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Yin Yu isn't entirely sure how he got here. Sure, he remembers coming into the room, sitting down, and getting progressively drunker as the night drew on, but he's not sure when Quan Yizhen got here. Or when everyone else left. Or why he's kneeling between Yin Yu’s thighs, looking up at him with something approaching wonder in his eyes.
No, Yin Yu has no idea that happened. Surely he wouldn't have allowed it to happen, but then again, he isn't pushing Quan Yizhen away. He should, he doesn't know what he's doing letting this happen. He raises a hand to push him away, but somehow it settles lightly on Quan Yizhen’s hair instead. Its soft. he had forgotten how soft it was. Its been so long since the days that Yin Yu used to dutifully help him tame his mane of hair.
Quan Yizhen melts into the touch. he looks up at Yin Yu, his puppy dog eyes looking unfairly innocent. “Shixiong…” Tentatively, he raises his hands, resting them on the inside of Yin Yu’s thighs.
This feels wrong. It feels deeply wrong, and some dark emotion roils in Yin Yu’s gut as he looks down at Quan Yizhen. but he still doesn't stop him. It's been so long since he's been touched like this, and long forgotten urges are rising to the surface of his mind. His fingers grip Quan Yizhen's hair tightly, holding his head in place.
Quan Yizhen’s eyes flutter shut for just a moment. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and right now its painfully obvious how desperate he is for Yin Yu’s attention. His thumbs rub circles into Yin Yu’s thighs, and he's looking up at him with half lidded eyes. “Shixiong… I want to make you feel good.”
It was already clear what Quan Yizhen was playing at, and yet hearing it out loud is another thing entirely. Yin Yu wants to stand up and run away, every rational part of his mind is screaming at him to get the fuck out of here, and he knows that if he stays any longer he's going to regret it.
He pulls Quan Yizhen's head closer. “Yes.” His voice is a low growl, and the sound of it is unexpected even to him. He shouldn't want this, but he does. He wants to put Quan Yizhen in his place, wants to take something back from him, as if it could possibly even out everything that Quan Yizhen has taken from him. He wants to see tears rolling down Quan Yizhen's cheeks.
He just wants to turn his brain off for once.
Quan Yizhen's hands move upwards, brushing over his cock only briefly as he starts to move his robes out of the way.
Yin Yu doesn't help, but he doesn't stop him either. He just watches the way Quan Yizhen moves. Its not desperate, like he expected, instead its almost reverential. he's so delicate, so careful, as he moves his clothes out of the way. He pushes the last layer back, and Yin Yu’s cock is bared to the world.
He's still mostly soft right now, but Quan Yizhen aims to change that. His hands wrap around him, and he strokes him carefully, as if he’s trying to map out the shape of him. As he strokes the shaft he bends his head down and kisses the head, his lips parting in a wet kiss as he laps at the tip.
As Yin Yu hardens he takes more of him into his mouth, eagerly trying to please his shixiong. He’s enthusiastic, but surprisingly competent. His teeth stay reasonably out of the way, and he bobs his head in a steady rhythm, pressing his tongue against the head every time he comes up.
Its nice, it feels good, but it also feels like there’s an itch inside of him that isn’t being scratched. He wants more, selfishly wants to take more than he’s given.
Yin Yu finally gives in to temptation, lacing his fingers into Quan Yizhen's hair, gripping tightly, and pulling his shidi’s head down until his lips are flush with Yin Yu's pelvis.
He can feel the other man choking slightly, but Yin Yu doesn't let go, instead he spends a moment luxuriating in the hot wet feeling of Quan Yizhen's throat around him. A groan of satisfaction slips out from between his lips, and he can feel Quan Yizhen's answering noise from the delicate vibrations on his cock.
Without warning, he pulls Quan Yizhen's head back until the tip of his dick sits right inside his shidi's parted lips, and then yanks him forward until his lips are once again pressed against his skin.
Quan Yizhen's eyes fill with tears, and Yin Yu can feel him gagging on his cock but he can't bring himself to stop fucking Quan Yizhen's throat. His fingers are woven tightly into that fluffy mane of hair, holding his head firmly in place as he thrusts into his mouth.
It doesn’t take long before Yin Yu finds himself nearing the edge. Seeing his shidi on his knees for him, willingly letting Yin Yu fuck his throat, it really does something for him, more than he’d like to admit.
