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“I don’t like being touched, okay Lu Guang? So would you stop trying already!”
It was a bold and inaccurate statement, but you said it anyway.
It came from a difficult talk with Lu Guang over why you’d been constantly rejecting all of his physical advances that had eventually spiralled into sensitive territory. You had both been at the photo studio together with some time alone before your plans to head out and see friends. Naturally, Lu Guang had hoped you two could fool around even if only a little. You were dating. You were supposed to be doing sexual things together. But you weren’t, you never let him. With the conversation having turned into a fight, the frustration and hurt from the unexplained rejections had finally crossed a line for him.
Running out of trust, Lu Guang bluntly asked, “Do you even want to be with me?”
“I already told you, I do! I do!” It wasn’t even a question for you.
“Then why would you say that?!”
“Because-, it’s hard!”
“How does that make any sense?” he asks bitterly. “You used to be hanging off of me all the time, and now me touching you is too difficult?!”
He watches as your face pulls down in shame, unable to respond and refusing to make eye contact. He can tell from his own clenched teeth that the both of you are far too emotionally charged right now. If there was a misunderstanding, then this wasn’t going to solve it. Giving up on anything happening, he takes a deep breath before turning towards the door
“Let’s not talk about this now. We’re going to be late,” he said despite knowing there was plenty of time. Heading towards the door he mumbles an apology, “And I’m sorry for yelling at you.”
He tries to clear his head and let things go but before he gets too far, you reach out suddenly to stop him.
“Wait!” you beg while grabbing on tightly to his sleeve. He stops for you, turning his head with a sad look on his face. In a fragile voice you call for him, “Lu Guang,” and his heart skips a beat.
Before he knows it, his arms have wrapped around you as he pulls you close against him. The two of you stand in the middle of the photo studio’s living room and you bury your face against his chest. His heart’s unsteady as he can hear your slow, stressed breaths, and a hand of his finds its way to your hair.
“Lets not fight,” he comforts you.
His hand strokes your head attentively, affectionately. You feel a soft kiss against your temple with his arms wrapped safely around you. And to him, this all feels right. Moments like these just made sense, which made the whole issue more confusing for him.
His calm and close touches tug at your heart strings, knowing these exchanges can’t be pleasant for him either. You don’t want this stupid issue to keep hurting him and you’re sick of it. So before it can be swept under the rug again, you hug him tightly and respond.
“No.”
You can feel his body immediately tense against you with unease. Before he can respond, you suddenly slide out of his arms and down his body. He tries to catch you before you touch the ground, but you intentionally slip out of his supporting grip. Landing on your knees in front of him, you purposely throw your face against his hip with your hands clinging to his waist. There’s a pause between you two as he stares down, trying to piece together what’s happening, what’s going through your mind.
“I don’t like being touched!” You yell it again against him as your fists clench in his shirt and he quivers. But still, that’s all you can manage to say.
Where words fail you, your desperate hands try to express your feelings instead. Releasing his clothes, they now rub against his body, against the grooves and contours of his muscled stomach. Your fingers flip up his shirt and start massaging his firm flesh while you breathe heavily, face still buried against his crotch with your actions stoking a familiar heat in him.
Your thumbs find their way to his hip divots, and they start rubbing and slipping against the guidelines down to his pelvis. Trailing along his skin, your hands are quickly stopped by the belt of his trousers which you now grasp at instead. So close to what you want, and he’s not stopping you from touching him. You’re too shaken with adrenaline to notice the subtle stirring of his body in his pants by your face. All you can focus on is the trembling of your fingers around his waistband and against his skin. Before you know it, they’ve edged their way towards his buckle, and are sliding his belt tail out of its loop. They’re moving on their own as you watch. And that’s when you finally hear from Lu Guang a long, deep inhale.
The whistling is so sudden in your ears that you freeze, before slowly looking up at the man you’re on your knees for.
