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"Come on, Little Mo, run faster!"
"I can't", comes the breathless reply, almost drowned out by the heavy rain around them. "If I– if I run… any faster… then…"
He Tian turns half around and eventually comes to a stop before walking back a few steps, putting a hand on Guanshan's shoulder who is hunched forward, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.
"Little Mo, are you still drunk?"
"Hmm… maybe, I feel… dizzy… kinda sick…"
Worry spreads in He Tian's gut instantly and he idly wipes some drops of rain from his upper lip. The wind keeps whipping water right into his face, the shirt he had hastily put on before fleeing the garage is completely soaked by now.
"Look at me", he says, gently putting both hands on Guanshan's face now, cupping his cheeks and making him lift his head.
Even in the dark he can see those cheeks are still a little flushed and feel slightly warm to the touch despite the coldness of the rain. He moves his hand up to the forehead which feels warm as well.
"How sick do you feel?", he asks before looking about, but there's nobody else around at this time of night during such a fierce rainstorm. "Can you walk? Or do you need to lay down on a park bench for a moment maybe?"
Guanshan shakes his head and He Tian lets go of his face, turning around and crouching down in front of him.
"Hop on, I'll carry you, it's not that far anymore."
Guanshan seems to hesitate. "But…"
"Little Mo, please", He Tian begs, "don't you want to get out of these cold, wet clothes and take a hot shower as soon as possible?"
"But what about Jian Yi and Zhan Zhengxi?"
He Tian looks over his shoulder, his wet hair almost covering his eyes completely. He wipes it sideways.
"They ran in the other direction after we took off", he shrugs, "probably a good thing, so Brother Qiu didn't know whom to follow… he did get you once, right?"
The redhead makes a face and one of his hands reaches behind himself, touching the back of his thigh.
"Who uses a fucking belt these days?", he mumbles but finally moves forward and carefully climbs onto He Tian's back, who slowly rises up while looping his arms under his boyfriend's knees.
Guanshan isn't heavy - never was - but the wet clothes sticking to their cold, clammy skin are not exactly pleasant. He Tian adjusts Guanshan's position on his back and then wastes no further time and starts walking down the road in quick steps.
"Hold on to me", he says before his legs start falling into a trot that's somewhat between walking and running.
The streets are wet and slippery, so he goes a bit slower than he usually would in order to minimize the risk of them falling and hurting themselves.
Guanshan's arms are locked around his shoulders and he can feel the other one's face pressing into his nape.
Normally He Tian would've murdered for an opportunity like this. But this situation isn't exactly ideal. After drinking almost an entire bottle of rice wine, Guanshan should've been able to rest undisturbed for the remainder of the night, yet they got caught up in Zhengxi's bullshit again and had to flee Qiu's garage in a hurry when the guy came after all of them with his damn belt.
And He Tian can't even find it in himself to blame him for ticking out. After all they torched some of his bikes, caused major damage to the ground level and to top it all off they got his complete house flooded by the rain, leaving the sofa bed and the extra mattress in a revolting state.
He Tian knows that his brother will probably pay to get everything fixed, however the amount of kissing up he'd have to do in order for him to let this one slide… he doesn't look forward to that part. Not one bit.
They reach his apartment soon enough as the distance from the shopping district isn't far. Though He Tian doesn't let go of Guanshan, keeping him on his back and only making him press the buttons to enter the building.
They ride up the elevator in silence that only gets interrupted by the soft humming noise of the engine and the constant drips of water from their clothes onto the metal ground.
By the time they reach his floor, He Tian stands in a little puddle of rain water.
The elevator dings and he steps out, turning right before coming to a halt in front of his door.
"Little Mo", he says quietly.
"Hmn?", comes the muffled reply against his nape.
"You have to put in the security code."
For a moment it feels as if Guanshan is rubbing his nose softly against his skin and He Tian wants nothing more than to let go of him, spin him around and pull him into the biggest, most heart-felt hug.
Soon, soon…, he tells himself and watches as Guanshan extends an arm to punch in the short keycode to open the apartment door.
It beeps and a second later there's a small click when the door unlocks and opens just the tiniest crack. He Tian kicks it open fully, walking them through before using that same foot to kick it shut.
Darkness surrounds them immediately.
Darkness, warmth, a familiar scent and the soft drumming of rain against the large window panes.
He Tian lets Guanshan glide from his back and when the other one still doesn't let go of his shoulders, he turns around in that half-embrace to face him.
"Hey", he says and smiles.
Guanshan breathes out softly. He Tian can feel it against his face.
