"I'm not much of a screamer, either," Cassidy replies, his lip curling in something that's almost a smirk. "But there's ways to be entertainin' without gettin' noisy, are there not?"
He bites his lip idly, considering the real question — how does he want to play it this time? The answer would've been so much simpler if He Ming had the opposite set of parts.
...and then, Cassidy remembers he has something that can help them out here.
"Mmf. Hang on." He doesn't try to get He Ming to stop what he's doing, exactly, but he does reach a hand out toward the drawer of his nightstand, pulling it open and rummaging around blindly until he pulls out a bottle of lube. The label proclaims, in cartoonish, purple letters, that the stuff is grape-scented.
"So, we've done one of the classics. Fellatio." He waggles the bottle. "How 'bout some old-fashioned sodomy?"
They could play without being noisy, but what's the fun of that? He Ming licks his lips, about to get back to hickeying Cassidy's neck when he moves away.
He returns with what is definitely a container of lube. He Ming looks at the packaging, laughs, and says, "Sure!"
If Cassidy wants to fuck him like He Ming guesses he does, he can do that. He reaches out to take the bottle from him. He also does Cassidy the favor of not lying all of his weight on top of him and instead sits to his side on the bed, popping the lid on the bottle and getting hit with a whiff of the advertised grape scent immediately.
"Oof." Unable to help flinching at the cloyingly sweet smell, He Ming nevertheless recovers his enthusiasm a moment later. Holding the lube, he gives Cassidy an expectant look. "How do you want to do me?"
Cassidy finds himself laughing when the bottle pops open. "Oh, God, that's vile." Not vile enough to be a turn-off, though, especially when He Ming is asking how he wants him. He gives He Ming's body a sweep with his eyes.
"On your hands and knees." He rolls to his side and places a hand on He Ming's hip, guides him into position as he starts to sit up. His palm slides over the muscle of He Ming's ass, while his other hand reaches for the lube. Cassidy slicks up his fingers, then teases a fingertip against He Ming's entrance for a brief moment before pressing inside.
That said, it's not stopping He Ming from getting what he wants. He hands it over and rolls over just as readily, putting his knees more than hip-width apart and bracing his palms eagerly on the sheets.
"Is it flavored?" he thinks to ask, a second before Cassidy enters him. Even with just one finger, He Ming is tight enough for it to feel some resistance. He rocks his hips back onto it with a soft hum and an arch of his back despite that, inhaling a deep breath, then relaxing.
There's no one else in the room. He Ming shows off anyway—pushing his ass into the air and moaning more loudly like that'll help Cassidy spread him open.
“Yeah, nice try, tryin’ to get me to lick your arsehole,” Cassidy jokes while his finger starts to work in and out. He watches He Ming’s back tense and shift, the curve of his spine as he starts to moan.
“Can tell you like puttin’ on a show,” he says, working that finger until it feels just loose enough to add a second, to stretch He Ming open. “Like makin’ a bit of noise.” While he may not be the loudest bastard in bed, himself, it feels worth it to point out:
"I do," He Ming admits with absolute readiness. To emphasize it he moves his hips from side to side, just a little, sighing in pleasure at the feeling of a second finger beginning to get him that much more open. "My boss says I just live for attention."
Whether he thinks that's true or not, He Ming doesn't say. He gives Cassidy a sweet little smile and shoves his ass back on his fingers. The sound of wet lube inside of him is lewd and loud, though not nearly as loud as He Ming when he adds, "I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me on my hands and knees like a slut, please? Until I start screaming your name?"
The whole time He Ming is grinning like it's some kind of game and not the kind of dirty talk he probably first picked up from a porno. After all, this is more fun than most games he's ever played before.
“Ooh, that’s right, boy.” Once He Ming gets chatty, it’s easy for Cassidy to follow suit. He’s grinning, too, because although this is hot, it’s also bloody ridiculous.
“I wanna hear ‘ya.” He pulls his fingers out and uses the remaining lube to coat his cock, indulging in a few solid strokes before he positions himself against He Ming’s ass.
He doesn’t give any more warning than that, but at least the entrance is slow — as much for his own benefit as for He Ming’s.
