Setting: Modern AU

CW: Kind of somnophilia.

“You say you are not a romantic person, Ah-Ying, but deep down you are!”

Wei Li and Lei Ying were having a drink together at Wei Li’s home. Tao Qiang and Fang Jin were working in something together, so they both were just chatting and relaxing while the other two finished and the four of them could go out for dinner. 

“Am I?”

“Of course you are! A romantic person doesn’t necessary need to buy roses and recite poems to be romantic.” Wei Li laughed a bit, relaxed. “I see the way you are with Fang Jin. Actions speak louder than words.”

“I think he is more romantic than me then.” Lei Ying laughed too, smiling wide after it. “And I like it. Probably because it’s what I’ve seeing at home.”

“You what?” Tao Qiang and Fang Jin finished working and they both were going into the kitchen. Tao Qiang arched a brow while asking that. “We heard you both. Song Jian and Chen Hua? Romantic?”

“Maybe not for outsiders, but they are very romantic.” Lei Ying assured, nodding.

“I can see Chen Hua being romantic, and I’m sure he wouldn’t buy a rose but the entire florist to Song Jian. But Song Jian…?”

“Oh, he is. You can’t imagine how much in love they are with each other. Right, Fang Jin?”

“Hm. I saw the way he looks at Chen Hua.” Fang Jin gave a nod, while his arm surrounded Lei Ying’s waist.

“And not only that! For example: they love slow dancing at home.”

“What?” Tao Qiang arched a brow again. “Song Jian? Dancing?” They four started to get the things to get out of the house. 

“Yeep! In fact, today, just before coming I saw them dancing.”

Chen Hua was preparing dinner for Song Jian and him, as Lei Ying already said he was going to have dinner out. Lei Ying was reading something in his room, and when it was time, he prepared to go out. He opened the door of his room just in the exact moment to see Song Jian putting some slow music and tending his hand to Chen Hua, who gladly accepted. Neither of them said a word, just approaching each other, Chen Hua’s hand in Song Jian’s waist and Song Jian’s embracing the other’s neck. They danced slow, close to each other, sometimes changing position but always feeling the other’s body. Lei Ying didn’t want to disturb, so he waited a bit, with a tiny smile. 

“Are you sure Chen Hua didn’t drug him?” Tao Qiang asked jokingly, getting Lei Ying showing his tongue to him.

“They may seem they ‘fight’ all the time, but it’s their way to show love to each other. And, even this, they mainly behave like that when we are outside. Shushu loves teasing him. And I know jiujiu loves it.”

“How do you know?” Wei Li asked, opening the door of the house, letting everyone go out.

“Because if he didn’t like it, shushu would have been dead loooong time ago.” Lei Ying laughed. 

‘I’ll sleep out today~

Don’t wait me for lunch

*lovely dog kiss sticker*’ – 5:13 AM

That was the text Chen Hua saw early in the morning. Noticing the timing, he thought probably his boy and the others ended having fun after dinner, maybe going to a karaoke or to dance. He looked at the clock: it was almost 10:00 already. They were used to wake up earlier, but they end going to sleep at not such a different hour than when Lei Ying texted. 

Chen Hua smiled, looking at his husband and remembering their long and hot night. Song Jian was sleeping peacefully, facing up while one of his arms was around Chen Hua, who had been sleeping on his chest all night. Chen Hua couldn’t resist giving him a soft kiss, tasting his perfects lips. ‘How can he be so perfect in every way?` 

“My Ah-Jian, I’m so in love with you…” He whispered, stroking his cheek tenderly.

Song Jian almost didn’t move, just sighing and accommodating a bit, but didn’t wake up. Chen Hua bit his own lower lip, positioning himself on top of him. Song Jian was only wearing a hooded sweater, as he was kind of cold last night and put it on before sleeping, but nothing else. Chen Hua lifted it a bit, kissing his abdomen and belly, going down slowly, licking some marks he himself made on his skin last night. His hands caressed his hips, going doing to his legs and thighs, slow and sweetly. He covered himself with the blankets while doing it, not wanting Song Jian to get cold. 

