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The cool air of the night drifted in through the open window of the apartment belonging to Shen Zechuan. A lamp was lit, causing a warm light to glow through the drawn, flowing curtains. The silhouette of a slender man could be seen against them, hunched over the desk, his attention seeming to be kept quite well by the work in front of him.
He was using a pen to look over line after line of work of another student, poring over it as he chewed at the inside of his lip. He’d been at this for hours, his body was beginning to ache. His head lifted slightly as he heard the sound of the door being unlocked, then opened. He looked over, hearing the lights begin to flick on. Shen Zechuan placed the pen on the desk and sat up more straight, pulling a leg up to his chest as he adjusted in the chair.
“Have you taken a break all night, Lanzhou?” A deep voice rang through the hall, unconsciously placing a smile on the fair man’s face. He sighed deeply and shook his head. His hair had fallen from the tie he’d put in it earlier. He brushed it back behind his ear as he saw the other man enter the room.
“No, I need to have these done by the morning,” he said, voice small, “Somebody has kept me from my work on the other days I meant to do it.” A figure appeared in the hall. He leaned against the doorframe and smiled, then slipped his leather jacket from his shoulders to lay it on the bed.
Xiao Chiye stepped over to the chair and leaned over Shen Zechuan. Xiao Chiye pulled on the hair tie Shen Zechuan had loosely tied his hair back with, causing his hair to cascade over his back. He tenderly brushed the hair away from the nape of his neck, his fingertips leaving an electric feeling behind as they ghosted along the sensitive skin there. Shen Zechuan’s breath caught and he tilted his head to allow his lover further access. “It isn’t good for your health to keep pulling all-nighters like this, Lanzhou.” He breathed, his warm breath passed over Shen Zechuan’s ear and he felt a chill run up his spine.
“You’ve been drinking, Ce’an.” Shen Zechuan noted, closing his eyes as Xiao Chiye ran his hands down the other man’s body.
“It’s hard to avoid when it comes to Li Jianheng, you know this.” Xiao Chiye smiled as Shen Lanzhou stood. He pressed his hands against the wolf pup’s chest and pushed him backward toward the bed. Xiao Chiye stumbled backward, a smile on his face. “Oh, I like this side of you, Lanzhou.”
Shen Zechuan pushed him backward until Xiao Chiye fell against the bed. He got on top of the other man, straddling his waist. He had only been wearing a loose-fitting pair of pajama pants and one of Xiao Chiye’s shirts, which hung far too large on his slight frame. It left much to the imagination, but with the way the pair had explored each other in the past, not much could be kept from one another. He leaned in and kissed Xiao Chiye, his soft lips playing against the other’s in a teasing manner. Xiao Chiye closed his eyes, then slid his hands up Shen Zechuan’s thighs to hold his waist.
As Shen Zechuan sat on top of Xiao Chiye, he felt something beginning to form. He smiled against Xiao Chiye’s lips, then reached up and stroked his cheek. “You really do like this.” He mused, sliding a hand up the wolf pup’s arm to press it against the bed, intertwining his fingers with Xiao Chiye’s. The kiss continued, but was suddenly halted with a sharp click and the feeling of metal around Xiao Chiye’s left wrist. His eyes flew open and he parted his lips to see Shen Zechuan leaning over him, fastening a pair of handcuffs he had just clicked around his wrist to the headboard of the bed.
“Lanzhou,” Xiao Chiye whined, “Lanzhou, what is this?” The smaller man stood and tossed his hair back over his neck, then looked back over his shoulder at Xiao Chiye sprawled on his bed. “Lanzhou,” he chuckled nervously, “This isn’t funny.”
Shen Zechuan picked up a folder from the nightstand and held it over his lips, then quirked his head to the side as he looked Xiao Chiye over. “I think it’s just as funny as you keeping me pressed against that mattress despite me telling you I’m working on a deadline.” He cooed.
Xiao Chiye let out a slight noise and pulled against the restraints. “I thought you liked it!” He cried, trying to sit up. He pulled again as Shen Zechuan placed the folder on the desk and sat down in the chair. He turned over, his arm hovering above him as he adjusted himself to lounge a bit more comfortably on the bed. “Lanzhou, please.” He whined. Shen Zechuan lifted his pen and began to work, but not before tossing his hair back again to give Xiao Chiye a front row seat to the untouchable nape.