Your eyes are greeted by a breathless Lu Guang. His pale cheeks are dusted in a rare red as he pouts in embarrassment with eyes too shy to look down at you directly. You notice how delicate he seems as his arms tremble by his sides, hands clenched in nervousness and paralysed fists like yours once were. You see the grip of uncertainty on him as your gaze overwhelms him further, and he hides his mouth behind his knuckles. Even like this, he still looks so perfect. The vulnerability about him loosen your lips as the words find you this time.
“Lu Guang,-” it comes out no louder than a whisper, “-I don’t want you focusing on me so much all the time, I really hate it.”
You see his hazy eyes clear up a little as he silently listens.
“Lu Guang, I just-,” you swallow back the last of your nerves before your voice quakes out, “-I want to suck you off.”
The way his whole body swells as he sucks in an even deeper breath feels so good to see. The way what’s left visible of his face scrunches up in tension as his eyes glint down at you is lovely. And the eventual drop of his shoulders as his body relaxes, the flexing of the muscles beneath your fingertips, is equally relieving to watch. Biting your lip at the sight, it pushes you to be bold enough and a little more honest.
“I want to suck you off, and then for us to-,” you hide your face back against his hip again, “-to fuck like animals.”
You think you hear him choke before his eyes squeeze shut. You peak up and see as his beautiful face fills with red while his chest rises and falls in rapid short, audible breaths. From behind his hand, you eventually hear him manage to mumble something under his breath.
“That’d be nice,-” his lungs start to stutter as he forces himself to look you in the eyes, “-I’d like that.”
The shy way he’s taken with you sends a thrill deep into your gut. Looking up at him in that state, and you can’t help but smile at his encouragement.
“Then,-” you catch his attention playfully, “-do you think we could move this to the wall.”
Hazy grey eyes surrounded by red need a moment to process what you’ve just said.
“But,-” he starts, “-doesn’t it make more sense to be lying? Or sitting?”
“Maybe it does. But that’s not what I want to do to you right now.”
“… Oh.”
Lu Guang doesn’t know what the means or how this is finally happening, but he knows he’s liking it a lot and doesn’t want it to stop. The lusty look on your face that he’s wanted to see for so long puts another round of heat pulsing through him.
You grin up at him while teasing, “You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, of course not!” he splutters.
“Then-,” your fingers push into him, “-back up.”
His hands carefully grab onto you as he begins tripping over himself backwards, quickly hitting the wall while safely taking you along with him. You can’t help but giggle at his eagerness until his hands start fumbling at his half-fastened belt.
“Wait,” you say and he freezes for you.
He stares into your lidded eyes looking up at him, waiting for you to speak. But instead, your hands slide towards his, over his arms, and prying at his palms before pulling them away from his front buckle. Gently putting his hands against the wall, you stroke them while telling him softly, “No.”
Your smiling face has him pinned as he swallows and nods for you. Pushing himself back against the wall, he tries to not move like you told him while feeling your hands return to his body. His eyes glued to your fingers toying with his belt before tracing along the stretch of skin above his waist band. It distracted him from your other hand that gives him a sudden sensation pushing directly up his inner thigh. Your fingers aren’t too shy, brazenly grazing his pelvis. It makes him jolt before noticing the way they slowly stroke upwards, purposely taking their time to feel the tent in his pants made by his ever hardening erection.
Sucking in an inaudible breath, he can’t help but grind his hips carefully against your fingers, desperate for things to escalate already.
It’s not subtle.
“Do you want something?”
He bites his lip in embarrassment when you call him out, and reddens more as you giggle at him again. His heart hammers in his chest while his hands twitch by his sides and press against the wall. All he can manage is to push himself back again in an attempt to still the rest of his body as he successfully stops his hips.
“Pfft-. Okay, okay! I get it. I didn’t mean to tell you off!” You laugh before looking back up at him, “I just wanted to enjoy every bit of you.”
Air is dragged through him as your words take a hold on him. He’s not fully aware of you finally undoing his belt and trouser buttons, leaving one layer of clothing away from pleasure. When he does realise this, anxiety hits him from the fact that the first time you’ll see him naked will be so visually close.
“Wait,” it comes out in a pitch higher than normal.
