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"Lan Zhan is staying with friends tonight, so it's just us."

A shiver runs down Nie Mingjue's back and a grin curls over his lips. "You thought ahead."

"I decided I didn't want to run the risk of what happened over breakfast at your apartment." Lan Huan replies, in a light and easy tone that's a mismatch for the way he steps forward into Nie Mingjue's space and wraps his arms around his waist.

"Sounds like you've thought of everything."

There's a mischievous sparkle in Lan Huan's eyes as he says, "It was the least I could do, since we are here."

Nie Mingjue could give another witty remark or tease about that, but he's acutely aware that he doesn't want to be using his mouth for anything other than kissing the breath out of Lan Huan.

So, he does.

He leans in and kisses him once, a quick little thing, and twice, heavier, harder, giving only a moment before he swipes his tongue over the seam of Lan Huan's lips to get him to part them and kiss him in earnest. His hands tangle into pulled back hair, and Lan Huan's hands are alternating between gripping his waist and running over his back. There's virtually no space between them, as they press their bodies closer with every hungry kiss.

"Wait--" Lan Huan's voice is breathless, punching out the word between heady kisses. "Wait, we should go to the bedroom."

His heart staccato beats in his chest - he knew exactly why they're here, and that it is a way better thing done in the bedroom than standing in the front entrance of the apartment. There was no misunderstanding about it through the excitement in their conversations leading up to tonight and the thinly veiled innuendo over dinner. Last time they were this close they were still too tired after the reception, still too new to each other to have the nerve to peel off too many layers of clothing to really go for it. But this time their intentions were clear as day, laid bare in excited conversations to the thinly veiled innuendo over dinner. And yet, the direct request from Lan Huan's kiss-red lips still gets him weak.

"Right, yeah." he nods, "Lead the way."

It's only a few meters across the apartment to get to the bedroom, but they can't keep their hands and mouths off each other all the way to the point where the back of Lan Huan's knees are against his bed. No kiss or touch is stolen, each one is freely given and openly enjoyed, and it's impossible for Nie Mingjue not to lay it on thick with Lan Huan. With tongue and teeth he marks his feelings on Lan Huan's neck, the juncture of his clavicle, worshiping every exposed inch of him that he can reach. He works, between distracted kisses and breathy sighs, to open up the buttons of Lan Huan's shirt so he can keep kissing down to his chest.

They tip back to the bed, their arms wrapped firmly enough around each other to prevent them from falling too hard or too fast. Nie Mingjue is absorbed in the pleasurable work of getting to know Lan Huan's body, so it's not until he feels two hands pushing him up to stop.

"A moment," Lan Huan chuckles but his timbre has changed into something lower, richer, and Nie Mingjue wants to get absorbed by it, but he can't. Not when he watches Lan Huan pull the white ribbon out of his hair and long inky locks spill out, cascading down over the sheets and down his chest. It's such a simple thing but it makes Nie Mingjue's breath catch all the same.

"You're beautiful." he says it because he can't not, not when Lan Huan is wearing only a smattering of red love bites and pants with his hair everywhere.

"And you, are overdressed." Lan Huan's smile widens as his hands make quick work of Nie Mingjue's buttons, shoving the fabric away in record time. He looks down at Nie Mingjue's chest and honest to god sighs, like he's been waiting for this, making Nie Mingjue feel warm and then all too soon making his face and neck burn with embarrassment as Lan Huan grabs his pecs for a squeeze. He almost says something about it, but Lan Huan is quicker, pressing up to kiss him again like a starving man. The fervor of his kisses are only matched by the fervor of his hands, tracing the dips and rises of muscle and bone, rendering Nie Mingjue to jelly so effectively that it takes no effort for Lan Huan to flip Nie Mingjue onto his back and continue his onslaught of touches and kisses down his neck and chest.

"You know, you look like you've been carved from marble." Lan Huan murmurs against the deep v line of his hipbone, nosing at it as his hands run down Nie Mingjue's thighs, spreading them apart so he can wedge himself between them. "You're amazing."

