Yue Fei hovers, caught up in the delight of anticipation and the nervousness of starting any of this. He’s overthinking; Wei Qing’s not thinking at all anymore, hooking his feet to drag the still-standing man into a kneel. This mixture of personalities, of impulsiveness and planning, makes them a whole greater than the sum of their chipped and incomplete parts.
Yue Fei’s knees land– one hits the mattress as planned, the other rams into the wooden baseboard in an attempt to avoid kneeing Wei Qing. Hurts like a bitch, Yue Fei doesn’t mind. He kisses Wei Qing, but not on his mouth. After all, crawling far enough forward for that requires a level of movement his left knee temporarily can’t manifest. Ah, the only thing to do is focus on what’s right in front of him, like Wei Qing’s pink nipples, which would look so much nicer sucked and bitten mauve.
Yue Fei follows his impulses.
He nips and licks and kisses, and lets all of Wei Qing’s words of praise wash away the worries that make him constantly overthink. Wants this, wants me, wants this, wants me, wants this, wants me– It’s not a plea found in any prayerbook, but Yue Fei’s never worshiped more devotedly.
“Ah, too- too much– ticklish, baby– please–” The words turn to begging and Yue Fei moves on. Moves up and down, kisses all those bits of flesh that he’d been so attracted to, even before he realized it. Kisses imaginary freckles across Wei Qing’s clavicle and down his sternum; nibbles lovingly at the soft bits of skin and fat that so gorgeously soften Wei Qing’s hips and turn his belly into the perfect pillow for sleeping against. Wei Qing always complains, always talks about becoming a proper Mr. Perfect and getting a six-pack, but Yue Fei-
Ah, Wei Qing can, should, do whatever he wishes, but privately, Yue Fei would be very sad to see this lovely softness replaced by something boring and cookie-cutter, like his own body. He loves the softness, he loves the wisps of baby hairs that peek out of Wei Qing’s waistband as the object of worship takes a more active role in his own veneration, bucking up and hitching his toes in Yue Fei’s pants, encouraging a more personal form of devotion.
Yue Fei has always been excellent at taking direction, and with Wei Qing, he finds he loves it. He wants his lover to tell him, scream to him, tremble around him exactly what he wants, needs, faster, slower, softer, harder, just there, move on, lick, kiss, swallow, beg for it-
Yue Fei’s cooperation and the release of Wei Qing’s cherry-blossomed stomach is an act of self-preservation as much as self-indulgence– a task like taking off pants is a very good break when you’re so tempted to see if you can make someone come with just such attention. When you’re tempted to see if you can do the same to yourself, just in the act of pleasing them. Yue Fei has tragically little doubt he can.
At least he has several weeks worth of experience with this. He can slide off his pants and not his underwear, tease him a bit more, maybe even convince him to mewl prettily-
Well, he could have.
If Wei Qing was wearing underwear.
Which he isn’t.
Yue Fei huffs out a laugh that’s halfway choked and takes his time neatly folding the things instead. Hovering over Wei Qing, completely bare and beautiful, folding trousers. It’s incredibly bizarre, but the power dynamic is-
Heh. If Wei Qing’s lower half can be trusted, Yue Fei is not the only one interested in delayed gratification. Yue Fei sets the infuriatingly perfectly folded pants aside and bites his lower lip. Runs a finger up Wei Qing’s leg, which is still fighting the good fight, hooked behind his knee. Licks his thumb and repeats the motion.
Yue Fei embraces the stillness of the room and the liveliness of their bodies, as he tries to ingrain this moment in the deepest parts of his mind, so that it will never disappear, not even when he dies a second time. The longer he looks, the redder Wei Qing blushes.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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It occurs to him that Yue Fei is still entirely too dressed.
He decides to help. Wei Qing uses Yue Fei as a counterbalance to pull himself up, lips landing against Yue Fei’s collarbone and hands scrambling hungrily against Yue Fei’s button and zipper and, thank Christ, he’s not wearing a fucking belt for once.
Maybe in his world, that’s the equivalent of not wearing underwear?