"You will," He Ming says, his voice taut and almost serious, for once. He squirms again on his fingers. His entrance is beginning to relax, at least enough to take Cassidy when the tip of his cock nudges against him.
Despite the lube and a bit of preparation, He Ming is tight and remains so as Cassidy pushes in. As promised his voice immediately rises. A drawn-out aah leaves his chest, a sound that peaks when Cassidy's hips finally touch his ass.
"Oh, God yeah. That feels so good, Cassidy... keep going. Please? Move, fuck me, fuck me, please?"
For his part, He Ming has no qualms about begging, and nor does he have any issue with pushing himself further back to take him completely to the hilt in one hard rock of his weight, all the better to feel him inside.
Tight and hot and doing a very good job of pleading. Cassidy’s face and frame tense with effort, and he takes a couple hard breaths to keep from coming right away.
“God.” One hand grips He Ming’s hip to ground him, while the other reaches for a handful of hair to pull He Ming’s head back.
Cassidy’s hips start to pulse, then thrust, slow and hard, then faster. “Oh, you feel good.” The fist in He Ming’s hair tightens, pulling the hair tighter. “So — goddamn — oh, fuck —“
The last word melts into a moan, and then a wordless shout as he starts to come. So maybe not a screamer, but he can manage loud after all.
Hands fisted in the sheets, He Ming lets out a yelp as he's yanked back. He chokes in a deep breath, letting it out in a long shaky exhale. With his head forced back his throat is exposed and the moans he lets out become louder and louder, punched out of him by each thrust. The sounds are more frequent, almost cries, as Cassidy wrenches his head back and keeps fucking him just like he wanted.
"Good," he manages to articulate. "God, good. Fuck—me, fuck me, ah—" He Ming squeezes his eyes shut and shouts, wordless, as the cock plowing in and out of his ass pulses and Cassidy begins to come inside of him. Rather than telling him to pull out, He Ming pushes himself back on his hands and knees with another oh just to feel him for that little bit longer. Panting and out of breath, He Ming continues trying to ride back on him through his climax, squeezing around him.
"I'm gonna come." He's hard, but not close enough even though his brain and mouth decide to say otherwise. With an effort, He Ming puts enough weight on his knees so that he can free a hand to reach down between his legs and start jerking himself off.
When he feels He Ming's weight shifting, Cassidy falls back on his own knees, using their point of connection and his hands on He Ming's hips to take the younger man along with him — he props He Ming up on his lap, straightens his torso to let He Ming lean back against him while he gets himself off.
To help him along, Cassidy lets his hands roam over He Ming's stomach and chest. One hand cups underneath a pec as if Cassidy expects to find a breast there — typical habits die hard — before self-correcting and teasing the nipple with a fingertip.
When he lowers his mouth toward He Ming's neck, it's as if he's watching himself do it, projecting outside of his body in the heat of the moment. Cassidy comes back to his senses just in time to force himself not to bite down too hard — but 'not too hard,' on this occasion, is still going to be hard enough to leave a mark.
Being pulled upright gives He Ming a second of disorientation, before he gets his feet properly on the sheets and adjusts to feeling Cassidy still inside him at a different angle.
"Feels good," he gets out, voice rough for once with the effort of speaking even as he gets himself off. He doesn't notice the moment before Cassidy changes the curl of his fingers, just the sudden and welcome sensation of being touched at a sensitive part of his body. "That—"
—feels great, he wants to say, but his voice catches in a startled sound at the sudden dig of teeth. It hurts. A second later, though, the pain fades and flourishes into simple sensation and pleasure. He Ming moans and rocks back, again, head tilting to the other side to expose more of his throat. When he begins to come he makes an attempt to catch the release in his hand, body tensing around Cassidy as the climax washes over him.
Not that they haven't made a bit of a mess already, but it's the thought that counts.
If pure willpower got Cassidy part of way toward proper restraint, He Ming's startled yelp is enough to get him the rest of the way there. He just holds there, feeling the shift of muscle and skin under his teeth while He Ming comes. Combined with that wanton moan, and the way He Ming tenses against him, it's enough for Cassidy's softening cock to start aching. Like it wants to get hard again.
But even if the pollen is still working on him somewhat, his body is too spent and exhausted to keep going.