You blink cautiously up at him before grinning again. “What,-” you call softly, “-you don’t want me to strip you?”
His eyes shrink down at the overwhelming thought before he shakes his head at you, and you ease back to give him space. Heaving long breaths, his hands slowly return to his clothes. He wants this, he knows that it’ll be fine, but his fingers tremble anyway. Holding the elastic of his tight boxers, he steadies his breath and he licks his lips nervously before asking you, “Ready?”
Your fingers stroke at his legs to comfort him before humming back, “Yeah.”
Taking a deep breath and holding it, he slowly pulls down the rim of his boxers with one hand while reaching inside with the other. The motion is there only for a second before he pulls himself out, presenting you his leaking erection.
He can barely think with too many steps being taken at once. He looks at you without seeing as you stare directly at his manhood. You take in the unique sight of its hard shaft in front of you, with the slight curve covered in fading blue veins and the tip subtly shining from a wet slick. As your chest squeezes tight and your stomach flips, you let out a faint whimper seeing him like this, seeing what you’ve done to him, seeing what your lips will soon be wrapped around.
Any thoughts in Lu Guang’s mind are drowned out by his heart pounding in his ears. He can see your fingers timidly reaching to his member slowly but he’s still startled when you make contact. Your fingertips feel foreign to him on his shaft as they gently poke at it. Grazing along its silky smooth skin, he twitches a bit as you carefully wrap your fingers around his length. The way you squeeze at him curiously leads him back to the present, and he can’t help but flex his length back at you. When he sees you’re fixated by his body’s reaction, he lets out a little huff of amusement before moving his hands away and back to the wall. Leaning back again, he makes himself twitch in your hand a few more times before cheekily parroting you.
“Don’t you want something?”
You chuckle, “That’s right,” and edge yourself forward as your lips begin to part.
He feels his gut twist from your tongue touching him, trailing up his shaft. Your fingers tighten their hold around him as your wrist rocks back and forth slowly, jerking his foreskin. Pulling it back over the crown of his dick, your tongue is now free to softly swirl against his tip as he groans while you taste him. With his salty precum hitting your mouth, he shifts forward for you slightly as the gentle heat of your tongue joins the warmth of your hands on him. Peering up, you see his face tensed, his brows pulled together, and covered in an erotic blush. Almost as if sensing your stare, his eyelids flutter open. Your gazes lock as you drink in the dishevelled sight of him and the sounds of his soft pants.
Snaking your free hand to his, your fingers touch in a way that makes sparks fly between you. Shy fingers mingle together, tickling against one another in the intimacy while you kiss his body. But before he can take your hand in his, intertwining your fingers, you pull on his palm and lead him to your hair while humming.
“You taste so good.”
Pressing his hand to the back of your head, you guide him to make gentle stroking movements before pleading up at him.
“Can you please stroke me like this?” you ask him meekly. “I like it when you hold me close.”
The gentleness of your request clutches his heart. After carefully practising the motion, he asks back, “Like this?”
“Yeah,-” you whisper, feeling his fingers smoothing over your scalp, “-that feels nice.”
Your hand hovers on top of his to keep him caressing you, letting him know you don’t want him to stop as your mouth opens to take him. Grazing your tongue down the underside of his tip, your wet lips swallow him bit by bit as you start bobbing your head up and down his shaft. He shivers beneath your touch as he feels your warm mouth drenching him. You moan while working your tongue on him and pull his foreskin back.
He bites his lip while stifling any want to rut his hips into your mouth or to push your head further down. His hand almost stills while his thumb continues to caress you. Hearing the way you moan as you take him puts him at ease, helping him relax and let go as you tend to him.
With gentle licks working his shaft, you time your tongue to move counter to the direction of your head. Your lips bruise around the crown of his tip as you repeatedly drag them back and forth across the threshold. He clearly likes it from his airy pants and shaky hand that come and go with your touch.
Wanting him in your mouth more than wanting to pleasure him, you start to suck on his tip with deeper strokes. The reception is positive as you hear another quiet groan from him, followed by small, sharp breaths as you keep on going. You keep sucking on him, taking more and more from him. Surprising him with your wetness reaching half way down his shaft, he realises that you’re taking him deeper than he thought was safe.
