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The haze of sleep barely pulled through, making Lan Wangji shuffle on his side in his sleep. He threw one muscular arm out, intending to pull the person beside him in for a hug. Except there wasn't anyone. His hand cut through the air and fell on the cold mattress. Lan Wangji blinked his eyes open.
Any remaining sleepiness immediately dispersed at the lack of his boyfriend by his side and he sat up on the empty bed. It wasn't a big deal that Jiang Cheng wasn't still sleeping beside him. Although Lan Wangji, with his strict schedule, usually was the one to wake up first and get his morning cuddles and kisses. He was only a tad displeased.
A pout formed at the corner of his mouth that he was sure if Jiang Cheng were to see, would ridicule him for it. But he would then follow that up with one of those fond laughs as if he was questioning why he loved Lan Wangji and a kiss. Lan Wangji would not be able to stay mad at him then.
Stretching his limbs, he rose from the bed and padded out of the bedroom on bare feet.
When he strolled out onto the open space, he found Jiang Cheng in the kitchen. From the looks of it, he was making breakfast.
As Lan Wangji stopped beside the kitchen island, Jiang Cheng dropped the spoon in his hand. The silverware fell with a chiming clatter. He watched his boyfriend curse and bend over to pick it up, wearing one of his shirts that hung on him a little loose along the shoulders.
With the movement, the shirt rode up his back, revealing the creamy thighs and round buttocks peeking from underneath the hem. Bare.
The sight went straight to his dick. His cock throbbed inside his sweatpants. The morning wood that he had been ignoring till now announced its presence with renewed vigour. Lan Wangji stared, swallowing the dryness in his throat.
Jiang Cheng straightened up then and noticed Lan Wangji’s presence. He turned his face and offered up a soft, wrinkly-eyed smile the sight of which melted Lan Wangji’s heart. He wanted to go up and kiss him silly, with the stink of morning breath and all.
Before he could sprint into action though, Jiang Cheng’s gaze slipped downwards and found the bulge in his crotch. The smile was replaced with surprise and then the corner of his mouth curved up again, this time forming a smirk.
Lan Wangji barely registered himself moving before he was across the room and kissing his boyfriend with enthusiastic passion. His left arm slipped under Jiang Cheng’s shirt while the other one sank into the soft black hair at the nape of his neck.
A startled moan poured out into the kiss as Lan Wangji yanked him closer, rutting up against him. With the shirt riding up further because of his forearm shove below, only Lan Wangji’s sweats worked as a barrier preventing skin on skin contact. But that too would be gone soon.
Jiang Cheng recovered from the surprise attack and went on the offensive. He reached for the waistband of the sweatpants and pulled on it to get the offending piece of clothing off. With the garment barely down the thighs, he grabbed the thick hardness in his soft grip. Lan Wangji’s hips stuttered and he bit into jiang cheng’s plush lips, drawing a whine out of him.
Giving the twitching cock a light squeeze just under the bulbous head, Jiang Cheng raised his other arm and pushed at Lan Wangji’s chest until he leaned back, breaking off the kiss. Then he turned around and bent himself over the countertop. One arm splayed over the cold surface while the other grasped the edge of the marble. He looked over his shoulder and gave Lan Wangji a half-lidded look from under his thick eyelashes.
“Hurry up.” His usually sharp voice had a soft nasal note to it because of the early morning. It almost sounded seductive to the ears whether it was meant to be or not.
His lips quirked up as he shimmied out of his sweatpants, kicking off the garment to the side. With one hand he stroked himself while the other grabbed Jiang Cheng’s plush buttocks. Squeezing the soft mounds a few times, he canted his hips and brushed the underside of his cock along the crack. Oozing precum smeared across the tan skin, glistening along the shadows.
Feet firmly planted on the ground, Lan Wangji took stance. He pushed those toned thighs apart and positioned his erection between the gap. Grabbing the base of his cock, he directed the tip to push against the pulsating cunt. Jiang Cheng jolted under him, and the next moment, a rush of sticky fluid gushed out.
The sight was too much. Lan Wangji bucked, shoving the entire length down to the hilt in one go. Both of them groaned as he breached past the opening and eased inside.
Jiang Cheng was still quite relaxed from the previous night’s activities and he soon adjusted to the girth. Seeing as how he was clenching and unclenching around him, Lan Wangji began to move.
He set off a hurried pace. Reaching in sharp and deep. Jiang Cheng keened and trembled under him, his cocklet drooling a steady stream of precum onto the floor. Lan Wangji leaned over and draped himself along his back, nibbling soft meat of Jiang Cheng’s earlobe. His hips snapped in and out with rapid succession.
It only took a handful of thrusts for Jiang Cheng to contract around him and reach his peak with a high whine. White stripes of cum splattered all over the tiled floor and varnished cabinets. Lan Wangji slowed down his thrusts, letting him time to ride out the bliss and then he readjusted his stance and began pounding with wild abandon. His hands gripped onto the narrow waist with bruising strength, holding him in place as he chased his release. He jackrabbited into the warm and loose hole a good dozen times before he too toppled over the edge.
His balls drew up and his hips stuttered to a still. He buried himself deep inside Jiang Cheng and shot his load.
Hot ropes of cum pulsed out, coating the inside with a sticky mess. Jiang Cheng fluttered his walls around the length, squeezing the erection until it began to soften, milked out of every last drop of cum. Once he finished, his head dropped on Jiang Cheng’s back with a thunk, panting harshly against the heated skin. Jiang Cheng shivered at the feel of the warm breath.
After some time, he forced his lax muscles to haul himself up and pull out. A rickle of cum dribbled out. Lan Wangji watched it drip before taking a thumb and pushing the line of cum back inside. On the edge of being oversensitive, Jiang Cheng let out a whine.
Lan Wangji lifted his gaze, lids heavy and the pale gold turned a darker shade appearing like a pool of stagnant water. Jiang Cheng glanced back at him, the upper half of his body sprawled against the countertop in a heap of bones and meat. A satisfied flush to his cheeks. Their eyes met and he smiled, soft and sated.
“Good morning.”
Lan Wangji found himself smiling back, just as soft and probably just as fulfilled. Or maybe not. He could go for a couple more rounds. He leaned down and placed a noisy kiss against the plush bitten-red lips. “Morning, baobei.”