"That's,oh--" the protest dies in his throat as Lan Huan presses the heel of his hand against his cock, rubbing it through the fabric. "A-Huan, god, let me..."

Between the two of them Nie Mingjue's pants are gone in no time, and Lan Huan takes just as much time kissing and nipping the sensitive skin of his thighs as he did his chest. Nie Mingjue shivers each time Lan Huan sinks his teeth into him and then runs his tongue over the same spot. They've only gotten this far and he's fully hard, but it's no wonder when Lan Huan is such a sight to behold when he has a high pink flush over his cheeks as he works, framed between his thighs. He groans as he keeps going, Nie Mingjue too weak to stop him even as he avoids touching his cock to keep teasing.

"A-Huan..."

"I've got you." Lan Huan punctuates it with a kiss just below his belly button, "I got you." with a lick of his lips Lan Huan shoves Nie Mingjue's boxers down, leaving him shivering, completely exposed under Lan Huan's hungry gaze. It's not what he expected, but when cut with reality none of his fantasies could compare. After all, how could really take in the beauty of Lan Huan gazing up at him from a half lidded gaze, long eyelashes prominent against his cheeks as he leans his face right up by his cock?

Nie Mingjue gasps as Lan Huan wraps his lips around the head of his cock, licking away precum before he moves his mouth along the shaft, getting him properly wet and shaking before he bobs his head down around his cock. He moans, throwing his head back from the the wet heat, and the thought that that perfect, polite mouth is now sucking him off so good he's about to lose his mind. His hands sink back into Lan Huan's hair, holding it out of his face so Nie Mingjue can see it - see when Lan Huan looks up at him, his eyes dark and eager, his mouth stretched and pink and slick with precum and spit. It's so much, almost too much, but to look away feels like a crime. Even as his chest heaves for breath he doesn't want to miss a moment of this.

"Wait, oh, oh, A-Huan, wait." his voice sounds as wrecked as he feels, which makes him so grateful when Lan Huan pulls back off his dick with a wet pop. Nie Mingjue does his best to not look at the line of spit and precum that hangs from his lips.

"What is it?" his voice is rough from exertion, and it makes Nie Mingjue's cock twitch.

"I wanna fuck you." he blurts out, unable to think of any other way to say it. His face burns with the admission, but he had to say it otherwise he would've finished in Lan Huan's mouth. "Please."

"Oh." at least Lan Huan is blushing too, more than usual as red spreads over his ears and chest. There's a moment where he pauses, eyes flicking between Nie Mingjue's face and his cock before he nods, smile flickering with nervous laughter. "Yes. Okay."

"Is it okay?" Nie Mingjue sits up to cup Lan Huan's cheek, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone. "If you don't want to do it, we won't do it."

"No, I want to." lan huan gives him a short kiss. "I want you, A-Jue."

Another shiver trips through him, and he kisses Lan Huan again, heavier, longer. "You're too good to me."

They move quickly from there, as two men do who know exactly what they want and how to get it. So it's not much later that they're both entirely undressed, a condom placed on the pillow, Lan Huan's leg hooked over Nie Mingjue's shoulder, and three well lubed fingers curling and stretching out Lan Huan's ass. Nie Mingjue holds him steady with his other hand, and can't stop whispering against Lan Huan's jawline about how gorgeous he looks like this, black hair wild on white sheets, his back perfectly arched against him, his cock hard and dripping precum.

"Please, please, I'm ready." Lan Huan's hands grab at his short hair as he begs; and it's the best noise Nie Mingjue has ever heard. He wishes he could save it somehow so he can listen to it on loop.

"Okay." Nie Mingjue kisses him as a distraction as he pulls his fingers out, licking the groan out of his mouth. He grabs blindly for the condom, ripping open the packaging and slipping it on himself before he steadies himself between Lan Huan's legs. "I've got you, A-Huan."

Nie Mingjue pushes in, and both of them gasp.

Lan Huan is well stretched, he made sure of it, but he still feels so good and tight around his cock as he pushes in bit by bit. It's made easier as Lan Huan arches his back and spreads his legs, trying to suck in all the air into his lungs as he sinks down further, further, until Nie Mingjue is in him to the hilt.