Wei Qing giggles at his own joke and leaves over-eager pink scratches against Yue Fei’s devastatingly powerful thighs, as he yanks both pieces of clothing down in something too desperate to be elegant. This celestial being has very base desires, but Yue Fei’s eyes never waver in their devotion. Wei Qing pulls and kisses and begs, Yue Fei complies with perfect dedication, caging Wei Qing in with his arms and sending his back back into the mattress, as he supports himself to kick free one leg and then the other.
And then-
Now this is new.
For obvious reasons of self-control and desperate attempts at building up stamina, they’ve never actually managed to be completely naked together on a bed. After all, if they had, they- almost certainly would have fucked? And they haven’t so–
Yue Fei is temporarily back in his semi-frozen state, waiting for input from Wei Qing that tells him that this new contact is good and wanted and should continue. Although Wei Qing might not know why his man has such a tendency to stop-and-start initiations, he knows it’s not disgust or regret, and just as importantly, he knows how to get Yue Fei out of his ‘stop’ state.
With lots and lots of kisses.
Kisses and soft caresses that don’t go anywhere they shouldn’t. After all, there’s plenty to appreciate, just across his arms and ribs and hips. Wei Qing uses light pressure to roll them so that they’re both on the bed and Yue Fei can return his touch. And if Yue Fei’s hips and what’s pressed lightly against him is any indication, it’s the right choice.
“So perfect-”
Wei Qing relaxes and lets his hunger out as Yue Fei’s responses get more and more excited. They feed off one another, with teeth that almost clash and fingers that grip almost too tightly and bodies that press together intensely enough that the awkwardness of it is washed away by sheer physical sensation.
“So warm-”
Wei Qing’s hands soften as they dip lower, to where their bodies are finding a natural rhythm with one another. Not to be outdone, Yue Fei takes the praise and the invitation and mirrors the movements, gliding across all those places where Wei Qing is soft where he is hard– until he finds where Wei Qing beautifully matches him.
“Ah, love it when you- just like that-”
“Do you-”
“-should we”
They are so synchronized that as soon as their lips part, their words and intentions overlap. Yue Fei taps his head against Wei Qing’s, searching for something in his eyes. Something that he must find, because he kisses his eyebrows and finds the courage to bite his ear and whisper a stunningly hoarse, “Sweetness, do you want to-?”
“Fuck. Yes.” Wei Qing wraps his hand around where Yue Fei is still softly stroking him, applying pressure and increasing the speed of the stroke, letting him feel exactly how ready he is. “Baby, all I want right now is to be loved by you.”
Oh-
Oop.
Evidently, ‘All I want to be loved by you’ is all it takes for Yue Fei to lose all his inhibitions.
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Yue Fei rolls them, kissing Wei Qing so deeply that he forgets how to breathe. He looks physically pained by the ten seconds of fumbling distance as he searches the nightstand for the lube that he’d hidden away during Wei Qing’s shower. And then it’s back to kissing and stroking, his lips and hands shifting lower and lower as his mind empties of all those endless scenes he’d studied, to be good enough at this to impress his Wei Qing.
There’s just no room in his head for anything but the taste and sight and sounds he’s currently experiencing.
He takes him in his mouth, slower than normal, trying to be smooth and suave with one hand helping set the pace while the other fiddles with the cap of the discrete bottle, spills probably way too much on the comforter and on the tips of his fingers.
Sure enough, there are some things that you can only master with adequate and repeated practice.
At least Wei Qing doesn’t notice, not with his head thrown back like that and his body being so stunningly responsive– like it was made to be worshiped like this. And maybe it was. Wei Qing certainly deserves it. Yue Fei slides himself to a kneel on the floor, so he can properly attend to his boyfriend.
Yue Fei lets saliva and lube and his own eagerness mix together and guide him towards a part of Wei Qing that he hasn’t explored, even in the weeks that they’ve been getting more and more sloppily intimate with one another. It’s easy, easier than he thought, to trace from his cock to his thigh and up his cleft–
It helps that Wei Qing is very enthusiastic in his consent, discreetly pushing up and rewarding Yue Fei while eagerly inviting him to continue. It helps more than Wei Qing knows, not just structurally, but psychologically.
