Okay here's your next chapter! This will probably be the last, unless I feel absolutely compelled to continue it. Again, I appreciate each and every one of everyone's input. Thanks!
WARNING: This does contain mature content. If you'd prefer not to see that, please don't read.
As Yao pushed the door to his room open, I felt that apprehension, but it was quickly dissipated by Yao slamming his mouth back into mine, sexual frustration evident in his passion. Yao pushed me onto the door, effectively shutting it, and placed his hands on my hips, subtly grinding into me. To an onlooker, the sight might have been a little strange, seeing as the small, lithe Chinese man was pinning a large Russian man on a door and making small moans fall from said Russian. And honestly, at the moment, I really didn't give a fuck. My mouth was uncontrollable, as moans continued to fall out of my mouth unabashedly, albeit, a bit abashedly, and Yao continued to tongue fuck my mouth until I pulled back, gasping for much need air.
"Y-Yao..." I murmured, "Please." I hid my head in his shoulder, my face probably turning a bright red. Yao himself huffed beside my ear, but froze when he heard my plea. And all of a sudden, I was seated at the edge of Yao's bed, said man in between my legs. The sight itself made me groan in desire, still not comprehending just how quickly we managed to move across his room. Yao sat forward on his knees, leaning forward to nuzzle the growing bulge in my jeans. I moaned again, louder this time, and watched as Yao drank in my reactions, enjoying seeing me aroused.
"Mm, Ivan..." He said, voice low and sensual, "Have I told you how much I love seeing you like this?"
I quietly whimpered, trying to stifle the mortifying noises I'd been making. "Yes, I think you have..." I said, still embarrassed by his words.
Yao nuzzled the bulge again, mouthing over the denim and causing me to moan, looking for that certain friction. "Hm, then I suppose I'll tell you again, because damn do you look good, making those pretty noises for me." He said, not an ounce of shame in him.
I hadn't realized just how much Yao like to dirty talk, and that I also really liked it up until that moment because I groaned loudly at his words, my pants growing tighter and tighter. "P-please…" I begged again, wanting that release so badly, teasing be damned.
Yao finally, finally, reached up to unzip my pants and I impatiently waited for him to slowly zip it down. Through my boxers, a visible wet spot had formed from the precum soaking through, and my cock was clearly straining against the fabric. I looked in another direction, a bit embarrassed of the state Yao was able to put me in, just from kissing and fondling. But Yao paid no attention as he pulled my pants down the rest of the way, discarding them in another place on the floor. I sat back, biting my lip. I felt extremely vulnerable, having my shirt already being taken off, and leaving me only in my underwear. And yet, Yao had yet to shed any one of his articles of clothing.
I didn't have time to think about it because then Yao was on me again, kissing the straining fabric withholding my arousal from springing free. I pinched my lips together to muffle a loud groan and refrained from bucking up into those pink lips. I felt his small fingers dip into the hem of my boxers, but before he moved to pull them down, he up at me with a concerned expression, and asked, "This is okay?"
With those pretty eyes, and the promise of what to come, did he really expect me to say no? But the thoughtfulness of his question nonetheless made me smile crookedly and reach my hand around to cup his face. "Of course." I said.
He smiled back at me, but it changed into more of a smirk as he slowly pulled my underwear down, finally allowing my achingly hard cock to spring free. The first thing he did was gape at it. After all this was the first time we'd seen each other's arousals, but did he have to be so shocked? A fog of awkward silence fell over us, and I squirmed uncomfortably.
Finally, Yao broke the silence. "It's so big..." He murmured, and I felt my face heat up impossibly more. But before I could say anything in return, he reached up the grab the base, giving it a few testing jerks. My head flew back, an extremely loud moan leaving my mouth. That seemed to excite Yao, as he gave it another few slow strokes and set up a stable pace. Pleasured sounds and pants flowed freely from me, my hips moving erratically to Yao's hand movements. I felt a warmth growing inside me, building up as Yao continued his ministrations, but suddenly Yao stopped, and I let out a pitiful whine, right on the brink of orgasm.
