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“What the hell?” Xue Meng said as he slowly sat up in bed; this night, he’d been awoken by a sudden crashing wave of sensation. He grabbed the blanket and lifted it. Cool air rushed in. The contrast highlighted the warm mess that clung to him beneath the cover of his undergarments. Grimacing, he muttered to himself, again, “What the hell?”
This had never happened to him before.
Beside Xue Meng, Mei Hanxue stirred. With a yawn, he turned over. In the faint moonlight, his pale eyes slowly blinked open. Under the blanket, he reached out a comforting hand. The soft weight of it rested on Xue Meng’s thigh.
When he shuddered, Mei Hanxue asked, “Did you have another nightmare?”
“Quit it!” Xue Meng hissed as Mei Hanxue’s touch began trailing upwards, but his command came too late. This creep’s mood flipped the second his fingertips encountered the damp fabric.
“Ah?” Humor flooded Mei Hanxue’s voice. “What’s this?”
“It’s nothing!” Xue Meng twisted away, intent on getting out to clean up the mortifying mess he’d made of himself.
“Now hold on a minute!” Mei Hanxue exclaimed. His light touch became firm as he stopped the escape in its tracks. Tugging him back, Mei Hanxue probed, “That was no nightmare, was it?”
“Let go!” Xue Meng demanded.
“Do tell,” Mei Hanxue said lightly, having blinked away all his bleariness. “What did you dream about?”
“I don’t remember.” That was a poor lie, but Xue Meng couldn’t possibly say the shameful truth. Looking away, he mumbled, “I woke up like this.”
Mei Hanxue said flatly, “Uh-huh.”
Xue Meng turned back to glare. “Can I go?!”
“Nope.” Mei Hanxue’s grip didn’t loosen one bit. “I’m all ears.”
“You don’t want to know,” Xue Meng said, grasping for one last out.
“Try me.”
“It’s bad!”
Mei Hanxue grinned. “All the better.”
“I dreamt it, but that doesn’t mean I want it,” Xue Meng grumbled. “There’s no point in talking about it.”
“Yes, there is. Even if you don’t want it, which I doubt, I’ve always enjoyed a good story.”
Xue Meng muttered, “You’re the worst,” as he forlornly accepted that he’d lost this bout of argument, too, of the innumerable ones that the two had had.
Without letting go of Xue Meng’s thigh, Mei Hanxue plopped his head back down on his pillow and watched Xue Meng expectantly. “That’s me, the worst.”
•••
“Well, I’ll be. Naughty, naughty. I can’t say I expected that,” Mei Hanxue said, chock full of glee that made Xue Meng’s cheeks heat aggressively. “Do you really want to fuck me?”
Xue Meng flinched. Most times no, but occasionally… I’m curious… Incapable of summoning another word, he kept that thought to himself. He couldn’t believe he’d had the gumption to speak, however stutteringly, that dream aloud. Recounting it had absolutely affected him.
Mei Hanxue’s eyes narrowed, and a mischievous smile spread. His teasing hand crept upwards towards Xue Meng’s crotch, where he was sensitive and growing hard. “You do. How you’ve grown, Mengmeng, how you’ve grown.”
Xue Meng’s fingers deeply sank into the bedding. His next inhalation was ragged and shallow as Mei Hanxue traced his clothed cock, brushing his fingers along its length.
Voice quavering, Xue Meng said, “It’s the middle of the night.”
“We’ve got nowhere to be in the morning, so why not?” Mei Hanxue tempted, speaking slowly as he slipped his hand inside Xue Meng’s underwear.
Why not? Why, because Xue Meng knew zilch when it came to such techniques, though he ought to, considering how often Mei Hanxue expertly had his way with Xue Meng—beds, floors, chairs, walls, inside, outside, there was nowhere he was safe, and already stories he could never tell.
Mei Hanxue pulled him out and leisurely jerked Xue Meng until he was fully hard and trembling. When his breathing grew heavy, his muscles tense, Mei Hanxue came to a halt. Ever-teasing, he implored, “Please? We’ll keep it quick.”
Needless to say, Xue Meng expected he’d be mercilessly teased, and the topic firmly put to rest, not that he’d be goaded into performing. With that lack of skill at the forefront of his mind, he uttered, “It’s late, I’m tired.”
Mei Hanxue snickered at the lame excuse. Xue Meng was disappointed despite himself when that warm hand released him. The penetrating draft of Kunlun Mountain air made him shiver when Mei Hanxue tossed the blanket off them both; as this pervert always was, he was nude beneath the bedclothes.
