances from his lips. Jin Ling could only laugh through short breathes, watching as Sizhui slowly wiped the cum of his face and sucked on his finger. Jin Ling smiled softly at him, wiping his thumb across Sizhui’s cheek and scooped the milky substance up. “Open up,” Jin Ling hummed softly and Sizhui opened his mouth, letting Jin Ling pushed his thumb in. Sizhui’s tongue lapped at the remaining cum from Jin Ling’s fingers and eventually his lips curled into a shy smile at Jin Ling. “You really are beautiful, trust me.” Jin Ling whispered, bending down to his husband’s level and captured their lips in a kiss. Sizhui hummed against his husband’s lips, making Jin Ling smile.
“Now it’s my turn to take care of you, baby.” He whispered, their face close to each other as their nose brushed against each other slightly, their lips a few centimetres away from each other. Their breath mingled together as Jin Ling looked at his husband in the eyes, brown orbs meeting another and slowly he pulled his husband up. Sizhui followed Jin Ling’s lead when Jin Ling himself sat back down onto the couch, gesturing him to sit on his lap. Sizhui stepped forward slightly, his throat parched at the sight of his lover’s cock being fully erect again after the first orgasm. But before that, Jin Ling stopped him, his fingers looped around the hoops of Sizhui’s jeans and slowly tugged them down. Sizhui himself was hard too, his cock barely able to contain itself in the brief he’s wearing, and his muscles tighten as Jin Ling teasingly dragged down his underwear.
“A-Lingg,” He whined under his breathe, his ears and nape slowly turning red at the attention his husband is giving him. “What’s the matter, Yuan-er?” Jin Ling tapped his husband’s thighs gently, gesturing him to step out from his pants along with his underwear and Sizhui obliged. Jin Ling then asked Sizhui to take of his sweater, which Sizhui chewed on his lips and quietly do so. There, Sizhui stood beautifully naked in front of his husband. “Don’t stare at me,” Sizhui whispered, his cheeks turning red from his husband’s stare at his body, his hands slowly covering up himself. “You’re really beautiful, I can’t help it.” Jin Ling mumbled, his eyes slowly glanced down from the man in front of him. Messy parted black hair, a pair of violet eyes that are shying away at looking at him, beautiful golden features; his perfect nose and his red bitten lips. His cheeks tainted red, along with his ears and nape that are growing redder with every second passing. On his neck, several small love bites from the quick morning sex a few days before. Of course, Jin Ling wouldn’t miss this, Sizhui’s cock that is standing red and leaking angrily at the lack of attention.
Jin Ling pulled him closer by the waist, making Sizhui part his legs on each side of Jin Ling and he ended up straddling his husband. Jin Ling on the couch, with Sizhui on top of him; their front body touched each other as Jin Ling pulled him closer. Sizhui gasped loudly when his cock brushed against Jin Ling’s cock, his arms wrapping around Jin Ling’s neck and his fingers digging into his husband’s back. “I really love you,” Jin Ling whispered in his ear, peppering soft kisses down the man’s neck; his hands slowly caress every part of his husband’s body, starting with his cheeks and slowly down every part of his body. Jin Ling’s fingers brushed gently against his lover’s nipples, emitting a quiet groan from the man and he smirked. His fingers roamed over Sizhui’s nipples, rubbing the nub in between them, switching from tugging and rubbing at a constant pace. This made Sizhui into a moaning mess, his fingers digging into Jin Ling’s back, creating more crescent moon marks into the man’s back.
“Sizhui baby,” Jin Ling withdrew his hands from his nipples, with a soft kiss to his husband’s lips, Jin Ling traced a finger down the hard cock of his husband. Sizhui’s hips jerked up at the sudden touch, a groan escaped past his lips. “Please, don’t tease me. Please,” He whispered as Jin Ling continued tracing his fingers over the hard cock, pressing his thumb into the slit of the cock. Sizhui bit down on his bottom lip, a whine escaping his lips as he couldn’t help bucking his hips into Jin Ling’s hands, begging for Jin Ling to stop teasing him. Long fingers wrapped around Sizhui’s cock and started pumping it, making Sizhui to tensed up suddenly at the sudden pressure and moaned. Jin Ling’s fingers were hot, his long fingers marvellously wrapped around Sizhui’s cock, lazily teasing the tip of the cock. Jin Ling continued to stroke his lover’s cock, stopping ever-so slightly to grip the base of his cock and pressing his thumb into the slit of the head. Loud dirty moans erupted from his husband, wanting to wake the entire apartment complex up. Every time Sizhui tensed up, Jin Ling would quickly pull his hand away and Sizhui would bite into his shoulder.
