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Fingers gently caressed the side of his face. He let himself be washed over the tender touch—rarely did they have the time to do these kind of things. Mostly, it had Wang Wei being skittish around his touches. Rarely Wang would touch him like this. He slightly wondered, what pushes the man to do this.
It wasn't like he would go anywhere else. Lips slightly parted away, only to be closed again as Wang Wei hushed him by his fingers placed on his lips. The man's expression was difficult to decipher. Nevertheless, he still could see Wang's eyes softened as he carefully observed his features. As if trying to find something—he was unsure what the man was attempting to do, but he let him anyway.
These touches were quite soothing. Akin to balm to his unease. Even as he felt ticklish from how Wang's fingers traced his eyebrows and the slope of his nose. It was even worse, as the man's fingers brushed against his mustache and fingers ghosted around his stubbles. Laughter inevitably slipped out his lips, hands pushing away Wang Wei's fingers.
"That's—! It tickles!" giggles slipped out in the meantime as hands continued to parry all of Wang Wei's touches. Tears pooled in the corner of his eyes, stomach slightly hurt from all the laughing. Breath came out ragged as he held his hand up, signalling for the other man to stop. He couldn't withstand more of it, as it became utterly painful.
Also he couldn't stop coughing, it felt like he would manage to cough his throat out with how hard his body was shaking. He could feel Wang Wei's hands on him, presumably worried with him coughing nonstop. Nevertheless, it finally stopped.
"That's," he took a deep breath, throat tightened, "you—slightly hurts," hands covering his face, wiping away the unshed tears. As he lifted his gaze, he saw the other man's expression became apologetic. Particularly looking like a sad wet cat.
It was quite cute—it felt somewhat distasteful to call Wang that—if he hadn't almost choked to his death. Nonetheless, he understood what Wang Wei meant—–even if in the process it resulted in him suffocating. Rarely do they have leisure time like this.
Most of it, well, he supposes it couldn't be helped with Rainy's presence. However, for today and the rest of week, Rainy wouldn't be here—she's in some summer camp? If his memories were right. Something about sharpening her skills; whether it was fighting or academics, her father approves all of it—as long as she stays out of trouble.
Also he's pretty much become another parental figure in the girl's life. With him—almost permanently—residing in their residence. It couldn't be helped, his shared apartment with Matia—felt bittersweet.
"Stop that," his body curved slightly away, Wang Wei's eyebrows furrowed. The mute man's hands hang in the air, "just need to take a breather," hand gently patted Wei's forearm, lips already tugged into a smile. However, it seems his attempt to appease the man was in vain. Wang Wei was perceptive enough to not take it at face value.
The man had a single eyebrow raised, seemingly dissatisfied by his words. The once concerned expression was added with a sense of disbelief. Lips pressed together, [You're not being honest.]
Navin averted his gaze, pretending he hadn't seen what Wang Wei said. Even then, it didn't stop Wei from 'talking'. His hands continued to move in a flurry movement—he slightly tuned it out—still he saw the words like 'sadness', 'should be honest' and 'here for you'.
It moved him, but not enough to look directly into Wang Wei's eyes. It still felt heavy—acknowledging it, was not an option—for now—untouched until he felt…
Would he even—a hand pressed against his cheek, making him flinch. Wang Wei tilted his head lightly, lips opening and closing. The question hung in the air awkwardly, words died in his throat. The other man's eyes were looking at him intensely, resulting in him looking anywhere but those eyes. Somehow, he always felt compelled to talk.
Wang's hand gently caressed his cheek, eyes gleamed with concern. It was unnecessary, he hadn't done any damage. Nonetheless, Wang silently continued and cupping his face softly, a faint smile tugged on his lips. Seemingly content to distract him, then pursuing further what was on his mind.
"Wang," he drawled out, as he felt the man nipped his neck, "don't," it certainly felt nice and sent a jolt down his spine. In the end, he yielded in and let Wang Wei continue his administration. Pressing more wet kisses on his neck, tilting his head to the side. A groan escaped between his lips, blood rushed towards his groin. While his hands rested Wang's side, grabbing the man's shirt.
