Just us

Although it seemed absurd since they lived together, it had been a while since they had shared any intimacy. University was consuming them, even though they were only in their second year; as soon as they got home, they showered and went straight to sleep because of exhaustion, causing their sexual desire to simply accumulate without any intention of stopping.

But here they are now, drenched in sweat and melting into each other as if the world were about to end.

𓇢

The wet sound of skin slapping together filled the room. Hoarse moans and soft gasps mingled as hands searched for something to hold onto, the owners completely immersed in the desire to be intimate after a long day, having missed each other for not being able to meet at any point.

— You feel so good, Ter —Duang murmured, his hands taking hold of the lower boy's hips.

— I missed you so much —His thrusts were deep, not rushed but slow and deliberate, aiming to find that spot that drove his boyfriend wild, who now gazed at him with such longing.

— Me too..ah duang —Qin raised his arms, wrapping them around his boyfriend's neck as his legs tangled around his narrow waist, digging his heels into his lower back in an invitation.

—More, d-duang more... —The words came out in a broken whisper, bringing his lips closer to the chestnut-haired man's, who immediately sealed his mouth against his in a kiss full of love, desire and longing while their hips began to collide more forcefully at the other's request, letting themselves be carried away by lust and the warm sensation that oppressed him as he was inside the pale man.

A strand of saliva connected their lips as they parted, gazing at each other as if they were the only person in the other's life. Duang's hands slid down to Qin's thighs, squeezing, digging his nails hard into the flesh before lifting both legs onto his shoulders, forcing him to lean forward, going deeper and deeper.

Qin threw his head back against the mattress, biting his lower lip hard as his hands gripped the sheets, his feet entwined behind Duang's neck in excitement, making the other smile with satisfaction as his hands now roamed over the smooth white skin, leaning down a little further until they reached his boyfriend's nipples. He bit them lightly, circling them with his tongue before sucking, eliciting a plaintive moan from the dark-haired man.

—Fuck duang, harder —The tone, changing slightly in response to that command, made his cock throb with excitement inside him.

Duang smiled mockingly, straightening up until he was kneeling on the bed, his hands on Qin's legs for support, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, his hips thrust uncontrollably, crashing directly against the other's prostate.

Qin greeted him with moans, thrusting his hips back, seeking to meet each stroke his boyfriend gave him. He too was drenched in sweat, his cheeks flushed and his black hair spread across the white pillowcase as white as his skin, saliva pooling obscenely in his open mouth.

The pressure in his belly became increasingly noticeable until it hurt; he didn't want it to end, not yet. He would give anything to prolong that pleasurable sensation that only Duang could give him.

— D-duang.. —

The man looked up, knowing perfectly well what was about to happen; he too was close, too close.

Still with Qin's legs over his shoulders, he leaned forward completely, pressing the other's thighs against his own chest, going even deeper from that position, making his boyfriend member rub against their bodies.

— Come with me, Ter —He said, licking the collarbone that glistened with previous saliva, biting several times, moving up until he reached his beloved's mouth, melting them both into a deep kiss.

Qin raised his hands, his fingers now tangling in the sweaty brown hair, gently tugging as the sensation became too intense.

A wave of pure pleasure hit him, making him arch his back abruptly until his back lifted off the mattress, hot jets of fluid erupting, staining his abdomen. Duang, unfazed, continued thrusting until finally reaching his climax a few seconds later, his body trembling slightly with the intensity in small spasms, filling his boyfriend's insides without a care in the world.

𓇢

— Ter..—He collapsed, burying his face in the boy's pale neck as he felt arms encircle his broad back, pulling him closer to the warmth, to his home.

— Mmm —Qin traced the skin with his fingers, his eyes closed, completely exhausted. His legs, now lowered, wrapped around his boyfriend's waist again, this time to embrace his man, holding him there.

Their breaths mingled until they were regular, the low sound of the fan accompanying them as they clung to each other, sharing the same tiredness, the same warmth, the same love, since they met.

— I love you —Duang blurted out suddenly, his voice muffled against the dark-haired man's neck. In the dim light, the man smiled tenderly, running his fingers along Duang's cheek, drawing him out of his hiding place. He gave him one of those looks that lingered longer than expected.

— I love you too, I love you so much —Qin replied without preamble, gently holding his face and beginning to place soft kisses all over his boyfriend's face.

If the Qin of a few years ago saw him like that, being affectionate, he'd probably throw up. He wasn't used to being affectionate, or to receiving that kind of affection; he didn't allow anyone to be after that experience. But all that changed, thanks to Duang, and he was grateful for it.

The boy blushed at the kisses, burying his face in his neck like a puppy and hugging his waist tightly.

— Terr, you're going to make Duang die of love —Duang said, leaving small kisses on his skin before getting up and finding towels to clean them both up.

Having thoroughly cleaned themselves, they snuggled into bed, covering their bodies with a thin sheet. The warmer months were approaching, and university projects were breathing down their necks, but that wasn't what mattered now.

They had each other, they loved each other, and they could both count on each other's help. That was all they needed, and that was enough.

Only them.

"Just us".

That was what Qin whispered before falling asleep on his lover's chest.