Lost in Korea

The Fire We Lit

They collapsed into the bed, an expensive leather jacket falling to the floor as lips moulded and hands intertwined. Long legs were wrapped around a strong waist as hands pushed into a muscular back, drawing a panting man infinitely closer.

Jingyu's lips trailed away from Zhou's, lighting fire wherever they touched. His jawline, his neck, his collarbones. A wet trail of desire left WeiZhou grinding his middle up hopelessly, trying to get some sort of friction from Jingyu, who refused to give his little prince what he wanted unless he was willing to beg for it.

But WeiZhou knew he had Jingyu wrapped around his baby finger, knew he could get anything with a little whining.

"Jingyuuuu." He moaned, drawing out the syllable when Jingyu sat up straight, leaving his body to stare at the mess he was making.

And what a mess WeiZhou was. Disheveled hair, watery eyes, plump red lips looking like a fruit you could take a bite out of. And Jingyu did.

He pulled away from the kiss. "What do you want, baby." He stroked WeiZhou cheek, sighing a laugh when he heard a huff of anger from his boyfriend.

"Want you." WeiZhou reached up, making grabby hands for Jingyu. That was more than enough for him right now.

Jingyu leaned down, connecting their lips once again, then reaching down and unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them to the floor and stepping out of them.

WeiZhou moaned when he felt a hand begin to palm at his crotch, nursing his growing erection. Jingyu pulled away, standing up and untying the string on Zhou's sweats. He pulled them down only to giggle at his lover.

"What?" WeiZhou asked. A glance down reminded him of what Jingyu was laughing about.

"No underwear?"

WeiZhou blushed slightly. "I just got out of the shower when you knocked." His slight embarrassment left his body when Jingyu bent down and began to kiss at abdomen, moving a hand upward to touch a defined chest, finding the nubs of pleasure situated there and rolling then between fingers.

Jingyu moved lower, pulling off the only article of clothing between him and the organ he wanted to touch. His hand left the nipple and moved to stroke a leaking cock, watching carefully as precum spilled out from the tip and dripped down the length. WeiZhou whimpered softly when Jingyu began to move his hand, flicking his wrist to collect the wet substance and use it as a lubricant.

WeiZhou's hips lifted off the bed when Jingyu's mouth touched the tip. He let out a strangled moan as Jingyu moved his mouth downwards, taking in more of WeiZhou, all the way until his nose brushed against bristly hair and his gag reflex fired. From experience, Jingyu was able to stay calm, knowing there was nothing his baby wanted more than slow, sensual sex.

WeiZhou moaned when he pulled off, then slid back down again. He worked in that rhythm, waiting until WeiZhou's hand curled in his hair to speed up.

"Jingyu, I'm close." A broken voice spoke, and so Jingyu pulled away, staring at his love with lustful eyes. A small whimper said more that words ever could.

"Lube in the drawer?" Jingyu always asked, even though it never moved places. WeiZhou nodded, moving up further on the bed and spreading his legs so Jingyu could access his body more easily.

The older man poured the lube onto his hand, rubbing his other hand on WeiZhou's torso, then slowly moving it down to take hold of a thigh and place calf on shoulder.

His hand found the spot where flesh parted to reveal a waiting spot of unfulfilled pleasure. He started with one finger, next moving to two when WeiZhou protested. He moved his fingers roughly, trying to find the special spot that he knew would make Zhou writhe.

One more finger, a loud moan, and Jingyu was at his last wits.

"Tell me what you want, Zhou." He leaned down, kissing a nipple and withdrawing his fingers to the disapproval of his boyfriend. "I can't read your mind, you'll have to use your words."

WeiZhou sighed, moving his hips slowly. "I want you, Jingyu."

Jingyu kneaded the soft skin of WeiZhou's bottom. "I still don't know what you want." In a moment of experimentation, Jingyu raised his hand, delivering a small slap to WeiZhou's ass. WeiZhou jolted with the sting, moaning again.

"I want to to fuck me." WeiZhou surrendered, reaching down to touch his swollen cock.

Jingyu grinned, stripping off the last of his clothes and positioning himself at WeiZhou's entrance. WeiZhou tipped his head back with a groan. "Come on, put it in me." He whined. "Please."

With that, Jingyu pushed himself in, feeling the hot sensation of WeiZhou's flesh hugging his cock tight. He couldn't wait for a signal from his lover, and began to pull out and push back in rhythmically.

This. This was the thing WeiZhou would always miss. The feeling of perfect connection to one another, more than a dick in an ass, more than two men together. It was a feeling neither could ever dream of replicating, a hot, burning sensation in both that was really a fire, being fed gasoline constantly.

But WeiZhou needed more to climax. He wrapped his legs around a torso, then sat up and pulled Jingyu down, almost aggressively, bringing him closer.

Sweet moans sounded like honey to Jingyu's ear, each quieted sigh or expressed yelp caused by his constant pounding. He kissed WeiZhou's collarbones, taking a hold his his hips to thrust in harder, faster, more than WeiZhou could ever ask for.

"I-I'm close." WeiZhou stammered, reaching a hand down to touch himself. "Jingyu, kiss me."

Jingyu knew something about WeiZhou nobody else did. He loved to be kissed before he came.

So Jingyu leaned down, connecting their lips in a insanely sweet, but delicate kiss. White fluid spilled onto a pale stomach as muscles contracted inside a body, causing the other man to come as well.

Jingyu collapsed next to WeiZhou, taking a deep breath and smoothing our hair. WeiZhou smiled softly, kissing the tip of Jingyu's nose.

"We should go for coffee." He said, stroking his boyfriend's cheek. "You can drive me there on your motorcycle."