yakuza! yuta x camboy! winwin
In which Sicheng just wants to follow his dreams, and Yuta just wants to spoil him.
started 07-27-24 / finished 08-19-24
#10 in Yuwin
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Yuta was procrastinating again, it was 1 am and he was convinced his body was trained to get horny at that specific time, it'd been months since he started doing private sessions with Sicheng, but it wasn't nightly, more like three to four days a week.
Tomorrow was his inauguration, the thought of Sicheng in that black dress haunted him like a ghost. And it only got worse yesterday, when Sicheng sent him a picture of him in the full extravagant get up. His wedged Mary Jane heels paired perfectly with the dress, as well as the prestigious black choker that added to the attractiveness of this look.
He also was wearing a bra underneath the dress, with a chicken cutlet to give the illusion of breasts. His pose was blatantly sexual, holding his phone, which was pointed at his bedroom mirror, with one hand, and one of his fake breasts with the other. His mouth was open in a sensual matter.
Yuta grabbed his phone from his bedside table to look at it once more, his head has not been clear since he saw that damn photo. His twitched, he started thinking about Sicheng in that dress, becoming completely submissive for him, doing whatever he's told. hand slipped down his pants, and began to stroke his already semi-hard cock.
He got to full-mast quickly, envisioning Sicheng's pretty lips around his dick, on his knees in his little black dress. How good he'd look with his face painted by cum, he wanted to see what that would look like so much.
He spent a lot of time thinking about taking Sicheng's virginity, but non-penetrative sex seemed so much more obtainable considering their current camaraderie, it only made the fantasy more intoxicating. It wasn't very long until he came, couldn't hold himself back just by the thought.
Finally, hopefully that would lull him back to sleep. He began to drift off, his phone lying on his bare chest, as he was too tired to move it back to his nightstand. As he began to drift off, his phone awoke him with a buzz, it was Sicheng.
He sent a photo of himself, unkempt compared to prior. His hair was scuffled, and his makeup was smudged. The dress strap was now hanging off of right shoulder, he was fucked out, and it was magnificent.
"Huh, I guess we both crave routine." Yuta snickered.
