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He woke up shivering.
Despite the thick blanket and the sweater he wore, his hands and feet were chilled even to his own touch. Nice tried to curl up into himself and gather his own body heat, but every shift was met with the cold bedding that hadn’t been warmed by a body.
The only place that wasn’t cold was where a bare arm was wrapped around his midriff. The hold was firm and gentle, something that Nice could easily break out of if he tried. But why would he? The touch was warm, something he was searching for.
His wish was granted. There was a hum, the shuffling of fabric, and then there was Lin Ling. The brunette pressed himself against Nice’s back, nose pressed into his neck, bringing his warmth with him. He shivered for a different reason.
“Cold?” Lin Ling murmured into his nape, voice low and soft from sleep. Light kisses were left along the back of his neck, each one felt burning against his cool skin.
Nice hummed something of an affirmative, shuffling himself closer. The heat of Lin Ling’s body was addicting. He loved it. A sigh left his lips as warm hands reached under his sweater, rubbing at his sides. The kisses turned to light nibbles as the other man continued to explore Nice’s body. “Want me to help with that?”
He did. Now that the option was there, it was all Nice could think about. He wanted Lin Ling's hands all over him, keeping him warm. Nice shifted in the other’s arms, turning just enough to be able to face the brunette. It was a bit clumsy, his movements still slow from sleep, but he pressed his lips against Lin Ling’s. An affirmation, consent to whatever it was that the man had in mind.
Nice lingered, opening his mouth just enough to swipe his tongue lightly, pulling away before Lin Ling could respond in kind. The other man’s face was lightly flushed as he stared back at Nice. Those honey brown eyes carried something hungry and he was more than willing to surrender himself to it.
Hands wandered lower, fingers slipping just under the band of Nice’s briefs. “Last chance to back out…”
He only grinned lazily in response, “And stay cold? I don’t think so.”
Nice swung a leg over Lin Ling’s, pressing himself up against the other man so he could grind his crotch against the other’s. He could feel himself getting wet already, heat building up inside of him. It made him even more excited as Lin Ling stiffen against him. The air under the sheets growing hot and stuffy.
Lin Ling’s lips were on his again, open mouthed and looking for permission. Nice snickered a bit, amused by how eager the brunette was. Though he wasn’t much better. His lips parted easily, letting Lin Ling inside. The kiss was wet, messy in a way that got to Nice’s head. He wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, closer until he couldn’t tell where he started and where Lin Ling ended.
All the while pleasure shot up Nice’s spine in waves as he continued to roll his hips against Lin Ling, the fabric now damp from the both of them. Hands dipped under his briefs to grab at his ass, kneading at the flesh. He moaned into the kiss, his skin heated to the point of burning. Nice pushed against the sheets that covered them, grumbling when he failed to shove it off. Lin Ling chuckled, “Ok, ok, I’ve got it.”
The brunette rolled them over, pushing the blanket off, the cool air now a relief on his feverish skin. Nice pulled the other down by neck, reconnecting their lips. It was only when his lungs burned that he released his grip. Lin Ling rested his forehead against his, “Let’s get you out of these, yea?”
A thumb rubbed at his hip before dipping under the fabric again. Nice shivered as the other man traced his fingers around his cunt. It was torture, the way that Lin Ling slowly slid his damp briefs off him before quickly peeling off his own. His face felt like it was burning by the time he was entirely exposed, wearing nothing but his sweater. Lin Ling's eyes were dark as he stared down at him like he wanted to tear into Nice, to consume him.
He squirmed and resisted the urge to close his legs, not that he would be able to. A hand held a thigh splayed open, keeping him on display. Nice opened his mouth, about to tell Lin Ling to get on with it when the man dipped down and licked up his hole and sucked on his clit.
“Ah—!” His back arched as he gasped, tremors wracking through his body. Moans spilled from his mouth as Lin Ling lapped up everything that spilled from his hole. He didn’t notice the finger at his entrance until it was pushing inside.
