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Jiang Cheng thinks Liu Qingge might be a little bit ridiculous. Sure, he looks good, more than usual, but… really? He and Liu Qingge are literally dressed the same. How can the outfit be sexier on him when his boyfriend is equally, if not more, pulling off the leather jacket and mesh shirt just as well? So what if Jiang Cheng has his nipples pierced? It's not like he didn't offer the same service to Liu Qingge when he got them…
Shaking his hair free from his motorcycle helmet, Jiang Cheng sighs and climbs off his bike, propping it up with the kickstand.
“So? Why'd you stop—”
Warm lips capture his and Jiang Cheng’s heartbeat falters. He knows it's illogical—the way Liu Qingge has never failed to send his senses into disarray—and yet, he can't quite find it in himself to complain; not when Liu Qingge is pressing up so close to him, persistently impatient, and tilting Jiang Cheng's face towards him with a nudge of his knuckles.
Liu Qingge, as always, kisses with fervour, and Jiang Cheng's eyelids fall automatically shut. His boyfriend speaks so little, preferring action over talk, but he has never failed to communicate his feelings and desires despite the lack of words.
In this kiss, Jiang Cheng understands perfectly; he can taste the want on Liu Qingge’s lips.
He just didn’t get why.
Liu Qingge's gloved hand finds the crook of his elbow and slowly, Jiang Cheng’s body is shifted around so they can kiss comfortably. Liu Qingge's mouth moves against his as hands trail a line of fire down his sides, and Jiang Cheng exhales before gasping at fingers snagging into his belt loops to pull him firmly against Liu Qingge's body.
"Oh…"
Jiang Cheng's sigh doesn't go unnoticed. Liu Qingge descends upon his neck and Jiang Cheng grunts as he scrabbles at his partner's back, feeling dangerously floaty. He falls back against his bike, thankful it doesn't cave under their weight, especially when a knee finds its way between his own.
"Qingge—mm, ah… I—"
Liu Qingge embeds his teeth into his sensitive skin and Jiang Cheng loses his thought. He moans, embarrassingly loud as those incisors drag down the length of his well-marked throat, and he grips Liu Qingge's waist in return, huffing out a quiet laugh when Liu Qingge inhales sharply in response. Still so sensitive there.
He lets Liu Qingge add more bruises, closing his eyes at his partner’s furious gnawing before half-lidding them open when Liu Qingge finally stops. His neck tingles. To his amusement, Liu Qingge doesn't look quite as composed either. His hair is mussed and his lips are artfully swollen; his eyes trace over his work before they dart to Jiang Cheng's face as if unable to resist.
Jiang Cheng laughs, brushing Liu Qingge's bang to the side and tucking stray hairs behind his ear. "What?" He teases. "Missed my mouth?"
Liu Qingge leans in and Jiang Cheng obligingly tilts his head as his lips are reclaimed. This time, he refuses to bend. He matches Liu Qingge's passion, kiss by kiss, and doesn't surrender when Liu Qingge invades his mouth to steal his every breath, yanking fiercely at Liu Qingge's ponytail until the man is forced to break apart with a groan. Jiang Cheng doesn't let him get too far, working his tongue under Liu Qingge's chin as he jerks his boyfriend's head back before giving Liu Qingge the same treatment he received.
"Tell me," Jiang Cheng murmurs as he scrapes his teeth over Liu Qingge's collarbones, his lover shuddering. "Why you'd stop?"
Jiang Cheng asks as if he's unaware. As if he’s blind to the depths of Liu Qingge's devotion, the bulk of his affection, and the ache in his veins for him. Jiang Cheng asks—because he's just a man. A man whose love wobbles in the face of insecurity.
A beat of silence.
Liu Qingge must have closed his eyes because his voice comes out raw—the way it does after Jiang Cheng has had his way with him.
"Because I want to. Because I want you."
Jiang Cheng's fist releases him. Liu Qingge slowly lowers his head, and his eyes meet Jiang Cheng's.
Jiang Cheng searches that gaze, those silver blues, and he sees himself in the reflection of Liu Qingge's pupils.
A tidal wave reaches for his electric soul.
