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dontcomeclosehetian · 7 years ago

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In response to OX’s most recent Tiashan art, I present to you,

Stay

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They had been arguing. He Tian had just come back from wherever it was he had been all this time, and suddenly he had to return. “But you just got here! You don’t call or fucking text me. You worry me, you know that?” Mo had told the other teen. “Why can’t you stay? Why can’t you tell me where you’re going?” It wasn’t that simple. He Tian couldn’t out Guan Shan in that sort of danger. The potential risk he could be exposed to– learning the awful things he had to do for the sake of them both to be free from this life.

He Tian presses the heel of his palm into his forehead, “Guan Shan,” he sighs. He can’t find the words. Then suddenly he struck in he chest. He whips his head up to see anger and frustration in Mo’s eyes– those brilliant, firey eyes.

Mo had been given countless gifts by He Tian. As if they were some form of apology for his absence. Earrings, jackets, shoes, new house appliances– all materialist garbage Mo didn’t care for. Buteir rings were a sign of He Tian’s commitment to Mo, despite not being there. The distance between them and the blscknout communication between them… the rings were supposed to be a reminder that He Tian still wanted this, wanted ‘us’. They had been together, as a couple, in secret for so long. Before graduating, things had been so simple for them. But now? Mo had never felt so alone. He and Zhan had become close friends since the dark yellow blond boy had been depressed about the disappearance of Jian Yi. But they both lacked the intimate connection with their partner. These random visits between long periods of time we’re getting the best of the redhead.

“You’re full of shit. Why’d you come back then? You’re just stringing me along.” At those words, He Tian slaps his hands on Mo, behind his head and along his jaw. And of course, Mo tries to fight him, “Don’t touch me, get the fuck off me.”

“Hey!” He Tian shouts, “Look at me.” He says in a commanding tone. Guan Shan slows his movements but looks right at He Tian– he’s not angry, otherwise those grey eyes would be blackened. Guan Shan stills, chest rising and falling to regain an even pattern again, and listens. He Tian brushes his thumb along Mo’s porcelain skin, “I…can’t tell you anything yet,” he says softly, and he sees the flash of annoyance in Mo’s furrowed expression. “But, I will. When the time is right. Okay? I swear to you.” And the way he vows to him, Mo knows he will. He just had to patient.

“How much longer He Tian…” He asks, throat caught mid swallow.

“Just another year. And I’ll be right here, I promise.” Tian answers, tightening his grip on Mo. And Guan Shan wants to protest but when those lips touch his– he surrenders and accepts everything. Guan Shan grabs He Tians forearm, his fingers pressing in deep enough to leave bruises. The touch begged He Tian to stay, but it also conveyed he understood. That he would be here when He Tian returned. They look at one another, standing there in the middle of the alley way. Guan Shan sees the slight flick of He Tian’s eyes down to his lips, his teeth just barely biting the edge of his own bottom lip, wanting more.

Mo stretches his neck out for another kiss. He needed to get as much as he could before this idiot would leave again. “Take me home.” Guan Shan sighs, his breath hot on He Tian’s mouth. Guan Shan closes his eyes, his nose rubbing the side of his lover’s face, “Take me home and make me never forget you, yeah?” He whispers. He Tian responds by dropping his arms and grabbing Mo’s hand, pulling and leading him in the direction of the busy streets to hail a cab home.

The car ride home, the boys sit close together, fingers intertwined and clutched tightly. Their palms are sweaty, but it’s the least of their worries or discomfort. The driver says nothing as they can see through the rear view mirror. Arriving at the address, He Tian leans forward to pay the driver and opens the door to exit, pulling Mo along with him. They charge past the doorman, the front counter, and hit the elevator button several times in hopes it would sense their urgency to get to their apartment.

The elevator pings and opens the door and they rush in, slapping the close doors button. As soon as they close, He Tian pulls Guan Shan in close, looking at him and smiling. He holds him, hands sliding down and kneading Mo’s perky ass. Guan Shan groans and bites his lip, “You’re a pervert.”

“You like it,” He Tian replies. “Guess that makes you a pervert too.”