"Have you sobered up a little?"
His hands are lying on the redhead's hips. Casually, almost innocently. Yet there's nothing innocent about his intentions.
Guanshan's head sinks forward against He Tian's collarbone.
"Mh, yeah… I think so…", comes the slurred reply.
"Do you want to take a shower?"
A slight head shake is the answer and He Tian sighs.
"You have to get out of these wet clothes though. Come on. I'll bring you a towel and something dry you can slip into."
When Guanshan still makes no attempt to move, He Tian simply walks him against the nearest wall and plucks his hands from around his shoulders before going down to his knees to help him get rid of his sneakers.
Guanshan is cooperative here, using the wall behind himself for support. He lifts his left leg, then the right one, letting He Tian take off the shoes and socks.
When He Tian stands up again, he can't resist but lean in, placing both his hands against the wall next to his boyfriend's head.
His eyes are getting used to the darkness and he can make out Guanshan's basic face features. He angles his head and comes even closer then, leaving a small peck on Guanshan's cheek who gives an amused huff in response.
"Is that all?", he asks and his voice sounds mellow, almost teasing.
"Oh?!", He Tian raises an eyebrow. "So feisty tonight?"
There's a small tug on the hem of his shirt when Guanshan's hands reach forward. A silent indicator to what he actually wants.
And what kind of person would He Tian be to refuse him anything?
He leans in once more, this time aiming for the other one's lips.
It's a chaste kiss at first. Just their soft lips, gentle pressure, no sound, no tongue, no wetness.
He Tian's eyes fall close. His own cheeks feel a little hot. One of his hands peels away from the wall and wanders to Guanshan's face instead, thumb gently stroking over his cheekbone. The rest of his fingertips glide over the outer shell of his ear, feeling the warmth of the flushed skin.
It's comforting to know that this affects them both in many ways.
He opens his mouth, warm breath washing over both their faces, and he nips at Guanshan's bottom lip - it's a tentative gesture, a question.
The answer is positive and comes quickly: Parted lips, a wet tongue and a small moan is all the invitation He Tian needs.
Soon their tongues are rubbing against each other in a lazy fashion and Guanshan's hands have wormed their way under He Tian's wet shirt, searching for the naked, but damp skin.
"We need… to take… these off…", He Tian mumbles between kisses and Guanshan only nods against his lips, so He Tian lifts his own arms wordlessly and lets him pull up the shirt which gets discarded onto the floor right where they stand.
A moment later he helps Guanshan with his shirt as well before immediately reaching for his dark gray track pants, hooking his thumbs into the waistband on either side.
Guanshan gasps.
"W-wait…"
He Tian stops and draws back for a second, his hands still.
"What is it?"
"I…", Guanshan starts but he doesn't finish and turns his head instead, looking away.
"Are you embarrassed?", He Tian asks teasingly. "Come on, now… these are soaked, too. We have to take everything off if we don't want to catch a cold."
Guanshan whips his head back and gives a low hiss. "I know what you have in mind, He Tian… I might be a little tipsy, but I'm not stupid."
He Tian smiles and leans forward to place a soft kiss onto the other one's forehead. "I never thought you were."
His body crowds closer, his left knee slipping between the redhead's legs, the thigh putting gentle pressure on the crotch in front of him.
He leans their cheeks against one another, whispering into his ear.
"Isn't this what you want?"
Guanshan whimpers. And the sound shoots right towards He Tian's groin.
"Fuck!!"
He closes his eyes, his right hand balling into a fist, hitting the wall next to their heads with a low thud.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me? Guanshan?"
Shaky hands hold on to his waist while the midsection in front of him starts moving against the small jerks of his own hips.
He can't believe that Guanshan is actually responding to this. He thought his boyfriend would've put an end to this by now, started shouting and complaining, demanding they have separate sleeping arrangements for tonight. But instead they're here - grinding against each other by the wall next to the entrance door.
However, this place won't do, so He Tian reaches for Guanshan's thighs, his large hands getting a grip on them from the outside as he moves both his legs in between them.
"Put your arms around me", he murmurs into his ear before adjusting his stance and lifting Guanshan up whose first instinct is to wrap his legs around He Tian's waist.
His hands hold on to the shoulders and they look at each other whilst He Tian walks them over to his large double bed.
Upon arriving, he sets his right knee onto the mattress and Guanshan lets himself fall backwards onto the sheets.
He watches him crawling into the middle, making room for him and He Tian quickly kicks off his shoes, eager to follow him.