Xue Meng swallowed as he watched Mei Hanxue roll to his front and reach for the bedside, putting himself on display. Swaths of pale skin were illuminated by the soft light filtering in through the window. Xue Meng’s eyes trailed down, down, down, from Mei Hanxue’s sleep-ruffled hair, along his muscled back, to the small swell of a lean, firm backside. Truthfully, this was an angle Xue Meng hadn’t often seen him from. He would remember.
“That’s no problem, as you’re energetic where it matters, and I’m quite awake,” Mei Hanxue said brightly as he grabbed a familiar vial. He rolled back, lying on his side, facing away from Xue Meng. He went on to say, "You’ve made me curious now, so I’ll have to make do.”
Xue Meng’s subconscious raised the alert when he heard the pop of the cork. Was Mei Hanxue going to reach for him, instead? He didn’t. Curious, Xue Meng leaned over to see past Mei Hanxue’s body, viewing what he was doing out of sight. Looking down, Xue Meng’s eyes became glued to Mei Hanxue’s hands as he tipped the small vial, letting oil spill into his palm.
Bewildered, Xue Meng asked tentatively, “With what?”
Putting the vial down where he’d picked it up, Mei Hanxue carefully sealed it with one hand. With agonizing slowness, he drew his top leg up. Shocked, Xue Meng shot ramrod straight, but continued to observe him closely. He became increasingly fidgety as he watched Mei Hanxue bend his knee towards his chest. Soon, a place Xue Meng had never seen was visible.
Mei Hanxue laughed to himself as he reached back behind himself; in no time, his hand blocked Xue Meng’s view of his tight, twitching hole.
Sweat began to bead on Xue Meng’s forehead. Although he’d developed an idea of what Mei Hanxue might mean, he weakly repeated, “…With what?”
A gasp rang out as Mei Hanxue began pushing a slick finger into himself. He stopped two knuckles in. “With you, ‘tired’ or not,” he said. Without a single ounce of shame, he pushed further, huffing, “I’ve got this.”
Xue Meng’s attention was held in a chokehold by the sight of Mei Hanxue withdrawing his finger. Smoothly changing position, he settled on his back once more. There was no attempt at modesty; long legs spread wide before bending slightly at the knees. Mesmerized, Xue Meng’s throat became bone-dry as Mei Hanxue planted his heels deep in the mattress. Anchored in place, he raised his hips in the air. When he next spoke, that mesmerized pair of eyes snapped to his face.
“Watch,” Mei Hanxue said, smirking. “I’ve never touched myself here.”
Xue Meng thanked the low light for obscuring his excited flushing—he’d never entertained the thought of watching such obscenity—as he nodded wordlessly.
Beside him, Xue Meng’s view was partially cut off; the wall of his tilted hips hid Mei Hanxue’s brazen self-exposure. His next move was plunged into shadow, as he tucked his fingers out of sight between firm thighs. When he began to tremble, Xue Meng’s eyes were drawn downwards, where his abs were taut and quivering. Mei Hanxue’s back arched slightly; as his body wound tighter, he brought his other hand up to loosely pump his length. His hips twitched and stuttered as he milked himself. Up, down, up, down, until thin fluid began to drip from his cock, trailing up his torso towards his chest. Seemingly caught up in his performance, Mei Hanxue’s breath hitched, and the near-deafening sounds of slick, rhythmic, hidden movement doubled in intensity. The noise of his yielding filled their silence.
Speaking through the effort, Mei Hanxue choked, “This is for you.”
Xue Meng swallowed hard as he looked at Mei Hanxue’s face again, his attention interrupted by the statement. As he took in Mei Hanxue’s expression, that of a man lost in pleasure, he nervously acknowledged, “Okay…”
Mei Hanxue’s eyes were half-closed. He bit his lip as he stared fixedly up the slope of his body to watch himself stroke his weeping cock. Possessed to contribute somehow, Xue Meng turned, reaching down to the pillow to cradle Mei Hanxue’s face in both hands. When he leaned down, Mei Hanxue’s mouth fell open slightly. His fluttering eyelashes tickled Xue Meng’s cheeks as he slanted his face downwards, pressing their lips together. The response he got back was a hot, insistent tongue parting the seam of his lips, inviting him deeper.
Following through, Xue Meng dove straight in. He was confident now, at least with this. At this point, he knew the contours of Mei Hanxue’s mouth by heart.
Below, the sounds of self-pleasure began to slow, losing their frantic drive. Every act came to a stop. Mei Hanxue had abandoned his hands. While lingering in the kiss, his hips sank to the mattress. His ragged breathing was edged with frustration as he denied himself the finish he’d been so obviously close to.
The new silence rang loud.
Breaking the kiss, Mei Hanxue panted, “You have to take those off now.”
