Chapter setting: Modern AU 

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

Part 2/2

“Open your mouth.”

Chen Hua obeyed, opening his mouth with his tongue out, still kneeling in front of him, patting and rocking his hips, rubbing his legs trying to find some comfort. He looked how Song Jian fastened the movements of his hand, how his breath became more erratic, the skin of his cheeks, neck and collarbones reddish until, with a final moan, he spilled his essence in Chen Hua’s mouth, making he moan.

Song Jian let loose the grip in his hair, caressing it. His hand went to his cheek then, where some of his spillage landed, cleaning it with his thumb and guiding it to Chen Hua’s mouth, who gladly sucked it. 

“A-Jian—“ Chen Hua begged one more time, bitting strongly his thigh. He heard Song Jian hissing, but still let him do it. “Pleas- Ah!”

He felt how Song Jian’s foot pressed his crotch, stepping on it with the exact amount of strength for making it painfully pleasant. 

“Why should I show mercy?”

“Because—“ He whined again, the pressure the foot was making increasing slightly. “Because I’m sorry. A-Jian, my dear husband, please, show mercy with this lowly wife… Please, I can’t stand it anymore, please—“

Song Jian sighed, stopping the pressure he was making with his foot and taking the other by his chin, attracting him. He bit one more time his lower lip, drawing some more blood, feeling Chen Hua shake slightly because of that with a moan. 

“I’ll be merciful.” Song Jian said, going near to his ear to bite his lobe, whispering then: “Fuck me.” 

As if he had any kind of resort, Chen Hua almost jumped on top of Song Jian, kissing him desperately while finally took off his pyjama pants and boxers, freeing his erection. The simple rubbing against Song Jian’s thigh made him tremble, moaning. It was a good thing he had to separate himself from the other to take the lube in his nightstand, otherwise he could come just there.

Song Jian hissed when he felt, after Chen Hua coated three fingers with the lube, two of them caressing his rim and pushing them inside at the same time. Chen Hua couldn’t wait too much, trying to accelerate the process. Not as if they were careful usually anyway, but -and maybe this was just his imagination- he felt Song Jian tighter than usual while moved his fingers inside him. When the third finger entered, Song Jian jolted, his breath heavy and uneasy, opening more his legs.

“Can I?” Chen Hua asked against his collarbone, desperate. “Husband, please, can I?”

“So needy…” Song Jian sighed, barely containing a moan when Chen Hua pressed repeatedly that sweet spot inside him. “Come here.”

Chen Hua pulled out his fingers, coating his cockhead with the lube remaining in his fingers and then, with a smooth trust, he impaled himself inside Song Jian, bitting so hard his collarbone that drew blood from the small injure. Song Jian let out a cry, arching his back and his head going back, embracing Chen Hua and scratching his back with nails. 

 “I-I can’t wait, I can’t, I—“

 Chen Hua didn’t even know he was talking out loud, starting to move his hips already deep and fast, unable to stop himself. His arms were embracing Song Jian’s hips, his hands landing on his asscheeks, spreading them for him. Song Jian’s legs were around his hips, not letting him go even if he sounded between pain and pleasure in every moan that escaped through his mouth. 

The wet sound of their skin hitting each other filled the air among the whines and cries of Chen Hua and Song Jian’s moans, hisses and pants. One of Chen Hua’s hands went between them to stroke Song Jian’s dick, half soft then, teasing the sensitive slit. Both of their bodies were covered in sweat pearls, their bodies marked with bites, sucks and scratches. At some point, when Chen Hua felt he was starting to be too near of his orgasm, he took Song Jian by his hips with one arm, lifting him and supporting himself on his legs, trusting even faster and deeper for some seconds before reaching his peak with the sound of Song Jian’s cries, his own moans getting lost in them. He didn’t stop stroking Song Jian until, some seconds after, came again. 

Chen Hua let himself collapse on top of Song Jian, both of them trying to recover some breath. Song Jian caressed Chen Hua absently, his eyes closes while let himself enjoy the relaxing feeling after his second orgasm. Some minutes later, Chen Hua moved to kiss him here and there: the marks in his neck, the little injure in his collarbone, his face…

“You have been so cruel these past days, A-Jian.” He started to say, pouting a bit, but still smiling. “Tempting me and tempting me and not letting me have any relieve.”