Unsure whether he should push or pull the man closer. Fingers trailing from the side of neck, throat and finally Wang's hand rested on his chest. His breath hitched, through half-lidded eyes—the corner of the mute man's lips curled up. Looking perfectly like a pleased cat.
Wasn't it fortunate? They hadn't left the bedroom at all.
Their bodies became entangled on the bed—smiles adorned their lips as every caress became rougher. Blood boiled from the closeness. Words momentarily become obsolete between them. Fingers pulling on the clothes; it was unnecessary to wear all these clothes.
"Wei," his hands cupped the man's face, eyes momentarily averted, a sigh slipped out—faint smile adorned his lips. Pulling Wang Wei closer, pressing their lips together letting it convey what he wanted. Tongues intertwined, their lust heightened with the nonexistent distance between their bodies. As they parted away, Navin felt himself become slightly dazed with the lack of oxygen.
Lips tugged into a loopy smile, fingers traced Wang Wei's features, "could you," he paused letting a wistful sigh, hands wrapped around the man's shoulder, "make me stop thinking?"
Wang Wei blinked his eyes a few times at the request, the hands that were placed on the journalist's side were retracted. It hung on the air awkwardly, trying to form the words only to be interfered by Navin's hand. Enveloping the mute man's hand singlehandedly. Navin shook his head, "Humor me," a wry smile tugged on his lips.
The mute man's lips parted away, seemingly to have a word to be said. Eyebrows furrowed, his fingers caressing the journalist's cheek gently. As if responding to Navin's request.
A soft huff was all he heard as Wang Wei's hand splayed on his chest, body loomed over him. Head cocked to the side, mouth opened only to be closed again; his fingers tracing the scarred skin, eyes repeatedly looking up to meet the journalist's eyes.
He smiled at the fleeting touch. The man's touch was painstakingly tender, making his breath hitch. As Wang Wei continued to caress his trembling body, hands trailed down momentarily resting on his abdomen. Breathy chuckle slipped out, as Wang's hand moved lower—he took a sharp inhale.
The sound of blood rushing filled his ears—leaving him slightly deaf to anything else. Wang Wei's hand trailed lower, grabbing his thighs; pushing it apart. Fingers teasingly dragged on his inner thighs—Navin felt his face became warmer, words already on the tip of his tongue. In the end he only sighed, even if his frustration reared its head. As Wang Wei continued his administration.
HIs fingers prodded against his lower body; a familiar sensation—breathing became slightly difficult, fingers dug into the mattress as he struggled to keep his breathing even. However, as he saw Wei's concentrating expression—his breathing gradually even out, a crooked smile tugged on his lips as he saw the man lifted his gaze.
"Still could think clearly," he quipped, breath momentarily catched in his throat as the mute man's fingers abruptly pressed deeper. Wei gave him a pointed look, fingers still moving gently, probably being considerate to not hurt him. Nonetheless, the stretch took his mind off the thoughts.
He still couldn't get used to the sight—–Wang Wei's body was filled with scars, many of which seemed to be old. The chance seems to always slip away, before he could ask about it. It didn't help that Wang Wei never brought up anything about himself; content to leave it untouched. Although someday, he would bring it up—not now—not at this moment, where he could have Wang Wei all to himself.
He wanted to become mindless for a moment. These thoughts were unbearable; he knew it wasn't healthy to repress all these buzzing sounds. But confronting it directly feels like dying. In the end, he pressed it to the side for another day—it was tomorrow's problem.
Breath knocked out of his lungs as Wei slowly inserted himself. It made him see stars momentarily, hands gripping tightly on the bedsheet. Thin sheen of sweat formed on his forehead—a shaky laugh slipped out, through half-lidded eyes he saw how Wei wasn't entirely unaffected by it either. The mute's face flushed as if he had drunk some hard liquor. Perhaps his body was akin to alcohol—the thought of it felt exhilarating.
