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It was the peak of summer, and Liyue was sweltering.
Xingqiu was well suited to the heat; he loved the long, cloudless days, the sun kissing his skin, and the opportunity to spend hours down by the water, soaking his feet while he busied himself writing. Some of his greatest streaks of inspiration occurred in the summer months, and he found himself looking forward to it every year.
Chongyun, however, did not tolerate the heat. It was not that he did not tolerate it as well as Xingqiu; it was that he did not tolerate it at all. He rarely ventured out of the shade, if he left the house at all during the day. He spent most of his time dwelling miserably indoors, expending all of his energy just to keep his condition in check. It benefited no one if he overheated, as all of Liyue had learned years ago.
Xingqiu had always—for the most part—taken it upon himself to help his dear friend keep cool. As entertaining as it could be for Chongyun to lose himself to his yang spirit, he knew that it upset him, and he was a merciful man most of the time. He had plenty of opportunities to tease and torment him; during the summer, when the heat was inescapable, he tried to be an upstanding friend, and prevent Chongyun from falling into a perpetual state of yang overload.
Now that they were officially lovers, his strategies for avoiding burnout had changed somewhat.
Chongyun, once the initial awkwardness faded and Xingqiu had convinced him that he was not a delicate maiden and indeed enjoyed his manhandling, was always insatiable. While he was shy in public, any time the two of them were alone together, Chongyun had his hands on him, or his lips on him, or was simply staring at him plaintively until Xingqiu got the hint and initiated it himself. The summer heat only amplified his exhausting libido, and as much as Xingqiu loved sex, even he had his limits. He couldn’t spend all day every day getting ravaged by Chongyun in bed; he simply did not have as much energy as he did, and had things to do that didn't involve getting his back blown out until he couldn't stand.
But he did so adore Chongyun, and so Xingqiu quickly developed a solution to their incompatible libidos. In the evening, if he was too busy or otherwise not feeling up to a full romp, he would simply allow Chongyun to do whatever he wanted to him, under the condition that he allow Xingqiu to continue working during the act.
Chongyun was hesitant at first, but it only took one round for him to come around to the idea, and soon it was happening every night.
Tonight was no different. It might have been the hottest day in Liyue so far this summer; even Xingqiu was suffering. It was the closest he had come to telling Chongyun ‘no’, that he was too hot and sticky and uncomfortable, but one look at the face of his giant, pleading puppy and he gave in easily.
It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy himself. He was lying prone on his bed, propped up by one pillow under his chest as he flipped through the latest volume of Legends of the Shattered Halberd—which, after returning from a years long hiatus, required Xingqiu's full attention the moment he had a copy in his hot little hands. He had his long, azure hair piled atop his head in an effort to keep himself cool, but all this had done was leave himself vulnerable to Chongyun’s wandering mouth as he rutted against his ass.
It was cute, the way he panted, sweat dripping from his brow and onto Xingqiu’s skin, his large hands cupping his chest from beneath his loose sleeveless top. He wasn’t sure why they were both still clothed, given the temperature and how desperate Chongyun was. Normally he would have him naked from at least the waist down by now.
“You can take off my shorts, you know,” Xingqiu said evenly, wiggling his hips as he flipped to the next page. “You can’t fuck me if you don’t.”
“Xingqiu!” Chongyun scolded, nipping his ear in disapproval. Even now, he hated it when Xingqiu was vulgar, or at the very least pretended to hate it. Of course, this only prompted Xingqiu to further dirty his mouth. It was fun to relax around Chongyun and speak his mind in a manner that would get him in trouble should he slip up while performing nobility, but mostly he took pleasure in making him squirm.
With a laugh, Xingqiu arched his hips into Chongyun’s pelvis, earning him a quiet gasp. “Oh,” he remarked, after a thought occurred to him. “Unless you like these shorts?” Chongyun went rigid behind him, and Xingqiu mouth bloomed into an impish smile. “Ah! That’s it, isn’t it? You like the way these shorts look on me, don’t you?”
He could practically hear the way Chongyun blushed at his words. Bullseye.
“That’s good. I bought them with you in mind, after all,” he blathered on. “I thought, 'Chongyun is always staring at my legs and my ass; I just know he would love seeing me in these tight little shorts.'”
They were short, shorter than any other pair Xingqiu owned, fashioned from luxurious blue silk, and hugged every curve of his body. Where Chongyun had grown into a broad, sturdy man, Xingqiu sprouted into a tall, lithe aristocrat, and the differences in their martial training meant that rather than build muscle in his upper body, he developed strong, shapely legs and thighs—and most importantly a lush, generous ass.
