Qin Yu always wore a pendant, its long cord hanging down to his breastbone. For him, this pendant had become a talisman, worn constantly except during photoshoots.
In college, he’d used the pendant to set himself apart, pairing it with an outrageously flashy style that he thought was the epitome of cool.
After working for a few years and realizing how cringeworthy his behavior had been, he toned things down. He no longer dared to display the pendant openly, fearing people might mistake him for a gangster.
Perhaps out of habit, Qin Yu never thought to take it off, simply hiding it beneath his clothes against his skin.
Xie Cen had only recently discovered the pendant and was initially quite shocked. But Qin Yu hadn’t intended to hide it.
One night, in the dim light, Qin Yu pinned Xie Cen to the sofa. The couch sagged noticeably under the weight of two grown men. In the shadows, their eyes met with heated intensity, ready to ignite passion at any moment.
Qin Yu’s lips curled into a sly smile, his expression mischievous – a stark contrast to his usual unapproachable demeanor. Now, he exuded a seductive confidence, reveling in his control of the game.
Xie Cen smiled back, his eyes full of tenderness and adoration.
Pressed beneath Qin Yu, Xie Cen’s hands were skillfully restrained. On the narrow leather sofa, his long legs had nowhere to go. One was already slipping off, his foot touching the cold wooden floor. The other was pinned straight, his calf resting on the wide armrest, foot dangling in the air.
Soon, Xie Cen would lose the ability to move his legs freely, as Qin Yu eagerly thrust his thigh between them, an unfamiliar sensation climbing up his leg.
The room temperature was just right. They were both naked after showering, bodies bare to each other. The current temperature wouldn’t make two grown men catch cold.
It would only get warmer; after all, doing this kind of activity tends to heat things up.
Lying on his back, Xie Cen lifted his head to face Qin Yu leaning over him. He parted his lips slightly, revealing white teeth, fierce as a wild wolf, and bit down on Qin Yu’s dangling pendant. He caught only half of it, leaving the other half exposed while enclosing the rest in his warm mouth.
He skillfully caressed the captured portion with his tongue, occasionally pushing it out of his mouth, deliberately letting a few drops of saliva escape the corners of his lips.
Qin Yu, watching Xie Cen’s performance intently, didn’t interrupt. Instead, he felt a thirst in his mouth and swallowed. His hands planted on either side of Xie Cen’s head, his gaze utterly unguarded.
Pinned beneath him, Xie Cen stared directly into Qin Yu’s eyes, his mouth never ceasing its movements.
In a moment of distraction, Qin Yu realized Xie Cen had taken the entire half of the pendant into his mouth. He pushed it out with his tongue, then skillfully pulled it back in, repeating the motion again and again. The pendant, now warm from his mouth, glistened with saliva – evidence of his deliberate teasing.
Perhaps Xie Cen grew tired of this game, or maybe the repeated motions made his muscles ache. When Qin Yu tore his gaze from those provocative eyes, he found Xie Cen had moved on to the chain, biting his way up, straining his neck with the effort.
Qin Yu raised an eyebrow and smiled, silently playing along, momentarily ceding control to Xie Cen.
Xie Cen gently tugged the chain with his mouth, and Qin Yu obliged, lowering himself bit by bit, slowly closing the distance, testing both their restraint to their limits.
Finally, Xie Cen succeeded in pulling Qin Yu close, his face now pressed against Qin Yu’s neck, warm breath ghosting over his skin.
Qin Yu shuddered involuntarily.
“Damn! We’re both tops, how are you so good at seducing?” Qin Yu cursed under his breath, not out of displeasure, but accepting it as playful foreplay.
Xie Cen leisurely spat out the pendant, glistening saliva sliding down its texture. His eyes twinkled with amusement at Qin Yu’s teasing remark.
“I guess you win,” Xie Cen said, eyebrow raised. He was incredibly cunning, first retreating to advance, then seizing control when the moment was right.
The straightforward Qin Yu was no match for his scheming.
“I admit defeat,” Qin Yu conceded with a hint of reluctance, having voluntarily relinquished control.
True to his word, Qin Yu released Xie Cen’s hands. They maneuvered in perfect sync, and in moments, their positions were reversed, with Qin Yu now pinned beneath Xie Cen.
The tables had turned. Now Qin Yu was trapped underneath, their hard bodies pressed together. Each significant movement elicited muffled gasps from both men.