He doesn’t want to finish yet though, so he pulls Quan Yizhen’s head off his cock. A string of saliva briefly connects him to Quan Yizhen’s drool covered lips, before breaking. Quan Yizhen looks up at him, eyes red from crying, and voice rough from the treatment of his throat. “Why’d you stop?” From the disappointment in his voice, its clear that somehow, he was enjoying this as much as Yin Yu.
They’re still currently sitting in a side room in Yin Yu’s chambers, and while its not exactly exposed, Hua Chengzhu has just walked into this room unannounced before. Yin Yu nods towards the door to his bedroom. “Lets take this in there. I don’t want any unexpected guests.”
Quan Yizhen’s eyes practically sparkle at the idea of being invited into Yin Yu’s bedroom. He bounces to his feet, revealing the obvious tent in his robes. He offers Yin Yu a hand up, as if he were some delicate fainting maiden in need of help. Yin Yu pointedly ignores it as he quickly pulls his pants back up and stands. His spit slick cock rubs wetly against the silken fabric of his trousers.
Once in the bedroom, Yin Yu spares no time peeling his clothes off. he knows he could make it into a bit of a show, but he doesn't. That would require effort, and there’s no point if Quan Yizhen is already as ready and interested as he is.
Quan Yizhen strips quickly as well, but Yin Yu can feel the intense enthusiasm rolling off of him in waves. He struggles with undoing the clasps on his armor, and Yin Yu takes the opportunity to get positioned on the bed.
He lies on his back and grabs a vial of oil from his nightstand. He wastes no time slicking his fingers up to to prepare his hole. It has, admittedly, been a long time since Yin Yu has done this with another person, but that doesn't mean he's out of practice entirely. He's spent too many long nights alone, and is no stranger to the sole company of his own hands.
His hands, and a number of interesting objects he's picked up during his time in ghost city. Humans may have their share of carved toys, made from everything from polished wood to precious jade, but in terms of creativity, ghost city wins out. There was a time when Yin Yu would have been too embarrassed to even consider buying such things, but his tenure with Hua Chengzhu has forced him to acclimate.
Yin Yu’s collection has gotten him through many a lonely night, and his favorites have enchantments to make them do everything from vibrate to warm up to body temperature on their own. None of them, however, can compare to the real thing. Despite the fact that its Quan Yizhen, which he is trying very hard not to think too hard about, he can't deny he's looking forward to this.
Speaking of the man, he's finally finished stripping off his complicated robes, and has joined Yin Yu on the bed, his hard cock hanging prominently between his legs. Yin Yu can finally get a good look at it, and he can't say he's disappointed. He won't know for sure until they actually do the deed, but from this angle… Yin Yu really can't find anything to complain about.
He's experienced enough to know that bigger isn't always better, and in fact many of Yin Yu's worst times were with someone with a large package and no idea what to do with it. Quan Yizhen though is a much more reasonable size. One might even say ideal, if one were willing to concede that anything about Quan Yizhen is ideal.
Quan Yizhen crawls forward until he's between Yin Yu's legs, looming over him. He reaches out as if to touch Yin Yu's face, then changes his mind, and lets his hand wander downwards. His fingers run lightly over his cock, and then set upon the hand Yin Yu is using to finger himself. “Let me help.”
His voice sounds rough and low, and not just because of the brutal throat fucking he had just received. Yin Yu's cock, which had started to soften slightly, jumps back to full mast at the sound of it. Yin Yu tries to tell himself that the only reason he’s so into it right now is because he hasn’t gotten laid in a long while, but, traitorously, his brain admits his attraction to Quan Yizhen. Their history aside, there’s really no denying that he’s an attractive man, especially right now, with a healthy flush across his cheeks, and his muscles on full display.
He realizes that he’s been staring directly into Quan Yizhen’s eyes, and quickly breaks eye contact, looking off to the side, even as he feels his face flushing red.
He doesn't respond verbally, and instead just grabs Quan Yizhen's hand and pours oil over it, refusing to meet his eyes again. Quan Yizhen carefully makes sure his fingers are coated, before pressing them to Yin Yu's puckered hole. His fingers trace around the hot flesh for just a moment, making Yin Yu shiver at the touch. he's about to tell him to get on with it, when Quan Yizhen slips a finger into his hole.
A little sound slips involuntarily past his lips, just a quiet gasp, but it makes Quan Yizhen’s eyes flick upwards to meet with his. He thrusts his finger in and out. “Is this good shixiong?”
“Mnh.” Yin Yu grunts in assent. “Keep going.”