He gently shoves Guanshan's legs apart and settles between them, carefully lowering his weight onto him. His left arm supports himself on the mattress, next to Guanshan's head, the other hand comes to lie on the narrow chest in front of him, palm over the left side, feeling the accelerated heartbeat.
He Tian swallows.
"Are you nervous?", he asks and isn't so sure if he can mask his own excitement from his voice.
The redhead groans and lifts both his arms, covering his face by crossing them in front of it.
"Don't ask such embarrassing shit."
He Tian closes his eyes for a moment and chuckles. "Guess that answers my question after all."
When Guanshan remains silent, He Tian sighs and gingerly drags the lower arm away from his face. His thumb drags over the bottom lip, splitting the other one's mouth for a second, before he resumes their kiss from earlier, his still wet fringe leaving traces of rainwater on Guanshan's upper cheeks.
To his relief, Guanshan is still receptive and reciprocates everything that He Tian does. The kisses, the touches, the slight movement of his hips…
For several minutes they just lie on the bed, wet mouth sounds filling the air next to the wind whipping rain against the windows. Outside it's cold and wet. Inside the apartment it's warm and comfortable.
He Tian can feel Guanshan's hard-on pressing against his own with every jerky movement of their hips.
Shit! He's so turned on and he wants more.
Would Guanshan let him go further though?
To his surprise he doesn't even have to ask since the other one's hands, continuously roaming his back, are suddenly going lower, tracing the waistband of his sweatpants, fingertips tentatively slipping under the elastic.
Trying to encourage him, He Tian gives a particularly sharp thrust which makes Guanshan gasp into his mouth in return. His hands dive deeper, between fabric and skin, squeezing lightly.
He Tian sees stars before his inner eye and it takes everything he has to not come on the spot like the damn teenager he is. Fucking hell! Who would've thought Guanshan had it in him? He knows that his boyfriend's newfound bravery is likely attributed to the alcohol in his system, yet Guanshan had said he had mostly sobered up already. So maybe this slight buzz has actually given him the extra courage he needed in order to act without so many reservations? Whatever it is that makes him act like this - He Tian is so, so grateful.
With Guanshan's hands kneading the flesh of his behind, pressing him harder and harder against his crotch, creating unbearable friction, He Tian is about to lose his goddamn mind. He needs to free his aching cock, needs to get rid of these rough confines.
His hands reach down but instead of going for Guanshan's pants again, He Tian opts for his own this time, quickly sliding the waistband to mid-thigh, together with his underwear.
A sigh of relief escapes his lips, hot breath against Guanshan's face, whose movements come to a halt.
"...He Tian?", he asks quietly, a hint of uncertainty swinging in his voice.
He Tian swallows hard and closes his eyes, leaning down, hiding his face in the crook of Guanshan's neck while his right hand slips between their bodies, getting a hold of his own cock.
"I'll be quick… don't move", he whispers and he can hear the other one swallow as well, those hands still on his ass, now slightly trembling.
He starts moving his hand up and down, slow at first, his grip a little too firm, hissing from the sensation. Shit! This feels too good.
His breath comes in short, shallow puffs against the skin of Guanshan's collarbone. This won't take long. He's wanted this for far too long already, had fantasized about this and similar scenarios hundreds of times before.
Licking over his suddenly dry lips with an erratic gesture, he starts moving faster, can't help the occasional low moans escaping his mouth. He doesn't want to startle Guanshan, maybe this is already too nerve wracking for him, yet He Tian can't help it. He needs release like never before.
"—with you."
His eyes snap open and his hand stops. Huh? Did Guanshan say something just now?
With a shaking left arm he pushes himself up to look in the other one's very flushed face.
"What is it?", he whispers, his right hand slowly releasing the strong grip.
Fuck! He's so close…
Guanshan stares at him through hooded eyes, bottom lip aquiver before he bites down on it for a moment.
"Take me with you", he iterates, his cheeks turning an even darker shade after saying it.
He Tian blinks. He's not sure if he understands. Does he really want to do it together?
"You mean…?"
His unfinished question hangs in the air like thick smoke and the next thing he knows is that Guanshan lets go of his ass, fingertips lightly brushing against his side before he hooks his thumbs into the front of his track pants and pushes them down. Just enough to take out his uncut dick - hard and ready, skin pulled back, the tip wet with precum.
"Shit", He Tian mumbles and his gaze jumps between the leaking cock and Guanshan's face.
You're incredible!, he thinks. How did I deserve someone like you?