"Oh my god--"

"Holy shit, A-Huan,"

"--Move."

He doesn't need to be told twice.

Slowly at first, Nie Mingjue rocks his hips, trying not to do too much too fast. But Lan Huan has his own ideas as he cants his hips forward in time with each of Mingjue's thrusts, and before either of them know it they're fucking in earnest, the slick sounds mixing with heavy, gasping breathes and moans. It's overwhelming, as heat unfurls through his veins and pushes him onward, going hard and deep into Lan Huan. Through it Lan Huan is quiet, but his body speaks volumes for him - how flushed his cheeks and chest are, how his breath shakes from his throat, how hard his hands grasp at his shoulders and hair, and how his legs wrap around Nie Mingjue keeping him close; as if he would ever want to leave. He even bites down on his own lip when Nie Mingjue shifts the angle and that's when he knows he's got it just right.

He wants to make Lan Huan moan though. With a still sticky hand he reaches down between them, smearing his thumb through the precum building on the head of Lan Huan's cock. His whole body jolts like he was hit with a live wire, and that's more than enough for Nie Mingjue - he wraps his fist around his cock and pumps his hand in time with his thrusts, and Lan Huan shudders from head to toe, grabbing onto him tighter and tighter until soft, pleading sounds fall from his lips.

"A-Jue, A-Jue, I'm, ah..." his words dissolve into a gasp, and instead of slowing down Nie Mingjue thrusts harder, deeper, following the perfect angle that makes Lan Huan's body sing for him, enough to make Lan Huan fall apart beneath him.

It's tempting to stop, to watch the beautiful way Lan Huan comes, shaking and messy with his back arched, head thrown back, mouth open spilling gasps and punched out little noises. But he doesn't, he keeps going to hear the building keen of his voice and to watch hot, white stripes of come paint his stomach. He keeps going through his orgasm, and going, until the crackling heat building up in himself is too much to bare, leaving Nie Mingjue moaning Lan Huan's name and spilling out inside him, canting his hips until he's too soft and too tired to keep going, dropping his forehead to Lan Huan's shoulder.

They lay there like that for a while, gasping for breath and coming down from the high of sex. Nie Mingjue knows it's all okay when Lan Huan runs a hand through his hair, gently pushing him out of his shoulder and cupping his cheek.

There's a light sheen of sweat all over him, but he looks soft in the afterglow, smiling down at him, and Nie Mingjue's heart swells. He feels himself smiling wide, as he lays a chaste kiss on Lan Huan's palms.

Lan Huan hums, his ears still bright red. "I take it you enjoyed it?"

"God yes." he leans forward this time, kissing Lan Huan on the lips. "Did you?"

"I think that's obvious." Lan Huan kisses back and runs a hand over Nie Mingjue's pecs again. He's starting to realize truly how much Lan Huan has a thing for muscles. "Though... next time, if you're alright with it, I would like to be the one fucking you."

He's biting his lip, shy as he asks. It catches Nie Mingjue off guard, and yet... he thinks about it for a second, before he rolls over and picks up the lube from where it sits on the nightstand to deposit it right in his hand.

"How about now?"



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Nie Mingjue's cheek is pressed into the pillow, ass in the air with two of Lan Huan's fingers in it, curling just right to make him gasp. They're long, deft, and clever, knowing just how to move inside of Nie Mingjue to have him turn into the blushing, shivering state he's in now.

"A-Huan--" Nie Mingjue's voice is deep with desperation, his hips canting back against Lan Huan's fingers as he prays he gets the picture and decides to stop his luxurious teasing to give him what he really wants. "Fuck me already, c'mon."

He can feel Lan Huan shiver beside him, can hear the exhale of breath. "Ask nicely."

Nie Mingjue turns his face further into the pillow to swear. Of course Lan Huan would ask for something like that. He almost doesn't, just to see what he would do, but when he ends up taking the second too long for Lan Huan, he pulls out one of his fingers, leaving Nie Mingjue shaking and painfully aware how of how much more he wants to be stretched out right now.