He lets out one hard breath before he disengages from He Ming's neck, resting their heads together for a moment.
"Better call the laundry service, eh? Jesus." He gives He Ming a couple taps on the ass — time to get off his cock.
He feels the warm comfort of release after relaxing down again into Cassidy's arms. It's hard to imagine getting aroused again so quickly, but somehow his body is edging towards it bit by bit. It isn't nearly as strong as it was before, thankfully. He can wait a while longer.
"Haha, my bad." Having made a bit of a mess, He Ming makes an attempt to not exacerbate the situation as he shifts forward. Biting his lip at the sensation of Cassidy slipping out of him, he thinks to ask a second later, "Do you have any tissues?"
Cassidy peers over He Ming's shoulder, and for the first time actually sees how much there is to clean up.
"Oh, Jesus, right," he chuckles, and taps He Ming on the shoulder as he moves to stand. "Hang a moment."
He doesn't have tissues, precisely, but he does have a roll of toilet tissue he lifted from the bathroom. After fetching it, Cassidy tears off several squares to start cleaning his own hand before handing the roll off to He Ming. He sits back down on the edge of the bed, wipes off his fingers, then gives them a tentative sniff and frowns. The grape-and-ass smell is still clinging to them.
"Oof, that's gonna need a wash." He gives that hand a few more wipes before tossing the balled-up toilet paper in the bin.
He Ming stays on his knees in hopes of not leaking more cum from his ass to the sheets and is mostly successful. After wiping himself mostly clean with the toilet paper he gets up to toss it, laughing at Cassidy's comment.
"Don't you usually wash your hands?" he asks. "I'm going to need a whole bath."
He's sure he doesn't smell great either. That sex definitely counted as exercise.
"Yeah — definitely time to hit the showers." Cassidy looks around for his jeans and plucks them up off the floor when he finds them, starts pulling them on sans underwear. He only needs the bare minimum of dignity to make his way to the baths and back.
Due to the state of his own body, He Ming makes a second attempt to wipe himself clean before pulling his clothes back on. Partially, that is; he decides to ball up his shirt and hold it under his arm instead of putting it on.
"Let's go!" He'll get dressed properly when he's actually washed up. While they're on their trek to the baths, He Ming hums a little to himself, but for once, doesn't chatter, having been fucked into relative calm.
Cassidy is fine with the relative silence... up to a point. Partway down the hall, he glances over in He Ming's direction.
"So that's what it's like, gettin' hit with the pollen." This was, at least, the first time he's been aware of it. The others were too easy to rationalize away. "It's not so bad, actually."
"Hm? Yeah. That wasn't as bad as it was for me the first time." He Ming shrugs, looking over at Cassidy with interest. "Probably because I didn't actually go outside."
Speaking of which, it's been a while since he's gone out to a bar or 'tavern', or whatever they call it here. With a slightly growing smile he bumps his shoulder on Cassidy's.
"We should go out sometime! Everything feels like the weekend now, so I want to go to the bar."
He rarely, if ever, had the freedom to go out and drink. Now that he's here, why not take advantage of it all?
"You anglin' for a boyfriend?" Cassidy sends He Ming a teasing grin. "Or are we talkin' a friends-with-benefits situation?"
He hadn't necessarily been thinking about another encounter, but he probably should. The pool of the favored is too small for them not to bump into one another again, and He Ming's good company.
"Hah? Definitely not a boyfriend," He Ming laughs. "No offense."
Maybe if he wanted a companion for some reason... the last time He Ming had a significant other, it was a high school girlfriend. He hasn't been allowed to date anyone since, and if he's being honest, it's been nice enough.
"But we can be friends for sure, if you like the benefits."
“None taken,” Cassidy says seriously, with a shake of his head, before considering the offer.
“Well, you certainly did hop to it.” There’s something to be said for a friend in need. “And, if it helps you get your unit back — that’s a win-win, right?”
"Oh, yeah! I still don't know what I'd do with it, but I could." He Ming nods, reemphasizing it partially just to himself. "First things first, though—bathtime!"
He Ming goes through the door, tossing his clothes aside and stripping down to hop in with abandon.