He watches the redhead taking a hold of his erection with both hands - the left circling the base while half-cupping the balls, the fingers of his right hand closing around the shaft, giving it a few strokes.
He Tian is so mesmerized from the view that he almost forgets about his own rockhard cock which desperately begs for attention, now that his brain almost short-circuits from what he's witnessing.
After a heartbeat he starts moving his hand again, their fingers lightly brushing against one another while they move in sync, both chasing their own climax.
He Tian forces himself to look away from their midsections, instead searching for Guanshan's face in the semi-darkness.
Gray eyes meet amber eyes. Both their mouths slightly open, panting softly, chests rising and falling, cheeks red and heated.
He leans down, capturing those irresistible lips, kissing him ardently.
The sounds coming from Guanshan's throat are out of this world and He Tian opens his hand, gently shoving his boyfriend's hand away so he can take both of them into his hold. He slides his own cock against Guanshan's and it feels smooth and effortless, the sensation making his scalp tingle.
The tip of his index finger glides over both their heads, smearing precum everywhere.
More hungry kisses, the air electrified with their moans and gasps, the rustling of sheets below them.
He Tian needs more air. He breaks the kiss, leans their foreheads together, heart hammering like crazy in his chest, so loud he can hear the beat inside his head.
He says, breathless, "Fuck! …I want you… so much…" and Guanshan only nods, his hands sneaking around He Tian's neck, pulling him down for another kiss.
It's not long before he starts shifting underneath him and He Tian recognizes the familiar twitching of the thighs. Almost there…
"Are you close?"
Another nod, followed by a whisper: "Yeah, but— these pants… it's…"
"Mh."
He Tian grits his teeth and stops his hand movements, releasing the grip. Guanshan is right. It is getting kind of uncomfortable in these wet pants with those tight elastic bands pressing into their skin.
Hurriedly they push them down, kicking impatiently, He Tian helping Guanshan to drag the last bit over his foot.
Finally, naked at last.
He Tian leans back for a moment to take in the view in front of him: Guanshan sprawled out on the bed, no clothes, just skin and sweat, legs open, hand on his cock, breathless, flushed cheeks - he's most inviting and oh so beautiful.
He must be dreaming.
If he moves, if he makes a sound, the dream will shatter and he'll wake up, getting catapulted back into reality.
But none of this happens. Instead, Guanshan reaches for his arm with his free hand, gently tugging, pulling him back on top.
He Tian complies, a sharp intake of breath when their overly sensitive cocks touch again.
He continues where he had left off moments ago.
It doesn't take long now, his wrist moving, rhythm stuttering, uncoordinated motions, a constant change between tugging, squeezing, pulling, hectically sliding up and down.
His cheeks are burning, eyes squeezed shut, sweat covering his forehead and temples, his still wet hair sticking to his face.
And then the whole world zeroes down to this, an invisible, unbreakable dome above the bed, enclosing them, nothing else exists anymore, only this room: Him and Guanshan and a myriad of feelings in between them.
The moans are getting louder until he can't tell their voices apart anymore.
Guanshan holds on to his upper arms, fingertips digging into his biceps, his hips start jerking uncontrollably.
Seconds later he's coming all over his abdomen and chest. He Tian's eyes snap open, he watches him come undone: At first - Guanshan's face is distorted as if he's in pain, brows furrowed, teeth gritted, but then - total relief, catharsis, mouth hanging open, face muscles relaxing as his body goes limp.
It's the most beautiful thing He Tian has ever seen and it only takes him seconds to follow, coming on Guanshan's torso, a string of incoherent curses falling from his lips while he keeps jerking them both until nothing comes out anymore.
He lets go, his arm slacking, muscles trembling until he can't hold himself up any longer and collapses onto the lean body beneath him, both their stomachs and chests now sticky with the outcome of their mutual desire.
He Tian tries to catch his breath, his heart beating so hard against his ribcage that he's sure Guanshan can feel it.
"Fuck", comes a breathy remark from the redhead and He Tian can only reply "Yeah…"
Minutes pass by while they just lie there, on top of each other, hands idly stroking here and there, trying to calm their frantic heartbeats.
With a sigh, He Tian rolls off Guanshan, laying on his side, facing him. The other one's head rolls to the side lazily before his whole body follows.
They stare at each other, a light smile tugging at the corner of He Tian's mouth.
Guanshan's nose wrinkles when he accidentally comes into contact with the drying semen on He Tian's chest.
He can feel it too, it's not at all pleasant.
"Let me get a wet towel", he says, about to get up, before he pauses again. "Unless you want to shower now?"