"Please." he sighs out, knowing he's too weak, to raw for anything else.

Lan Huan presses a kiss to the back of his neck and he feels his weight shift behind him, fingers pulled out. "Thank you."

This time the movement isn't to tease, but a promise, and Nie Mingjue can't resist looking over his shoulder to watch Lan Huan slipping on a condom and rubbing more lube over his picture perfect cock. Go figure that Lan Huan would be the one person who could have a cock you could describe as pretty.

"Ready?" Lan Huan's hands run over his back before settling on his waist, waiting until Nie Mingjue nods his head in assent to thrust his cock into him. He goes slow, like he's feeling how Nie Mingjue stretches around his cock, pushing in until he bottoms out. Lan Huan presses his face against his shoulder and Nie Mingjue is shaking all the way down to his marrow.

"Oh god." Nie Mingjue breathes out, before he feels Lan Huan experimentally grind his hips, which makes Nie Mingjue moan. There's one more squeeze of hands on his hips, and then Lan Huan gives in.

For a man as refined as he is, he fucks like a monster, cock pounding into Nie Mingjue as hard as he could've only imagined in his wildest fantasies. He's left tugging at the sheets and breathing hard and uneven, only just being able to rock his hips back up into each of Lan Huan's thrusts. However, what floors him isn't the strength, but the accuracy - in just a few movements Lan Huan seems to have found just where to rub the head of his cock to leave Nie Mingjue moaning his name over and over again, cock leaking onto the sheets beneath him.

Nie Mingjue doesn't want this to end, embarrassment and shaking legs be damned. He hasn't felt like this in ages, like he's being pulled apart and forced back together, and it's so good he doesn't know what to do with himself. He's never been this loud in bed, he realizes, but the thought is gone as soon as it came when Lan Huan bares down all his weight onto Nie Minjgue until he's pressed flush against the bed. It gives him the leverage to grind his cock into the mattress, chasing release with Lan Huan as he fucks him hard until he's sure the neighbors hear him shout and swear as he comes, with Lan Huan gasping his name against his skin not too far behind.


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The next morning Nie Mingjue wakes up sore in ways he's not used to, but finds he doesn't mind it when he feels the warm weight of someone at his side.

When he opens his eyes, Lan Huan is already awake, his expression soft and nearly contemplative in the faint rays of the morning sun. The expression shifts when he notices Nie Mingjue is awake, and instead of looking distant he smiles, wide and bright like he'd been waiting for him.

"Good morning." Lan Huan kisses him, and it's all early morning slow. They definitely have morning breath, but it's the least of their worries when the world has decided to stand still, waiting for them to finish enjoying waking up to each other.


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"Oh, oh, ohh--"

Lan Huan tugs at Mingjue's hair hard, but he doesn't care, doesn't even notice the hot water of the shower running down his back. All he notices is the way Lan Huan's cock twitches as it presses against the flat of his tongue and his voice full of more and more broken moans and shaky gasps.

They were supposed to get cleaned up, but working on cleaning each other meant a lot more touching and one thing lead to another and well...

Nie Mingjue sucks his cheeks hollow around Lan Huan's cock, holding onto his thighs tight as Lan Huan makes the most lovely choked off sound and comes down his throat.


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"Isn't Lan Zhan coming back soon?"

Lan Huan squeezes his ass with one hand and pumps the other around their pressed together cocks with Nie Mingjue's help. The smile on his face tilts from it's usual peaceful angle to something positively devilish. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you're done well before that."

He does come, right there on the couch, with time to spare for cleaning up before Lan Zhan gets to the door.

( Though, given the judging look he shoots the both of them, Nie Mingjue has to wonder if he knows how much closer they could've cut it. )


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He realizes why Lan Zhan looked so judgemental when he gets home, and Nie Huaisang wolf whistles at him and points to his neck. Self consciously he puts his hand over the spot and feels the phantom pressure of Lan Huan's mouth.

"So you finally f--"

"One more word out of you and I'm throwing you the hell out."