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See, I've thought about it for a while, and I do actually really like the original position for these two, but Seeky's jacked up photoshoot and Ocean's babygirl go-lucky behavior had me thinking. Cuz he's also the opposite of Wenlang before he got lovey-dovey and cutie with Tu.
POV: 3rd Person
Jiang Heng is adorable.
That is secret to no one, which is why Peien feels so possessive. Although it's inwardly and never seen outside - except for under the watchful eye of Huang Xing, who seemed to be just as knowingly as his character - he does let it slip every once in a while. When his hands find the taller man's waist, when he pulls Heng closer to him on a bench seat because his arm was just brushing Xing's ever so slightly. When he banters just a little too much with the bickering, and it ignites Peien's small insecurity.
The eldest of Desire 4 has problems mentally, and they all know that. Maybe due to his insecure past that has him acting like Heng is able to be lost in his arms even as he holds him tight. Tonight, it seems like one of those.. nights.
When he feels a little too down, and when he feels as though he's lost his lover, even if it's not true. Spiraling into the many things he would mess up later in their relationship, fumbling and stumbling and Heng would be tired of him, frustrated because of his clumsy quietness, and go off.
Heng, as the amazing man that he is, can tell from the moment they got into their car and drove back to their shared apartment, that - well. Something was off.
Shutting the door behind them, as Peien toed off his shoes and pushed them aside with his feet to put on slippers instead, Heng had thrown himself onto his back, clinging like he always does. The warmth fills him, but there's only so much it can do to his mood.
Pecks met his temple, then down to his jaw, cheek, and everywhere. On his nose, even. "Heng.." He really, really, wants something. And yet, he doesn't want to do anything. It's numbing, this feeling that's pushing and pulling him to the brick of destruction. "I-.."
"Are you okay, baobei?" He doesn't even know how they ended up here, but Heng is straddling his lap, and holding him close. Nuzzling, and cuddling, and giving him so much love it brings him to tears. The younger man holds him, and he feels worse, yet better.
"I'm sorry, you were having a good day and I-" He's cut off.
"No. You have nothing to be sorry for. You don't ruin anything - you've never." The way Jiang just gathers him in his arms, the way he weighs him down by sitting on his lap - it keeps him from floating. This is what he needs. "I love you, I love you so much." In every way, no matter what.
His stubbornness and determination to love Peien could rival the dense and obliviousness of Wenlang. He had bubbled out a laugh, burying his face in the young man's chest, nosing the sternum which had been covered by his soft sweater. Smelling of a soft cologne, almost like..
"Yes, I bought my own cologne. And yes-.. it's Iris." Very faintly, it is. As though it might help the man get into character. Which, Peien had found ironic, considering how he was just about to say-
"No, I was laughing because you're nothing like Shen Wenlang.. but you just proved me wrong."
"Are you calling me dense?" Like this, his pouty face with a furrow of the eyebrows, he had looked just like his tempered character. Peien had blinked away the blurriness of his eyes that came from his earlier tears of being in distraught, replaced by a look that always made Heng a little.. flustered. As though it had set butterflies in his stomach.
A blush is on his face in seconds. Heng huffed. Peien always had a look for him specifically. As though he had hung the stars for him, and the older man really does seem to think so with the way he continues to nuzzle, pulling at his waist until they're chest to chest, quiet. Comfortable. Home.
He doesn't need to look at Heng again to feel the younger man slowly smiling into his shoulder, softening in his arms and pliant under his own embrace. Fully on his lap, they're practically the same height, and Peien likes the weight.
"Thank you, I love you." His voice is muffled against the younger man's shoulder, but Heng had only pulled away to cup his face and smile at him like he was adorable. His pearly whites are pretty just like the rest of him, and when the younger man kisses him, he doesn't hold back.
Arms wrapped around Heng's waist like it was made to be there, he held the taller man close. Pulling, and pushing until the younger laid flat on his back, Peien between his thighs. "I love you, too." His smile is so bright, and he pulls Peien down to meet his lips once more, head tilting upwards as he grinds his hips back. Just like the rest of his personality, he's loud.
He doesn't feel shame in showing Peien how the older man makes him feel, and he moans into his mouth. Peien is soft on him when they do these things, so even as he's bucking his hips up, and grinding against the older man's clothed erection, they still have to take things painstakingly slow. "Ngh- hurry.."