Guanshan stifles a yawn.
"Too tired", he mumbles and He Tian just nods. He understands.
It had been a busy day, a long evening, a chaotic night. And now this… this incredible, unbelievable thing happened and he's still afraid to wake up any moment now, finding out it was all a dream after all.
When he walks towards the bathroom, he almost feels like walking on clouds. His feet don't touch the ground, he's floating, the world feels fuzzy and mellow, diffused at the edges.
He squints from the bright lights in the bathroom, they're hurting his eyes which became so used to the darkness over the past hour.
Slowly he walks over to the sink and stares at his mirror image. His hair looks a little flat since it's still not fully dry and he keeps messing with it for a while before just grabbing a towel and rubbing at it vigorously in an attempt to help it dry quicker.
Next he wets the same towel with a bit of warm water from the tap and starts cleaning his chest and stomach until no traces of their cum are left.
He Tian stares at himself for a little longer then. Wondering if Guanshan thinks that he looks attractive.
Because Guanshan is…! —probably the sexiest being He Tian has ever laid eyes on. Those fierce amber eyes, that red short hair, that constant frown on his face, the way his lips curl into a nasty smile whenever he's about to get revenge for something… that slim waist, the long legs, delicate wrists, pink nipples on a fair chest, lightly dusted with freckles… shit!
He looks down and finds himself hard all over again. Brilliant.
He breathes out slowly and bends forward, splashing some cold water into face. It helps a little bit.
Next he reaches for a fresh towel and wipes his face before wetting one side with a bit of hot water.
When he steps back into his open, spacious living room, he can see Guanshan still lying on his side on the bed, the city lights behind him daintily illuminating his frame.
He approaches the bed, his naked feet barely making any sound on the warm wooden floorboards.
The mattress sinks in when he crawls back onto the bed, gently pushing on Guanshan's shoulder to roll him onto his back.
"Hey", he says in a whisper tone, waiting until the other one opens his eyes.
"Mhh?", comes the tired reply.
"Here, let me help you."
He Tian starts wiping the already dried bits of Guanshan's abdomen and chest, making sure it's all gone before he gives him a final wipe with the dry side of the towel.
Carelessly tossing it next to the bed, he manages to pull the blanket out from below himself and urges Guanshan to do the same.
"I don't want you to catch a cold after all."
Guanshan is oddly compliant, never protesting or complaining, and once they're both settled comfortably under the thick covers, He Tian scoots closer, slipping one of his knees between his boyfriend's thighs.
He slings an arm around Guanshan's body, hand resting in the small of his back, his left arm is bent under his head, used as a pillow.
Both of Guanshan's hands are lightly touching He Tian's chest and their faces are merely inches away from each other, close enough to feel the warm exhale ghosting over their skin.
They lie like this for several minutes, perfectly still, yet He Tian's heart pounds like crazy, a weird feeling settling in the pit of his stomach while he can faintly hear the blood rushing in his ears.
Guanshan's eyes are closed, but He Tian can tell that he's not asleep.
Maybe the redhead is just as agitated as himself?
He Tian licks over his lips and breathes out as evenly as he can manage.
"I don't think I can sleep yet", he says in a low voice, trying to sound casual.
He doesn't think he succeeded.
Guanshan's eyes slowly open, focusing on the face in front of him.
He Tian tries to smile.
The hand that has been motionless on the other one's back starts moving now, his fingertips drawing small circles over his tailbone, gently gliding up and down the lower part of his spine.
Guanshan makes a small sound, a slight tremor shaking up his whole body for a few seconds.
"What—", a swallow, "what d'you have in mind?"
It sounds husky, a bit slurred, and very nervous.
He Tian thinks feverishly about how to say it. He knows exactly what he wants. But how can he say it without spooking Guanshan? Without sounding like an idiot horny teenager?
After a jittery exhale his right hand wanders lower, brushing over Guanshan's behind, squeezing lightly before his fingertips slide into the valley with a feathery touch.
Guanshan tenses up immediately and He Tian waits patiently until he releases the tension again when nothing else happens for several heartbeats.
"I want to do it."
Fingertips dig into his chest, the thighs around his knee twitch.
"You mean…?"
"...yeah."
Guanshan's forehead sinks against his chest, the soft red strands tickling the underside of He Tian's chin.
He waits.
Guanshan's breath comes out in short, nervous puffs against his heated skin.
Time goes by - seconds, minutes - and then, eventually—
"Okay."
His eyes widen.
Wow! Did he… did he really just agree to it?