It didn’t take long until, kiss after kiss, lick after lick, he reached his member, giving it the same attention. It took only a bit until Song Jian moved, sighing.

“Ah-Hua…” He said, his voice low and a bit hoarse, as he just woke up. “What are you doing there…” He didn’t even open his eyes, just letting the other be.

“Having breakfast.” Chen Hua replied with a cheeky tone. He lifted a bit the blankets to see the other. 

“Didn’t you have enough after four times last night? I don’t even know if I’m gonna be able to walk again, you beast.”

“You were even rougher than me.” He replied, laughing a bit. “And no, I never have enough of you. But—“ He moved up to kiss him in the forehead, then each one of his cheeks, his nose and, at last but not least, his lips, slowly and tenderly. “—I don’t want you to do anything more than relax, my dear.”

“And what about you?” He sounded still sleepy, not even opening his eyes yet. 

“Ah-Jian…” Chen Hua went under the covers again, moving a bit so he could put one of Song Jian’s legs on his shoulder. “Giving you pleasure it’s my biggest pleasure.”

Song Jian wanted to reply, but instead of it, a tiny moan escaped of his lips when he felt Chen Hua’s tongue tasting his member again, up and down. 

“The only thing I want you to do is to chill out.” Chen Hua said, kissing his balls and sucking them slightly, smiling when he heard the sleepy moans of Song Jian. “That’s it. Let me take care of you.”

“Ah-Hua…” How was he going to say no? Song Jian loved being waked up like that. His breathing started to become heavier, opening more his legs to give him more access, stretching his body a bit.

Chen Hua couldn’t help biting softly his thigh when he felt him stretching. Noticing him relaxed under his attention made him feel butterflies in his belly among a warm sensation growing in his chest. While he caressed the leg he had on top of his shoulder, the other hand flied to the other’s testicles, massaging them. After licking a bit more his sex, he finally took it in his mouth, sucking slowly and bobbing his head up and down. 

Song Jian’s moans were increasing in number and in tone, louder every second that passed, but without any rush in his voice. He abandoned himself to Chen Hua’s cares, absolutely calmed. A tiny smile danced on his lips, his hands slowly going down to Chen Hua’s hair, caressing it. 

“Ah-Hua…” He called again, moaning his name. He moved a bit his hips unconsciously, his legs jerking a bit every time he felt his husband’s tongue playing with his glans. “More…”

Chen Hua had to left for a second the great pleasure that was staying between Song Jian’s legs, going up again, breathing some fresh air and looking at him at eyes. Song Jian finally opened them, and his look, still sleepy, with his hair disheveled, and a nice reddish tone in his cheeks and neck, going down to his chest covered by the hooded sweater made his chest being filled by a nice, warm feeling.  He bended down a bit to kiss him, meaning to be soft, but Song Jian seemed more awake now, replying to the kiss in a more passionate way. But even if the kiss was deep, it still went slow, without any rush. He looked at the other, then, stroking his cheek before stretching his arm to take the lube.

“I’m gonna tell you a big secret.” Chen Hua said, with a cheeky smile, taking the lube. Song Jian arched a brow, with a tiny smile on his lips too. Chen Hua caressed the other’s nose with his own, kissing his forehead after it then and looking at his eyes. “You are perfect.”

“Oh?” Song Jian smile became playful, stroking a bit his hair, placing some locks of the white hair of his husband behind his ear. “So you are using this tactic, ha? Let me tell you something, come closer.”

Chen Hua arched a brow, smiling, coming even closer. He felt Song Jian’s breath in his ear for one second, and the next one he felt a playful bite in his neck.

“Ah-Jian!” Both laughed, Chen Hua ‘struggling’ to get free, trying to tickle Song Jian, who finally let him go. Among laughs, Chen Hua tried to pout. “That was a trap!”