Mo playfully slaps He Tian lightly, to which He Tian 'ooh~’s and steals a kiss from Mo. The redhead wraps his arms around Tian’s neck, pulling him in closer than they were. Their tongues slip into each other’s mouths, tangling and licking the rooftops of them.

The elevator stops and opens to their floor. Mo keeps He Tian’s attention with the kissing, and pushes him to walk backwards. Tian trusts his boyfriend to walk him through the hallways and to their door. And when they get there, Guan Shan slams He Tian into it, attacking his lips feverishly; grabbing him by the collar of his Adidas jacket. They hear a nearby neighbor exit their apartment to see them going at it. They don’t care. But they’re appreciative when they hear the neighbor apologize and go back inside to give them privacy. “Maybe we should go in.” Mo suggests. He Tian nods and blindly reaches for the key pad to punch in the code. With a metallic whirr and click, it unlocks and the boys can’t move fast enough to go inside. Toeing off their shoes, they tug and pull at each other’s jackets to take off, leaving a trail of clothing to their bed.

He Tian spun them around to push Guan Shan onto the bed. He goes for the pale slender neck first– kissing and nipping at it. He feels Mo push his chest up into him, as if he were asking to focus his attention there instead. So he moves down and catches a light brown nipple between his teeth, earning a sharp breathy gasp from the redhead.

Guan Shan grabbed a handful of silky black locks and tuck his chin in to look down at his chest as best as he could to see. He Tian too strains his neck to look up at His Shan through the strands on hair covering his face as he tongues the areola. Those eyes we black as night, swimming in lust. And it drive Guan Shan crazy. He could feel all his blood traveling down south, filling his member with excitement to show for through his miraculous remaining boxers.

He Tian loved seeing Guan Shan like this. He had been so shy and nervous before. One could call him a prude but, Guan Shan had wanted to take things slow. But once he got a taste of sexual relief which He Tian could deliver, he was impossible to get to fast enough. He felt a roll of hips against his own, another silent way of Momo wanting him to hurry up and get to the good part. “Impatient aren’t we?”

“It’s been almost a year. Yeah, I’m a bit impatient. Kinda allowed to be.”

Fair enough.

He Tian freed their members and he’s them together in one hand. They groaned in unison as Tian’s have began to move. Guan Shan tossed his head side to side from the pleasure he could feel eyes burning a hold through his head from being watched with joy. “You’re going nuts. When was the last time you–”

“Shut. Up.” Guan Shan gritted through his teeth. The twist of He Tian’s wrist and Guan Shan let out a cracking moan, “He Tian– fuck.” It had been so long since they were like this last. They spent hours fantasizing about the other and the things they do together in bed, the previous things they had done, and how badly they wanted it again.

Riled up for the main event, He Tian goes to the nightstand which kept and treasured the lubricant and condoms needed to initiate a good proper fuck. Seeing the next move into their current state, Mo strips off his boxers and helps He Tian take off his as he preps everything needed.

The way He Tian worked Guan Shan was a skill set– despite being gone for long periods of time, he never forgot how to approach his little fox when it came to this part. A gentle touch to his perineum, a slow slick slide to his hole, massaging it, teasing it– all to make Mo relax before pressing inside him. A minute worth of fluid wrist movements to work the digit in and out, and a second finger ajoins the first.

Muscle memory of how and when exactly to move forward comes naturally to He Tian, and still takes Mo Guan Shan by pleasant surprise. Fingers out, Tian grabs the condom wrapper, opening it up carefully not to rip the thin non-latex. He rolls it on to the base, gives himself a few strokes, and drizzles on enough lube for himself to slip in easily– what remains on He Tian’s hand is smeared over Mo’s hole.

Guan Shan licks his dry lips and swallows, eager to have and feel He Tian. He reaches for him, his hand resting on the back of He Tian’s neck. He pulls him in closer so their foreheads touch. They hold their stare, and without needing to say anything, the head of He Tian’s member is firmly pressed against Mo’s entrance. A very slight, almost unfelt nod from Guan Shan. He Tian’s watches Guan Shan eyes as he rolls his hips in slowly, the loosened ring of muslce give way and let him inside. Mo opens his mouth to gasp, but no sound comes out. His arms flex in reaction instead. He Tian sighs from pushing himself in to the hilt. Entirely penetrated, Mo feels a twitch nudge his insides, “Good?” He asks.