He Tian can't believe it. His heartbeat picks up instantly and it takes another minute until his body starts moving on its own, pushing Guanshan onto his back, climbing on top of him, pressing him down into the soft sheets.
Even in the dark he can see his boyfriend's reddened cheeks, the slight tint at the top part of his ears. And he can feel the heat above his own cheekbones as well.
Fuck! He wants this so badly! And he's not the only one - evidence of Guanshan's willingness is already pressing against He Tian's pelvis.
A second later he's diving down, capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss.
Guanshan's arms wind around his back, fingers pressing into the soft flesh at his sides.
Tongues circling each other, saliva wetting the corners of their mouths, they continue like this for several minutes until He Tian suddenly throws the covers from his back and leans to the side, yanking open the drawer of his small nightstand beside the bed.
For a few seconds he just stares into it, feeling Guanshan's gaze on him, questioningly, then he grabs one of the small, colorful bottles and bends back, dropping said bottle onto the mattress.
"Do you know what you're doing?", comes the quiet question and He Tian thinks briefly about how to answer that.
"I…", he starts and readjusts his position on top of his boyfriend.
"I've seen some videos", he finally answers slowly and that really is about it. There is nothing more - like personal experience or asking someone else. That'd be ridiculous. With whom? From whom? There has never been anyone else. Just Guanshan.
"So you never…?"
"Ah, no. Of course not!"
A heartbeat.
"I see."
Without another word, He Tian reaches for the little red bottle and snaps open the cap. It only holds 200ml and it's half empty already, but that should be enough. Right? He sincerely hopes so.
Squeezing a small amount onto his fingers, he realizes how quickly the cool gel heats up and he puts the lubricant aside again, looking into Guanshan's face who breathes out and starts drawing up his legs.
He Tian pushes the blanket further away with his free hand before settling himself between the other one's legs, stroking the right thigh in what he hopes is a calming manner.
He takes a moment to stare at the exposed cock in front of him, resting hard against Guanshan's abdomen. His gaze wanders lower, taking in the view. To his surprise there is no hair - just smooth, shaved skin - and he gently presses one of his thighs further up to gain easier access.
"Quit staring", Guanshan grits, blushing furiously before closing his eyes.
He Tian gives him a lopsided smile that doesn't last long, he's concentrating back onto the task at hand - his sticky fingers nearing that pink hole. He brushes over it once and Guanshan's breath hitches.
Alarmed, He Tian looks up, but the redhead breathes out and watches him through half-lidded eyes, so he leans in, kissing him once more while his finger circles around the rim before breaching it tentatively, just pushing in until the first knuckle.
Guanshan's body freezes upon the intrusion and He Tian spreads butterfly kisses all over his cheek, murmuring words of encouragement. He can feel the tense muscles relaxing again and finally dares to push further. There is hardly any resistance after going past the rim and all he can do is marvel at the softness of Guanshan's inner walls, the tight heat and the way his finger almost gets sucked in due to the pulsating movement of the muscles around him which constantly tense and relax.
He wonders how he's supposed to last when entering him for real. This is already more than he can bear - such sensations around his cock would have him come in mere seconds.
He waits for a while, giving Guanshan some time to adjust, then he starts moving his arm, slowly dragging his single digit out, only to push it right back in a moment later.
"Haah", a short moan, followed by a low hiss comes over Guanshan's lips and He Tian can't resist but to bite that trembling bottom lip, sucking on it while his finger is constantly moving in and out.
It doesn't take long until it feels like Guanshan is used to it - so He Tian cautiously adds a second finger, apprehensively watching the other one's every reaction in order not to hurt him.
Slow at first, but faster with time, He Tian moves his index and middle finger in and out, secretly marveling at the fact that he's technically already inside his boyfriend's body.
He feels incredible, so soft and slippery, pliable, sometimes clamping down on him and the wet, sticky sounds together with the suppressed moans are music to his ears.
He loves the sight of his fingers disappearing into Guanshan's body, but he knows that just two fingers will most likely not be enough to properly prepare him for what's about to come.
So he drags them out, reaching for the lubricant once more.
"Help me out here, yeah?"
Guanshan blinks, clearly confused.
"Hm? What…?"
He Tian takes his hand and squeezes out more of the clear gel, wetting the underside of Guanshan's fingers, who wears a slightly panicked expression on his face all of a sudden.
"Wait, wait! You want me to… to put my own f-fingers— inside?!"
The bottle snaps shut and He Tian pauses, glancing at him.