“Jin Ling, A-Ling, Ling-er,” He moaned when Jin Ling’s hand tighten around his cock and continued pumping his cock. Sizhui began to buckle his hips into Jin Ling’s hands, making Jin Ling slow down his pace and letting his husband fuck himself into his hand. His eyes slowly glanced up; his eyes landed on his husband’s fucked expression. Short rugged breathe, dirty lewd moans escaped past Sizhui’s thick lips, his eyes shut tightly, and face contorted into a lewd expression. Sizhui continued buckling his hips into Jin Ling’s hands, fucking himself with a wild pace into Jin Ling’s hands to chase his high. When Jin Ling had pulled his hand away, Sizhui whimpered at the loss of his warm hands. Instead, Jin Ling gripped the base of his husband’s cock and started stroking up and down, his thumb occasionally brushing against the head of Sizhui’s cock and pressed into the slit of the head.
Sizhui could only moaned, loud and lewd dirty moans when Jin Ling does that, turning into a moaning- almost screaming mess. Jin Ling’s cock twitched at the sight of his husband, his hands continued to stroke faster, and he could feel his husband’s cock twitched. “You’re really beautiful,” Jin Ling whispered, leaning up to his husband, his lips swallowing those wild moans as he continued to edge Sizhui closer to his orgasm. Jin Ling kissed him, deeply, rough and hard as if he been starved from feeding on Sizhui for a long time. Sizhui moaned into the kiss as he hit his high, ropes of white spurting in between them and Jin Ling took the chance to shove his tongue into his husband’s mouth, exploring the warm velvety mouth that he loves. He continued to stroke Sizhui through his orgasm, quiet whimpers against his lips as they parted from the kiss breathlessly, his free hand cradling his husband’s body.
Sizhui went limped against Jin Ling’s body, his legs couldn’t support his weight any longer as his chest continued to heave with deep heavy breath, his eyes flickered up to Jin Ling’s face to see the man smiling softly at him. “You did great, baby.” Jin Ling pressed a kiss against his forehead, his hands slowly switched Sizhui into a more comfortable position. Now, Sizhui’s bare bottom rest against the couch, his legs draped across the man’s thighs as he watched Jin Ling find something to clean the milky substances that’s dripping from their chest. His husband sighed when he couldn’t find anything useful- he didn’t want to spoil the expensive clothes they wore so instead he asked Sizhui to leaned back slightly.
“Lean back a bit, hmm that’s good.” Jin Ling leaned forward, burying his head in the man’s chest. His tongue slowly lapped up the milky substance on Sizhui’s chest, occasionally teasing his husband’s nipples. “A-Ling, what-what are you doing?” Sizhui whispered, hiding back a moan with his hand covering his face. He looked up at his beautiful cute husband, chuckling at how Sizhui’s ears are turning red again at the attention and he teasingly sucked on the man’s nipples. “Cleaning, plus have you seen how perky your nipples become?” Jin Ling’s tongue curled around the man’s nipples, licking it and sucking on it. “I-I did, stooop.” Sizhui bit back a moan as he tried to push away Jin Ling’s head from his chest. Jin Ling could only laugh quietly at his cute antics and leaned forward, capturing the man’s lips in a soft kiss.