Xingqiu often wondered if Chongyun was naturally drawn to asses and thighs, or if he had simply trained him to develop a fetish. He had trained Chongyun to become a great many things.
“I’m just taking my time,” Chongyun muttered, deliberately ignoring Xingqiu's attempts at riling him up further. The pout in his voice was clear as ice. “I like touching you.” He squeezed Xingqiu's chest for emphasis, his thumbs grazing his nipples. He brushed his lips against the nape of his neck, the gentle caress rippling across his skin and curling behind his eyes.
“I can see that, YunYun,” he said, his eyelashes fluttering as Chongyun’s teeth grazed his neck before biting down carefully. He would have to wear his hair down tomorrow. “But right now my book is more entertaining than you are.”
Perhaps that was needlessly cruel, but it elicited the response Xingqiu wanted. Chongyun huffed, biting down hard enough to bruise before he pulled his hands out from under his shirt and reached to fumble with his own pants. He was so charmingly predictable. Xingqiu knew all the ways to needle Chongyun in order to get what he wanted.
Chongyun threw his pants onto the floor, and Xingqiu leered over his shoulder at the gift that awaited him between his legs. Chongyun’s physique wasn’t the only thing that grew considerably over the years; Xingqiu counted his blessings every day for the magnificent cock he was lucky to have all to himself.
“You’re so impatient,” Chongyun muttered, wiping his brow with the hem of his black sleeveless undershirt. Xingqiu bit his lip, eyes homing in on the sliver of decadent muscle revealed to him. He was quickly forgetting that he was ever reluctant to have sex today, and wanted Chongyun to shove his cock inside him right that second.
"My, no, I’m not impatient,” he said, forcing a yawn to make it seem like he was truly disinterested, and not putting on airs to manipulate Chongyun into doing what he wanted. “But you're being terribly slow. It’s making me think you don’t actually desire me.”
The look of hurt that flickered across Chongyun’s face almost made Xingqiu feel remorseful. With an adorable pout, he grabbed Xingqiu's hips and bent down to steal a searing kiss. Xingqiu allowed him to pillage his mouth with a contended sigh, barely suppressing a smile.
“I always want you,” Chongyun said between kisses, pulling Xingqiu's lower lip between his teeth. “You know that.” His hands wandered lower, squeezing the supple globes of his ass with greedy fingers. “Don’t be mean.”
Oh, Xingqiu could just eat him up. How, even after all of these years, Chongyun could not pick up on when he was toying with him, he didn’t know, but it was endearing all the same.
“Me? Mean?” He swallowed a moan as Chongyun's found the lobe of his ear and bit down, soothing the bite with his tongue before moving onto his jaw. “I’m deathly serious, Chongyun. Aren’t you the mean one, insinuating that I’m being cruel to you?”
Chongyun huffed, and Xingqiu felt the slight curve of a smile against his skin before he returned his attention to his ass. He pulled the hem of his shorts taut, rubbing his heavy cock between the newly accentuated valley between his cheeks, smearing precome on the expensive fabric.
“I’m going to have to get those cleaned now, you know.” Xingqiu sighed, pretending to focus on his book as Chongyun pressed the head of his cock against his hole. Knowing that there was only a thin strip of fabric between them made his own cock twitch and thicken. It took ascetic self-control not to rub himself against the sheets.
Perhaps taking his teasing as admonishment, Chongyun backed off. Xingqiu, unwilling to let him out of his grasp, glanced over his shoulder and aligned his foot with his cock, rubbing it devilishly with his sole. “There you go," he cooed at him. "That’s a good boy."
Chongyun reacted with a full body shudder, his pale skin flushed from head to toe. Xingqiu knew how much Chongyun loved to be called a good boy, to be praised for pleasing him to his highest standards, and kept it as a secret weapon for moments just like this.
“Poor thing, you’re so hard. Why haven't you put your cock in me yet? Hm? Why are you keeping me waiting?”
Xingqiu watched with hungry eyes as Chongyun’s cock pulsed, dripping onto his foot. Chongyun swallowed a whimper, his hips jerking helplessly against the feather-light touch. Just a little more, he was sure of it. Just one more push.
With a performative sigh, he turned back to his book, making a show of closing it. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I might get bored and go read somewhere else…”
Xingqiu could swear he heard Chongyun snarl as he pushed aside his tiny, little shorts, spat directly into his hole, and finally, finally shoved his cock inside of him.