Nice barely breathed as Lin Ling pushed deeper until his entire finger was inside, biting and pressing kisses on the inside of his thighs all the while. The brunette pulled himself up so that he was kneeling over him as he pumped the digit inside of Nice, a grin on his face.
“Y’know,” he started, his other hand pushing up Nice’s sweater to expose his chest. “I could spend a whole day eating you out. Making you come on my mouth over and over, maybe have you sit on my face. What do you think?”
Thoughts were a struggle when there were—now two—fingers inside of him and a hand groping his chest. It was hard to think when they pressed on all the right spots to make him moan. When Lin Ling’s thumb was playing with his clit at the same time. When his nipples were pinched and twisted until they were red. All he could focus on was trying not to come.
But as soon as the words were processed, his mind was flooded with images of Lin Ling’s face soaked with his slick. Of grinding down on the other man’s face, chasing his own pleasure. The brunette’s grin as he made Nice come again and again past the point of overstimulation.
“Fuck—” Nice groaned out. Oh, it would hurt. To keep coming past the point of pleasure. But it would hurt so good. He keened as he imagined the ache. Imagined how raw he would feel as Lin Ling continued to lick into him.
But not today, not right now. Not when Lin Ling was trying to squeeze a third finger inside. Not when his chest was thoroughly marked with kisses and bites. He needed the other man desperately now—being eaten out for a whole day would have to wait. Instead he rolled his hips down, wanting to feel the stretch as he was opened up. But as wet as he was, it wasn’t enough. A hiss left his lips when the burn was too much, the slide not smooth enough to make the stretch feel pleasurable.
Lin Ling leaned up to kiss his cheek as his fingers slowed to a stop, “Sorry… it’ll feel better in just a second, ok?”
He leaned over to the side, pulling out one of the bedside drawers. It gave Nice a moment to breath, to reign himself in from the edge. He didn’t want to come before he had Lin Ling inside of him. The cold helped. Now that he wasn’t lost in the moment, the chill air made itself known again making goosebumps spread across his skin. Nice pulled his sweater down just a bit, trying to keep himself warm.
“Oh? Cold again already?” Lin Ling asked, bottle of lube in hand. “I guess I should get back to my job then.”
Nice glowered up at him, “Slacking off on the job can get you fired.”
The other man only chuckled as he uncapped the bottle, “Yes, sir, whatever you say.”
He would have given a retort, but was cut off when he felt cold slick drip onto his sex. His mouth snapped shut, body jolting from the intense change in temperature. Nice snapped his eyes to Lin Ling, glaring as the other man simply gave him a shit eating grin.
Any complaints died on his tongue, however, when the fingers began thrusting again. The sudden sensation made Nice cry out, “Lin Ling—!”
“I’ve got you,” the man murmured, leaning down to nibble at his neck, “You feel so good around my fingers… You always do.”
The words affected him more than the sounds coming from where they were connected, turning his head to the side as if it would block him from Lin Ling’s gaze. He felt more than heard the laughter against his neck, “Don’t hide… Don’t you want to know how good you are? How I love seeing you like this?”
Nice glared down at him the best he could with teary eyes, “St—stop being, ah—a… a tease!”
He shivered as he felt Lin Ling’s tongue lick up the length of his neck, the wet trail cooling the skin. The other man’s lips brushed against his ear as he spoke, “I think you’re ready to take me, don’t you?”
The fingers inside of him slid out slowly, making him whine at the loss. They massaged the outside of his entrance before spreading him wide, making him clench down on nothing. Lin Ling grounded his hips down, rubbing his cock against his open hole.
“Lin Ling—” he gasped out, “Didn’t you… didn’t you say you’d keep me warm?”
He wrapped his legs around Lin Ling’s waist, pulling him closer. The tip of his length catching on his entrance before sliding past, making the both of them groan.
“Fuck…” Lin Ling panted, “Let me get a condom first—”
Nice tightened his hold, “No. I don’t want it.”
“But—”
“It’s fine.” He looked away, “I’m on the pill anyways.”
A pause.
