Xiaokai dragged his thumb across Weiran’s bottom lip, wiping off the precum. He could barely breathe at the sight of Weiran like this—he was so beautiful that Xiaokai had no idea how to say it out loud. He spent the majority of his life learning how to say pretty words to charm his clients, but when it came to Weiran, all of that training was for naught. Xiaokai had broken Weiran by making him fall in love; Weiran had broken Xiaokai in an entirely different way.

Weiran caught Xiaokai’s finger between his teeth. He was still smiling. Xiaokai felt something flutter within his chest.

“Take off your pants,” he said.

“Yes, sir.” Weiran wiggled out of his pants and his underwear at the same time and tossed them both onto the floor. His body was beautiful too—long and lean and not quite muscled but certainly well taken care of; he climbed over Xiaokai and ground the cleft of his ass against Xiaokai’s cock with ease, the muscles hardening in his legs. “Say it again,” he whispered. Xiaokai pushed himself upward, wrapped an arm around the back of his neck. He kissed Weiran and tasted salt.

“I love you.”

Weiran lined Xiaokai up with his hole. His mouth opened against Xiaokai’s as he pushed himself down, stretching himself onto Xiaokai. “Hah—say it again.”

“I love you.” Xiaokai’s fingers dug into the muscles of Weiran’s hips. It was taking all he had not to just push upward, bury himself to the hilt inside Weiran, bask in the soft warmth. “I love you.”

Weiran didn’t so much as kiss him as he smashed their mouths together again—wet and desperate and searching—as he slid downward onto Xiaokai’s length. “Oh, f—ngh—the condom, I forgot—” His words were expressing regret, but his actions showed no such grievances, and only ground harder against Xiaokai like he was trying to get him as deep as possible. “I—forgot—”

Xiaokai cradled the back of Weiran’s head and buried his nose into the crook of Weiran’s neck, tasted the sweat there, breathed in the keening desperation. “Ride me,” he said. “There you are, gege.”

The nickname sent a shudder through Weiran’s body, and he clenched around Xiaokai tight enough to make both of them cry out. “Don’t—call me that while—ah—or I’m going to come.”

Once Xiaokai got over that wave of pleasure, he started laughing. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, that was my fault.” And then he got right up against Weiran’s ear, because he knew Weiran would hate it—“That’s my fault…gege.”

Weiran came hard and fast all over Xiaokai’s stomach. Xiaokai came a moment later, his hips jerking, pressing his forehead into Weiran’s shoulder. Then he laughed again. Weiran smacked him.

“That’s playing dirty!”