When Liu Qingge pushes into his space once again, Jiang Cheng submits. He shivers as Liu Qingge seats him securely against his bike and obediently relinquishes control when Liu Qingge sucks at his pulse. Hot lips send sparks flickering up his spine, and when Liu Qingge’s thumbs find the twin barbells under his shirt, Jiang Cheng turns into a raging fire.
“Qingge—!” He gasps, and lets out a hoarse cry when Liu Qingge’s hands cup his pecs, helpfully arching his back as firm fingers guide him into a waiting mouth.
At the first flick of Liu Qingge's tongue against his piercing, Jiang Cheng thrashes. His hand shoots out to grip Liu Qingge by the shoulders and he bites the back of the other, muffling desperate whimpers fighting to be free. It's good. So good—the heat of Liu Qingge's breath, the mean tug of his teeth, the dexterous tongue worming against his nipple as if for something more. Jiang Cheng dizzies, his body shaking and willing as Liu Qingge spreads his knees with the press of his hips, and flattens a palm against the small of Jiang Cheng's back, keeping him in a straining arc.
Jiang Cheng doesn't know what consumes him—is it love? is it lust? the obsessive nature of Liu Qingge's reverence?—but he lets Liu Qingge have his way. Here. Out in the open. Where cars racing by can expose their intimacy and other bikers can whistle their opinions.
He squirms at the thought of someone uncovering the indecency of their public behaviour but then despairs even more at the possibility of having to stop. Liu Qingge… he… he…
… he's an incorrigible tease.
“What the fuck?”
Unfortunately, Liu Qingge has already moved on to his next target, neglecting Jiang Cheng's stupid fucking tits, before an unforgiving nip at Jiang Cheng’s belly button sends a jolt through the older man.
“Ack! Liu Qingge, you—!”
Liu Qingge’s clarity bell suddenly rings as he kneels, nosing against Jiang Cheng's bulge, and the insults die on Jiang Cheng’s tongue.
His breath hitches.
Liu Qingge nuzzles his cheek against the side of Jiang Cheng's thigh. Eyes closed and head angled upwards, he’s in complete bliss, a deep inhale then exhale gusting right over where Jiang Cheng is aching. His plush lips open to mouth against Jiang Cheng's black jeans, and Jiang Cheng groans when Liu Qingge makes contact. He can't quite feel it, the touch so feather-light that the pressure is barely there but god, the visual of it.
He's sucking on it, Jiang Cheng thinks deliriously. He’s sucking on my cock. Wants to be.
Sinful lips. Long lashes fluttering. His boyfriend doesn't hesitate to indulge and immediately dips forward, lewd tongue undulating against tough material. He's messy, drooling, as he presses his spit-soaked muscle wherever he wants, and Jiang Cheng whines as he feels his underwear dampen against his tip, the length, and—the place where four seams come together—his sack.
"Qingge!"
Jiang Cheng's clarity bell jingles when Liu Qingge hoists his knees onto his shoulders, and he tries to steady himself with a touch to Liu Qingge’s shoulders but as soon as his fingers meet loose locks, they’re batted away.
“Stay still," Liu Qingge commands gruffly, and Jiang Cheng nearly cusses him out for the choice of words—who's fucking damn fault is it that he can't?!—but then Liu Qingge digs his thumb right where Jiang Cheng's taint is, and he loses his bravado.
"Fuck!"
Jiang Cheng throws his head back, bracing himself on the bike seat desperately as Liu Qingge buries his face between Jiang Cheng's legs and gives him a good suck—balls and all.
Jiang Cheng yelps, pleasure ratcheting tenfold as his dick is engulfed in hot wet ecstasy—and yet it’s not enough, he’s not quite there, especially since he’s still fucking trapped in his damp, tight-ass pants!
"Qingge! C'mon! Just take 'em off—ah!"
Jiang Cheng trembles in Liu Qingge's grip as the man gives him another body-inducing bolt of pleasure. Liu Qingge might as well be sucking his cock with the way he is worshipping Jiang Cheng's dick through his clothes. He—
Jiang Cheng nearly bursts but then his constricting pants catch him in an effective ball-and-cock torture, and the orgasm slips from his grasp. He howls, tearing at his clothes, desperate to be freed but Liu Qingge won’t get out of the way, and worse, he’s actively warding off Jiang Cheng’s attempts, smacking and deflecting his hands until Jiang Cheng is forced to brace himself on the motorcycle again, lest they both come crashing down.