“Yes, it was.” 

“So cruel.”

“Oh, I’m not perfect anymore?” Song Jian asked, playfully. Chen Hua kissed him again, and then looked at him at the eyes, lifting the covers a bit as he was going down again.

“You are perfect all the time, Ah-Jian.” He said, just before covering himself with the blankets to go down again.

Song Jian couldn’t stop biting his lower lip, one arm covering his face with a silly smile. It was a good thing Chen Hua wasn’t watching him now: he had such a silly expression! But he couldn’t help it, how could he? Chen Hua saying this things to him made his heart do funny things. 

But soon he felt again some sensitive parts of his body being attended, letting out a deep sigh. Chen Hua was taking his time, feeling more strokes here and there, kisses and licks making him tremble, sucks and rubs stealing moans from his throat. After a while, he felt the pressure of a wet finger in his entrance, just caressing the rim at first and, some long seconds later, at the same time he felt Chen Hua deepthroating him, he felt the finger go inside him. His hips jerked, his hands landing, one, in his husband’s hair one more time, gripping it softly after taking off the blankets, and the other looking for the free hand of Chen Hua, intertwining their fingers. He wanted to see his husband, trying to focus on that even if his eyes closed unconsciously sometime because of the pleasure.

Chen Hua moved the finger calmly, looking up to see Song Jian’s face, giving him a smile while he took his time taking care of him. It didn’t take too long until he put inside another finger: after last night, Song Jian seemed already used to the sensation, even if he seemed a bit sore. Chen Hua bended slightly his fingers, pressing that sweet spot of him, making Song Jian shudder and arch his back, a loud moan filling the room. Chen Hua kept the motion, and Song Jian couldn’t help opening a little more his legs, thrusting his hips a bit.

Seeing Song Jian like that because of him was the best sight Chen Hua would ever see. His member was already hard even before Song Jian woke up, and now he couldn’t help rubbing against the bed. When he said to Song Jian his greatest pleasure was his pleasure it wasn’t a lie, and he felt he could come just like that, but he still couldn’t help moving his hips seeking for some relief. His intention all the time was to focus on Song Jian, and he never meant to do something more like what he was doing now. Even using his fingers was an extra that he didn’t planned, doing it just because his husband asked for it, as he thought he would be too sore. No, that morning he only wanted him to have a nice, relaxing awaken.

“Ah-Hua, yes, just like that—“ Song Jian sounded breathless, opening his eyes again. He didn’t noticed when he closed them again, too distracted because of the pleasure. But seeing his husband looking at him like that between his legs almost made him come, moaning louder. “Oh— Please—“ He shuddered, biting his lower lip, gripping harder Chen Hua’s hand. “I need you— Ah!— I need to feel you, Ah-Hua—“

Chen Hua had to summon all his self control at that moment for not opening wide the other’s leg and going inside him. He kissed Song Jian’s marked thighs one more time, going up calmly, kissing and licking here and there one more time, lifting a bit the sweater. He didn’t stop moving his fingers, neither let Song Jian’s hand go.

“Ah-Jian—“ Song Jian kissed him deep, attracting him with his legs. Chen Hua couldn’t help moaning in the kiss when his sex rubbed against Song Jian’s, both moving his hips agains each other. “Oh Ah-Jian—“ 

They both kissed, licked and bit here and there, panting and moaning. Song Jian’s free hand went down, stroking his husband member, who shivered on top of him, calling his name one more time. 

“My Song Jian, my love— Ah— You are so perfect, so handsome—“

“Ah-Hua—“ He looked at the other at the eyes, a tiny smile dancing on his lips. He licked the other’s ones. “More.”

Chen Hua moaned loud, hiding his face in his neck, biting it softly. Even if they were taking their time, he felt like he was going to explode in any moment, too many emotions filing the air. 

“I’m sure.” Song Jian replied even before Chen Hua asked, making him look at his eyes one more time. “I want to feel you. Please.”