Sima Shi -Ziyuan
Wen Yang- Ciqian
How did it come to this? How could he have let this happened? Them wisping away, just to get 15 minutes of privacy, them breaking rules just to meet up with each other, them keeping secrets from others. How did this escalate so quickly? Sima Shi shouldn't have been doing this, but it was what he loved, it who he loved. He couldn't deny the multiple accounts that he had snuck into his dorm, or the multiple occasion where he's had to wear scarves to hide the evidence. It was all worth it in the end to him. To have him at his beck-n-call, to have him by his side, to have him on knees. It was all so vigorous, so thrilling, yet it still raises the question?
How did it escalate so quickly?
Maybe it was because Wen Yang was so loveable, due to his willingness and dedication. He was always there, never skipped a beat. Maybe it was because of how addictive he was, due to his perfection. Maybe it was everything about him, that made the whole ordeal nail-biting. Either way, it struck Sima Shi in such a way that he couldn't get enough of it. From the look in his eyes to his voice, his strength, everything, it was so addictive.
"Ziyuan," He murmured on Sima Shi's neck, making him cut his thought process.
"My love," he simply replied back, hand slowly dragging up from the bare back to his chin.
"Are you okay?" Wen Yang continued forth, between sweet soft kisses up and down Sima Shi's necks.
"Yeah, I was just…..," Sima Shi began before trailing off. Wen Yang looked up at Sima Shi with slight confusion, Sima Shi looked back and slightly smiled. Sima Shi continued to close in the space, placing a deep kiss on Wen Yang's lips, the boy immediately opening up to give him better access. Quickly separating afterwards, Sima Shi couldn't help but to smirk at the blue eyed boy.
"You taste so bitter-sweet,"
"You mean you taste so bitter-sweet'," Wen Yang corrected, making Sima Shi raise his brows with a grin. Wen Yang smiled back as a reply, as his fingers made soft circles into Sima Shi's hips, which Sima Shi found quite soothing. Wen Yang began to leave a trail of butterfly kisses, from shoulder to shoulder, as Sima Shi combed back his hair, watching as tiny strands rebelled against the direction. It was all too perfect.
Wen Yang continued on, his kisses turning to nips and nibbles. Sima Shi gasped, firming his grip on Wen Yang's hair. Making his way up to Sima Shi's chin, a somewhat displeased look on his face.
"Are you thinking about something, my love," he asked, the sound of care in his voice.
"I…" Sima Shi began trailing off once again, as his lips grazed Wen Yang's, with the boy showing no signs of moving.
His fingers brushed through Sima Shi's hair, giving a reassuring smile.
"We don't have to talk if you don't want to-"
"-No! I-I want… I want to," Sima Shi insisted, clutching onto Wen Yang. Wen Yang began to wiggle in the bed to position himself in proper position to listen to his beloved, exposing more of their bare skin.
"I'm here for you, Ziyuan," Wen Yang softly began, settling between his thighs.
"We can talk all day if you want."
"Do I…Does it feel like I use you?"
Wen Yang remained giving eye-contact with Sima Shi before replying with a calm smirk.
"What do you mean, Ziyuan,"
"You know I love you right, Ciqian,"
"Yes, of course," Wen Yang answered, thumbs messaging Sima Shi's temples.
"You know why we keep this a secret,"
"Because of our parents,"
"I just want you to know that I love you, Ciqian,"
"I love you too, Ziyuan," Wen Yang insisted calmly, reassurance in his voice as smiled at Sima Shi.
"There's no need for you to be worried, Ziyuan,"
"I know, I just want you to know that I believe you deserve more,"
"I have you, my love, what else do I need?"
Sima Shi smiled back, heart fill with happiness at the humbleness of his lover, taking Wen Yang by the chin.
"Shall I enlighten you?" He asked, making Wen Yang lick his lips in earnest.
"Yes, please."