Though they were at the point of no return, the one on top continued his foreplay, suddenly the epitome of patience.
Xie Cen’s pink tongue darted out, licking Qin Yu’s dry lips. Qin Yu parted his mouth eagerly, their tongues meeting in an electric moment that amplified every sensation, hearts pounding in their ears.
They exchanged saliva, their urgency contrasting with underlying patience.
Perhaps the kiss was too sudden; Qin Yu had no time to react before Xie Cen’s fierce assault. Unable to swallow quickly enough, some saliva trickled from the corner of his mouth into the hollow of his neck.
A strange sensation, Qin Yu mused.
Xie Cen continued his oral exploration, his hot tongue tracing Qin Yu’s muscular contours, leaving behind a trail of wet saliva – clearly intentional.
As an amateur model, Qin Yu kept himself in excellent shape, his body undeniably impressive.
With his head resting on the sofa arm, Qin Yu parted his lips, his gaze unfocused. His cheeks flushed as he panted with barely contained desire.
With effort, he lifted his eyelids and looked down. Xie Cen had kissed his way to Qin Yu’s abdomen. The awkward position forced Qin Yu to bend his legs, unsure where to place them.
Xie Cen’s kisses traveled lower, to the edge of Qin Yu’s underwear, where an impressive tent had formed.
Xie Cen moved his head above Qin Yu’s groin, suddenly glancing up to meet Qin Yu’s hazy gaze.
Qin Yu now lay with his legs bent and spread wide, fighting the urge to close them. If Xie Cen kept teasing, Qin Yu might combust.
“No more,” Qin Yu said in a low voice.
Xie Cen looked briefly disappointed, but in a flash, he licked the bulge in Qin Yu’s underwear. The unexpected move made Qin Yu’s muscles tense instantly.
“Fuck!” Qin Yu cursed.
Having elicited the desired response, Xie Cen reined in his playfulness. Supporting himself with one hand, he retrieved a box of condoms and a small bottle of lube from the side table drawer.
In moments, he stripped away Qin Yu’s remaining clothing, tossing the crumpled underwear aside.
Freed from its confines, Qin Yu’s engorged member sprang forth, nearly slapping Xie Cen’s face.
Qin Yu felt somewhat uncomfortable, perhaps because it was his first time bottoming. Though mentally prepared, his body still retained an instinctive resistance.
Every muscle in his body tensed as Xie Cen kissed the insides of his thighs, causing a ticklish sensation that made him reach out to grab Xie Cen’s hair.
“Relax,” Xie Cen said, catching Qin Yu’s hand and pressing it to his cheek, gently nuzzling it as he soothed him in a tender voice.
Qin Yu responded with a muffled groan.
Xie Cen held a condom between his teeth, awkwardly tearing open the package with one hand. He skillfully rolled it onto his erect member, and it fit perfectly.
After their previous experience, they bought condoms sized for each of them. Who knew they’d come in handy so soon?
Xie Cen applied lubricant to his fingers, gently preparing Qin Yu.
He started with one finger, gradually increasing the number as he worked.
The sensation was uncomfortable; Xie Cen had experienced it himself recently. The feeling of invasion almost made Qin Yu kick Xie Cen away, but he managed to control himself.
When Xie Cen finally entered him, they both gasped, their tension easing somewhat.
Enveloped by the tight, soft passage, Xie Cen nearly finished right then.
The initial slow thrusts were challenging but pleasurable, especially for Qin Yu. Following his instincts, he kept sliding back with each thrust. Sometimes Xie Cen would slow down to pull him back into position. Eventually, Xie Cen simply gripped Qin Yu’s thighs, thrusting forcefully into him.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, embarrassing yet erotic.
“Ah, ah, ah!” Despite trying to keep quiet, occasional moans escaped Qin Yu’s throat.
Finally, with a roar from Xie Cen and a curse from Qin Yu, they reached their climax.
Xie Cen withdrew from Qin Yu, grabbing tissues to clean the white fluid from his body.
After the ecstasy faded, a sense of emptiness set in. Qin Yu was still panting heavily, his face flushed from orgasm.
Seeing this, Xie Cen couldn’t resist kissing him, whispering in his ear:
“Qin Yu, I love you.”
Qin Yu pulled Xie Cen close, eliminating the last bit of space between them.
“What a coincidence,” Qin Yu grinned.
“I love you too.”
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