Hand trembled with immense pleasure, placed on Wei's face, "G–good," he gasped out as the other man abruptly pushed deeper inside him. Head thrown back, trying to ground himself from the slight pain intertwined with pleasure. Panting heavily as Wei wrapped his hand around his length, sending jolt down his spine. It was unfortunate, Wei couldn't use his voice.
As it made the only sound echoed in the room was his own, accompanied by the lewd sound of their bodies. Leaving him mortified—it lasted for a split second, before he became absorbed in these sensations washed over him. Head spinning, making it difficult to form words.
Moans were all he could muster—fingers twisted the bedsheet tightly. It surely would be torn, if Wei didn't take his hands and intertwine with his own. Slightly grounding him in, while ragged breath continued to escape; tears involuntarily being spilled as he breathed in.
These sensations overwhelmed his senses; he couldn't focus on anything else beside Wei's dick inside him. Half-lidded eyes blurred with tears, his grip tightened against Wang's hands. His body sent reeling as the mute man continued to move. Hitting that spot inside him perfectly—sending a buzzing sensation through his head.
"G–god, you're good at this," he babbled in between the thrust, "I thought you—" a moan interrupted his words, head thrown back, "ah, a chaste man, I—I'm so wrong, uh, aren't I?"
Wei didn't 'say' anything in response. However, he could see a faint smirk gracing the man's lips. In response he shot a stink eye at the mute man—if only Wei could talk—he was sure Wei would taunt him at this moment. Nevermind that, the man certainly use the situation to his benefit. His hands placed on either side of his thighs, pushing it until his knees somewhat around his chest level.
The pain made him hiss; it had been a long time since his body stretched like this. Nevertheless, his mind was pulled back to Wei's administration. Thoughts were replaced with buzzing sensation, toes curling in pleasure—more so, with how nice Wei's hand on his dick. The warmth and tightness around his length left him breathless—scrambling to get a grip of himself.
It was in vain, with the iron grip Wei had on him. Perhaps, Wang intends to fulfill his request. Wei's lips parted away, breathy sounds filled his ears—the nonexistent distance between their bodies. Every touch left him wanting more—searing deep into his skin, making him choke on his moans. His insides felt unbearably hot, gasps spilled from his mouth while his head tossed and turned.
Tears continue to be spilled, as eyes shut screwed tight. "Wei, Wei," he chanted mindlessly. Back arched against the bed, unsure whether he should chase the pleasure or plead for it to stop. Wei was quick to silence him—pulling him into an open mouthed kiss, muffling every sound he made.
It was a quick trick to shut him up. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as Wei didn't slow down. Instead fastening the pace—bed creaking with how forcefully the man moved his hips.
"F–fuck, Wang—uh, you're—"
The words were cut off, as Wei roughly pulled Navin's body forward—–pulling himself out of the journalist's body. Flipping Navin's limp body, pushing the man's head down while he continued his earlier administration in a new position. Fingers rested on Navin's neck, body pressed tightly against Navin's back.
Breathing sound filled his ear—Wei seems to be trying to push his buttons. Whether it was voluntarily or not; it made his blood boil, heightened his pleasure further. Hands twisting the bedsheet as blood rushed to his head, body trembled under Wei's hand.
Those lithe fingers caressed his back gently. A vast difference than what the man currently did to him. Sucking the skin around his neck, leaving marks while ragged breath continuously escaped his lips. He tried to prop up himself only to fall flat—arms trembling uncontrollably—as Wang continued the rough pace. Hitting the spot inside him again and again.
Navin's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Fingers twisted deep in the bedsheet, face planted on the pillow. Resulting in moans being muffled. HIs mind becomes scrambled. As pleasure washed over him repeatedly. Wang's wet tongue dragged over on the back of his neck—nibbling on it, leaving marks that wouldn't fade for a few days. Wei's hands caressed him entirely; the remnant of these touch burns, turning his body feverish and overly sensitive.