“A-Ling,” Sizhui whispered as his husband slowly pressed kisses down his neck and stopping when Sizhui called in. Sizhui looked at him, his gaze gentle and soft and a small smile on his lips. “What’s wrong?” Jin Ling’s hands cradled his husband’s face, his thumb gently caressing the man’s cheeks. “I-I want to talk to you about earlier.” Sizhui mumbled, shyly playing with his own fingers. Jin Ling looked at him, watching as his husband shyly turned away from him. He could see Sizhui’s mouth open to talk but he couldn’t hear any words. “Baby, talk louder.” Jin Ling chuckled, turning Sizhui to face him again. He gave Sizhui a comforting look and slowly encouraged him to tell him what he wanted to say. “I-uhm was thinking about kids.” Sizhui blurted out, his cheeks turning red from the attention that Jin Ling gave and from what he said. “I-I want to have your kids.” He whispered, looking down at his fingers. Sizhui could feel his ears turning red, wanting for Jin Ling’s response.
“I know, we talked about this, didn’t we?” Jin Ling hummed in response, his fingers tracing over his husband’s features delicately. Sizhui could only blushed harder, seemingly there was steam coming out from his ears. “ I mean now, I want to have your kids now.” He whispered quietly, hoping Jin Ling could hear it. Jin Ling licked his lips, tilting Sizhui’s head up with a gentle lift and made Sizhui look at him. “Baby, you need to speak louder. Or else, I don’t know what you want.” Sizhui chewed on his lip, butterflies fluttering in his stomach as he tried to muster up courage to tell his husband. He really wants a child with Jin Ling, even so now after hearing what Jin Ling said.
“I really want to have children with you now.” Sizhui mustered up all his energy and declared it to Jin Ling with a loud but still shy voice. Jin Ling stared at him in shock but soon he pulled Sizhui into a crushing hug. “I’m glad you said that.” He whispered, peppering kisses all over his husband’s face. “I keep thinking about you with a baby in your belly.” Jin Ling pulled away, his hand slowly trailed down to Sizhui’s stomach. “I keep on imagining your stomach filled with our babies, round and big. I’m really glad you said that.” Jin Ling pulled away slightly to look at Sizhui and what he found was endearing.
Sizhui’s face was flushed all over, his ear redder than ever and his hands clenched into small fists. Jin Ling chuckled at him, making him quickly hide his face behind his hand. “Don’t look at me,” Sizhui shyly said, hiding his face behind his hands. “I-I’m just so happy that you said that.” He whispered to Jin Ling, making his husband laughed and with a playful chuckle, Jin Ling lifted both of them up. He slowly walked through the living room, avoiding falling down as much as he could and down the hallway to their bedroom. Their apartment isn’t very big, but it was just the right size for them.
Sizhui wrapped his arms around Jin Ling’s neck as he latched onto the man, walking into their bedroom. Jin Ling slowly set him down on the bed before sitting down beside Sizhui himself. They looked at each other, before turning away from each other shyly. Jin Ling blushed at the sudden thought of breeding his husband filled with his seed and Sizhui blushed at the thought of getting pregnant with Jin Ling’s kids. Sizhui decided to muster up his courage and turned to his husband, quietly grabbing his hand.
“Jin Ling,” He quietly said, grabbing his hand and gently caressed his lover’s hands. “Come here,” He whispered, leaning back and pulling Jin Ling on top of him. “Look at me,” Sizhui mumbled, his hands caressing the man’s face. Jin Ling looked at him, his arms supporting himself and quietly admired his husband. “Kiss me,” Sizhui smiled at him, pulling his head closer and connected their lips in a kiss.
It was a soft, gentle kiss where none of them tried to dominate the other. It was as if fireworks had exploded in their mouth, leaving Jin Ling wanting more and more. He buckled his hips against his husband’s, crotch against crotch and their cock rubbing against each other. Jin Ling was fully erect once again, his cock was stiff, red and leaking pre-cum, pushing against his stomach. He pulled away from the kiss and instead quietly settled down in between Sizhui’s legs. The sheets ruffled underneath them as Sizhui leaned back against the headboard, suddenly shy again at his husband’s attention on him. Jin Ling leaned forward, pressing his body against Sizhui and stuck his fingers in front of his mouth. “Open,” Sizhui’s mouth parted at the word Jin Ling gave and he stuck his fingers in Sizhui’s mouth; and Sizhui’s sucking on the fingers like he was made for it.