“Wait,” Lu Guang tries to warn you, pushing his hand back and sliding your mouth off his dick. “If you go that far, you might get hurt, or you’ll-.”
He can’t even fully finish his sentence because you’re already leaning back forward with your mouth open to tongue his tip. He fights to retain his composure as he watches you hungrily eat him, even when he’s trying to stop you, until your hand around his shaft starts moving again. He groans as his hips stutter, holding them back enough to only slip into your mouth slightly as you moan happily in response.
Somehow, hearing you getting lost in the moment was the little push he needed. Gently putting his hand on your forehead and shifting you back again. He moves your lapping tongue firmly out of range of his dick as he tries speaking to you.
“Listen,” he says seriously while resisting the pleasure from you lazily stroking him off. “I’m really glad about all of this,-” he stresses. “-I really am. But you don’t have to go this far. And, besides,” his demeanour softens with honesty. “I want you to feel good too.”
“Lu Guang,-” you chuckle nervously at him, before getting comfortable again and purring back, “-you are making me feel good.”
“But,-” he was at a complete loss. The lust in your voice was making his brain melt as he could only stare at the way your idle tongue licked at your lips to busy itself. He eventually swallowed, “-this is so selfish.”
“Then be a little selfish,-” you giggle, “-I like that.”
The words burn into his brain as he can only stop his jaw from dropping. He watches you lean towards him again before you get one last word in.
“It’s nice to see you letting go for a change.”
A mixture of excitement and guilt pushes him back against the wall as he forces himself to let you do as you please. All he can do is stroke your eager head as you consume him and try to let the pleasure erase his worry. Because damn it if what his girl really wants right now is to suck his dick, then he didn’t want to be the one to stop her.
“So you want me to,-” he gasps, “-want me to be selfish?”
Even as you moan on his length, he still can’t fully believe what’s happening.
“Then,-” he stutters, “-are you okay with this?”
Watching you incredibly closely, he carefully pushes your head further forward than he thought was acceptable, desperate to find some sort of boundary or limit. Gently sliding almost his entire length past your lips, he waits to hear your protest, tuning into every sense as he feels the wet walls narrowing around his tip. Only instead of protest, he watches you sink even further than he intended. You take him all the way down to his base, snuffling your nose against his pubic hair and swallowing him whole.
His mind glazes over entirely and his jaw goes slack. Completely taken, he feels as you use his tip to grind against the sensitive back of your throat, both of you getting a kick out of every rub and stroke. Your tongue licks up and starts tasting the base of his shaft. Without thinking, Lu Guang’s hands find their way to your head as his fingers tangle in your hair. Caressing you the way he was told, he shifts you away slightly only to gently move you back down his length again. He repeats deep throating you with the soft bobbing motion of your head the way he wants to, the way you told him to. Your jaw relaxes to take him with ease, tongue still lazily lapping against his shaft as you control the angle at which he slowly pumps into your drenched mouth.
The soft slippery touches coupled with the sight of you taking to the base made Lu Guang feel like he was about to blow. No longer flushed completely against the wall, his head pulls back in pleasure and he moans for you. As he goes over your words in his head again and again, you let him move you up and down his length so he can rhythmically slip in and out of your throat.
He’s snapped out of the trace when his hands feel resistance and foreign fingers wrap around his base. With a confused grunt, he looks down to see you pulling your lips up his shaft. Dragging them over his leaking tip makes him shudder for you as your mouth lets him go with a quiet slurp.
Licking your lips and swallowing the excess spit, you firmly stroke his cock before your other hand joins, wrapping carefully around his soaked tip. As he lets out another grunt of surprise, you grin up at him giddily.
“Hey, don’t stop now,” you tell him in a tone that sends jitters up his spine. He’s too distracted by wanting your hands to keep stroking and teasing for him to understand the meaning of your words, until the stimulation stops. He peaks down to see your unmoving hands containing his length in one continuous column. Ever happy to see him, he looks you in the eyes for guidance and you give it to him.