The two of them shuddered in unison; for once, Xingqiu was unable to keep his composure, and moaned loud and free, his entire body electrified by the sudden, rough intrusion. Chongyun had never been this rough with him before, and he loved it. He loved being held by Chongyun and made love to sweetly, but he had been harbouring the desire to see him lose control and dominate him for a while—and it was better than he ever could have hoped it would be.
“You can’t,” Chongyun grunted as he bottomed out inside Xingqiu. “You promised you’d let me do whatever I wanted.”
Xingqiu bit back a whimper as Chongyun rolled his hips, grinding his cock deep inside of him. It had been almost a year since they first became intimate, and he still wasn’t used to the depths Chongyun's generous cock could reach.
“I did,” he gasped. “I did promise.”
“So I’m doing whatever I want,” Chongyun said, resting one large hand over the nape of Xingqiu’s neck. He shuddered, a jolt of pure adrenaline rumbling up his spine and settling in a haze over his mind. Was he going to press down? Was he going to grab his throat and squeeze? Push his head down into the mattress and fuck him without mercy?
“Good boy,” he swooned again. “Take what you need from me, that’s it.”
This time, Chongyun’s snarl was unmistakable as he pushed down on his neck, pulled out, and drove right back in with enough momentum to push the bed against the wall.
Xingqiu howled.
This went directly against his conditions; he had informed Chongyun that he could do whatever he wanted only if he allowed him to keep working, and there was no way he would be able to focus on his book like this, his head pressed into the mattress as he was drilled with enough force to push the air out of his lungs. But somehow, Xingqiu couldn’t bring himself to care.
“What do you want, Chongyun?” he managed to gasp. “Hm? Tell me what you want.”
“For you to stop talking,” Chongyun muttered, holding him down so firmly that Xingqiu struggled to turn his head at all.
There were many people who wanted Xingqiu to stop talking, but none of them were able to get him to do so like Chongyun.
But he wanted to hear more. He wanted to hear how Chongyun wanted to wreck him; he longed to hear filthy words come out of pleasant, virtuous little Chongyun’s mouth. So he fought to turn his head, gulping down much needed air before proceeding to tease and taunt him into giving him exactly what he wanted.
“You’ll need to do better than this to shut me up,” he said, careening off into a particularly shrill moan as Chongyun’s free hand delivered a sharp, powerful smack to the curve of his ass.
“Shut up,” Chongyun growled. It was with those words that Xingqiu realized he had not succeeded in cooling down Chongyun whatsoever, rather fanning the flames into a blaze—and he didn’t feel a lick of guilt for it.
“Fuck me harder,” Xingqiu demanded. “Aren’t I terrible? Aren’t I annoying? Don’t you want to punish me?”
Chongyun snapped his hips, gripping him by the waist as he pounded directly into Xingqiu’s prostate with every thrust. “I wish there were two of me,” he ground out, “so I could shove my cock in your mouth at the same time I fuck you.”
Xingqiu shuddered, and it took all of his willpower not to come from Chongyun’s vulgar words alone. “Is that right?” he gasped. “You would choke me with it?”
“‘Til you start crying.” Chongyun’s fingers dug into his neck. “Want to make you cry.”
Chongyun was close to getting his wish; tears were already pricking in Xingqiu’s eyes.
Without reprieve, Chongyun leaned in to whisper hotly into his ear, “You’re so pretty when you cry.”
One deep, wretched sob forced its way out of Xingqiu’s chest. He wasn’t sure he had ever been this aroused in his life.
“D-does it turn you on when I cry?” he asked, deliberately allowing his tears to affect his voice. The stammering, however, was wholly out of his control. Chongyun didn’t answer, but the way his hips stuttered and the grip on his waist tightened was all the response Xingqiu needed. “You’re so mean, YunYun! So—so heartless!”
Chongyun wasn’t responding to him anymore, so focused on fucking the insolence out of Xingqiu that he couldn't speak. That wouldn’t do. Xingqiu needed to hear more filthy words come out of his mouth; he wanted to come while listening to Chongyun call him names, stake his claim on him.
He had the perfect idea of how to get there.
“I’m going to have to find another boyfriend,” Xingqiu said, his words barely audible over the cacophony of skin slapping against skin, lungs heaving for breath, the creak of his bed as it rocked. “A nicer one, who will treat me right—"
“Shut up!”
Chongyun’s hand came down hard enough on Xingqiu’s neck to pin his face against the mattress, a force he could not shake off. His fingers closed around it, squeezing, preventing air from reaching his lungs.
“You’re mine,” he panted, his rhythmic thrusts growing shallow, erratic. “All for me. No one else can have you.”
