#winyang

“Did you have fun?” Sicheng said dryly as soon as he and Yangyang walked through the front door.

“Lots of fun,” Yangyang said, a mischievous smile on his lips, “why do you ask?”

“You know why”

“I do?” Yangyang said, feigning ignorance. He knew exactly what Sicheng was talking about. He had spent the evening all over Ten, head lying on his shoulder, draped over his back, he even kissed his cheek at some point. “Oh, are you jealous, maybe?” 

Yangyang had just wanted Sicheng’s attention, and maybe get back to him a little for not having fucked him before they left for the party like Yangyang had begged him to. It had been very cruel of him to leave him needy. 

“Come here” Sicheng said, in that same serious tone he had since they had arrived that made Yangyang weak in the knees, as he tapped on his lap.

Yangyang had to stop himself from skipping all the way to where Sicheng was sitting down, but he couldn’t really hide his smile. He sat on his lap, facing him, smile growing even bigger when Sicheng grabbed him by the waist, pulling him closer. His eyes closed on their own accord, his mouth dropping open with a deep groan when his hair was tilted back by his hair.

Sicheng wasted no time attacking Yangyang’s neck, kissing it roughly after each bite, sucking on the skin until it was red before moving to another area, encouraged by the pleased noises Yangyang was making on his lap and the way he could feel him hardening in his jeans. 

“You’re so easy,” Sicheng said in Yangyang’s ear causing him to shiver in his hold, “needy brat” he continued as he tugged on Yangyang’s hair.

Yangyang moaned in response, grinding down faster on Sicheng’s cock. He loved when Sicheng got a little mean with him, a little rough, called him names. But it didn’t happen often, so Yangyang had to get creative. 

“Yes, so needy, so easy for you, just for you” Yangyang said as moans dropped from his lips, his hand sliding inside Sicheng’s jeans to touch him over his boxers. 

“Just for me” 

“Just for you” Yangyang nodded quickly, “please fuck me, please I need you…” 

Sicheng knew Yangyang probably deserved a punishment for being a brat and making him jealous but, at the moment, he wanted nothing more other than fuck him until he forgot his name. If Yangyang could sit down tomorrow then Sicheng hadn’t done a good job. He got up, holding onto the back of Yangyang’s thighs as he walked and led them both to their bedroom, Yangyang’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist and his arms around his neck. 

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Yangyang had sweat dripping down his forehead as Sicheng fucked into him at an unforgiving pace, his body sliding on the bed with every thrust. His breathing was coming out in harsh pants, loud, desperate moans falling from his lips without him even noticing. 

“Does it feel good?” Sicheng said, thrusting harder into Yangyang’s tight hole causing him to whimper. He didn’t really need to ask, the way Yangyang was moaning as he tried to fuck himself on his cock told him everything he needed to know. Still, it was nice to hear it. 

“Yes, s-so good, fuck, gē-gē please, please, more” 

Yangyang was desperate for release. He could feel the coil of pleasure turn and tighten inside him and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he was finished. 

“You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” Sicheng joked, harshly gripping onto Yangyang’s cheeks before pushing their lips together in a messy kiss. “No one can make you feel this good…”

It hadn’t been a question, not really, but the way Yangyang shook his head was so cute, Sicheng felt his heart swell. 

“No one else, no one else” Yangyang babbled, body trembling as he got closer and closer to the edge. 

“You’re mine. You belong to me” Sicheng said with a groan as he came deep inside Yangyang, some of the cum leaking out of his tight hole. 

The feeling of Sicheng’s cum inside him and the way he was leaving possessive bite marks on his neck was enough to have Yangyang cum between their bodies, completely untouched. Once Yangyang was done quivering and bucking his hips, Sicheng leaned down to kiss him slowly, much more gently than any other kiss they had shared that night, Yangyang’s cum smearing on his stomach. He pulled away, brushing Yangyang’s hair away from his forehead before kissing him again. And again. And again. 

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