A hand on his face turned him back forward, lips crashing into his. He could barely take a breath as Lin Ling assaulted his mouth. The both of them were gasping for breath by the time he pulled away.
“Nice… You really drive me crazy, y’know?” The brunette told him, “Are you sure? Are you really sure?”
Nice huffed, he wanted to get on with it already. “Yes I’m sure. So if you would— Ah!”
Lin Ling slid his cock directly on his clit as he pulled back to adjust himself properly. Nice had no time to glare, not when the other was already sinking into him. Bit by bit he was being filled up until Lin Ling’s hips were flush with his own. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last, but Nice adored the feeling of having the other man inside of him. He loved feeling so full, full of Lin Ling. He’d stay on his cock for hours if he could.
Slowly, the brunette began to make shallow thrusts, letting the both of them adjust to the feeling. On any other day, Nice would have been fine with a slow fuck until the both of them came, but today? Today, the chill was sinking into his feet and hands. Today, he wanted to work up a sweat.
He reached up and wrapped his arms around Lin Ling’s neck, pulling him down harshly until their heads knocked together. The other man hissed as Nice stared back at him with hooded eyes, “I’m still cold, Lin Ling… why don’t you fuck me like you mean it?”
“Shit. Nice…” He groaned, pressing a wet kiss on his lips as he reached hand down to push his thigh wider. “You asked for this, don’t blame me later…”
“I won’t~” Nice only grinned as he let the other pull away, it was what he wanted after all.
Lin Ling hooked Nice’s legs over his shoulders before he was once more leaning down to steal a kiss, almost folding Nice in half. He moaned against Lin Ling’s lips as he felt him slide deeper inside. There was no chance to catch his breath as he began to move, getting faster each time he buried himself into Nice again. Every thrust had him shaking, moaning as Lin Ling rutted into him.
He could feel himself burning up, a pressure that was going to burst. A hand, the cleaner one, snaked into his, holding him tight. Kisses pressed messily on his face, his jaw, his neck. Nice had no doubt that he would be covered in marks when he checked himself later, a thought that only made him want more.
He reached a hand up, the one that Lin Ling wasn’t holding, and pushed the brunette's face against his collarbone. The intent was clear, as Lin Ling began sucking hickies in earnest, bites digging deeper to leave indents in his skin. It was only a matter of time before Nice was pushed over the edge.
A strangled moan, loud and keening, left his mouth as he clenched down as he came. Punched out sounds leaving him as Lin Ling kept fucking him through his orgasm, chasing his own end. The thrusts grew more and more erratic until he finally pulled out and used his own hand to finish, spilling his cum all over Nice’s abdomen.
The both of them heaved as they came down from their high, lingering in the aftershocks. Though as much as Nice wanted to stay in the moment, the sweat was beginning to cool on his skin and the various fluids on, and inside, of him were starting to bother him. A kiss at his temple brought his attention back.
“I’ll be right back,” Lin Ling murmured into his skin, staying there for just a moment longer. When he pulled away, Nice silently mourned the loss of his body heat. He really wanted to push his sweater back down, but didn’t want to dirty it with the mess on his stomach.
Thankfully, just as he was promised, Lin Ling was back soon after, towels in hand. He left one on the side of their bed and used the other to wipe Nice clean. The towel was damp and warm against his skin, gentle as it went over his sensitive areas.
Nice thought he might like this part just as much as the actual sex. He liked the way that Lin Ling focused so much on making sure he was clean, touching him like he was handling something precious. His eyes tracked the brunette as he used the second towel to dry him down. It was only when he was satisfied with his work that he turned his attention to himself. His movements were quick and efficient, none of the gentle touch he had with Nice.
Deeming himself cleaned enough, Lin Ling crawled next to him, pulling the blanket back over the both of them. He hugged Nice at the waist and tangled their legs, their bodies touching from head to toe. Nice knew they’d have to get up eventually, but for now he let himself sink into Lin Ling’s warm hold. As his consciousness faded, he could feel a gentle hand running through his hair, lulling him back to sleep.
“I’ll keep you warm always…”