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Bai Yu’s mouth is hot on Zhu Yilong’s throat, licking over the necklace, heating up the gems that cost more than Zhu Yilong can imagine. He had felt fake and self-conscious all night wearing it, but as soon as Bai Yu had arrived at the after party his eyes had gone straight to Zhu Yilong’s throat with a look so heated it had made Zhu Yilong forget the hubbub of the room and go shivery with lust. When Bai Yu had leaned close and breathed, “Meet me out the back in five minutes,” Zhu Yilong hadn"t demurred.
Zhu Yilong arches his head back to give Bai Yu better access and Bai Yu rewards him with a hard, hot suck at the hollow of his throat which makes his cock throb. It"s trapped painfully in his formal trousers and every bit of attention Bai Yu lavishes on his throat makes him even harder. Bai Yu’s teeth nip gently over his collar bone, quick and sharp and welcome. If he were to walk back out into the party after this everyone would see the red marks and know that he"s Bai Yu’s and the thought makes him boil with need.
He shoves his hands under Bai Yu"s dinner jacket, down over his warm sides and settles them on his ass, squeezing crudely. Bai Yu moans against his throat and thrusts his hips forward. He’s plastered against Zhu Yilong’s body and Zhu Yilong can feel the huge, hard swell of his cock against his thigh. He needs to taste it.
He pushes Bai Yu away slightly and hears “Oh, what?” and then “Wo de tian, you genius,” as Zhu Yilong slides down his body and settles on his knees with his mouth against the straining bulge at his crotch. Bai Yu is bracketing him in, hands braced on the wall above him. He swears softly as Zhu Yilong pulls down his zip with shaky, urgent fingers and less softly when he pokes out his tongue to taste salt and pre-come.
When Zhu Yilong engulfs him in his mouth, he takes one hand from the wall and jams it over his own lips, although Zhu Yilong can still hear his harsh, desperate breathing. He’s trying to hold back from thrusting but Zhu Yilong pulls at his hips and his cock pushes forward into his throat, swelling still larger in his mouth. The pressure and the heat and feeling Bai Yu"s need for him is heavenly. Zhu Yilong is gasping, drooling around Bai Yu’s length, his own cock aching and leaking in his underwear. He swallows around Bai Yu once, then twice and a shout explodes above him as Bai Yu shoots into his mouth, hot and bitter and beloved.
Zhu Yilong tries to swallow it down, but feels a dribble of hot liquid running down his chin and over his throat, towards the necklace. He reluctantly releases Bai Yu"s softening cock from between his lips and Bai Yu falls to his knees in front of him, his arms going around Zhu Yilong and cradling him against his shirt front, now damp with sweat.
Zhu Yilong feels delighted, loved… and still massively, unbearably horny. He slides his hand down over the front of his trousers and whimpers as it only inflames his lust. Bai Yu chuckles against his neck. “Fuck, I love that doing that gets you so hot.”
His warm hand unzips Zhu Yilong and surrounds his cock, fingers circling the swollen head and easing pre-come along his length. Zhu Yilong starts to shake, more pre-come beading from the tip of his cock to join the slickness in Bai Yu"s palm. Bai Yu jerks him until waves of fire are shooting through him and he"s wordless and moaning. His other hand whips out Zhu Yilong"s pocket square and envelops his cock in smooth, clinging silk just as Zhu Yilong explodes, filling the silk with spurts of come.
They skip the rest of the party.