Chapter setting: Modern AU 

CW: D/S, humiliation, edging, overstimulation, CNC, kind of somno

Part 1/2

Chen Hua was usually patient.

He didn’t mind spending hours cooking to get a good meal, nor take long time to choose a proper outfit to go out, nor wait for Lei Ying to pick him up. But his patience disappeared every time the variable “Song Jian” was in the equation. And Song Jian knew it very well.

And he loved torture Chen Hua with that. 

It wasn’t as he himself didn’t love being teased by Song Jian, as it allowed a lot of possibilities with different kind of fun. Song Jian played cold and indifferent, but he knew he loved how he was following him everywhere, asking for his attention and flirting with him in all the ways possible. But that time, Song Jian was pushing his limits too much, to the point that not even begging gave Chen Hua any compensation -when usually begging was the step before to get his way between Song Jian legs-.

Everything started with Chen Hua teasing Song Jian, as usual. They were at Tao Qiang’s place, as they were invited by Wei Li and him to prepare Lei Ying a surprise party for his good grades. They already finished deciding the details of the party, so at that point it was just relaxing time, drinking and having some peanuts. 

“All I’m saying is that if that teacher got laid, it wouldn’t be so difficult for Lei Ying to pass the exam.”

Chen Hua wasn’t even drinking as he was the one driving, but it seemed as if he was. Song Jian, in the other hand, even if he was having some drinks, he seemed calm. He just rolled his eyes.

“Well, I don’t agree with that. It’s true that sex can make people feel more relaxed, but not everyone needs it.” Wei Li replied, always with his polite smile. Tao Qiang preferred not to say a thing on that matter. 

“Look, I know it by experience. If I don’t give my A-Jian what he wants everyday, he can get very grumpy. He would suffer so much!” 

Song Jian and Tao Qiang almost spat their drinks at the same time. Tao Qiang didn’t know where to look, while Wei Li smiled polite. But Song Jian looked at Chen Hua as if he wanted to strangle him there.

“Chen Hua!” 

“It’s a joke, it’s a joke, A-Jian! Don’t be mad.” Chen Hua laughed, looking at Wei Li then. “Well, half a joke.” He whispered, before a peanut hit his face. “A-Jian!”

The conversation almost ended at that point, changing the matter. Some drinks after, they went back to their home. 

Chen Hua should have realised that some punishment was about to land on him while they were in the car. He was talking calmly with Song Jian, driving them back, enjoying the music in the radio and the lights in the night. 

His chitchat stopped when he felt, while they were waiting for a traffic light to be green, a hand of Song Jian landing on his leg. Chen Hua gazed at Song Jian, curious, smiling a bit when he felt the hand caressing his leg, making his way to his thigh.

 “A-Jian, what are you-?” 

“The light is green.” 

Song Jian wasn’t even paying attention to him. And he didn’t in all their way back, even if his hand was caressing such sensitive places, even giving tempting squeezes to his crotch. Chen Hua had his knuckles while of how strong he was gripping the steering wheel, whining when the squeezes were to hard. 

“A-Jian-“ 

“Shut up and focus.” 

How in earth he was going to focus with his hand in that places! Thanks heavens there was not too much traffic. He did his best, trying to hold himself, bitting his lower lip hard while thinking in what was going to happen in the moment they reach home.  

When Chen Hua parked and they both went out of the car, he took Song Jian wrist and almost flied to their home. He didn’t even wait to open the door, attacking Song Jian against it while he himself was trying to put the key properly in the deadbolt.

They stumbled into their place, wet kisses filing the place. Chen Hua’s hands were going up and down on Song Jian’s torso, while him was hugging his neck, his hands pulling his hair sometimes, making Chen Hua moan. One of the pulls was specially strong, making him stop in the place while Song Jian bit his lower lip, so hard that he could taste blood, making him wail. 

“A-Jian-“ 

“Cook the dinner.”

Chen Hua thought that he heard wrong, but seeing Song Jian freeing him and turning on the lights, sitting in the sofa, made him realised that his ears didn’t get the wrong information. Still, he asked.

“W-What?”

“Cook the dinner, go. A-Ying is going to come in any moment and there is nothing to eat.”