“Those?” Xue Meng questioned anxiously. His mind spun. Finally, what Mei Hanxue referred to occurred to him.
He scooted down the bed, lying on his back as he scrambled to kick off his undergarments, tossing them away. Abruptly, he let out an embarrassing yelp. He hadn’t gotten a chance to move even an inch before Mei Hanxue loomed, tall, bracing a hand on Xue Meng’s shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. Mei Hanxue’s weight pinned Xue Meng as he settled in, a knee on either side of Xue Meng’s hips.
“W-what’re you doing?! You’re fucking heavy!”
Mei Hanxue smiled coyly. After a moment, he responded breathlessly, “I’m making do. With you.”
“What you’re doing,” Xue Meng smacked Mei Hanxue’s thighs, “is crushing me!”
Offering some reprieve, Mei Hanxue rose slightly. Then, he reached down between them. He found Xue Meng’s cock, holding him firmly. “There are worse ways to go,” he purred as he smoothed his oil-slick hand along Xue Meng’s length. His hair slipped, falling over his shoulder while he lowered his chest. Xue Meng took a shaky breath and turned his eyes to where both of them focused intently on the place they would align.
Xue Meng couldn’t respond to Mei Hanxue’s garbage line—he, of all people, was well aware there were worse ways to die!—for the air was stolen from his lungs when, with little fanfare, Mei Hanxue sank back. His complaints as crushed as he, Xue Meng gasped when Mei Hanxue’s soft, prepared entrance gave way, immersing him in spasming, vice-like heat.
Mei Hanxue threw his head back, displaying his throat. It bobbed as he remained still, frozen in place. In the midst of whatever he was feeling, he let out a hoarse laugh. Chest heaving against Xue Meng’s, Mei Hanxue said, “Credit where it’s due, Mengmeng… Ah, you truly make this look easy. I was impatient.”
“Is it… are you okay?!” Xue Meng asked into the crook of Mei Hanxue’s neck, his own body trembling as he gripped the underside of Mei Hanxue’s thighs, holding them steady.
Following a short moment of relaxation, Mei Hanxue came back to himself. While his height kept Xue Meng from properly seeing his face, there was renewed humor in his voice when he murmured, “Yes, yes, I’m doing just fine.”
Xue Meng’s eyes widened when he felt the upward drag of canting hips. Temptation whispered in his ear, dripping with lazy amusement: “We’re making it quick, yeah?”
Mei Hanxue rolled his hips experimentally. Struck by the sudden sensation, Xue Meng squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in the crook of Mei Hanxue’s neck; he tried to hide a whimper behind mouthing at the sensitive skin there, but failed. Above him, Mei Hanxue took a heavy, shuddering breath as he set the pace they would follow. He rose and fell. Each time he’d fall, Xue Meng would feel and hear the smack of Mei Hanxue’s cock against their damp stomachs, sticky from the dripping fluid of his arousal.
A tell-tale stiffness was building throughout Xue Meng’s sweaty body, which begged him for relief. Near as he was, he couldn’t bear to come first. Mei Hanxue had been so close before that Xue Meng knew, just knew, that he could get him off in an instant if he could get a good grip on him. Xue Meng released one of Mei Hanxue’s thighs from his squeezing hold and shoved his hand into the tight space between their stomachs. Carefully, Xue Meng grabbed Mei Hanxue’s cock, wrapping his fingers around it. As he’d guessed, this was the point of no return. His strokes met Mei Hanxue’s rhythm. When Mei Hanxue’s movement stalled, Xue Meng tightened his grip, pumping relentlessly.
Mei Hanxue dropped to his elbows on the pillow, one on either side of Xue Meng’s head. “Move,” he groaned. His breathing fractured when Xue Meng did as told, clumsily thrusting upwards.
Cum flooded Xue Meng’s fingers.
There was no need to hold off. The intensity of Mei Hanxue’s orgasm, a forceful squeeze unlike anything Xue Meng had felt, brought him right along. He continued to thrust shallowly through aftershocks, coming inside with a muffled moan.
After some time, Mei Hanxue propped himself up on trembling limbs. He rolled off and over, plopping himself beside Xue Meng. They lay together, breathing heavily as they both stared at the ceiling, considering what they’d done.
Mei Hanxue breathed, “Mengmeng, never compare yourself to me, all right?”
“What do you mean?” Xue Meng croaked.
“You aren’t lacking.”
“Huh?”
Mei Hanxue turned his head to look Xue Meng in the eyes, and Xue Meng did likewise.
“I hurt,” Mei Hanxue said simply.
Xue Meng blinked, then flushed hot. He flipped over, facing the other direction. “You get it,” he mumbled, smiling to himself.
“I do, I do.”