Jiang Cheng sobs when Liu Qingge abruptly pulls away. It’s instinct. His body craves it. He needs—he needs Liu Qingge with his mouth back on him, please please please. And suddenly, he’s bombarded with brazen memories of Liu Qingge on his knees—on the dock, under the desk, over his face—before he lets out a whimper so loud, even he’s shocked by his own urgency.
"Qingge," he gasps, and oh, when had the tears arrived?
He hastily wipes his eyes and meets Liu Qingge's gaze, breathing heavily as an indecipherable look passes over his lover's expression.
Liu Qingge pokes his tongue out, the pink tip glistening. The simple gesture is enough for Jiang Cheng to know what Liu Qingge wants.
He mouths the magic word.
The corner of Liu Qingge's lips quirks up, and his smirk, along with his tongue, flicks at Jiang Cheng's fly in no small amount of sexual appeal.
Jiang Cheng is so hard he can't take it. But he has to. Needs to. He can't yield. Not yet. Not when Liu Qingge is popping open Jiang Cheng's button with a practiced pull. Not when Liu Qingge is tonguing the zipper like a whore. And especially not when Liu Qingge unzips his fly with his teeth, the pull tab shining in vulgar wetness.
Jiang Cheng nearly cries out in relief when his cock flops out over his jeans and boxer. He’s almost embarrassed, ashamed by the way his erect dick stands so proudly with a bead of precum pearling at the tip, but knows his torture is far from over. Liu Qingge hasn't taken him into his mouth yet; he hasn't tasted Jiang Cheng properly; Jiang Cheng mustn't be too hasty or Liu Qingge will leave him high and dry without mercy.
Jiang Cheng inhales shallowly as Liu Qingge leans closer, warm breath hitting his skin. His cock twitches under Liu Qingge’s eyes. and Jiang Cheng barely suppresses a shiver as his tip drips, watching with abated breath as precum falls to the ground.
Please.
He sees:
Liu Qingge—approaching, his tongue ready to receive Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng's cock—straining, desperate for the sultry mean pleasure that exists only in Liu Qingge's mouth.
Liu Qingge's eyes—brilliant, bright, never allowing him to look away.
Then, without warning, Liu Qingge suddenly swerves and licks at the bell hanging from Jiang Cheng’s belt. Instead of Jiang Cheng’s cock.
“What?! Why?!”
Liu Qingge pays him no mind. In fact, he’s content to neglect Jiang Cheng’s growing desperation, humming away as he flutters his eyelashes and diligently laves at the object in his mouth.
“Liu Qingge!”
In the face of Jiang Cheng’s disbelief, Liu Qingge smirks and drops open his jaw, revealing the lewd nature he had been indulging in as he tongued the openings of the bell.
"You—! Stop that and get on with it!"
But no. Liu Qingge, the massive fucking tease, does not fucking stop. He kisses the clarity bell with a rare gentleness and rolls it along the flat of his tongue, engaging in eye contact with Jiang Cheng the entire time. His lips close around the widest part of the silver instrument and loudly, he sucks, hollowing his cheeks as he exaggerates a moan.
“Q-Qingge!”
The more Jiang Cheng grows redder and redder, the higher the number of raunchy acts and noises Liu Qingge puts on.
Liu Qingge is winning.
And yet, the usual sharp sting of failure is nowhere to be found. But how could it exist? Jiang Cheng’s belly holds a yawning gaping desire that threatens to devour him whole, and he would gladly succumb to this weakness—so long as Liu Qingge is there to catch him.
Jiang Cheng’s cock smears against Liu Qingge’s cheek when he leans in to rest his forehead against Jiang Cheng’s hip and give the bell another rewarding suck. Then, he pauses, as if considering, before pulling off the ornament.
Jiang Cheng’s heartbeat pounds in his chest. He watches as Liu Qingge turns, finally giving the tip of Jiang Cheng’s cock a kiss before—he returns to the bell.
Jiang Cheng lets out an indignant cry.
Liu Qingge seizes Jiang Cheng’s thighs in two powerful grips, startling the other into another yelp as he coaxes the entirety of the silver orb into his mouth and bites at the connecting purple. His eyes meet Jiang Cheng's debauched expression, and his pupils glint in the same manner as a predator.
Jiang Cheng knows what he wants.