Quan Yizhen flushes slightly at his shixiong’s approval, however mild. He crooks his finger, searching for Yin Yu’s most sensitive spot. He finds it quickly, identifying it by the the punched out gasp that slips from between Yin Yu’s lips. The corners of his lips turn upwards in a satisfied smile.
Now that he knows where it is, he presses against it again and again and Yin Yu has to struggle to keep his composure as pleasure lights through his veins. Its not long before Yin Yu feels a second finger pressing against his entrance. It slips in without much resistance and Yin Yu groans at the pleasant stretch. A third finger follows soon after and before long the blunt head of Quan Yizhen's cock presses against Yin Yu’s hole. He looks up to Yin Yu's face, searching for approval. “Shixiong…”
Yin Yu meets his eyes for but a moment, but its a moment too long. He can't stand the earnest warmth and affection in Quan Yizhen's gaze, and quickly looks away. “Are you waiting for an invitation? Put it in already!” The sting of his words is somewhat undermined by the blush spreading across his face and neck.
Quan Yizhen nods resolutely, and lines himself up. He pushes into Yin Yu carefully, as if he were a delicate thing in danger of breaking. He bites his lip to stifle a moan at the feeling of Yin Yu’s hot, tight passage wrapped around him.
Underneath him, Yin Yu seems to get tired of his shidi’s hesitation. He wraps his legs around Quan Yizhen’s waist and pulls him forward, fully sheathing his cock inside of him. He lets out a little groan of satisfaction.
Above him, Quan Yizhen gasps at the sensation. He takes a moment to enjoy the feeling of Yin Yu’s hole pulsing around him, but Yin Yu is having none of that.
“Hurry up and fuck me already!” He whines, using what little leverage he has to rock back and forth on Quan Yizhen’s cock.
Quan Yizhen’s blush deepens at Yin Yu’s crude language. “Yeah, I think I can do that.” He grabs Yin Yu’s thighs and pushes them back, until his hands have slid to the inside of his knees, and Yin Yu is nearly bent in half.
Like this Yin Yu can’t help but feel incredibly exposed, and can feel his face turning even redder. At times like this, he almost wishes for his mask, missing the way it protects him from the outside world, keeping his expressions safely hidden away.
He doesn’t stay caught up on that for long though, as a distraction quickly comes in the form of Quan Yizhen properly fucking him. He slams into Yin Yu’s hole, balls lewdly slapping against Yin Yu’s ass.
He quickly establishes a rhythm, not too fast, but hard purposeful thrusts that push Yin Yu slightly forward with every thrust in. Its only Quan Yizhen’s tight grasp on his hips that keeps him from hitting the headboard.
Yin Yu lets his head fall back against the pillow and briefly closes his eyes as he lets himself fully relax. Finally his brain just shuts up for a bit, lost in the sensation of being so pleasantly full. In that moment he truly doesn’t mind that Quan Yizhen is the one plowing into his ass, so long as he doesn’t stop.
The beginnings of thoughts start to creep into the edges of his mind, so to distract himself he reaches down and grabs his cock, moving his hand in sync with Quan Yizhen’s thrusts. It works as intended, banishing every coherent thought from his mind as he focuses on the dual sensations of his cock and hole being stimulated at the same time.
After a moment he feels one of the hands lift off his hip and find its way to his dick, covering his hand as he strokes himself. “Shixiong, let me take care of you.”
Not one to argue with an offer like that, Yin Yu pulls his hand away, and lets Quan Yizhen take the lead. He’s not quite as good at it as Yin Yu himself, but that’s to be expected, he doesn’t know Yin Yu’s body like he does.
What’s slightly unexpected though, is how quickly he catches on, carefully cataloging Yin Yu’s reactions, every gasp and bitten off moan, as he learns what Yin Yu likes. The pad of his thumb presses into the spot under the head of his cock and Yin Yu can’t hold back the sound that forces its way out of his throat. “Fuck, don’t you dare stop.”
At that, Quan Yizhen’s thrusts become even more aggressive, and his grip tightens. Its almost painful, but hasn’t yet tipped over to the point of being uncomfortable, and instead its just intense.
Before he knows it, Yin Yu feels a familiar sensation creeping up on him, and this time he doesn’t try to fight it. His back arches off the bed, and his cock twitches in Quan Yizhen’s hand as he cums all over himself. Quan Yizhen keeps fucking him through his orgasm, drawing it out almost painfully long.