“You could have try to get your way.” Song Jian said, with a little smile. 

“You said you would kill me if I touched you!”

“That’s why I said ‘try’.” Song Jian took his husband’s chin. “But wouldn’t it be a good death?”

“Dying in the arms of my dear husband?” Chen Hua smiled, bitting Song Jian’s lower lip, now being his time to draw some blood from it. Song Jian did a grimace, but let him. “The sweetest of the death. This lowly wife would be honoured.”

“As you should.” He kissed then Chen Hua, soft but firm. After some seconds, he said: “You have been good.”

“Good? I have been the best, didn’t I? Say it, A-Jian.” Song Jian rolled his eyes, pushing Chen Hua. “C’mon, A-Jian! Say I have been the best!”

Song Jian ignored him, accommodating himself to sleep. Chen Hua hugged him from behind, kissing his ear, neck, hair and shoulder some more, not stopping talking.

“I’ll say it if you shut up and go to sleep!”

“Fine! C’mon, husband, say it!”

“…” Song Jian sighed. “You have been the best. Now, sleep.”

Chen Hua hummed happily, snuggling against Song Jian’s neck, hugging him stronger. He felt then one of Song Jian’s hand on top of one of his, intertwining their fingers. 

It was raining the next morning. Chen Hua moved softly, opening his eyes slowly to check the time on his phone: still one hour before they had to get up. He went back to hug Song Jian, closing his eyes, trying to go back to sleep. 

But after he accommodated himself, he couldn’t.

They were just in the perfect position for him to rub against Song Jian’s ass, back against front, hips against hips. Breathing deeply against Song Jian’s neck, inhaling his scent, Chen Hua started to move his hips slowly, his soft cock hardening every time he caressed his husband’s crack with it. 

It was still sticky and wet from the night before, a mix of the lube and his own fluids, making it easier to move his cock between his asscheeks. It didn’t take long for him to be completely hard, palming Song Jian’s front, stroking his dick too, trying not to wake him up yet. 

He could feel how Song Jian’s breathing became heavier, stopping every time he felt the other was going to wake up. Still dreaming, Song Jian moved and rocked his hips a couple of times against Chen Hua’s hand, barely a soft movement while sleeping. Chen Hua let his dick then, his hand flying to Song Jian’s asscheek for parting it, taking his cock with the other hand and guiding it to his entrance.

Song Jian woke up when Chen Hua pushed himself inside him with a firm trust, making him gasp.  

“Shhh shhhhh—“ Song Jian didn’t realised Chen Hua was covering his mouth with his hand until he tried to speak. He struggled, but Chen Hua pressed him down, now on top of him. “I’m getting my way. Wasn’t it what you wanted, husband?” Chen Hua whispered against his ear, biting his lobe. He started to move, slowly at first but deep. Song Jian cried against his hand, scratching Chen Hua’s arms. “This humble wife wasn’t careful with his words, but neither my husband was. Now, take me.”

Chen Hua moved the hand in his mouth to put his fingers around Song Jian’s neck, his other hand in the other’s chest, pulling him to press his back against his own chest. Song Jian contained his cries and moans the best way possible, panting hardly.

“You beast—!” He said, gasping after a specially strong trust by Chen Hua.

“I am. Husband, I am.” Chen Hua said against his ear, moving still slow and deep every time he trusted. “I’ll take any punishment my husband has for me.”

“You better be prepared!”

 “I’ll be. But now, my dear husband is the one that has to learn the lesson.”

After saying that, Chen Hua started to trust fast and rough, pulling up painful groans and sweet moans from Song Jian’s throat. He felt him trembling under him, the intrusion so rough and with the only preparation of their night before, not being enough for his body to be fully used to it. Last night it was already hard for him; now, with his entrance swollen and sore even before starting that morning, and Chen Hua trusting without care, the pain mixed with the pleasure was being too much. 

“A-Hua, slow down!” He panted, gasping when he felt the hand Chen Hua had in his chest go down to his cock, stroking it.