He tries to touch Liu Qingge, to convince him to demand something else, but his boyfriend only smacks him away with a huff. The message is clear: there would be no form of relief till Liu Qingge receives what he’s due.
Jiang Cheng squirms, reluctant to give it up.
Liu Qingge decides to help him out by sliding his tongue under Jiang Cheng's foreskin, and Jiang Cheng caves oh so easily.
"Please!" Jiang Cheng releases, cheeks searing hot, "Qingge, please!"
Sloppy pressure instantly engulfs Jiang Cheng's cock, and he mewls, bucking his hips as a graze of teeth make him jerk again. Without pause, Liu Qingge effortlessly adapts to the motion, and Jiang Cheng's voice spikes up a notch as he hits the back of Liu Qingge's throat in one go.
"Fuck!" He cries out.
He grabs wildly for his partner, desperate for his cock to somehow feel more, but Liu Qingge easily puts a stop to that behaviour when he pins Jiang Cheng’s hands down along with his hips. Fuck, that grip means business and Jiang Cheng could only moan helplessly as he nearly cums at the thought that those hands could destroy him.
He doesn’t though, saved by the bell so to speak when suddenly Liu Qingge breaks away and Jiang Cheng collapses over his boyfriend, gasping for breath as his mind tries to reform from the cruel denial of an orgasm. He—fuck. Liu Qingge hadn’t even been doing anything yet; he’d just been holding Jiang Cheng in his mouth like an obedient dog—
Jiang Cheng cuts off that thought hastily and tries to focus outward. The faint clink of teeth against metal gives him a good idea of what Liu Qingge is up to, and he wriggles in protest but it does nothing to prevent Liu Qingge from sucking on his bell—like its Jiang Cheng's cock.
Jiang Cheng's core clenches.
He hates that he likes it. That Liu Qingge's ploy is working.
The clarity bell is a sacred symbol of Jiang Cheng's clan, and Liu Qingge has no shame in rolling it in his mouth, licking it all over, just because he's fucking horny for a piece of Jiang Cheng's identity.
"Qingge…" Jiang Cheng groans.
His poor cock twitches, and he lets loose a startled moan when Liu Qingge suddenly grasps it, his thumb rubbing at the hilt near his balls while also angling it out of the way so he can lean in without squashing it. The bell releases its ring between Liu Qingge's lips, muffled.
"Please, please," Jiang Cheng pleads, unable to hold on any longer.
He needs Liu Qingge. He needs his mouth. He needs to cum.
"Why are you so—" mean to me?
Liu Qingge pops off of his bell.
His stern eyes look up, and Jiang Cheng can't suppress the shiver that travels down his spine.
"Because you asked ‘why’," Liu Qingge answers simply.
Jiang Cheng keens as Liu Qingge takes him back into his mouth. This time, he doesn't hold back. His devilish tongue runs down the length of Jiang Cheng's cock as he takes him deep and turns pointed when he pulls back up, earning another desperate moan. He plays with the tip, digging his tongue into the slit, and seizes Jiang Cheng still, unwilling to let go of his prize.
Jiang Cheng writhes, thrown to the wolves as he thrashes in the throes of pleasure. He doesn't know if he wants to rip himself away to escape or thrust himself deeper to release. It's both, he realizes when Liu Qingge grasps his shaft and lifts it so he can suck Jiang Cheng's balls into his mouth, rolling it around in his sack—reminiscent of a similar shape he had worked earlier.
Jiang Cheng howls, legs kicking above Liu Qingge's head as scalding heat envelops his sensitive organs and lights his senses on fire. He yanks at Liu Qingge roughly, ecstasy soaring higher, and the intensity only blooms when Liu Qingge moans in response.
By the time Liu Qingge finally stops smothering his balls and brings his cock back down to his mouth, Jiang Cheng’s face is wet with tears. His tip smears fluids against Liu Qingge’s nose as he maneuvers it down, and Jiang Cheng’s breath stutters as his cock makes it back its way between a set of glorious lips.
Noises ring into the air as Liu Qingge takes Jiang Cheng all the way once again. His cheeks hollow as he sucks forcefully, and Jiang Cheng thrashes between pleasure and pain, his harsh breathing the only companion to his frantic whines. It’s fucking good. Too fucking good.
