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Zhang Zhao prides himself on being a good shooter. He worked hard to hone his aim and game sense. But today just felt kind of off. It’s not like he was inting or handing himself to the enemies on a silver platter, but his performance did feel mid.
Especially that Map 1 performance, nothing particularly stellar, not his worst day either, just so-so. People say KDA doesn’t speak for performance, but he still hated that he only went even, not even a positive KDA. And now this second map felt like a slap in the face.
Zhang Zhao feels fucking tilted.
Heading back backstage, he’s still thinking about how he could have made different decisions that might have led to a better game on Haven. A hand wraps around his wrist, dragging him off somewhere. It’s Zheng Yongkang, and now the two of them are heading toward the restroom, the one most people don’t really use.
Yongkang locks the door, and for a moment, he rests his face against the side of Zhang Zhao’s neck, breathing him in as his arm slips around the other’s waist. Zhang Zhao doesn’t pull away, but his shoulders stay stiff.
“Zhang Zhao, you’re so tense,” Zheng Yongkang murmurs, voice low, almost amused, thumb pressing lightly into his side.
“Because this is an elimination match?” the older man answers, incredulous, like the reason should be obvious. “One bad map and we’re done.”
"But you're thinking too much. For games like this we need a clear mind, no?" The younger begins to pepper kisses beside Zhang Zhao's neck, not too hard, enough so his neck won't look too red. He pushes Yongkang just slight so he can see his face.
"Think you can finish within 5 minutes?" Yongkang smirked at him.
"What the hell, we still have a game to finish."
"Mhm yes finish." Zheng Yongkang just crashed his lips into his while his hand slipped inside his pants. He taste like mint just like the gum he keeps on chewing during the game. His dick was only sporting a semi but it slowly hardens with Yongkang's ministrations. Zhang Zhao's cock spurts out pre-cum as the other uses it to spread all over, stroking it.
He sighs during the kiss and also wraps his own hand around Yongkang's body. Just to feel his warmth and pinch his soft flesh. Yongkang's grip tightens while Zhang Zhao grinds his hips to meet the other's strokes, hungry for more friction. Zhang Zhao's left hand gripped Yongkang's hair and tilt's the other head up to force Yongkang's mouth open and suck on his tounge. He tounge fucks the other mouth and explores it all while Yongkang's hand goes faster.
The younger broke their kiss but the side of his braces brushes on the side of mouth and Zhang Zhao let's out a litte "ow" but Yongkang just bites his lip.
"Eh you won't finish within 5 minutes like this." Yongkang kneels and completely pulls of his pants.
"Come on now, don't doubt your hands Kang Shen." He laughs a little breathless. The other just rolls his eyes as his plush lips wrap around Zhang Zhao's tip, his head bobbing up and down.
Zheng Yongkang's eyes are shut like he's savoring the taste. His mouth was so warm and feels so heavenly. He lets out little noises and Yongkang looks so perfect like this, like his mouth belongs to suck his dick all day.
"Fuck Yongkang you look so good." He sighs. "Your mouth, fucking hell. You're really enjoying this, huh?"
Twisting his tounge around it and taking most of his dick inside, Yongkang gags a little but Zhang Zhao's hand went to his hair, urging him to stay. Yongkang's tounge brushes against a sensitive spot as Zhang Zhao hips stutter, making the other take more of him.
"I want to fuck you mouth please." The other just hums and looks up at him, meeting his eyes.
Zhang Zhao puts his hands on each side of Yongkang's soft cheeks and begins to thrust. The wet sounds of his dick hitting the back of Yongkang's throat filled the bathroom but it just made him feel too hot and he feels his face redden.
"Fuck Kang Kang, your mouth feels so good." Yongkang's face redden, even more so than usual. He thrusts faster, Yongkang looking at him right in the eyes stirring something inside him.
Yongkang was so pliant just letting Zhang Zhao fuck his mouth, eyes conveying his adoration and trust. He feels himself coming so he backs off but Yongkang stopped him by gripping his shirt, not wantinf him to pull off and pushing more of Zhang Zhao's cock inside his mouth. Zhang Zhao hears him choke once more.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby. I'm coming." One, two, three thrust and with a loud grunt he feels himself coming inside Yongkang, throwing his head back in pleasure. His hand still gripping the other's hair and he pushes his hips, letting his cock stay inside. He feels Yongkang throat swallowing his come.
He pulls Yongkang off his dick and makes him stand up so he can kiss him. Softly, tenderly, just to calm himself. He can taste himself from Yongkang's tounge.
A loud knock interrupts the moment. Then another. And another.
“Are you two motherfuckers done?” Wan Shunzhi’s voice booms from the other side of the door.
He and Yongkang break off their kiss and crack at the same time, quiet laughter slipping out as Yongkang reaches for the handle. He opens the door to a very unimpressed Wan Shunzhi.
“You two are insane. What the hell was that,” Wan Shunzhi says, shaking his head. He turns and starts down the hallway, and the two of them follow.
“I had to motivate him, you know?” Yongkang says, throwing an arm over Wan Shunzhi’s shoulder.
“Ew. Don’t tell me anything about that,” Wan Shunzhi mutters as they approach the green room. The noise of staff and muted crowd chatter leaks through the door.
Zhang Zhao stays quiet. The thoughts from Haven linger, but they don’t cling as tightly. He exhales and focuses.
He drops 27 kills on Corrode.