Shen Zechuan continued reviewing the work in front of him, marking every so often as he found errors. The first few minutes were without incident, the silence only broken by the scratching of the pen against the paper as he corrected. After a bit, a slight whining began emanating from the bed. Xiao Chiye had moved his hand down. He was beginning to palm himself over his jeans. “Lanzhou,” he purred, rubbing the heel of his palm over his arousal, “Lanzhou, please.”
Shen Zechuan ignored him, continuing to grade the papers in front of him. Only after a few more minutes did he turn, hearing the frustrated noises of his lover on the bed. “Lanzhou.” He said, face flushed from both the arousal and the alcohol coursing through his veins. “Lanzhou.”
Shen Zechuan sighed, then got up again. He leaned over the bed and pressed a hand against his belt, then deftly began to unfasten it. He pulled it open, then undid the button and zipper on his jeans as well. Shen Zechuan’s lips parted as he shimmied the jeans down. He was left staring at the bulge barely restrained by the other man’s boxers.
He stood there in a daze for a moment before his gaze was forcibly turned to Xiao Chiye’s face, his large hand cupping his chin. “You’ve come over here.” He purred, his eyes hooded as he looked upon Shen Zechuan’s face. “Now what?” Shen Zechuan’s face turned from slight confusion to a sultry smirk. He pulled away from Xiao Chiye and turned to the nightstand. He opened the drawer and pulled out a silk ribbon the both of them were intimately familiar with. He carefully stepped back onto the bed and held the ribbon between his teeth. He pulled something from his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs from the headboard. He held it tightly, feeling as though Xiao Chiye would make an effort to free himself, but he simply looked over Shen Zechuan, wondering what he was planning on doing.
Shen Zechuan swallowed hard, hesitating. In the split second he had taken to think, he had been flipped onto his back. Xiao Chiye took the ribbon from his teeth and quickly bound Shen Zechuan’s hands. He gasped, feeling a flush come over him. Xiao Chiye took the key to the cuffs and unlocked the one left on his wrist. He rubbed the mark it had left, then looked down at the beauty beneath him. “Where did you even get these?” He asked, tossing the handcuffs to the side.
Shen Zechuan sighed, watching as Xiao Chiye slid a hand up his shirt to reveal the pale skin lying beneath the fabric. The sensation was searing. Shen Zechuan lifted his back off the mattress and hummed, looking over to Xiao Chiye above him. He clenched his fists and then sighed. “I got them to try to tame you.” He said, blinking up at him slowly. Xiao Chiye scoffed. He reached down and slid his hand under the waistband of the pants that had been pulled down when he flipped Shen Zechuan on the bed. He paused as he reached the underwear, coaxing a smile to appear on Shen Zechuan’s lips.
Xiao Chiye tore the pants down, looking upon the man beneath him. He parted his lips, taking in the sight of his Lanzhou in lacy panties. He nearly buckled, but looked back up at Shen Zechuan. “I thought you had a deadline.”
“I finished hours ago. I was correcting my own paper.” He said smugly. His attitude was quickly bested as Xiao Chiye lifted him by his waist to turn him over. Shen Zechuan’s face pressed into the pillow, the soft, musky scent of Xiao Chiye lingered on his pillow, mixing with faint hints of cigarette smoke, whiskey, and leather. It was wholly intoxicating. He felt as if he was being manhandled, pulled into an optimal position for Xiao Chiye to enter him. He knew this position well. He closed his eyes, hearing Xiao Chiye open the drawer to dig around for something. He felt as the lacy panties were pulled to the side, hearing the fabric pop as they tore, then heard the sound of the lubricant cap opening. Shen Zechuan drew in a sharp breath as he felt Xiao Chiye’s fingers pressed against his entrance, clenching his fists hard as they pushed past the soft pink ring of flesh there.
Xiao Chiye chuckled, pressing two fingers in right away. He sighed and moved them slowly, opening him up easily. “Such a good boy for me, Lanzhou.” He said softly, listening to the desperate moans already coming from the man beneath him. He leaned over him, fucking him gently with his fingers. He brushed the hair from his neck again and pressed his lips against the skin there. He licked it, then bit it, sucking to leave a small mark. He smelled clean with the faintest floral scent emanating from his hair. He sighed, hardly able to contain himself. He was already painfully hard, straining against his own underwear.