"Yao..." I moaned out, and looked down at Yao to find him with a questioning look on his face.
"May I?" He asked, and my brows furrowed, not comprehending what he was implying.
"What?"
He let out a small puff of frustration. "Ivan, can I suck your dick?"
I spluttered embarrassedly, my face the colour of a tomato. I wished he wasn't so blunt about it. But I still wanted it. "Y-yes, please."
A small smirk cross Yao's face, victory showing. He brought his face close to my throbbing cock and gently nudged it with his nose. I turned my head away, trying to look away, but my eyes betrayed me by staying on Yao's lewd face. He hovered over the tip, blowing cool air over it, wringing yet another whine from me, urging him to just fucking do it. He smirked again, and wrapped his lips around the head, sucking hard. I let out a wanton moan, feeling his tongue lick up the sticky precum and delve into the tip. And just as he was going down, further and further, I felt that familiar sensation of warmth spread through me.
I gripped his hair as gently as I could in the state I was in, and choked out, "Y-Yao… 'm gonna- ah… gonna cum-" I closed my eyes, riding on that edge, and I felt Yao pull off, but before I could complain, he was jerking me again, at a pace much faster than before, and finally I reached it.
My senses numbed as orgasm washed over me, my sight filling with stars. When it was over, I hunched forward, my chest heaving. When I finally looked up, Yao was looking at me, his eyes searching for some reaction, and all over his face and chest was my seed.
"O-oh! I'm so sorry, um… Do you have- Where are the tissues?" I spluttered, utterly embarrassed. Yao smiled a bit but reached around for the box of tissues that was on the bedside table. I quickly snatched a few from the box offered to me, and began cleaning the spilled seed off my poor boyfriend. "I'm so sorry..." I muttered, trying to wipe off all of the cum I could. Yao just smiled again, strangely silent. Once his face was as clean as I could make it, I looked around for my clothing, feeling a bit bare around the fully clothed man in front of me. But while I was looking about, I saw the straining bulge in Yao's tight skinny jeans. It looked horribly uncomfortable. Did he think I'm-? Am I supposed to-
"Oh." I said, ever the smart one.
Yao chuckled, rubbing my thighs soothingly. "You don't have to do everything I did, if you're not comfortable, Ivan."
I bit my lip and contemplated my options. I could 1. just give him a hand job or 2. suck him off like he had me. I quickly decided on the former, assuming I probably didn't know exactly what to do, and my embarrassment also got the better of me.
I slowly moved more towards the center of the bed and gestured for him to join me on the bed, a small plan forming in my mind. He slyly crawled onto the bed, sitting on his knees once he reached the center with me. I crossed my legs and patted my thighs, offering a seat. Yao happily complied, still eerily silent. I reminded my self to question him about that later, but for now, I was completely occupied with everything Yao.
I put my fingers in front of his zipper, and looked at him with raised eyebrows, a silent question. He nodded, a look of appreciation in his eyes. With Yao's legs securely straddling my hips, I unzipped his pants and took in the sight of his grey boxers, also straining against his arousal, and just as moist, if not more. I let a confident smile of my own surface as I cupped the hard bulge, a moan coming from Yao.
As my confidence grew, I began to rub him through the fabric, making more noises fall from Yao. Whether he was conscious of it or not, I had no idea, but Yao began to grind into my lap, and I felt my cock start to harden again. Damn this guy was hot.
I shoved his pants down further, and Yao aided me in taking them all the way off. The skin-tight boxers he was wearing fit him in all the right places, and I couldn't help but stare, especially at his rounded ass.
I wonder what it would look like if I had my-
Yao quickly snapped me out of my thoughts by rolling his hips into my lap, trying to make me focus on the current situation. Immediately, I gripped his ass, feeling the soft mounds meld in my fingers. Yao let out the loudest moan he has yet, and I knew I'd found a special spot. I groped the fatty skin, enjoying the way some of the skin would poke out between my fingers.