"Yeah. Why? Have you never done that?"
The blush across Guanshan's face is fierce and beautiful.
"M-maybe once… or twice…", he mumbles, avoiding He Tian's gaze.
With a deep sigh he finally reaches down, searching for his entrance and lightly presses against his hole that easily gives way.
He Tian can't look away, he's totally captivated. He watches him pushing the first finger inside, testing the range of movement, then immediately adding the second digit upon his next push-in.
He moves them around, starts pumping, knuckles-deep, a frustrated groan slipping over his lips when he can't go any deeper.
That's when He Tian decides to get involved again. He leans forward, watching those fingers closely before gliding with his sticky fingertips around that stretched rim, applying pressure.
Probably realizing now what he plans to do, Guanshan holds still at last, waiting for He Tian to make his move.
He keeps pressing, ultimately succeeding in getting an additional finger into that tight hole.
Guanshan's legs are shaking. He's gasping, shaking his head.
"More… gel…", he whines and He Tian immediately picks up the bottle with his free hand and squeezes a generous amount directly over his crack. It gets everywhere. On Guanshan's balls, his ass, flowing over both their fingers, dripping down onto the mattress, creating a dark, wet spot. But neither of them cares about that.
Instead they start pushing their fingers in and out, again and again until it becomes easier, until there's less friction and less contractions of the muscles.
That's when He Tian adds his index finger - the fourth and last - causing Guanshan to throw his head back, eliciting a long-winded moan from his throat.
He holds perfectly still, waiting for the contractions to stop. Their fingers are in there together, pressed tightly, and it feels incredible.
After a while, Guanshan gives a slight nod and they start moving again - slow but pressing in deep each time - until it feels like he's well-prepared, ready to take in something slightly wider than their combined fingers.
He Tian slips out, soon followed by Guanshan, who falls back onto the mattress, a little out of breath, staring at the ceiling in the dark.
Watching him for a few seconds, He Tian leans back, kind of lost for a moment as if he's not sure about what comes next. But he knows. He definitely knows and it's causing a slight tremble in his hands when he helps Guanshan to roll over onto his stomach - though not before throwing a questioning look over his shoulder.
He Tian tries to smile despite being so nervous he could explode any moment.
"I think it will be easier to relax this way… I don't want to hurt you."
Guanshan's expression is unreadable, yet he complies and carefully lies down. He reaches for one of the pillows and puts it under his chin, holding on to the corners, his whole body anything but relaxed.
He Tian sits next to him on the mattress, his right hand gliding from the neck, down his spine, to the soft curve of his behind. A calming, grounding touch. Guanshan lets out a shaky exhale.
Looking for the rest of that bottle of lube, He Tian gently pushes his boyfriend's thighs apart, kneeling between them, softly stroking the backside of his thighs.
There's a red mark on the right one, quite wide and a little warm to the touch.
This must be where Qiu had gotten Guanshan with the belt once. The thought of their hurried, hilarious escape almost makes him laugh, but he merely shakes his head to clear his mind. That is not important now - but this right here, them, is!
He squeezes the rest of the bottle contents onto his own cock, coating it liberally, lube dripping everywhere, and then he leans over Guanshan's back, his slick fingers finding his hole with ease, testing the tensibility.
He's still soft, warm, irresistible.
And it's at this moment, when He Tian is about to push in, that the whole weight of what he's about to do is suddenly crashing down on him.
He pauses and realizes several things at once.
One - he's fucking sixteen and about to fuck the only person in the world he actually truly cares about.
Two - he's never felt so insecure in his entire life before.
And three - he's also never been so happy before!
Guanshan is here with him, very much naked, just as ready and willing as himself, and he trusts him. Trusts He Tian not to hurt him, trusts He Tian that this will be good and won't ruin that fragile thing that they have built over the past few months.
He Tian wants to cry.
He can't believe his own luck.
Every shitty day, every painful experience, every hardship he had to go through until now - it was all worth it because it brought him to this very moment.
"...He Tian?"
Guanshan's head is turned sideways, half looking behind himself, probably wondering why He Tian had been motionless for God knows how long now.
"It's nothing", he replies, breathing through his mouth, only realizing now that his tip is still lingering at the entrance without actually entering him.
His hips move forward, the tip of his cock pressing in, just a few centimeter, and Guanshan makes a strange sound in the back of his throat, so He Tian stops and holds himself there - one hand on the mattress, next to Guanshan's waist, the other still around the base of his own dick - steadying, guiding, trembling.
He knows he could already come like this. Easily.