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He bites his lip idly, considering the real question — how does he want to play it this time? The answer would've been so much simpler if He Ming had the opposite set of parts.
...and then, Cassidy remembers he has something that can help them out here.
"Mmf. Hang on." He doesn't try to get He Ming to stop what he's doing, exactly, but he does reach a hand out toward the drawer of his nightstand, pulling it open and rummaging around blindly until he pulls out a bottle of lube. The label proclaims, in cartoonish, purple letters, that the stuff is grape-scented.
"So, we've done one of the classics. Fellatio." He waggles the bottle. "How 'bout some old-fashioned sodomy?"
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He returns with what is definitely a container of lube. He Ming looks at the packaging, laughs, and says, "Sure!"
If Cassidy wants to fuck him like He Ming guesses he does, he can do that. He reaches out to take the bottle from him. He also does Cassidy the favor of not lying all of his weight on top of him and instead sits to his side on the bed, popping the lid on the bottle and getting hit with a whiff of the advertised grape scent immediately.
"Oof." Unable to help flinching at the cloyingly sweet smell, He Ming nevertheless recovers his enthusiasm a moment later. Holding the lube, he gives Cassidy an expectant look. "How do you want to do me?"
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"On your hands and knees." He rolls to his side and places a hand on He Ming's hip, guides him into position as he starts to sit up. His palm slides over the muscle of He Ming's ass, while his other hand reaches for the lube. Cassidy slicks up his fingers, then teases a fingertip against He Ming's entrance for a brief moment before pressing inside.
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That said, it's not stopping He Ming from getting what he wants. He hands it over and rolls over just as readily, putting his knees more than hip-width apart and bracing his palms eagerly on the sheets.
"Is it flavored?" he thinks to ask, a second before Cassidy enters him. Even with just one finger, He Ming is tight enough for it to feel some resistance. He rocks his hips back onto it with a soft hum and an arch of his back despite that, inhaling a deep breath, then relaxing.
There's no one else in the room. He Ming shows off anyway—pushing his ass into the air and moaning more loudly like that'll help Cassidy spread him open.
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“Can tell you like puttin’ on a show,” he says, working that finger until it feels just loose enough to add a second, to stretch He Ming open. “Like makin’ a bit of noise.” While he may not be the loudest bastard in bed, himself, it feels worth it to point out:
“I don’t mind if somebody hears us.”
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Whether he thinks that's true or not, He Ming doesn't say. He gives Cassidy a sweet little smile and shoves his ass back on his fingers. The sound of wet lube inside of him is lewd and loud, though not nearly as loud as He Ming when he adds, "I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me on my hands and knees like a slut, please? Until I start screaming your name?"
The whole time He Ming is grinning like it's some kind of game and not the kind of dirty talk he probably first picked up from a porno. After all, this is more fun than most games he's ever played before.
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“I wanna hear ‘ya.” He pulls his fingers out and uses the remaining lube to coat his cock, indulging in a few solid strokes before he positions himself against He Ming’s ass.
He doesn’t give any more warning than that, but at least the entrance is slow — as much for his own benefit as for He Ming’s.
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Despite the lube and a bit of preparation, He Ming is tight and remains so as Cassidy pushes in. As promised his voice immediately rises. A drawn-out aah leaves his chest, a sound that peaks when Cassidy's hips finally touch his ass.
"Oh, God yeah. That feels so good, Cassidy... keep going. Please? Move, fuck me, fuck me, please?"
For his part, He Ming has no qualms about begging, and nor does he have any issue with pushing himself further back to take him completely to the hilt in one hard rock of his weight, all the better to feel him inside.
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“God.” One hand grips He Ming’s hip to ground him, while the other reaches for a handful of hair to pull He Ming’s head back.
Cassidy’s hips start to pulse, then thrust, slow and hard, then faster. “Oh, you feel good.” The fist in He Ming’s hair tightens, pulling the hair tighter. “So — goddamn — oh, fuck —“
The last word melts into a moan, and then a wordless shout as he starts to come. So maybe not a screamer, but he can manage loud after all.