Sizhui’s gut started twisting at the thought of his husband’s cock slowly sinking into him stretching him and without notice, his cock was fattening again. Jin Ling pressed a small kiss onto his stomach and pulled his fingers from Sizhui’s mouth. Jin Ling looked up at his husband, one hand resting on his inner thigh while the other was searching for his hole. Sizhui buried his face in a pillow, his fingers clenched into fists as Jin Ling slowly and gently circled his rim. Sizhui gasped into the pillow, his fingers digging into his palm as his husband slowly circled his rim and slowly pushed one finger in. Sizhui hissed, his back arched as the sudden intrusion burned. He could only grip onto the pillow as Jin Ling’s finger in him started to move back and forth in an extremely slow pace.
“A-Ling,” He moaned quietly, his toes digging into the sheets underneath him as he tried to squeeze his thighs together to lessen the burn. “You gotta keep your legs open, baby.” Jin Ling gently push open his legs and move in closer to him. “I’m adding another one,” Jin Ling pulled out his finger, making Sizhui whimpered at the sudden loss and quickly he started circling his husband’s reddening rim, occasionally adding in a second finger. Jin Ling hummed a melody that he was working on as his finger continued circling Sizhui’s rim and sinking into the hole, knuckles deep. Sizhui writhed underneath him, his hole tightening at the sudden extra finger and he groaned at the burn once again. Jin Ling pulled his fingers back out, before pushing it back in again, knuckles deep and continued pulling it back out.
The rim was a colour of pink, stretched and snugged tightly against Jin Ling’s two fingers and knuckles deep. Sizhui could only groaned into the pillow, his teeth gnawing on his red bottom lip, desperately trying to keep his moans in. Jin Ling stretched his two-digit wide open, making Sizhui hissed at him and tried to get away from it. He continued at his own pace, fucking Sizhui with his fingers, making Sizhui to moan and grasped the pillow closer to his face. There was no doubt that Sizhui was feeling it, his upper body was red with sweat glistening on his skin, his nape and neck was reddening in seconds and most of all, his cock was twitching and leaking onto Jin Ling’s hand. And suddenly, Jin Ling pulled his fingers out and away from Sizhui, making him snapped his head up to look at Jin Ling. The look in his eyes was confusion and he pushed his hips eagerly against Jin Ling.
Jin Ling’s cock could only twitched in excitement as he watched his husband’s stretched pink hole clenched around nothing, desperately looking for his fingers again. He leaned forward, caging Sizhui in against the bed and him, his forearms supporting his weight as he watched Sizhui, his eyes filled with lust and unfocused from getting high. His hair messily hung on his head, his lips red and bitten, traces of drool could be seen on his chin. Hot breathe fanned against his face as Jin Ling leaned down to captured Sizhui’s lips in a dirty kiss. Their lips mushed together, Jin Ling kissing Sizhui as if he wanted to devour him alive. Jin Ling was everywhere, his tongue exploring the inner of Sizhui’s mouth, pressing against his tongue and sucking against his tongue. His hands slowly roamed Sizhui’s body, caressing down his body before giving his nipples a rub. Sizhui whimpered into the kiss, Jin Ling took the chance to tease him. Sizhui bucked his hips into Jin Ling’s crotch, their cocks slicked with precum touching together. Jin Ling pulled away from the dirty kiss, their breath mixing into one another as Sizhui looked up, his eyes glazed with arousal.