There’s no shadow of past mistakes here, not with Wei Qing whining and begging him and telling him how amazing his mouth feels, how no one will ever compare to the rightness of him in that spot-
There are none of those silences that he’d once been too young to interpret.
Yue Fei still freezes, when he finally pushes a single finger in. Pauses and looks up and tries to read Wei Qing’s attitude in the lovely curve of his dick. Predictably, he gets very little information. But then Wei Qing looks down, a little furrow on his flushed face, framing his lovely dark eyes, pupils blown wide.
“Baby, don’t tease, please keep going, you feel so-” Ah, the way he manages to blush even deeper in the candlelight, looking out over the stars with that shy look on his face, Yue Fei’s finger still inside him and his mouth still around him. “-baby, please, give me more of you-”
Yue Fei lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He uses his free hand to squeeze his assent against Wei Qing’s thigh and synchronizes his movements, trying to match the cadence of his mouth with the push and pull of his hand. He ends up pulling Wei Qing’s ass just off the bed for improved access, ends up discovering the unique, joyful awkwardness of smiling with a dick in your mouth when Wei Qing responds to the sudden change in latitude with a keening giggle.
Could-
Could sex really be light and fun like this? Could laughter be okay when they both have so very many fucking hangups? There’s no prohibition against that? Really? Yue Fei pumps and bobs and only freezes every time he adds a finger, only pauses when he twists his wrist and twirls his tongue at the same time, and Wei Qing comes apart in his mouth.
And thanks him. Praises him. Begs for the chance to make him feel just as good. Begs for more.
Wei Qing doesn’t pat his head and shy away, Wei Qing doesn’t have secret regrets hidden in his eyes. Yue Fei is sure; Yue Fei grabs his wrist and pulls him up, so that he can see for himself the openness of those lust-slackened eyes. Yue Fei feels that valiant twitch in his mouth, as Wei Qing’s body and words let him know just how pleasing he finds the sight.
This isn’t like before. This is just- just them.
And there’s nothing wrong with it.
Author’s Corner:
Mom, I would like to apologize in advance if you end up reading this and the next chapter.
Anyway, there you have it. 2000 words of prep before we get to the main event in the aptly titled ‘Best Laid Plans’ on Tuesday.
I mean smut with feelings and consent is my kink sooooo
(*/ω＼) thank youuuuu 🌺
Me. Too.
(As is probably terribly evident at this point).
This could really be called: Soapboxing About Enthusiastic Consent, the Novel.
Thank you for reading and commenting <3
Laid indeed…
Badum-tisch!
This is wonderful! Thank you!
Smut and feelings are beautifully combined, which is rare and truly appreciated!
Feelings smut is my favorite smut, so I’m glad you enjoy it! There’s more tomorrow, with some silliness thrown in because I can’t help it. Really can’t at all!
Even if you can, don’t help it! 😁
Do you have a Patreon, Discord or somewhere one could show one’s appreciation with more than words?
And if you choose to publish this as a e-book I would love to buy it for repeat happy reading when the world is not fluffy!
Ah, thanks so much! And ah, I do now have a Ko-fi, although it’s brand new to being used to potentially earn donations instead of just sending them out. I will def. let you all know if we manage to ascend to epubbing, thank you so much for caring! sobbing
Beautifully portrayed. A person can have tons of experience and still not know how different it is with someone who loves them, or get comfortable enough to try things they’ve only read about.
Thank you! And yeah, I feel like sleeping around was a big part of Wei Qing’s rebellion, and because of that, his bedroom antics were more performative than genuine– it’s more vulnerable to be with someone that really sees you, because… well, if someone that you’re wearing a mask in front of doesn’t like you, you can pretend it’s the mask. But if someone who sees the real you doesn’t, then… What can you hide behind?
Luckily, they’re both into one another and trusting of one another to try, but it’s a big ask!
so so loving and sweet! You can do it Yue Fei