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Cheng Xiaoshi leaned against the edge of the window. It was an ordinary warm afternoon,as September often was. The Time Photo Studio had been exceptionally busy, with many people wanting graduation photos, birthdays and many other special events from over the summer.

Lu Guang watched Cheng Xiaoshi across the room, his pulse already racing despite his efforts to stay calm. The way Cheng Xiaoshi leaned against the window, the sun catching the sharp angles of his face. Lu Guang clenched his jaw.

"You're staring again..." Cheng Xiaoshi laughed, his voice teasing. He turned to look at Lu Guang, his eyes flickering between Lu Guang's face and his lips.

"Am I?" Lu Guang stepped closer, his expression neutral. "Maybe you're imagining things."

"You know I've got an active imagination." Grinning, Cheng Xiaoshi made no attempt to move. He ran his slender fingers through his dark hair, effortlessly gorgeous. His dark eyes looked Lu Guang up and down.

Lu Guang had been on edge all day. He could feel a mix of frustration and anticipation that had been building in his body all day. 13th September at 5pm... Lu Guang had experienced this day in many timelines. And they all ended the same way... He swallowed, trying to push the image away. Cheng Xiaoshi's wide eyes. Lu Guang had been frozen, powerless. He glanced at his watch: 4:45pm. This meant he should already be prepared to stop Cheng Xiaoshi's death. Of course, this wasn't something he'd managed before, yet he still had hope. Lu Guang just had to stop Cheng Xiaoshi from going to the darkroom, from being anywhere he was vulnerable to Vein. A shudder ran through him, but this time he couldn't let fear take control.

Crossing the room in a few decisive steps, Lu Guang caught Cheng Xiaoshi by the waist and pressed him against the wall. Lu Guang's lips found Cheng Xiaoshi's immediately, demanding. Every inch of Cheng Xiaoshi's toned body responded, pressing his strong chest in Lu Guang's, his slender fingers tangling into Lu Guang's white hair.

"You don't know what you do to me, Xiao-ge" Lu Guang's breath brushed against Cheng Xiaoshi's ear as he tugged on Cheng Xiaoshi's earlobe with his teeth. Cheng Xiaoshi's hands slid around Lu Guang's slender waist, his body pressing closer, his hardness rubbing against Lu Guang's.

"I think I do." Cheng Xiaoshi's fingers gripped onto Lu Guang's erection through his trousers. Lu Guang's mind was a storm of desire that had been building for far too long. Finally he could give in, and punish Cheng Xiaoshi for every teasing look, for being too handsome, for leading him on all this time. Bending his head down, Lu Guang pulled down Cheng Xiaoshi's trousers, kissing down his body and his toned stomach. Cheng Xiaoshi's hand moved to the back of Lu Guang's head as he moaned, his eyes fixed on Lu Guang. Lu Guang carefully took Cheng Xiaoshi's penis into his mouth as deep as he could, moving his head back and forth as Cheng Xiaoshi gasped, leaning back against the wall. Cheng Xiaoshi gripped onto Lu Guang's hair, his legs shaking.

"Lu Guang..." He moaned breathlessly. "I want to make you feel good too.." Cheng Xiaoshi's mind was spinning, seeing Lu Guang on his knees, his cock deep in Lu Guang's mouth. Where had Lu Guang learnt to suck cock this well? He couldn't tear his eyes away, yet he wanted so badly to return the favour. Pulling Lu Guang's hair, he reluctantly took his engorged penis out of Lu Guang's mouth. The sight of Lu Guang on his knees, spit dribbling from his mouth almost made Cheng Xiaoshi come there and then.

Lu Guang traced back up Cheng Xiaoshi's body with kisses, reaching his mouth. His tongue slid into Cheng Xiaoshi's mouth as he encircled his arms around him, dragging him towards the sofa. Lu Guang pushed Cheng Xiaoshi into a seated position, and himself on top of him. "You think that felt good?" Lu Guang whispered into Cheng Xiaoshi's ear. Slipping his finger into Lu Guang's mouth, Cheng Xiaoshi let Lu Guang suck on his finger until it was dripping wet. Cheng Xiaoshi slid his hands down the back of Lu Guang's trousers, his finger gently tracing Lu Guang's tight entrance.

"I don't know if I can last that long." Cheng Xiaoshi muttered, his finger teasing Lu Guang. Gently biting Lu Guang's neck, he slid his finger into Lu Guang's hole. Cheng Xiaoshi's cock was pressing against him, hard and full. "Beg me for it...."

Lu Guang shivered, his ears pink. He wanted to be in charge, to punish Cheng Xiaoshi. After clumsily pulling his trousers off, he straddled himself over Cheng Xiaoshi, his long legs spreading obediently. His cock was hard, with clear fluid leaking down it.

"I think you'll be the one begging for it, gege."

Cheng Xiaoshi couldn't take it anymore. With one movement, he pressed Lu Guang down onto him, pushing inside him with his swollen penis. Lu Guang began to ride Cheng Xiaoshi, watching himself get fucked by Cheng Xiaoshi's large cock. Cheng Xiaoshi grabbed Lu Guang's slender waist, pressing him down harder and harder as he got deeper inside him. Lu Guang rode him harder, his insides full, wet and warm. Filling him to his limit, working him again and again... loud moans escaped Lu Guang's lips. He matched every moment, every trust, driving them both into a spiral of reckless, consuming please. All thoughts were on Cheng Xiaoshi, how good he felt, how he was filling him deep to his core.

"You feel so good, Lu Guang, I might die..."

Lu Guang looked down at Cheng Xiaoshi, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Cheng Xiaoshi clung to Lu Guang, his nails digging into Lu Guang's shoulders, unable to concentrate on anything but the overwhelming sensation that consumed him. He was at his limit. Lu Guang grabbed his own cock, touching himself, gasping Cheng Xiaoshi's name as he pleasured himself, still riding Cheng Xiaoshi, pushing him further.

"Lu Guang.. don't...I can't take it...I'm going to..."

Cheng Xiaoshi was shaking uncontrollably, the pleasure at it's max. As he came, he threw his head back, his eyes closed, releasing deep inside of Lu Guang.

"Xiao-ge?" Lu Guang stopped moving, looking down at Cheng Xiaoshi. He was unusually still, his head laid against the back of the sofa, his arms flopped by his side. He froze, the warmth of their tangled bodies still pressed against him, heart hammering from the intensity. Tracing his hand against Cheng Xiaoshi's shoulder, and when there was no response panic clawed at his chest. Lu Guang separated from him and stood by him. "Cheng Xiaoshi?"

He shook Cheng Xiaoshi's limp body. Then the realisation hit him like a physical blow. Cheng Xiaoshi had died again in this timeline on the 13th September at 5pm. And it was all his fault.