Jin Ling grabbed his cock in his hands, giving it a few pumps before lining up against Sizhui’s hole. “Ready?” He whispered as Sizhui hooked his arms around Jin Ling’s neck, their lips met in a soft kiss, his eyes meeting Jin Ling’s and with a small nod, Jin Ling entered him with a thrust earning a small groan from Sizhui as he slowly filled him up to the brim. A string of curses leaves Jin Ling’s mouth when he realized that Sizhui’s eyes had rolled back into the back of his head and he was clenching against him. “Baby, A-Yuan, baby.” He groaned as he pushed into him entirely, making Sizhui choke out a moan. Sizhui’s fingers began to claw and scratched down his back, leaving red angry marks down Jin Ling’s back, feeling good at how Jin Ling’s cock filled him to the brim. Jin Ling groaned out, burying his face into Sizhui’s shoulders. “You’re so tight, so good.” Jin Ling pulled back, just until the head of his cock was at Sizhui’s rim before slamming back into his hole again with a fast and erratic pace. Jin Ling was grunting as he pounded into his husband in a fast pace, his lips slowly panting his husband’s neck with purple hues, placing love bites onto his jaw as he continued to slide in and out of his holes in a steady pace. Sizhui’s cock was twitching in anticipation, standing eagerly against his stomach and rubbed between both of their bodies as Jin Ling continued to fuck him. Every time Jin Ling pulled back, Sizhui swore that the head of his husband’s cock would catch on his rim, stretching it even further and adding onto the burn and pleasure of how good he felt.
Sizhui choked out a moan when he realized Jin Ling switched his position. He pulled up Sizhui’s legs and held them by his shoulders as he continued to pound into Sizhui’s hole, the head of his cock hitting that spot, again and again. Sizhui’s cock was painfully abandoned in between them and Jin Ling’s cock pounding into that spot, making the heat in Sizhui’s stomach grew larger and heavier. “A-Ling-” Sizhui choked out, his eyes watery at the bliss and pleasure, at how good Jin Ling is making him feel. He could feel his husband’s cock twitched inside of him and if anything, he swore Jin Ling’s cock was getting bigger every time he thrusts into his hole. “Ah-Ah! It feels so good!” Sizhui moaned out, his loud dirty lewd moans echoed through the room. Their bodies pushed up against each other, sweat glistening on their skin. The sound of Jin Ling entering him again and again echoed through the room with loud lewd squelch, making Sizhui clenched around his husband’s cock even more. Jin Ling was feeling himself, occasionally switching Sizhui’s legs into a different position. Jin Ling pushed open his husband’s legs, his cock slowly going in and out of him as high-pitched moans escaped Sizhui’s lips every time Jin Ling’s cock hit the spot. Jin Ling was just ramming into him, occasionally changing his pace from slow, gentle thrust to rough, quick ramming. Sizhui swore every time Jin Ling rammed into him, he could see black spots appearing in his vision, his cock painfully hard and twitching in between them.
Sizhui’s body writhed underneath Jin Ling as he continued to pound into his hole, his cock twitching and his brain hazy before moaning loudly at how good it felt. “G-Gonna cum,” Jin Ling groaned, holding Sizhui closer to him as he pulled out before slamming his cock back in again at a slow gentle pace; “D-Do it inside,” Sizhui could only clawed at his husband’s back as the head of his cock once again hits that spot, making Sizhui’s eyes rolled back into his head. Jin Ling grunted as he worked himself into Sizhui’s ass, both their heads buried in each other necks, painting each other’s neck with purple and pink hues. With one last sharp thrust of Jin Ling’s hips, Sizhui moaned into his husband’s neck as both of them came hard, Jin Ling’s pulsing hard cock throbbing and filling Sizhui’s ass to the brim with his seed. Ropes of white painted both of their chest as Sizhui gasped and writhed underneath him, his cock spurting out cum against his stomach.
Jin Ling collapsed down onto his husband, kissing the man’s neck softly and gently, showering him with kisses and praises. “You look pretty like this.” Jin Ling spoke through ragged breathe, his eyes trained on his husband’s face. Sizhui was in no doubt handsome, even especially after sex when his black hair now damp, soaked with sweat stick onto his forehead in a messy way, his eyes puffy and swollen with tears and his lips plumper and redder than usual. His cheeks and ears stained with a reddish pink hue; bright purple marks painted his shoulders from morning sex a few days earlier along with fresh red marks decorating his throat down to his shoulders. “A-Ling,” Sizhui began and Jin Ling looked down at him, slowly sliding off his body and onto the bed. Jin Ling pulled his husband’s closer, letting Sizhui rest his head on his arm with Jin Ling as the big spoon. Sizhui faced against Jin Ling’s chest, his hands rests against Jin Ling’s chest as he tried to keep his eyes open. “We should clean this off.” Sizhui mumbled, his hands searching around for something to clean the milky substances off him. “I got you,” Jin Ling reached behind him, grabbing a small tissue box from the nightstand and started to wipe off Sizhui’s cum from their body.