Xingqiu, struggling for breath, choked on a sob. The longer he went without air, the more intense every sensation became. He could feel Chongyun deeper than he ever had before, the way his cock throbbed in time with the hammering pulse in his palm. The relentless assault against his prostate became altogether too overwhelming, and combined with the friction of his silk shorts against his red, hard cock, he hurtled rapidly towards his peak.
When Chongyun unhinged his jaw and bit his neck hard enough to draw blood, Xingqiu ascended.
Chongyun’s name formed on his lips as the intolerable euphoria ravaged his body and mind, but nothing more than a squeak tumbled from his mouth. Chongyun fucked him through his orgasm, his desperate thrusts growing increasingly erratic until he plowed into him one final time, and came with a guttural moan. Xingqiu could feel every pulse of Chongyun’s cock as it filled him, so deep and so powerful that he wondered, deliriously, if he could impregnate him. He might have come again thinking about being swollen with Chongyun’s child.
Just as the edges of his vision started to darken and quiver, Chongyun finally eased off his neck, and collapsed on top of him, leaving the two of them heaving for breath in a sweaty, exhausted heap. They remained like that, too exhausted to speak, for a good couple of minutes. Miraculously, his shorts hadn’t torn, though they had been deeply soiled in both front and back. All of his limbs felt heavy and useless, and it took a while for his ears to stop ringing as his blood pressure returned to normal. As soon as he felt like he had some grasp on reality again, he nudged Chongyun with his elbow.
“You’re crushing me,” he rasped, surprised by how hoarse his voice was—but he supposed that was to be expected after having the light choked out of him. That was all Chongyun needed to return to earth, and he did so with zeal, leaping off of Xingqiu as he realized what he had just done. Xingqiu groaned as he sat up, his arms and legs trembling as he tried to adjust into a more comfortable position. Chongyun had certainly done a number on him, but he couldn't remember the last time he experienced such an intense orgasm. It was worth it.
As soon as he took a look at Chongyun, however, Xingqiu’s post-orgasmic bliss faded. Chongyun looked like he swallowed a bug, gazing at him with such piteous concern that it wounded him more than a knife to the heart.
“Are you okay?” Chongyun sounded so worried, Xingqiu couldn’t even find it within himself to make fun of him for it. “I’m so sorry, Xingqiu, I have no idea what came over me—"
“Oh, it’s all right,” Xingqiu said, reaching up with a shaky hand to affectionately rub Chongyun’s jaw. Chongyun leaned into it like a dog. “I wanted you to do it.”
“I could have really hurt you,” he murmured.
“Not to worry, I’m tougher than I look,” he said. Chongyun peered at him plaintively, like he didn’t believe him. “Ah, don’t look at me like that! You didn’t hurt me, YunYun, it’s all right.”
Xingqiu’s assurance didn’t seem to make Chongyun feel better whatsoever; he averted his eyes, shiny like he was on the verge of tears. It was normal for Chongyun to feel guilty when he thought he might have hurt Xingqiu, but reassuring him of his safety was usually enough to cure his worries.
“You don’t want to be with someone who hurts you, though,” Chongyun finally confessed, so quietly that Xingqiu almost missed it.
Ah. Xingqiu understood what the problem was now, and for once, he couldn't evade the guilt.
“Oh, no,” he said, his voice surprisingly soft and sincere. “I wasn’t serious, you know? About finding another boyfriend. I was only teasing you. You know you’re the only one for me.” When Chongyun gazed at him, his eyes large and forlorn, Xingqiu had the horrifying realization that perhaps he didn’t know that. Maybe he really did go too far this time.
“My dearest Chongyun, I adore you more than anything else in this universe,” he said, tipping Chongyun's chin so he could look him in the eyes. “I would sooner die than look to someone else for comfort. I mean it! My life would have no meaning without you in it.”
It was a little dramatic, perhaps, but it seemed to be enough for Chongyun—who was always eager to believe the best of people—to come around. He exhaled deeply, holding Xingqiu close to his chest, where he could hear his erratic heartbeat slowly start to return to normal.
“Please don’t tease me about that again, Xingqiu,” he said solemnly. Ah, so there were limits to these things. Even Chongyun, who had been the primary target for Xingqiu’s teasing and pranks for nearly a decade and yet still chose to be his partner, had lines that shouldn’t be crossed.
“I won’t,” he said, wrapping his arms around Chongyun’s neck and pressing a loving kiss to his forehead. “I promise.”
Of course, just as they were having a sweet, tender moment, Xingqiu had to ruin it by opening his mouth one more time.
“As long as you promise that next time, you'll truly choke me with your cock.”
Chongyun pushed him off of the bed, laughing all the way down.