I felt Yao grind into my lap harder, and I quickly went to pull his underwear off, but left his shirt on, liking the way it fell over his hips. I gripped the base of his cock, outwardly appreciating the length of it. I knew my confidence was over the fucking moon, because I didn't think I'd ever been this lewd or dirty.
With the one hand jerking him off, I used the other hand the knead at his ass, grinding back into him now. My cock was now at full mast again, and I knew Yao was about to go over by the raising in pitch of his voice.
Feeling myself also get closer to edge yet again, I carefully laid Yao back onto the sheets, only stopping my ministrations for a second before continuing them and including rutting against one of his parted legs. I'll admit, I probably looked like a damn horny animal at that moment, but fuck if I didn't feel like it too. The pent up sexual frustration had been hindered for too long.
"Ivan- ah… gonna cum… ngh…" Yao managed through moans. I grunted an affirmative, coming close myself.
As Yao came, he rode against my hand, letting out high whines and cumming over both of our chests, and I followed suit, cumming on the inside of Yao's thigh. I fell forward, just bracing myself with my arms a bit to avoid crushing Yao. We both heaved, trying catching our breaths.
"Maybe… maybe I should have worn a condom..." I breathed, quickly starting to worry over the second mess I'd made on Yao.
Yao shook his head. "They… wouldn't have fit." He huffed. I looked at him, severely confused. Yao seemed to realize what he'd said as he turned a dark shade of red. "I um… bought some… but they're too small. Guessed wrong..." He muttered.
I tilted my head. He'd tried to guess my dick size? I couldn't help it, I let out a small chuckle, amused by his actions. Yao scowled and lightly pushed me, only making me laugh more. "Isn't it me who's supposed to be embarrassed?" I teased, gently running my thumb over his cheek.
His brows suddenly furrowed. "Yeah, why weren't you embarrassed?" I shrugged. "I think sex gives you confidence." He said, coming to some sort of a conclusion and smiling a bit. I just shrugged again.
He reached his arms out and pulled me down, allowing me to drape myself limply over his body. I sighed and cuddled into him contently.
"Ivan..." Yao said quietly, sounding like he was sad to say was he was about to say, "We have to get up, I'm sticky and hungry." I chuckled a bit at his hunger, but got up nonetheless, sitting back on my knees. Yao sat up on his elbows and seemingly assessed the situation. Once he got up, I silently followed him, where he led us to the bathroom. It honestly felt a little weird to walk around Yao's apartment butt naked, but it also made me feel a bit smug. I was the only one allowed to do that.
As Yao locked the door, he instructed me to turn on the water in the shower, and not to make it too hot. I complied, and when I was finished – and making sure that the water was 100% temperate – I watched Yao as he stripped his cum covered shirt and leave his body completely bare. He took the band from his hair and set it on the sink, his hair falling over his shoulders. I had the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch it, but I stifled it and let Yao get under the shower stream first, and following and shutting the curtains. We both washed each other, Yao working his adept fingers into my scalp and nearly making me fall asleep, and myself carefully scrubbing his body, not so subtly caressing a few of my favourite parts of his body. I still wasn't sure why I just got into the shower with him without even batting an eyelash, but I didn't regret it. Once we were finished in the shower, we made our way back into Yao's bedroom for myself to change into the discarded clothes and for Yao to find new ones in his dresser.
"Hey Yao?" I said, zipping my pants back up.
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
I'd said it without thinking, not really realizing what I did until I heard Yao stop what he was doing, but I made no move to take it back.
When I didn't receive an answer, I turned to Yao, not sure what to expect, and saw said man with an endearing look on his face, a warm smile gracing his features. I blushed and scratched the back of my neck, my confidence ebbing away as the steamy mood drifted away.
"I love you too." Yao said with a sure voice, and looking me in the eyes with that smile still on his lips. And he turned away, continuing with what he was doing.
Yeah.
This is everything I could ever want.
Okay well there it is! This is probably the last chapter for this story, but I had a lot of fun writing this! Thanks to everyone who followed, favourited, and/or reviewed! Don't be too upset though. I'm going to rewrite this, and hopefully it will be a lot better. Thanks!
~HomozygousBean