After a moment, the overstimulation starts to become actually painful, and Yin Yu tries to round up the wits to say something. He hisses in a breath through his teeth. “Yizhen…”
The sound of his name seems to excite him, and he thrusts particularly hard, pressing directly into Yin Yu’s oversensitive prostate.
Yin Yu flinches in pain and gasps at the jarring feeling of it. “Ow.”
Quan Yizhen finally seems to get the message, and pulls out. “Sorry shixiong, are you okay?”
Yin Yu takes a moment to regain his bearings, then nods. His eyes alight upon Quan Yizhen’s still hard cock. A not insignificant part of him wants to sit back and let Quan Yizhen deal with it himself, but at the same time, he would probably feel a little guilty for putting in that little effort. He carefully repositions himself, putting his legs together and laying them over Quan Yizhen, so both of his ankles rest on one of his shoulders.
“Shixiong?” Quan Yizhen looks at him questioningly. With his head tilted to the side like that, he looks like a confused puppy.
Yin Yu reaches around his legs and grabs Quan Yizhen’s cock, lining it up between his thighs. “Go ahead.”
Quan Yizhen thrusts experimentally, still looking a little confused, but that confusion soon dissipates as he feels the soft skin of Yin Yu’s inner thighs pressed around him.
Its still a little bit sensitive for Yin Yu, but not painfully so. Quan Yizhen falls into a steady rhythm, and Yin Yu allows himself to relax and enjoy the afterglow. He feels nice, his body is relaxed, and his mind is almost relaxed enough to overlook the fact that he just let Quan Yizhen fuck him, and what that means for their relationship going forward.
Yin Yu admits to himself that he wouldn’t mind doing this again, but then it’ll come with expectations and feelings, two things he would rather avoid getting entangled in with Quan Yizhen. Internally he’s weighing the pros and cons of letting this happen again, when he’s brought out of his contemplation by the sound of Quan Yizhen gasping his name, and the feeling of hot liquid spurting onto his stomach.
As much as Yin Yu hates to admit it, he did have a good time. It's been too long since he's been intimate with anyone, and the deeply touch starved part of his brain is lighting up in joy.
Quan Yizhen is looking down at him with an expression he can't quite place, but the open affection in it is evident. It makes Yin Yu uncomfortable, but for some reason he can't bring himself to look away. His shidi’s eyes are rather pretty, he notes absently. They’re almost too delicate for the masculine features on the rest of his face, but somehow they fit.
Carefully, as if Yin Yu is a cat he's afraid of startling, Quan Yizhen lays down by Yin Yu's side, clinging onto him like a particularly fluffy octopus.
Yin Yu tenses up, but allows it to happen. It just feels so nice to be held like this, He doesn't think he's ever been touched with such blatant affection before. He's had sex, sure, but most of his partners were one night hookups who he never saw again.
Reluctantly, he relaxes into Quan Yizhen’s hold.
Quan Yizhen’s hand comes up to gently brush the hair out of his face, an overfamiliar gesture that Yin Yu barely restrains himself from flinching away from. “Did shixiong have a good time?”
Yin Yu takes a moment too long to respond, and out of the corner of his eye he can see Quan Yizhen’s face start to fall. Briefly he thinks about how good Quan Yizhen’s face looked with tears running down it, and contemplates the idea of trying to do it again. In the end he decides against it, the afterglow feels so nice, and he just wants to relax and enjoy it while he can. And maybe, just maybe, he enjoys seeing the way Quan Yizhen lights up at the slightest bit of approval.
He sighs. “Yes, I did.” he reaches to his bedside table, and picks up a cloth, which he uses to wipe off as much of the cum drying on his body as he can. He hands it to Quan Yizhen, who wipes himself off as quickly as possible, before retuning to cuddling as close as he can.
Yin Yu really isn’t sure how he feels about the cuddling. On one hand, he has to admit it feels really nice, but on the other, this entire evening has been way too intimate for Yin Yu’s liking, and conflicted feelings churn inside of him.
“I’d like to sleep now.” Yin Yu says pointedly, hoping Quan Yizhen would get the message and leave.
To the surprise of absolutely no one, Quan Yizhen does not get the message. Instead he just cuddles closer, and uses a flicker of spiritual energy to put out the candles around the room.
Internally Yin Yu sighs. He really doesn’t know what he expected, wording it so vaguely. The idea of actually kicking him out is appealing, but so is the body heat at his side, and the steady breathing slowly lulling him to sleep.