Shen Zechuan whined, his hands opening and closing as if to try to grab anything and everything while bound. He pressed his hips back into Xiao Chiye, whining as he felt the emptiness that came when he removed his fingers. “Please, Ce’an, Er-lang.” He moaned sweetly, arching his back further. Xiao Chiye pressed the head of his impressive length against the hole he had so tenderly prepared for himself, then buried himself in easily. Shen Zechuan threw his head back and cried out. Xiao Chiye placed both hands on his waist and pulled him back into his hips, seating himself fully inside the man beneath him.
“You’re so hot, so tight.” He pulled his hips back and began thrusting into him, hearing the gasps and moans that came from those beautiful lips he loved to kiss, to suck, to bite… The sounds that came from him drove him crazy almost as much as the sound of their coupling, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin. Xiao Chiye groaned and leaned over him again, pressing his lips to the crook of Shen Zechuan’s neck. He bit the skin there as he rutted against him, his fingers digging into the soft skin that kept the evidence of him so well.
Shen Zechuan was drooling. He was already so sensitive, he always was whenever Xiao Chiye so much as touched him. He trembled, unable to form words as he felt himself becoming so full. Suddenly, their positions changed again and he was looking up at Xiao Chiye’s flushed face. His lips were captured as Xiao Chiye buried himself in him again. He much preferred this position, but any position was good with his Er-lang. He moved his lips against Xiao Chiye’s, feeling his tongue push past his lips. He felt Xiao Chiye place a hand over his bound wrists, holding his hands above his head. He was being kissed furiously, the sounds of their desperate kisses and intense coupling mingling in the rapidly heating air. Shen Zechuan moaned into the kiss, curling his toes as he felt himself getting close. He felt his own cock twitch against the lace fabric of the panties. He cried out, feeling a wetness bloom on the fabric.
Xiao Chiye huffed, pulling away again. “Already?” He breathed, fully pulling out of him before he finished. “I haven’t cum yet.” He almost sounded upset. Shen Zechuan panted beneath him, swallowing as his moist, kiss-swollen lips opened and closed, still unable to form words. Xiao Chiye easily lifted him, switching their positions once more. Shen Zechuan was suddenly straddling him, staring down at Xiao Chiye in his bed. He held his hands out in front of his body, still bound by the silk ribbon. He was afraid to lower his hips, but Xiao Chiye swiftly lined himself up. Shen Zechuan huffed, then looked away from his lover.
“Don’t be so shy, Lanzhou.” Xiao Chiye cooed, hands almost attracted to his waist. He pushed him down quickly, causing Shen Zechuan to stiffen on top of him. He whined again and his head lolled to the side, his eyes rolling back.
“Er-lang…” He said, his body being pressed up and down as he was so thoroughly filled with Xiao Chiye’s cock.
“Look at you, taking me in so well.” Xiao Chiye’s hand moved to Shen Zechuan’s stomach, feeling it bulge slightly as Shen Zechuan moved shakily up and down. Xiao Chiye rolled his hips up into him, coaxing even more sweet moans from the man riding him. He felt himself getting closer, but Shen Zechuan was trembling the same way he did when he was close to climax as well. “Again? So soon?”
Shen Zechuan was moving on his own now. He leaned over him, getting a better angle as he leaned on Xiao Chiye’s chest with his bound hands. “Please, Ce’an, please…” He begged, his cock twitching once again. He almost felt as if Xiao Chiye was swelling within him, but he threw his head back as he felt his lover’s hot release flow over that sensitive spot within him. He cried out, feeling even more cum weep through the fabric of the underwear he had so carefully picked out for Ce’an.
“Lanzhou.” Xiao Chiye moaned, pulling him down to capture him in another kiss. Shen Zechuan kissed him back, not allowing him to pull out quite yet. He moved his hips, savoring the aftershocks of his climax. He sighed into the kiss. Xiao Chiye released his hands, tossing the ribbon to the side. “We can go all night if you want.”
“Don’t stop, Er-lang…”