Liu Qingge rarely deepthroats, but when he does, he uses every arsenal in his toolbox like he has no care about Jiang Cheng’s sanity. He hums—fucker, that’s cheating—and the vibrations of Liu Qingge’s silky lethal throat reverberate through his dick so hard, he instantly tumbles over the edge.
"Fuck, fuck!" Jiang Cheng whites out as he convulses and he doesn’t stop as he paints Liu Qingge’s insides in splattering cum, undulations of Liu Qingge swallowing his seed milking him for all he’s worth. He whines, his hands the only part of him not trembling, but that’s only because he’s forcing Liu Qingge to stay on his cock as long as possible, grasping his head so tightly as he shakes and shakes and shakes.
Liu Qingge teases him with dry gulps around the head of his cock before he finally relinquishes his dick. Jiang Cheng pants, still feeling as if he's been fucked nonstop for 12 hours, and reluctantly releases his hold on his boyfriend's hair as well, watching him. His exhausted eyes track Liu Qingge as the smug man rocks back on his heels, then stands.
The cat that got the cream.
"C'mere," Jiang Cheng gestures. His voice sounds raw, as if he's been screaming all night and in a way, he guessed he had.
Liu Qingge tilts his chin up as a challenge but Jiang Cheng has no energy to play such games. He yanks Liu Qingge over with a snag of his jacket and immediately cups Liu Qingge's face so that he can't escape.
The kiss is, as always, electrifying. Jiang Cheng laps up a stray spot of cum on Liu Qingge's lower lip and kisses him with his entire being. Then again, and again, and again.
Liu Qingge is clearly pleased by his response, and he inches closer, hooking a leg over Jiang Cheng's bike right next to his hip. Jiang Cheng slides a hand down Liu Qingge's frame and his finger-less gloves are not nice, wringing out groans from Liu Qingge in small doses of revenge, pinching here and there.
With Liu Qingge's legs spread open in this position over Jiang Cheng's lap, it's clear what he needs; the wet spot can only spread larger. Jiang Cheng's sturdy fingers find Liu Qingge's familiar folds, and as he slides his digits between Liu Qingge's cunt, he smirks when Liu Qingge has to stop kissing to pant harshly into his shoulder.
Jiang Cheng still hasn't given up his idea of revenge, refusing to slide his fingers into Liu Qingge's hole right away, but he does nudge Liu Qingge's clit with his thumb, flicking it idly.
Liu Qingge is completely soaking, gushing the longer Jiang Cheng fondles him and his own hands roughly yank at Jiang Cheng's bun, leading the other to huff in amusement.
"Give it," Liu Qingge demands, his voice impatient. And yet, Jiang Cheng recognizes a tinge of desperation.
He can be mean but, for once, decides to show mercy. Two fingers hook past Liu Qingge's entrance, and his boyfriend immediately howls, rutting against his hand in quick succession. It takes no hesitation to slide another digit into Liu Qingge's greedy pussy and then to reposition his hand so that his gloved palm is right between Liu Qingge's pussy, bumping against Liu Qingge's clit. The rough texture bumps against an equally straining nub, and Liu Qingge grinds down without waiting for permission.
All it takes is a few more thrusts, a few more expert rolls of his hand before Liu Qingge seizes up and cums, drenching Jiang Cheng's fingers and glove in a hot torrent of slick. Jiang Cheng’s cock throbs at the amount of fluids that spill out of Liu Qingge and he easily catches the other when Liu Qingge drops into his lap, little whines buried in Jiang Cheng’s shoulder.
Jiang Cheng refuses to let him rest, however. He manhandles Liu Qingge until he's bent over Jiang Cheng's motorcycle, peach pink cheeks out in the open, and an even plumper pair of lips aching for more underneath. He leans over Liu Qingge's body and smacks his boyfriend's hips when he wriggles, clearly trying to worm his way onto Jiang Cheng's cock.
“Already?” Jiang Cheng teases. He knows Liu Qingge’s refractory period is impressive, but even this seems too quick for him.
Liu Qingge twists around and glares, the angry furrow of his brows and equally displeased pout only fattening Jiang Cheng’s cock some more.
“Why wait?”
‘Why wait’ indeed.
Jiang Cheng’s cock splitting Liu Qingge’s cunt wide open is accompanied by a bell ring.