“Start moving.”
He obeys, too horny to protest as he starts with slow, testing strokes. Leaning his shoulders back as his feet shuffle forward, he finds a rhythm and angle to ride your hands. The bare parts of his shaft still soaked from the spit almost shiver in the air. Wanting to return to warmth, he fumbles his movements trying to burn friction across his length. All the comfort he has now is the fleshy squeezes of your palms around his darting tip. You watch it slip past your fingers as he desperately soothes himself with your hands.
Taking a momentary glance up, your eyes meet. He’s been looking at your dreamy face, the total opposite of his. Soft reds the same colour as his tip are sprawled across his cheeks and forehead with his eyes barely open. It looks like it takes everything he’s got just to keep going, and it makes you want to push his buttons more.
Lifting your face, you confess to him, “I’m really aching, you know?”
His lips press together into a harder line as you hear a groan before a series of short, harsh breaths. His hips start to stutter while trying to piston himself into the warmth.
Short grunts of frustration soon follow as you pull one hand away from him. His face pleads down to you for more before he murmurs out, “Why?”
You only giggle at him and say, “Keep going.”
Like penance for earlier, he accepts your single hand to soothe his sore length. He tries to cope by shortening his thrusts and stimulating his tip. He’s so focused on himself, he doesn’t realise you’ve slipped your fingers between your legs to check your folds.
“Apparently, I’m soaked.”
The information makes him groan slowly, the movement of his hips degrading even more at the implications running through his mind. Your wants from earlier start flashing back to him.
“I wish you could just take me now.”
He hums needily as his hips almost come to a complete stop. His eyes have snapped back to yours and stare wide while hanging on your every word. You sound so sweet, but your face looks too excited for it to be true. The penny drops with the next sentence.
“We don’t have enough time though, do we?”
Who wouldn’t have forgotten, he had been a little bit distracted. Lu Guang’s eyes flicker over to one of the wall clocks and see its minutes before the two of you needed to leave. He can’t believe what he’s hearing from you, and yet you continue to tease.
“Even if we did have the time,-” a shiver shoots down his spine, “-do you think you could fuck me good right now, Lu Guang?”
There was a pause. Sweating and panting, his movements have come to a complete halt. Wanting to see him squirm, you ask again.
“Do you think you can fuck me good for our first time together, Lu Guang?”
His eyes shyly avert themselves as he pulls his knuckles to his mouth. As his face melts, he forces himself to admit.
“No,-” he mumbles it with a blush before squeezing his eyes shut, “-I’m too close.”
His hips jerk forward again nervously, and then again and again as he tries to offset the utter humiliation with something, anything. His body burns in all the wrong ways when he hears you stifled laughs.
“Hey, Lu Guang,” your rich voice pulls him in. Listening blindly, he doesn’t stop the half-hearted thrusts. “This is a little gross of me, but do you think we could finish this by you jerking yourself off and cumming all over your stomach?”
He makes another strangled sound at the degrading proposal, not wanting to be covered in his own muck but desperately wanting proper relief.
“I’ll lick it up,-” you sing, “-I promise.”
He’s gasping for breath at your words once again, and his hands tremble by his side.
“Please?” You plead up at him, sliding your hand all the way down to his base.
His hand starts jerking himself immediately. At first, he fists hard and fast strokes to take the edge off before his loosening into something more calming. Your free hand moves to lift his shirt up, exposing his tensed abs tinged in a pink. Softly playing with himself in front of you, his face flushes with more heat as he sees you transfixed on his dick once again. You enjoy watching the motions, and the way the skin folds and pulls as he moves his foreskin.
The attention was unbearably embarrassing. He wasn’t bold enough for this. Yet he was doing it right in front of you, and the perverse sense of exhibitionism strangely turned him on even more. He tries to accept what you’ve reduced him to if it means reaching his rapidly approaching climax, but you don’t let him get off that easy.
“Use lighter touches,” you muse. “I wanna see it clearly.”