He watched as Sizhui’s eyes slowly closed, his lips pressed into a small smile and drifted off to sleep. Jin Ling dropped the tissues on the nightstand beside the bed, gently shifting his husband into his arms and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “I love you.” Jin Ling quietly whispered to his sleeping husband, knowing that when he wakes up in the morning, his husband would be right beside him.
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Sizhui woke up, the muscles in his body got cramped up from all the sleeping and he yawned quietly, trying not to wake the sleeping man beside him. He winced slightly when he tried to move and realized that he had fell asleep right after the sex yesterday. Sizhui looked down at himself, a small blush creeping into his cheeks as he realized the position he’s in. He was sleeping on Jin Ling’s arms, his head sleeping on one of Jin Ling’s arms and his hands rests on the man’s chest. He looked up at his husband, quietly admiring the man’s features.
His long lashes brushed slightly against his eyelids as his eyes fluttered slightly, his mouth slightly open as he snores. Sizhui’s eyes flickered past his beautiful eyes, his round defined nose and his bow-shaped lips. There was not even an inch of imperfection on his husband that he can’t see. Sizhui leaned forward, pressing a kiss against his husband’s forehead and smiled gently at him. He pulled away from Jin Ling slowly, fearing that he would wake him up but then realized that his husband sleeps like a dead log when he’s asleep. He managed to get out of the bed without making much noise and winced when he realized his bottom is sore. He grumbled at himself, rubbing his bottom. “Jin Rulan.” He pulled the blanket over his husband, hoping it would warm him and let him sleep more.
Sizhui walked to the corner of the room, stopping in front of their full-length mirror and looked at himself in the mirror. There was bright purple love marks decorating his collarbones all the way to his shoulders and even more pink reddish hues on his neck. He gently touched them and could only chuckled at himself, at the amount of love bites on his body. His nipples were still perky and swollen from what happened yesterday; and he turned around slightly to look at his bottom. That was when he realized there was still something dripping out of him. He looked in between his thighs to find milky substances trickling down his thigh and a blush creeped into his cheeks when he realized it was his husband’s cum. With a sneaky smile, Sizhui decided to just ignore the dripping cum.
After a while, he walked into the kitchen, a small skip in his step as he decided to start cooking breakfast for both of them. He ties the apron around himself and hummed quietly to one of the popular songs lately. “Moonchild, don’t cry-” He pulled out the ingredients and started to chop them up. Sizhui would stop time to time to brace himself against the counter, goosebumps rising all over his arms as his bare back is exposed to the cold winter. It was not long until he started to cook, the smell of pancakes was healing for his heart. “When moon rise, it’s your time. Come on now, moonchild.” He quietly sang as he stirred the soup in the pot, unaware that a pair of eyes was watching him intently from the entrance of the kitchen.
Jin Ling woke up, a loud yawn escaping his lips as he stretched his arms, touching the side of the bed, only to find it cold and empty. “A-Yuan, darling?” He mumbled through his sleepiness, popping one eye open to see where his husband is. “Baby?” He croaked out, his throat dry from having his mouth open and he realized he must have been snoring again. He pulled back the blanket, goosebumps started to crawl up his skin when he realized he slept naked yesterday. He collapsed back onto the bed, his arms sprawled over the bed and he turned to his side to look at the door. He breathed in the scent of the room, a mixed of after-sex scent, pine wood and something delicious. “He must be cooking then,” Jin Ling mumbled sleepily at himself, pulling himself up and ruffled his hair.
Jin Ling quickly slipped on some briefs and a shirt to keep himself warm. He looked at the mirror in front of him and quickly tried to comb his messy hair. It was sticking up everywhere and the least he could do is smoothed it down. He walked out of their bedroom, hearing a voice singing his recently released song and smiled to himself. He walked closer to the kitchen, watching as his husband slowly humming his new song and stirred the pot of kimchi soup. Jin Ling leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed against his chest as he watched his husband swayed his hips, humming softly.