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They always fucked gently. With feelings. Yes, as if really loved. No, they were making love rather than fucking. And in the end, they broke up like a prostitute with a client.
And Tian was indeed a good whore. This was confirmed by the red-haired client's moans. The red-haired client ran like Cinderella in the middle of the night, trying to make it to 12. Otherwise, the carriage would turn into a pumpkin. However, the carriage never turned into a pumpkin.
In the middle of the dark studio, you can only hear inhalations and exhalations after a hot marathon. Mo sits on the edge of the bed, looking down at his underpants. But he comes across only the sad look of the past curator of his work project.
They met at a conference where Shan demonstrated his architectural skills. A large, difficult and well-thought-out project with a lot of details, on which he spent almost a year of his difficult life. Nothing was supposed to spoil this day. But one black-haired freak could. It's impossible to complain about the name of the project after all that has been said, right? But He did it anyway. And then, when Tian still approved this damn architectural project, they kissed and almost masturbated in the lobby of the business center. Back to the curator's sad look, shall we?
Shan really didn't understand why the person who had just cummed was looking at him depressed now. But he doesn't want to ask. Too much honor for this fool. Yes, cowards. It's hard to get up, but he wasn't that worried. However, as soon as he stands up, he immediately falls back. His hand is held tightly as if Mo is trying to leave him forever.
- What? - Tian's hand is still holding him, and he turns to face the boy.
- Why do you always match? Am I not attracted to you? - the voice seems drunk, although they did not drink today.
- I wouldn't fuck you here if you were disgusting to me, - spits out the red-haired man, once again returning to the search for his underwear.
- I'm not talking about that.
- About what then?
Mo seems that He really got smoked after a new project with a foreign company.
- About feelings.
Guan Shan still doesn't understand Tian, and he doesn't know what feelings there might be between them. They are just business partners. Well, maybe even bed partners. But that's all? Although they work in the same field, they would not cross paths so often. Tian is a sponsor, Shan is an ideological bench. Mo never got into that hell of feelings, and in the period of puberty, when his social circle consisted of sperm-toxic men who only thought about sex, he studied and worked hard in order to pay off his father's debt.
Now he simply does not see the point in this, because it seems that he has everything he needs. Wealth, a small but own apartment, good sex and an expensive gaming console.
- I do not understand you. Can you let me get dressed? - Tian pulls him to himself, hugging him.
- Haven't you figured out yet that I love you, Baby Mo?
Shan has only a monkey with plates in his head. What other love? They are completely different. Even if they work in the same field, under normal circumstances they would never meet.
- Don't be silly, - Shan nevertheless broke free from He's strong grip and began to get dressed.
After a moment, two palms appear on his cheeks, forcing him to return. Tian's eyes were like steel, and Guan Shan had never noticed how curious they were. Beautiful. Not bright, dim. It is as if they are dragging you into the depths of their infinity, from which you cannot get out. But now Mo doesn't want to go out.
- Look at me. Please, Mo Guan Shan, - the redhead doesn't even remember if Tian ever addressed him by his full name, - Do I have even one chance? - tears begin to flow from He's steel eyes.
- Damn, what the hell are you talking about? - Shan wipes away the drops with his palms, and his leader reminds him of a crocodile with those seemingly always cheerful eyes, - He Tian!
He slides to him knees at the redhead's feet, him knees thumping on the wooden floor. That must have hurt, Mo thinks. But the guy doesn't even know what to do with it. He still hopes that stupid Tian made a stupid joke to try to make Guan Shan emotional. This picture, under the light of one moon and lanterns from other houses, resembles a scene from a cheap TV series. Shan drops to the floor next to Tian.
- Are you alright? - he asks quietly, brushing black hair from his forehead.
- Of course, I'm not all right! Damn you, I fell in love with you, and you don't want to understand me! - He shouts, and this is a novelty for the redhead. It all still seems surreal to him.
- It's not enough? We are always together anyway.
- Baby Mo, if I hugged you, you would laugh and get out of it as soon as possible. Why can't we do what normal people in love do? Am I just convenient sex for you? You keep running like I'm going to kill you if you just stay. I don't even have time to open my eyes, and you are already closing the door. Don't torture me, Mo Guan Shan, - all this monologue, Tian holds the redhead's face in his hands. Mo himself just hugs He.
- Tian, calm down, everything is fine, I'm here, you're here, we're close, - Mo mentions techniques for calming people down during panic attacks. Although it seems that Tiana is reassured only by the fact that Shan does it. But Hae at least stops sobbing. And Mo lets the boy gofrom hugs.
- Where are you going? - he seems to start crying again.
- For water, you fool, - He blows up and follows Shan. He can't even let go of his hand, and in the kitchen he rests his head on his shoulder, although this prevents the redhead from pouring water into a glass from a jug. Well, like a glass, the only thing he found was a glass.
- You don't have any dishes at all, what are you doing?
In response, Tian just mumbles something about nice thighs. Mo leads him to the bed.
- Come on, drink.
The light of the moon is reflected in gray eyes. Steel lightens, turning into warm milk. Only a large dark pupil interrupts the view of the light. Shan is worried and He is happy to see it. He generally likes to follow him. Focused, angry, sad, cheerful. It seemed like some kind of fun to Tian, until he started admiring it. Of course, Shan is handsome, and many people in their office have their eyes on such a smart and interesting red-haired boy. But when you stare at a gloomy Mo for an hour, without taking your eyes off it, it already seems like an addiction.
- Hug me, - Tian examines the freckles on his nose. Shan silently complies with the request. The red-haired man's warm hands embrace He's broad back, and two cold paws immediately close on his back. That's how Mo describes them. The barely warm breath on the upper part of the spine gives Shan goosebumps. He clings to the cold body even closer, not understanding his motives. He never thought it was nice to be hugged. The only hugs he got were from his mother. But even they felt completely different. Warm. Too. As if he is in some kind of hell, but it feels like a heavenly place. Of course, Tian's embrace is not Eden. However, Shan perceives them as such.
- Tian, do you really want this?
- I want you. Totally and completely. No matter how selfish it sounds, Mo feels a light kiss behind the ear, and the devils would fuck this Tian, he knows that there is his special place.
Shan throws He onto the white sheets and wraps himself in them.
- Come here, - Mo tells him, taking off the pants that he pulled on himself until the tantrum of the dark-haired man. He wastes no time and hugs the redhead in bed.
- Sweet dreams, Baby Mo.
At night, He Tian receives a kiss on the forehead.