But he swallows, waits, tries his hardest to hold back.
After a small eternity, Guanshan slightly pushes up against him and he takes it as a sign to continue.
He keeps pressing.
Ever so slowly, carefully.
It takes a few attempts, but finally he's fully buried inside of him, adjusting his position, moving his hands - only now realizing how large they look on Guanshan's narrow hips.
His head sinks onto his boyfriend's back, between the shoulder blades. His eyes are closed, his breath comes out shallow, heart hammering in his throat, his skin is burning.
There's no rhythm to the movement of his hips, no finesse, just the raw desire to be inside of him, to be close.
But it's not enough.
He Tian slides out, his chest and back already glistening with sweat.
Guanshan turns around instantly, their legs a hopeless tangle of limbs - uncoordinated, clumsy, needy.
Soon He Tian has him on his back, crawling on top of him, pushing his thighs further apart.
When he enters him for a second time, Guanshan holds on to him like a drowning man in the open sea: Legs wrapped around his torso, arms around his shoulders, short nails biting into his back, dragging down, breaking soft skin and tender flesh.
He Tian hisses from the momentary pain, his head turning sideways, eyes closed.
"Fuck!!"
His hips surge forward, Guanshan moans.
He mouths at his throat, licking over salty skin, biting, kissing, never stopping the constant rocking that drives them both insane, brings them closer and closer to their desired goal.
He doesn't want to go faster, never planned to make this anything other than gentle, but each time he thrusts into that enticing heat, Guanshan's mouth opens wide, gasping loudly, hot breath washing over his face.
He hardly registers when the redhead reaches between their bodies to stroke his neglected cock - he's too busy watching the expressions on that beautiful face, trying to burn these images into his brain so he may never forget them for the rest of his life.
"Nghh… I'm… gonna—come…"
He Tian nods against his lips, a breathless "Yeah" is all he can manage before he stops holding himself back, fucking into him with unhinged thrusts now.
"Oh God… He Tian… hah, yes… ahh, ahh, ahh…"
"Fuck… oh fuck! …please… haaah…"
Their voices echo from the gray walls, strangers in the darkness trying to find each other.
There's a shift in reality and he thinks he can actually hear the string snapping.
He violently comes inside of him as his whole world brightly explodes like a supernova.
Guanshan is twitching like crazy beneath him, voice hoarse, wetness spreading between their chests.
He Tian collapses on top of him, chest heaving, both breathing uncontrollably loud, wheezing, trying to get enough air into their desperate lungs.
Like this, He Tian wouldn't mind getting swept away by an avalanche or being drowned by a giant floodwave. He wouldn't care. Nothing matters anymore.
Only the feeling of holding Guanshan in his arms, lazy kisses against his sweat-slicked skin, a rapidly beating heart under his palm.
There is no happier place on earth than here.
//
Later, they stand in He Tian's rarely used kitchen.
Freshly showered and dressed in clean clothes from He Tian's wardrobe which are a little too big on Guanshan's skinny body.
It's almost three in the morning and the rice soup is quietly boiling on the stove.
He Tian is staring directly into the blue flame of the hearth, his chin resting on Guanshan's shoulder, his arms holding him in a half-embrace from behind while his hands have sneaked under the loose t-shirt, now lazily wandering over that flat stomach.
Guanshan sighs, his head sinks back and He Tian turns his face, placing a small kiss onto his jawline.
"You know", he starts and presses himself closer against the other one's behind, "I could do it again…"
"Fuck!", Guanshan says, but he doesn't sound angry. And he doesn't say anything else.
He Tian chuckles. "Does that mean we can?"
"Well, given how late it is and that we're about to eat something nourishing now, I'd say it's safe to assume we wouldn't get much sleep until morning anyway."
"I can't and certainly won't argue against that."
Guanshan snorts. "Yeah, I figured."
He Tian smiles to himself, but then he spins him around, looking into Guanshan's eyes while his expression turns serious.
"You know that I'm serious about this, right? About us."
The blush that spreads over the redhead's cheeks is so endearing that He Tian wants to kiss him immediately.
Guanshan looks away, seeming embarrassed.
"I figured as much", he says again, mumbling, "would be kinda lame if all you wanted out of this was… well."
"A quick fuck?"
"Do you have to be so blunt?!"
"I can't help it, Little Mo. You look so cute when you're embarrassed."
"That's it! You're not getting any soup or any of this", he vaguely gestures towards his own body. "Straight to sleep it is!"
The laughter that fills the kitchen afterwards is light-hearted and carefree.