“Didn’t husband said this humble wife is a whore? I can’t contain myself— Ah—“ Chen Hua licked Song Jian’s neck, biting then hard, drawing a cry from Song Jian. “You are so delicious— I would eat you and won’t left a bone—“

“A-Hua!” 

Even if the trust were being too rough, each one was hitting his sweet spot, feeling a rush of pleasure every time he did it. Still pounding his nails in the other’s wrists, he opened his legs for trying to feel less painfully stretched.

 “That’s it— Take me, A-Jian— Ah—“ 

“I-I’m gonna kill you— Ah!”

“And it will be the sweetest of the deaths- Nnng—!”

Chen Hua started to feel his climax near, so he accommodated himself better to stroke faster Song Jian, who jerked under him, wailing. Chen Hua kissed, licked and bit his neck, shoulder and shoulder blades, moaning against his skin.

“You are so good— Husband, so good— Ah—“ Song Jian didn’t said a word, feeling like if he let a word out of his mouth it would come with loud moans. He was already letting out tiny cries and groans among pants, but he was trying his best to Chen Hua not to get his way. “Husband, I can’t hold it anymore— A-Jian— A-Jian, come on my cock!” 

Chen Hua pounded harder for some seconds, his fingers getting tighter around Song Jian’s neck, his grip in the other’s cock hardening and the movements of his hand fastening. Some more trusts and Chen Hua spilled inside him with a low and long groan, calling him.  

Song Jian’s orgasm struck him like a lightning, making him shake under Chen Hua, curling his toes while the pleasure reached every part of his body, hearing his husband still moan in his ear. Even when Chen Hua softened the grip on his neck, Song Jian couldn’t help let out some moans, his body relaxing slowly, supporting his head against his pillow. 

Chen Hua kissed him here and there, smiling while hugged him strongly, still not pulling out. Song Jian moved a bit, just a bit to pinch one of Chen Hua’s ears and pull it.

 “Aiya! A-Jian! Ah!” Chen Hua cried, hissing when Song Jian freed his ear.

“You beast! I should beat you to death!”

“But A-Jian! You love when I wake you up like this! Aiya!” Now a pinch landed on his arm, making him hiss one more time.

 “Shut up! Do you know how tired I was last night? I wanted to sleep this morning!” 

 “Later we can have a nap—“

“Who is having a nap with you?! I can’t trust you, you beast!”

“But A-Jian, my dear husband… you love when I make my way between your legs.” Chen Hua smiled mischievous, taking Song Jian’s hand and kissing his wrists, scratching it with his teeth. Then, Song Jian gripped his chin and made him kiss him deeply and ferocious, making Chen Hua pant in the kiss.

 “I hope you remember this tonight, when you bottom.”

“…A-Jian! But show some mercy, alright? I’m not as used as you!”

“You should have thought about that before. I’m not gonna be merciful.” Song Jian accommodated himself then. “Give me a massage before doing the breakfast.”

Chen Hua sighed, but smiled, pulling out finally. Song Jian gasped, feeling his entrance even more sore that last night, his low back aching too. He finally sighed when he felt Chen Hua’s hands massaging his back, careful, pressing the sore points he already knew very well. After some minutes, Song Jian took one of his hands, intertwining his fingers with the other’s, leaving soft kisses in his knuckles while Chen Hua kept massaging with the other hand.

“My beloved husband…” Chen Hua said after finishing the massage, laying down on top of Song Jian. Song Jian took the other hand and repeated the process. “Was I too rough?”

“You know I can take you down any time If I want to stop, right?” Song Jian replied between kisses.

“I know. I have such a strong husband.” Chen Hua said, kissing his cheek. Then, as if it was his biggest secret, he said: “A-Jian, I love you.”

“Me too.” Song Jian replied, looking at Chen Hua out of the corner of his eyes. 

“A-Jian.”

“Hm?”

“Will you show mercy tonight?”

“Nop.”

“A-Jian!”

Song Jian chuckled softly while Chen Hua complained, starting the day just like that. 

And that night, as Song Jian promised, didn’t show mercy. 

Not like Chen Hua complained about it.