“I-,” he gasps, “-I can’t! I need-, the stimulation!”
“Oh?” you hum contently, unbothered by his urgency. “But I want to see you finish.”
You faintly hear what you think is a strangled whine coming from him
“Please?” you playfully beg him. “I wanna see you cum so badly!”
The words clench into his sides, forcing him to comply. Switching from a fist to barely two fingers, he tries overstimulating his bursting wet tip with precision strokes. Over and over again he uses the frustratingly feather light touches to just barely pleasure himself for your amusement. All the tension and buildup tortures him on a nonexistent edge as he tries desperately to finally get off.
Teasing himself furiously, the calm sigh that seeps out from you is impossible to ignore.
“I just wanna lick you clean so badly.”
The words force things to slot painfully into place. The thought of you dragging your clean tongue against his raw body, happily lapping up every last bit of his cum, intensifies the tingling at the base of his spine as his hip muscles start spasming.
Deep gasp after deep gasp, Lu Guang teeters on the edge of snapping with your sultry voice echoing in his ears. Blanking into the tedium, the soft whine pouring out of you as you watch his entire body vibrate in an almost-pleasure ends up being the final string needing undoing in his gut.
Only able to hold his breath, weak wave after wave can be felt in rapid blinking, instantaneous successions. While white starts dribbling out of his quaking cock in erratic spurts, splattering his body and leaking down his shaft, he can’t believe that not one contraction was giving him pleasure. Terrified of that, his hand suddenly returns to the fist he’d originally made as he roughly fucks and pumps himself to catch any semblance of a high. The suddenly intense touch forces a high pitched, strangled shriek into the air as his painfully empty shots drop into something less than relieving.
You watch entranced by the patterns of the ejaculate as they stick and drip across him, completely unaware of his spoiled pleasure. His body continues to gyrate, crunching through the mechanical motions of an orgasm in a manner that felt so oddly uncomfortable.
Soon afterwards he’s shaking against the wall, wide-eyed with pupils blown, staring aimlessly at the ceiling as he catches his breath through throaty heaves. Everything’s flat to him but your chipper voice.
“Did you like that?”
Lu Guang can’t bring himself to talk, let alone be honest. Instead his head knocks back to the wall and responds ambiguously with a long, deep groan.
He seems to have gotten away with it as you hum up happily to him before saying “I liked it too.”
He wasn’t going to correct you.
Instead, he let himself be taken by your happy little noises before feeling your familiar tongue on unfamiliar territory. Looking down, you really were licking up the cum from his body.
Pressing it against him, carefully making sure his shirt stays clean, you carve out as much of his semen from his skin as you can. Each lick is slow and purposefully, wanting to capture as much in one go as you can.
Taking a pause from exploring his body, you chuckle up at him, “It tastes so nasty.”
He figured as much, being no stranger to his own spunk. But that didn’t stop you from lapping at his tensing muscles. And it didn’t stop him from wanting to run his jizz-soaked hand through your hair while pulling you in for a kiss. His sense of decency stopped him, but he did want to.
As your tongue keeps dragging across his skin, he starts to notice that the warmth of your mouth pales in comparison to the throbbing still in his tip. Something about it feels sore and his balls still feel so tight. The feeling kept persisting, building up in him with each passing moment. It overcomes him more as his body aches for proper satisfaction, like he’s been physically deprived of something critical.
“Lu Guang,-” you call after licking your lips, having finished your service, “-you good to go now?”
As cute as you look, he knows what you’re trying to say and his body doesn’t like it. It makes something inside of him snap.
Acting on the impulse from wanting more, he leans back and smoothly slides down the wall to join you on the floor. Speedily scrubbing his hands clean on his over-shirt, he takes it off and he throws it away before grabbing you by the shoulders and lunging in for a passionate kiss. His hands now squeeze your body, traversing it to feel you, to know you, to hold you closer before he finally puts the urges consuming him into words.
