Yichen's hands trembled as they slid from Zhiyuan's face down to his neck, thumbs brushing away the fresh tears that spilled over. The kiss deepened, tongues tangling in a frantic dance, Yichen pouring every unspoken word of devotion into it. He tasted the salt of Zhiyuan's tears mixed with the faint bitterness of withdrawal sweat, and it only fueled the fire raging in his chest. Pulling back just enough to breathe, Yichen pressed his forehead against Zhiyuan's, their noses bumping in a clumsy, endearing way that made his heart clench.
"You're so beautiful like this," Yichen murmured, voice husky and low, eyes locked on Zhiyuan's glistening ones. "Even when you're breaking, you're the most perfect thing I've ever seen. Let me take care of you, bao bei. Let me show you how much you mean to me." His fingers traced the bite mark on his own neck, a small sting that grounded him, reminding him this was real.
Zhiyuan whimpered, fresh tears welling up as his body arched instinctively toward Yichen's touch. The withdrawal clawed at him, making his skin feel like it was on fire, but Yichen's words wrapped around him like a lifeline. He nodded shakily, lips parted on a sob, hands clutching at Yichen's shirt as if afraid he'd vanish.
With gentle urgency, Yichen shifted them, easing Zhiyuan back onto the rumpled sheets. The dim light cast soft shadows over Zhiyuan's flushed skin, highlighting the sheen of sweat and the quiver of his muscles. Yichen hovered above him, drinking in the sight Zhiyuan's chest heaving, nipples pebbled from the cool air and fever, his cock already half-hard and straining against his pants, a testament to the raw need bubbling beneath the pain.
"Shh, I've got you," Yichen whispered, leaning down to press soft, reverent kisses along Zhiyuan's jawline, then down to his throat. He nuzzled there, inhaling deeply, savoring the unique scent that was all Zhiyuan musky and sweet, like rain-soaked earth after a storm. His lips parted, and he sucked lightly at the pulse point, feeling it race under his tongue. Zhiyuan gasped, a tear slipping free to trace down his temple, his fingers threading into Yichen's hair with a desperate grip.
Yichen's hands roamed lower, palms skimming over Zhiyuan's sides, thumbs hooking into the waistband of his pants. He tugged them down slowly, reverently, exposing inch after inch of pale, trembling skin. Zhiyuan's cock sprang free, fully erect now, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Yichen's breath hitched at the sight, his own arousal throbbing painfully in his jeans, but this wasn't about him not yet. This was worship, pure and devoted.
"Look at you," Yichen breathed, voice thick with awe. He wrapped a hand around Zhiyuan's shaft, stroking from base to tip in a firm, deliberate motion. Zhiyuan bucked into the touch, a broken cry escaping his lips, tears streaming freely now as pleasure pierced through the haze of agony. "So responsive. You're doing so well, holding on for me." He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the head of Zhiyuan's cock, tongue flicking out to lap at the salty bead there.
Zhiyuan's sob was half-sob, half-moan, his body writhing as Yichen took him into his mouth. The heat was intense, Yichen's lips sealing around the length, sucking hard while his hand worked the base. He bobbed his head, taking him deeper with each pass, the wet sounds filling the room alongside Zhiyuan's ragged breaths. Tears soaked the pillow beneath Zhiyuan's head, his eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming sensation the pull of withdrawal warring with the bliss Yichen was giving him.
Yichen pulled off with a soft pop, crawling back up to capture Zhiyuan's mouth in another kiss, letting him taste himself on Yichen's tongue. "I love every part of you," he said against Zhiyuan's lips, nipping playfully at the bottom one before soothing it with a lick. His hands explored further, cupping Zhiyuan's ass, kneading the firm flesh as he ground his clothed erection against Zhiyuan's thigh. The friction was teasing, building tension, but Yichen kept his focus on Zhiyuan, fingers dipping between his cheeks to circle his entrance teasingly.
"Please... Yichen..." Zhiyuan begged, voice cracking on a fresh wave of tears. His legs parted wider, inviting, vulnerable. The emotional floodgates had opened he cried not just from pain, but from the tenderness cracking through his defenses, from feeling truly seen for the first time in so long.
Yichen's heart swelled, a cute, boyish smile tugging at his lips even as his eyes burned with intensity. "I'll make it good for you, my love. So good you'll forget everything else." He kissed away a tear from Zhiyuan's cheek, then pushed one finger inside, slow and steady, crooking it to brush that sensitive spot.
Zhiyuan keened, back arching off the bed, tears flowing unchecked as pleasure sparked through him. Yichen added a second finger, scissoring gently at first, then thrusting harder, matching the rhythm to Zhiyuan's rising sobs. "That's it, cry for me," Yichen encouraged softly, his free hand stroking Zhiyuan's hair, thumb wiping at his damp lashes. "Let it all out. I'm here, holding you through it."
The stretch burned sweetly, Zhiyuan's body clenching around the intrusion, but Yichen's worshipful touches kisses peppered across his collarbone, whispers of adoration in his ear made it all feel safe, cherished. Yichen's fingers pumped faster, harder, hitting that spot relentlessly until Zhiyuan was a mess of tears and moans, cock leaking steadily onto his stomach.
Finally, Yichen withdrew his fingers, shedding his own clothes in hurried motions. His cock stood rigid, veins pulsing. He positioned himself between Zhiyuan's legs, rubbing the tip against his hole, teasing until Zhiyuan whined cutely, hips lifting in plea.
"Ready for me?" Yichen asked, voice rough with restraint, leaning down to nuzzle Zhiyuan's nose in an affectionate Eskimo kiss that belied the hardness to come.
Zhiyuan nodded, tears blurring his vision, whispering, "yes..."
Yichen pushed in with one firm thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Zhiyuan cried out, nails digging into Yichen's back, tears spilling as the fullness overwhelmed him. Yichen stilled, buried deep, kissing every tear he could reach eyelids, cheeks, the corner of his mouth. "You're incredible," he panted, starting to move, hips snapping forward in hard, deliberate strokes. "Taking me so well, so tight and perfect. I love you like this, open and raw for me."
The pace built, intense and unrelenting, Yichen's body slamming into Zhiyuan's with bruising force, but each thrust was laced with care his hands cradling Zhiyuan's hips, lips murmuring sweet nothings between grunts. Zhiyuan's cries turned to sobs of ecstasy, tears mixing with sweat as he clung to Yichen, the withdrawal's grip loosening in the face of this fierce connection.
Yichen reached between them, jerking Zhiyuan's cock in time with his thrusts, the dual sensation pushing Zhiyuan over the edge. He came with a shattered wail, cum spurting hot over Yichen's hand and his own chest, body convulsing in release. Tears poured from him, cathartic and freeing, as waves of pleasure drowned the pain.
Yichen followed moments later, groaning Zhiyuan's name like a prayer, spilling inside him with deep, grinding thrusts. He collapsed gently atop Zhiyuan, careful not to crush him, peppering his face with soft, cute kisses amid the aftershocks. "My brave boy," he whispered, wiping away the last tears with tender thumbs. "You did so good. I'm so proud of you. Rest now i'm not going anywhere."
Zhiyuan sniffled, a watery smile breaking through as he nestled into Yichen's chest, the storm finally quieting in the warmth of his embrace.