“Precisely, shouldn’t we take advantage of A-Ying being still out and go to bed?”

“Why? I’m not tired yet.”

“That’s not… what I mean.” 

“So why do you wanna go to bed?” Song Jian was asking as if he was serious, confused. “C’mon, stop it and cook.” 

Perplexed, Chen Hua stood there some seconds before starting to prepare dinner. 

Chen Hua tried to convince one more time Song Jian to go to bed, but it didn’t work. Something clicked then in his brain, thinking that it was a teasing before they went to sleep that night, just a warm-up. So, humming and whistling, he prepared the dinner and when Lei Ying arrived, they three had it. 

After cleaning the kitchen, and with Lei Ying already in his room and Song Jian already in the bed, Chen Hua practically ran to the bed, locking their door. Song Jian was checking some things in his phone, relaxing and already in his pyjama. Chen Hua undressed himself until he was only wearing his boxers, going into the bed and crawling to be on top of Song Jian, between his legs. 

“A-Jian— Leave the phone, c’mon, it’s late.” He said, kissing his neck, his hands already going under his clothes. Song Jian sighed, leaving the phone in his nightstand. 

“You are right.”

 With a firm movement, Song Jian made them roll in the bed, going on top of Chen Hua, who felt his cock hardening just because of that and because of the way Song Jian took his wrists, putting them down, on top of his head. Before he could even say something, he kissed him hard and deep, his tongue going into his mouth without mercy while his teeth played with his lips. Chen Hua gasped, lifting his hips, looking for some contact. Song Jian attacked his neck, biting and marking it. 

And all of the sudden, he stopped, freed Chen Hua’s wrists and move to the side.

“It’s late.”

Chen Hua blinked twice after Song Jian turned off the light, confused one more time. He turned to the side to look at Song Jian.

“What?”

“You said it: it’s late. Let’s sleep.” 

“Sleep? Now? Like this?” Chen Hua asked, maybe a bit desperate. 

“Like what?” Song Jian turned around to see him in the dark. “Does something happen?”

“A-Jian…” Chen Hua moved one more time on top on Song Jian, or a least he tried it, because he stopped him with a foot on his shoulder, pushing him softly. “Why not?” 

“Because it’s late, you said it. C’mon, let’s sleep.”

With a more firm push, Song Jian made Chen Hua go to the side again, getting comfortable for sleeping then. Chen Hua looked at him before let out a strong sigh, frowning his eyebrows. Well, if there was no sex that night, he still could relieve himself. Turning around to give his back to Song Jian, he laid down, his hand already going under his boxers.

“If you dare to touch yourself, I’ll cut your hand.” Song Jian said, calm. 

“What?!” Chen Hua turned around. “Fine, we won’t fuck tonight, but why can’t I relieve myself?!”

“Because I say so.”

“So?”

“…” Song Jian turned around just a bit, just to be able to see the other, serious. “Wanna try me?”

Chen Hua huffed, turning around again, mad. 

Zero relieve for him that night. 

The day after that, similar things happened. After Lei Ying left home for his classes, Song Jian decided to do some stretches just with a t-shirt and boxers in the living room. When did he decided to start doing stretches in there? Chen Hua was very pleased with the views, but after trying to touch Song Jian and him being very clear about he losing his hands if he dared to try to touch again, Chen Hua started to be less pleased. 

Chen Hua prepared a bath for them both, trying to see if that way he could go to his place between Song Jian’s legs, but he ended being kicked out of the bath. 

Chen Hua was already mad when Song Jian asked him for a massage. His irritation disappeared when he thought that it was his opportunity to get some relieve, but at the end, even if he touched the perfect body of his A-Jian and heard him sigh, gasp and even moan under his touch, it ended being just a massage. 

They made out in the sofa. In the kitchen too. Even in the room, when Song Jian said he was going to take a nap. But that was it. 

“A-Jian, please—“ Chen Hua begged, one more time being stopped by Song Jian’s foot on his shoulder. “Please, let me make you feel good—“

“I feel perfectly, thanks. Now let me sleep. And put some ice on there.” Song Jian replied, pointing with his head to Chen Hua crotch. 