"—ei, Wei," he gasped, head turned as much as he could in Wang's direction. Every muscle tensed; stomach twisting into a tight knot. Clenching tightly around Wei's dick, greedily accepting what the mute man had offered him. A keen sound escaped his lips—a jolt ran down his spine—as Wang's hand again rubbed his drooling dick. Thumb pressing the slit, shiver wrecked his body—slumping forward, thrusting into the man's hand.
Navin's breath hitched, hips shaking attuned to Wang's hand movement. A keen whine escaped his lips as he reached his orgasm, eyes fluttered from the whiplash. Panting rapidly, while his body reeled from the orgasm. However, it didn't make Wang stop—he only slowed his pace, letting Navin to adjust for a fleeting moment.
Making sure the man could regain his footing; that he would take away in another moment. Letting the journalist twitch helplessly underneath him. As Navin incoherently moaned Wei's name—hands trying to reach Wei; that in turn Wei obliged, momentarily pulling out to change their position.
Wang let out a breathy groan, as he sunk back into Navin's slippery insides. Hands momentarily rested on Navin's abdomen—regaining his gradually deteriorating composure. Thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead just like Navin's own. Face entirely flushed, seemingly intoxicated with how Navin's insides wrapped around his entire length. Lips agape slightly, accompanied by breathy sounds. As he continued to move his hips, head slightly lowered, pulling Navin in for a kiss.
Tongue slipping in easily; Navin was too blissed to mind whatever he would do to him. He placed his arms around Wang's neck, pulling him deeper—mouth moving in tandem, swallowing every moan and groan.
His thrust gradually became shallower, occasionally stuttering while he continued to devour Navin's lips. The telltale of his orgasm was close. The kiss they shared became sloppy—teeth clashed—string of saliva stretched between their lips as they parted away.
Navin gently cupped Wang Wei's face. Panting heavily with a stupid grin on those lips slicked with spit—moaning softly, eyes never left Wei's face. He pulled in Wei—kissing him again in abandon, while his legs wrapped around Wei, pushing him further nestled inside. Locking the mute man position, letting Wei reach his orgasm, while simultaneously filling him to the brim.
His chest rose and fell heavily—glistening with sweat, Wang Wei pressed his face into Navin's hands. Grabbing the journalist's wrist, gaze rested on Navin's face—lips tugged into a thin smile. Pressing a deliberate kiss on Navin's inner wrist. Eyes seemingly to ask—–are you satisfied?
A loopy smile adorned Navin's lips. The man noticeably still looking out of his depth—–eyes still had that glazed look, seemingly too blissed to care or respond to Wei's unsaid words. It made Wei patted Navin's cheek softly—while he gently pulled himself out of Navin.
Wang Wei sighed, slightly questioning his decision. It had been in the heat of the moment—–it slipped out of his mind to use a condom. He probably shouldn't have indulged Navin. He would try to keep that in mind, the next time Navin tried anything like this again.
Noticing Navin fall asleep, he sighed, this man…
Guess he needs to do the clean up by himself. It would be a hassle but, he supposes with Navin asleep—he could only do little. With that in mind, he stretched his body lightly—hoping he hadn't overexerted himself. Every muscle was protesting as he moved around, particularly around his waist.
It didn't deter him—he paused momentarily. Taking a deep breath, as he opened the window slightly, just enough to let fresh air in the stuffy room, then went to take a quick shower.
Coming back with cloth and basin in tow. Hand gently wiped down Navin's body—wiping away the bodily fluid before it dried entirely. Though, the bedsheet—perhaps after Navin woke up. He didn't dare to wake the man up—certainly he deserved his rest; he knew the man rarely could sleep peacefully.
Fingers gently traced Navin's face—–mind went back to that night. Hand stopped on Navin's chest, feeling the steady heartbeat underneath his palm. A long exhale slipped out of his lips, resting his head near Navin's chest. The steady thrum gradually lulled him to sleep.