“Please,” the desperation is naked in his voice. “I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck into you right here while you’re on top of me. I’ll put you on all fours and fuck you from behind. I’ll get on my knees for you and lick every bare inch of your body. I’ll treat you like a fucking goddess. I will do anything you want. Just please,-” he begs, “-I need you.”
Pressing the side of his face against yours, you hear the full volume of his heavy breath. His voice drops a pitch as he tells you again, “I need to be in you.”
His hands are moving around you faster than you can fully process. Grazing over your jeans with careful scratches as if he wants to rip your clothes apart, his fingers don’t stop until they harshly grab the fat of your thighs from behind. His mouth is already busying itself with bruising sucks against your neck, as he whispers to you in between breaths.
“I’ll treat you right,” he licks. “I’ll treat you wrong,” and he bites. “I’ll do whatever,” he kisses. “Whatever you want,-” his hands squeeze hard as he gasps for breath, “-for you, right here, right now.” Grabbing at your clothed thighs while scooping upward to the flesh of your ass, he finishes off his plea with a growl “-as long as I can be inside you.”
Hiding his face into the crook of your neck, he asks one more time, “Please, will you have me?”
With your body on fire under Lu Guang’s touch, there’s not much else to say.
“Take me right here on the floor.”
And down you both go in a flash with you landing safely on your back and him towering up right above you. He tears your trousers down your legs and barely past your knees before pushing your legs up into the air and diving in between them. Lunging over you and now face to face, you see how the sweat has begun sticking his hair to his skin while his wild eyes stare into yours. His dick is still rock hard as its head starts sliding about your drenched folds, desperately looking for the entrance as he’s gasping for breath. Finally, he finds it by chance and immediately bucks his hips forward, soaking his dick inside of you. It’s electric. You can feel it, you can see it. The impact of the pleasure is written all over his face, as you both groan loudly from the mutual touch. The overstimulation of his body is like a scorching fire on his spent nerves, but there’s an underlying joy of meeting his basic need for sex that pushes him through.
Desperate to chase it he fails to hold back the speed of his thrusts, yet they’re still controlled enough for each one to send a wave of pleasure through you. As you finally scream for him on the shop floor, your arms circle around him with your nails digging into his back. It hurts him in a good way, in a way that feels so animal, and he bites his lip to hold onto the overwhelming feelings clashing inside of him.
His pace never halts, and neither does his dick edging deeper inside of you. When he finally reaches the hilt, he lets out another growl that turns into a moan, and he slows for only a moment to savour the complete union of your bodies. Buried all the way in, your pelvises pressing together and the scruffy friction of his pubic hairs now grinds against your clit with every movement. Every time he pounds into you, he watches as you squirm and cry beneath him, a helpless mess in minutes entirely from him and his touch alone. A surge of power suddenly courses through him, and he traps your head between his forearms as he leans down to hear you beg.
“Tell me what you want.”
His voice is so low and gravelly, it makes the hairs on your spine rise. Yet it had an inviting warmth to it. Your legs curl around him as your hands ball up into fists in his shirt, and you muster the strength to cry out to him, “Fuck me!”
Over and over again you scream it for him, and he complies. On the verge of completely losing it, he slams into you like a jackhammer. The weight of his thrusts now hit deep inside of you harder than before with a scorching friction that makes your vision go fuzzy. Every breath is a groan as Lu Guang’s flushed body sinks into euphoria. Every sensation sizzles past his nerves as he can feel your pleasure from how tightly you’re coiling around every inch of him. Before long, your words have slurred into gibberish with the only legible sound now coming out of your mouth being his name, “Lu Guang.”
Desperate to break past his refractory period, he tries to seize everything he can take from you and everything you’re willing to give him. He slows his speed, pushing himself up slightly to see your face clearly and you to see his.
“Look at me,” his ragged voice still hoarse and low.
Even with the barrage of thrusts having lessened into paced, purposefully fucks, each one still made your body tense and arch under him. Relentlessly plunging hard into you to satiate your simple request, he repeats himself.
“Look. At. Me.”
He needs your attention, you can hear it in his voice.