It's been way too long since they've done this due to their long and early schedules. "Baobei," the amused chuckle leaves the man's throat, and it gives Heng goosebumps all over. "You have to lift your hips, I can't get these off you." The large hands pat his side, and he suddenly feels embarrassed. It seemed he was so eager to rut himself against the fabric of Peien's jeans, that he wasn't able to keep himself still enough.
"Agh.. help me, then!" Heng's face heats up, and Peien thinks it's the cutest thing in the world.
"Alright, alright."
Those garments are off in seconds, and because it's been so long, Heng is painfully tight. So even as a rather thoroughly lubed finger intrudes him, it still sent him stiff, grasping onto Peien's arm, and wrapping the other arm around his shoulders to pull him close. At least when their lips meet, he's distracted from the unpleasantness while the older fingers him open.
"Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?" Kisses are placed from his jaw, down onto his neck and collar. Only when it reaches the lower parts of his chest are there real marks being placed. Blooming in faint reds and some already starting to show purplish bruises. Heng shakes his head.
The bites get a little rougher when they move to the more sensitive areas, and when that mouth engulfs the pink bud, the taller man arches his back into the hot cavern, gasping.
"Pei-Peien." His chest heaves in a hard breath, feeling as though air had been punched out of his lungs. "I- I need you." He grinds down on the added two digits to the first. Peien, who had asked him once more if this was enough and if he was actually ready - is finally ripping open a packet of condoms.
There's even more lube that gets put on in order to help the glide in, and it works wonderfully. The stretch still makes him writhe, goosebumps forming once more on his flushed body, but Peien makes sure to give him kisses on the underside of his jaw. Comforting Heng just like how the younger had comforted him earlier with his hugs.
Throwing his arms around Peien, he pulled him impossibly closer. The shorter man is seated fully within him, and he wraps his legs around his waist. "Ngh.. y-you can move.."
The drag against his slick walls are painfully slow. Peien treats him as though he's fragile, but he likes it like this, too. He's never asked Li if he had ever wanted to go faster. If he wanted to do it to Heng in a rougher way. Though, he guesses, he'd be the one who had to bring it up first if he was the one bottoming.
Ah, it was funny how Peien was put to play Gao Tu. He's sure the NongJian sisters have at least once thought the opposite of them when they see them two together. Heng would never have a limp like Qiu, though. That poor guy had a rough and obsessive boyfriend. That kid Xing is perfect for Hua Yong.
His boyfriend's rabbit-face looks down at him with the type of love that makes his heart warm, and as those hips piston against and away from him in a steady, slow, rhythm, their lips meet once more. Bitten and swollen with a passion that only they share. A slow dance that was full of everything they need to say.
"Ah- ngh.. you feel so good around me." Hot breath against his neck is enough to make his legs tighten and his walls clench. Peien takes it has his cue to go faster. Pushing against that good spot he found earlier with his fingers, and Heng moans freely into the air, grasping at the older's hair.
He feels that mouth run over his neck, never biting because he's cautious, licking a stripe down his chest where he finally bites all he wants, and Heng throws an arm over his eyes. Jiang can't think of anything else but the clouding pleasure. The way those hips snap quicker, setting a faster rhythm between each minute. A climb that is completely worth it.
'I love you's are common between them, it's so common, it holds so much yet not enough at the same time. But like this, when Peien kisses his lips in a devoted hunger, a restraint that finally breaks when he snaps his hips towards the end to chase his own pleasure and Heng's, when a hand wraps around his girth and jerks him off, the 'I love you' that fall from both their mouths, it feels rewarding.
Peien only ever loses his control towards the end, and Heng can just tell he would suffer if the older man really let go. "I'm so- so- close.. Peien-" His gasps against Peien's open mouth, exchanging hot panting breaths. Those eyes meet his own, and neither of them can pull away.
Their climax hits when their hips collide one last time, and an arm his pulled around his waist instead of his hips, gathering him up and holds him close. Peien is strong enough to keep him up on his lap, a little tilted down, and Heng's core is burning. Both from his own release and because of the frozen sit-up he's being pulled to do.
Heng sits, panting, the shorter man's face is hidden in his neck. They catch their breath like this. With Peien's arms wrapped around him, and his owns returning the embrace. The sun, which had been setting when they came home, had already been replaced by the moonlit sky.
At the end of the day, no depressant beat Heng's endless warmth. The way he smiles after despite being exhausted, kissing Peien's nose.. it's perfect.
Jiang Heng, Peien thinks, is his remedy.
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Author's Note: Actually thinking about making Wenlang a subtop or bratty bottom pillow princess Xiao Tuzi will never escape being his servant, even as a lover