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"Good," he manages to articulate. "God, good. Fuck—me, fuck me, ah—" He Ming squeezes his eyes shut and shouts, wordless, as the cock plowing in and out of his ass pulses and Cassidy begins to come inside of him. Rather than telling him to pull out, He Ming pushes himself back on his hands and knees with another oh just to feel him for that little bit longer. Panting and out of breath, He Ming continues trying to ride back on him through his climax, squeezing around him.
"I'm gonna come." He's hard, but not close enough even though his brain and mouth decide to say otherwise. With an effort, He Ming puts enough weight on his knees so that he can free a hand to reach down between his legs and start jerking himself off.
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To help him along, Cassidy lets his hands roam over He Ming's stomach and chest. One hand cups underneath a pec as if Cassidy expects to find a breast there — typical habits die hard — before self-correcting and teasing the nipple with a fingertip.
When he lowers his mouth toward He Ming's neck, it's as if he's watching himself do it, projecting outside of his body in the heat of the moment. Cassidy comes back to his senses just in time to force himself not to bite down too hard — but 'not too hard,' on this occasion, is still going to be hard enough to leave a mark.
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"Feels good," he gets out, voice rough for once with the effort of speaking even as he gets himself off. He doesn't notice the moment before Cassidy changes the curl of his fingers, just the sudden and welcome sensation of being touched at a sensitive part of his body. "That—"
—feels great, he wants to say, but his voice catches in a startled sound at the sudden dig of teeth. It hurts. A second later, though, the pain fades and flourishes into simple sensation and pleasure. He Ming moans and rocks back, again, head tilting to the other side to expose more of his throat. When he begins to come he makes an attempt to catch the release in his hand, body tensing around Cassidy as the climax washes over him.
Not that they haven't made a bit of a mess already, but it's the thought that counts.
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But even if the pollen is still working on him somewhat, his body is too spent and exhausted to keep going.
He lets out one hard breath before he disengages from He Ming's neck, resting their heads together for a moment.
"Better call the laundry service, eh? Jesus." He gives He Ming a couple taps on the ass — time to get off his cock.
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"Haha, my bad." Having made a bit of a mess, He Ming makes an attempt to not exacerbate the situation as he shifts forward. Biting his lip at the sensation of Cassidy slipping out of him, he thinks to ask a second later, "Do you have any tissues?"
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"Oh, Jesus, right," he chuckles, and taps He Ming on the shoulder as he moves to stand. "Hang a moment."
He doesn't have tissues, precisely, but he does have a roll of toilet tissue he lifted from the bathroom. After fetching it, Cassidy tears off several squares to start cleaning his own hand before handing the roll off to He Ming. He sits back down on the edge of the bed, wipes off his fingers, then gives them a tentative sniff and frowns. The grape-and-ass smell is still clinging to them.
"Oof, that's gonna need a wash." He gives that hand a few more wipes before tossing the balled-up toilet paper in the bin.
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"Don't you usually wash your hands?" he asks. "I'm going to need a whole bath."
He's sure he doesn't smell great either. That sex definitely counted as exercise.
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"Let's go!" He'll get dressed properly when he's actually washed up. While they're on their trek to the baths, He Ming hums a little to himself, but for once, doesn't chatter, having been fucked into relative calm.
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"So that's what it's like, gettin' hit with the pollen." This was, at least, the first time he's been aware of it. The others were too easy to rationalize away. "It's not so bad, actually."
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Speaking of which, it's been a while since he's gone out to a bar or 'tavern', or whatever they call it here. With a slightly growing smile he bumps his shoulder on Cassidy's.
"We should go out sometime! Everything feels like the weekend now, so I want to go to the bar."
He rarely, if ever, had the freedom to go out and drink. Now that he's here, why not take advantage of it all?
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He hadn't necessarily been thinking about another encounter, but he probably should. The pool of the favored is too small for them not to bump into one another again, and He Ming's good company.
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Maybe if he wanted a companion for some reason... the last time He Ming had a significant other, it was a high school girlfriend. He hasn't been allowed to date anyone since, and if he's being honest, it's been nice enough.
"But we can be friends for sure, if you like the benefits."
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“Well, you certainly did hop to it.” There’s something to be said for a friend in need. “And, if it helps you get your unit back — that’s a win-win, right?”
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He Ming goes through the door, tossing his clothes aside and stripping down to hop in with abandon.