“Great.” He Tian replies with a smile. They kiss again and He Tian draws his hips back to start their pace. Every thrust is slow and deep; Guan Shan rocks up the bed as He Tian does it. Soft sighs of pleasure leave Mo’s lips as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back into his pillow. He can feel his boyfriend’s lips on his neck now, sucking on his wan skin to leave bright red marks of clustered clotted blood just below the surface; it was proof he existed to those who questioned his whereabouts.

“Touch me more.” Guan Shan said, whimpering after from the brush of his prostate. This request wasn’t for He Tian to stroke Mo. No– it was to literally touch him. To have his hands all over his body. Anywhere. And now. He Tian cards his slender fingers into Mo’s short hair behind his head, his palm cradling it. His other hand splayed on Guan Shan’s chest, the pads of his fingertips resting comfortable on his delicate collarbone. Mo loved being touched by He Tian. He was always touching him in some form growing up. Arm sround his shoulders, pulling him in closer to fit under the umbrella, placing his hand on the shift knob first so he coukd hold it. But he especially loved the way he grabbed him by his neck and face. It was their intimate gesture. And it made Guan Shan feel desired. And he was desired all the time by He Tian.

He Tian kept his face in the crook of Guan Shan’s neck, breathing hotly down it with his mouth open. It had been so long since they were like this. In another round, he’ll have to record new material to watch and listen to on lonely nights– it’s how he’s barely maintained his sanity and thoughts filled with Mo Guan Shan. He Tian slowly picks up the pace, exaggerating the roll in his hips and quick drag out. It makes Guan Shan’s moan crack and slap his hand next to his head on the pillow, “There.” Is all he says. He Tian pulls his face away to look at Mo’s 'love face’. His furrowed brows were pinched high instead of their usual low scowl. His eyes closed but lids in a softened expression. And his thin lips parted, closing to swallow and lick them before biting the bottom.

“Close?” He Tian asks is a wrecked raspy voice. Mo gives a curt nod, focusing on the pleasure being handed to him. “More?”

Mo cracks his eyes open to look at He Tian through his lashes, “Yeah.” He whispers. He Tian takes his hand and interlocks it with Mo’s gripping the pillow. He grabs his strong jaw and kisses him. Mo cops the did if Tian’s face to keep kissing him, and wraps his legs around his waist to deepen the connection of their bodies. The steady slap of skin grows louder, as does Mo’s cries of pleasure. “He Tian–!” A hot splatter of come hits He Tian’s chest. He snaps his hips as hard as he can to fuck Guan Shan through his orgasm as he chases his own. His climax hits him like a freight train and his vision goes white. There’s ringing in his ears as his body struggles to keep pumping into Guan Shan to milk every drop of come into the condom. A part of him wishes the barrier hadn’t existed, so he and Mo could truly be one. And…watch it drip out of him.

They’re panting, sweat at their brow, and feeling terribly weak. Mo brushes He Tian’s hair out of his face to get a proper look at him. Their eyes meet and no one says anything. The silently communicate if they other is okay, and they are. He Tian eases himself down to rest his head in Guan Shan’s chest. The redhead holds him, stroking his hair lovingly. “Y'sure I can’t make you stay?”

A light laugh leaves He Tian, “You can make me do anything.”

“…but you’ll be leaving in the morning anyway.”

“…I have no choice but to.”

“I understand.”

He Tian picks his head up and rest his knobby chin on Mo’s sternum. “I’m coming back. I always come back. And when I do, I’ll be staying.” Mo pauses his touch and looks at him.

“Tell me what I want to hear.”

He Tian smiles and props himself up on his elbows, scooting up to get closer to Guan Shan’s face. He takes his hand, holding it tightly, “I love you, Mo Guan Shan.” I’ll come back. I promise. Wait for me.

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