Four days passed like that, and Chen Hua was about to lose it. Song Jian kept teasing him, randomly touching him, kissing him fiercely for letting him with nothing else, even doing suggesting poses on purpose. He was about to go crazy. Even Lei Ying realised it, asking if he was fine. 

“Fine? I’m more than fine.” He replied, cutting the vegetables with more strength that necessary. “I’m perfect. Right, A-Jian? I’m completely and totally perfect.”

Lei Ying decided not to do any more comments, seeing that something was happening between that two. He was so lucky for not being one of the vegetables Chen Hua was cutting in that moment…

That night, Chen Hua woke up with the sound of Song Jian letting out a tiny moan. He turned around to see him touching himself, the top of his pyjama open and his pants and boxers down, stroking his cock.  

“The fuck are you doing?!” Chen Hua asked, getting up.

“What? Isn’t it obvious?” Song Jian sighed, caressing the back of his cock head.

“What the fuck?! I can’t jerk off but you can?!”

“Exactly.”

Chen Hua felt his blood boil, seeing red for a second. He moved then, trying to go on top of Song Jian, who started to fight him.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?!” Song Jian said, hitting his arms and trying to stop the other.

“Take what is mine!” Chen Hua reached the edge of Song Jian’s pants and boxers, taking them off with struggle.

“I’m gonna kill you if you dare to touch me!” 

“Try it! C’mon, try to kill me, I wanna see it!”

Chen Hua kissed then Song Jian, deep and rough, trying to take the other wrists and pushing him down. It didn’t take long for Song Jian to free himself, pulling the other hair and biting his lip, rolling them both to get on top of Chen Hua. But before he could stop Chen Hua, he was already pushing them both out of the bed, making them fall to the side.

“What the-?!”

Song Jian didn’t have time to react before Chen Hua landed on him again, but this time, he was with his back against his chest, feeling Chen Hua grinding against his ass. Chen Hua sank his teeth on his neck, while Song Jian reached the other’s head, pulling his hair.

“Stop it!”

“Please—“ Chen Hua cried once he let Song Jian’s neck. “A-Jian, please— please—“

His voice cracked, still not stopping grinding his crotch against the other’s ass. After some seconds, Song Jian turned around, with a defiant gaze. 

“Who is the one suffering for not fucking, A-Hua?”

Chen Hua didn’t stop moving, but he slowed the movement of his hips.

“What…?”

 “Who is the one getting grumpy and suffering because he doesn’t get laid?” Song Jian was almost smiling, with a mocking tone in his voice.

“What are you…” He remembered then the conversation at Tao Qiang’s house, something clicking in his head then. “Wait, you did all of this because of that?!”

Chen Hua let out a cry when Song Jian made the grip in his hair stronger, hissing between his teeth.

“A-Jian, it was a joke! You are so cruel to me!” He complained.

 “You needed a lesson. Bragging about that and look at you, only four days and you are already like this.”

Song Jian made them both move again with a firm movement, standing up and stopping Chen Hua before he attacked again.

“Kneel.” He commanded, serious.

“But A-Jian—“

“I said kneel.”

Gripping his hair again, Song Jian pulled it to made him kneel in front of him, while he sat on the edge of the bed. Chen Hua made a painful grimace when he saw Song Jian starting to touch himself again, slow but firm. He stopped gripping Chen Hua’s hair, who leaned his head on Song Jian’s knee. 

 “A-Jian, please—“ He begged one more time, moving his hips unconsciously, closing his legs and trying to have some comfort like that. “Please—“

Chen Hua went down in a full reverence, gripping Song Jian’s ankle softly, as if he was asking for permission. He started to kiss the soft skin there, going up slow, marking here and there with his teeth. There were already purple marks in Song Jian’s thighs, already disappearing after the days of not attending them. 

“I have such a whore for a wife… Look at you, so desperate and needy.” 

“That’s cruel! Who’s fault is it?” Chen Hua tried then to give some kisses to Song Jian’s cock, and as there was no resistance, he started to give some tempting licks. “You are the one tempting me! Such a cruel husband…” 

He finally took him in his mouth, his hands gripping the other’s thighs, moaning when he heard Song Jian patting. But not even a minute passed before Song Jian grabbed again a fistful of his hair, pulling it.

“Open your mouth.”