Blinking open your tight lids, the bright lights flood your eyes as his snowy white hair comes into focus above his flushed face. Fighting to keep them open despite every blinding wave of pleasure pulling you under, you manage to fix your eyes onto his sensual slate gaze.
“Yeah,” he whispers sweetly before beginning to tease. “You wanted me to fuck you like this?”
He asks it affectionately while his movements become punishingly hard. You wince and cry out at the intensity, struggling to hold the eye contact he ordered, but he doesn’t hold back.
“Just like this,” he whispers. “Just. Me. Fucking. You.” Each word punctuated by a deep reaching thrust, like he wants your whole body to listen when he speaks.
You hum and whine in affirmation for him in a needy trance. Completely taken with him and never wanting to let go, you soak in his every word.
“No oral, no orgasm. Nothing but my dick and my cum in you,” he pants while still looking deep into your eyes. Before asking a question he needs the answer to, he sucks in an intense, flinching breath, “Is that what you want?”
Gritting your teeth with blurry eyes looking up at him, his face the only thing in clear focus, your muscles clench around him. Your chest swells in the moment as he keeps thrusting through you. He touches your innermost flesh with sweetened intimacy before you can finally creek a quiet but strong, “Yes!”
He starts chuckling gasps of relief, no longer holding his breath. His forehead bows to yours as he strains his body, pushing himself deeper inside you. Holding you in his tense embrace, you can hear him repeating after you, “Yes,” over and over again between thrusts. The closeness causes a warmth to consume him and he preciously strokes at your head.
“I’m so glad,-” Lu Guang rasps in your ear, “-because this, with you, is phenomenal.”
You let out a long, high pitch moan as you call his name and your arms drag him in closer. With your wet foreheads pressed together, you stare into each other’s blurry eyes. Sharing airless breaths, you kiss again in the passion. With your fingers shooting under his shirt, you squeeze into his muscled back. He moves to reciprocate the gesture as his hands get tangled in your hair. Holding you still for him as he kisses you, marks you, plunges into you, and takes you graciously.
He can feel himself reaching some sort of limit. Bracing an arm above your head, he props the other on its elbow as he reaches behind him.
“Give me your hand,” he growls and you obey, snaking a hand raking at his back up through the head hole of his shirt. Reaching for him, his fingers immediately intermingle with yours once again, and your hands clasp firmly together. While tenderly squeezing you, the intimacy bubbles butterflies in his stomach as he groans in relief under him breath, “Fuck-!”
Another sharp inhale is the last thing you hear from him before the sound of his groans overpower everything else. An endless string of muffled strangles shake out of him as hits his second peak, cumming inside of you with an unbridled pleasure. The furious rutting of his hips barely cease, only taking longer pauses inside of you as he growls in for air. Hunching over as his body tries to bury itself in everything that is you, the streams of tension, want, and desire pitter out more with every contraction. Wringing himself completely dry, Lu Guang can only feel the unbearable sensitivity of his spent penis being smothered in your hot folds, and the pleasant, loving grip of your hand in his.
With one final push forward, his body starts to slack as he drops his face into the crook of your neck once more. His lips fully muffled by your skin, he releases an exhausted groan against you before collapsing entirely.
You hazily chuckle at his display before pulling his sweet form against yours, easing him down onto you as he trusts and accepts your judgement. Rubbing your head against his wet neck, your free hand hugs him close while your legs squeeze his side and stroke against him in tender affection.
You’re both gasping, now nothing more than a sweaty pile of limbs on the floor tangled up in one another. The hold on the other’s hand never ceases.
“That was good,” you moan out absentmindedly, sighing in relief, and he lets out another utterly exhausted groan back.
At some point, Lu Guang’s phone had started going off, and it rings out well before either of you can get up.
“Hey, Lu Guang?”
“Yeah?”
“We need to shower.”
He knows this.
“And I don’t have a change of clothes.”
He didn’t know that.
“Lu Guang,” you hum out one more time. “I think we’re going to be late.”
“Yeah,-” he pants back, “-very.”
As you both stick to the floor, you can only hope no one decides to check in on you two before you have a chance to clean up and recuperate.