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“I could stop for the night.”
Chaojing is behind him almost before the words are out, rubbing at Yao’s shoulders. Yao moans softly, smiling and shutting his eyes in bliss. There hasn’t been a time since before that annoyance Alexander came to India that Yao has let his guard down long enough to really relax. Chaojing’s hands feel heavenly, even through the thick weave of his coat.
The first kiss is barely a brush to the back of his head, and Yao thinks he’s imagined it. But then it comes again after he’s tilted his head forward, a more real press against the nape of his neck. Yao sighs softly; this is a pleasant enough dream, he thinks, though it’s hardly progressing the way his dreams of this sort normally do.
“You know,” Chaojing whispers against Yao’s ear, “you’re terrible at seduction.”
Yao turns at the words, half asking, “What?” and finds Chaojing waiting patiently for him. They kiss for a moment-not even a real kiss, just a gentle press of their lips against one another before Yao moans and turns more fully in his chair. Chaojing cradles his jaw as Yao grips at the soft hairs on the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a more aggressive, a real, kiss.
Yao barely notices Chaojing’s hands tucking under his thighs, but he gasps and startles when Chaojing lifts him from the chair to put him on the desk. Chaojing smiles at him, a toothy affair with dark eyes and suggestive perk to the eyebrows, hands braced beside Yao’s legs and back bowed to bring their faces close together. Yao inhales slowly and deeply of the smell of Chaojing’s clothing and skin, lifting his arms to wrap around the boy’s neck and draw him in close.
“Maybe I was just waiting for you to be ready, huh?”
“Oh, of course, doubtlessly,” Chaojing murmurs, mock serious, the smile disappearing for a moment. But it break again, with soft laughter, as he leans in and kisses Yao again.
He pulls at Yao’s coat, undoes the glossy buttons of it to push it off his shoulders as Yao tugs at the frogs of Chaojing’s changshan.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” Chaojing confesses against Yao’s cheek, untucking Yao’s shirt to run his fingertips over Yao’s stomach and up to his chest. Yao shivers, sighing softly, pulls the changshan off Chaojing’s shoulders and listens to it slither to the floor. His hands go instantly for the boy’s western belt.
“How long?”
Chaojing kisses him, all over his face and neck, lifts his shirt and bends to lay kisses over his sensitive nipples. He says as he straightens back up, as Yao gets his slacks loosened and begins to shove them down his hips, “A long time.”
“What about?”
Chaojing leers like a cat. He drags Yao to the edge of the desk, until he almost falls off, and presses in impossibly close as his underwear follows his slacks. His erection presses hot and hard and dripping against Yao’s thigh, and Yao’s breath stutters as he touches it.
“I could show you.”
“Yes,” Yao whispers as Chaojing undoes his belt and fly, as they work together to drag his uniform slacks down off his hips. “Please, yes.”
“Do you have anything?” Chaojing asks. Yao blinks owlishly at him for a moment, hands resting on Chaojing’s shoulders as the boy stares back at him, still as a rabbit in the grass. After a moment, Yao recovers, chuckling softly.
“Not here,” he says, only half lying. He brings Chaojing down and kisses him. “It’s fine.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” the boy whispers.
Yao does not say the things going through his mind-You already have and I’m used to it and Don’t think so highly of your prowess-but nothing comes except a gentle smile, and then he pulls back to lie out on the desk, reaching above him to grab the opposite edge.
Chaojing lies over him, one hand beside Yao’s ribs, the other in his mouth a moment before it’s between Yao’s thighs, searching and finding and pressing in, juvenile and insistent. It is then, as Yao grips the edge of the desk and arches his back and neck, biting his lip in a desperate attempt to remain dignified, that he remembers how long it’s been since someone cared enough to worry about his comfort.
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Chaojing enters him slowly, and Yao grips the edge of the desk like a life line, voice keening, only the curve of his hip and the bend of his shoulders touching the desk. The curve of his spine is slick and prickling with sweat, Chaojing’s fingers sliding from his ribs to his hips on a slow path that was the sweetest kind of torture.
There is something to this blind abandon, this surrender that is not truly a surrender, that makes his heart ache. Chaojing bends over him until his hair flutters against Yao’s belly, his breath a ghost of lost years and broken promises and a crescendo that Yao can no longer control.
“I thought of this,” Chaojing whispers, his voice husked and lilting and desperate. He looks up, throwing his hair back from his face with the motion. He bears his teeth, gripping Yao’s hips and moving inside him with typhoon force. Everything pulling him apart from the seams.
“Chaojing...Chaojing...”
“Yes, gēge?”
Yao came roaring, his knuckles tight, legs taught, back curved like a bow. Chaojing slid his hands up Yao’s legs, then up his sides and under his shoulders as Yao let go of the desk.
Yao yelped, gasping, as Chaojing fell back into his desk chair, gripping him over the back of his shoulders, impaling Yao on his erection as he breathed deeply against Yao’s throat. With a hand braced on the back of his chair, and the other buried in Chaojing’s hair, Yao gasped for breath, keening as Chaojing moved inside of him, a force to be reckoned with.
“You’re beautiful,” Chaojing whispered against Yao’s skin, kissing his neck and his chest and then his mouth, deep and invasive, moving his hands down to Yao’s hips to lift him and thrust into him. “I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“Hush, dìdi,” Yao whispered, hoarse and almost silent, feeling Chaojing tremble against him. “Hush.”
Chaojing grunted as he came, biting into Yao’s shoulder to muffle the groan that went with it. Yao bit his lip and closed his eyes and let the pain wash through him, a bolt of white heat where Chaojing’s teeth gripped, smaller pinpoints where the boy’s hands were gripped bruisingly tight. Everything about him burned, bright and terrible and glorious.
They slumped in the chair together, a tangle of limbs and half-removed clothing, breathing between their bodies. After a moment, Yao chuckled, and slapped Chaojing’s shoulder.
“Huān yìng huí jiā, Bai Chaojing.”
“Wǒ yĭjīng huí lái, gēge.”
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SORRY ABOUT THAT FLUB. It was, ya know, pretty late night/early morning for me when I posted, and I just fled from it once it was done. My bad. Here's the anonymous version, lol, not like it matters now.
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TWO FILLS--I AM JUST ABOUT SHAKING WITH DELIGHT.
Your characterization for Hong Kong, the interactions between him and China, and oh Yao--he's just so beautiful here it's amazing.
This OP thanks you from the bottom of her heart~
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>It’s how he holds the cup when they drink tea together, or the angle of his wrist as he writes letters to Mai-ha, or the curve of his neck.
This alone just took me by surprise, the first two details so unique to these two, something that China would really never ignore... and my heart just panged at it...
and then and then AND THEN
the actual sex scene just slayed me... even though my brain automatically read it as the usual "One country, two systems" it still clicked my jaw just kind of dropped for a second... but my gosh the portrayal was just so well crafted with so few words, I just died, literally died.
I wish I had seen the flub *came directly here through friend's link... and wants to stalk writer* but but but this is more than enough, just really wonderful stuff... ♥
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