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vespertineflora · 4 years

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title: hungry for your love

Rating: Explicit Summary: Cheng Fengtai has been pining for Shang Xirui for months... until one lucky night, they end up drunk together and Cheng Fengtai lovingly feeding Shang Xirui a bag of snacks ends up turning into something much more heated. (3.5k, modern au, pwp, frotting, Cft is IN LOVE)

ANY WINTER BEGONIA FANS AROUND HERE YET? there’s only like 20 english fics for this pairing on AO3, making this the SMALLEST FANDOM i’ve posted a fic in xDD

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Cheng Fengtai wasn’t quite sure how he ended up in this position.

He and Shang Xirui were sprawled out on the apartment floor, Shang Xirui on his back and Cheng Fengtai propped up on his side next to him, close enough that his chest was leaned up against Shang Xirui’s arm. The television was playing in the background, some drama that they had stop watching ages ago; they had spent the better part of the last three hours drinking, and Cheng Fengtai was feeling comfortably wasted, quite glad that he had nowhere important he’d need to be in the morning.

Maybe none of that was particularly strange. It wasn’t the first time they’d gotten this drunk together, nor the first time they’d found themselves sprawled lazily across the floor or furniture--it was, however, the first time they’d allowed themselves to get this close to one another in this state of mind, and somehow...

Cheng Fengtai reached for the open bag of cheese curls currently resting against Shang Xirui’s side as soon as he noticed Shang Xirui was done chewing, grabbing one of the snacks between his fingers and raising it once more to Shang Xirui’s lips. As soon as Shang Xirui saw it coming, his pretty lips parted eagerly, and Cheng Fengtai pressed the snack lightly down against Shang Xirui’s tongue and bottom lip, utterly transfixed as Shang Xirui’s lips closed around it as he began to munch away at it.

He honestly couldn’t remember what had led him to feeding Shang Xirui. He remembered watching Shang Xirui stumble into the kitchen for them, remembered him practically collapsing onto the floor once he’d returned... but how it had become his job to transport the cheese curls one by one to Shang Xirui’s lips, Cheng Fengtai couldn’t say.

Though he wasn’t exactly complaining about it, either.

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Cheng Fengtai’s eyes could barely tear themselves away from Shang Xirui, as was so often the case when he was around; the look on his expressive face was so blissful, as if Cheng Fengtai was feeding him some gourmet delicacy instead of a cheap, overly processed snack food, and the way his lips moved as he carefully chewed each curl was beyond mesmerizing. Cheng Fengtai felt... breathless, and felt ridiculous for feeling breathless, but he’d slowly come to realize over the last few months that no matter what Shang Xirui did, he looked absolutely gorgeous doing it.

Even in spite of the orange dust that was gathering on his lips (and Cheng Fengtai’s fingers)--if it weren’t for the outlandish color of it, Cheng Fengtai might have been reminded of Shang Xirui’s stage make up.

It wasn’t until, however long later, Cheng Fengtai reached into the bag to find it empty that he realized just how long the two of them had been laying together like that, feeling a mild wave of disappointment to realize that perhaps the moment the both of them had been caught up in was over now, that this moment would pass like a dozen before it had, and that they’d separate just like they always did before picking their own spots to pass out in...

Cheng Fengtai let out a faint sigh, a flicker of a frown on his face as his eyes landed on Shang Xirui’s parted lips once more, and said, “That was the last one. Bag’s empty.”

Shang Xirui’s lips tugged downward into a sinfully adorable frown, and he huffed out a faint breath, clearly displeased at the news. Cheng Fengtai started to reluctantly roll away, about to make a clumsy attempt to get to his feet when Shang Xirui’s hand clutched at his sleeve, stopping him immediately.

“Where are you going?” Shang Xirui asked, nearly pouting now, making Cheng Fengtai heart melt into an unfortunate puddle in his chest.

He held up his fingers for Shang Xirui to see, the bright orange of the cheese powder more than obvious. “My fingers are a mess, I was going to wash them off.”

Cheng Fengtai watched as Shang Xirui’s eyes narrowed in thought, unable to held but smile at him and at the little wrinkle of his brow that signified his deep concentration. After just a second he reached for Cheng Fengtai’s hand with his own, covering the back of it as he tugged it down towards his face, as if needing a closer look.

Finally, his head gave a little shake and he said, “No need.”

Cheng Fengtai couldn’t help but laugh softly at such a willful answer and he protested in good humor, “I’m afraid my cheese-stained fingers might disagree with you.”

“No need,” he repeated, more obstinately than before, his drunkenness making him more stubborn than normal, and making Cheng Fengtai laugh once more as he rethought how urgent getting his finger clean might be when--

His thoughts froze as he watched Shang Xirui tugging the hand down towards his mouth, turning his head enough to press the pad of his thumb between his lips; his thoughts scattered as he felt his tongue press up against the skin.

The smile dropped quickly from Cheng Fengtai’s lips, his breath stuttering in his chest. Shang Xirui’s tongue was hot against the skin, and Cheng Fengtai all but forgot that there was an actual purpose to what Shang Xirui was doing until he pulled the thumb from his mouth to reveal the caked on powder had been cleaned away, leaving behind only a faint orange stain.

Shang Xirui’s attention was focused as he pulled Cheng Fengtai’s hand back, examined the other fingers, clearly figuring out which ones needed cleaning, before guiding the pointer and middle fingers back down to his lips.

A shiver ran down Cheng Fengtai’s spine as Shang Xirui slipped the fingers between his lips, right down to the second knuckle, as he started to slowly drag the heat of his tongue across them--the way he’d cleaned off his thumb might have almost been innocent if it weren’t for months of exchanged heated stares, of long, late night conversations, of any lingering touch either of them thought they could get away with, but there was nothing innocent about what Shang Xirui was doing now.

His hand moved Cheng Fengtai’s, letting the fingers slide in and out past his lips, his tongue dragging along them, between them, sucking softly on his fingers and then more firmly, and treating the mess on his fingertips as an afterthought more than a primary reason for this behavior. His eyes were closed, brows slightly raised, and Cheng Fengtai could hear the subtle change in Shang Xirui's breathing as it grew a bit heavier than before--Cheng Fengtai’s breaths quickly matched, arousal shooting down to his cock quicker than he could have guessed was possible after drinking as much as he had, entranced by the motion of his fingers in between Shang Xirui’s lips, and thinking, not for the first time, what they may look like stretched about something else of his.

Cheng Fengtai’s head was already close to spinning (it was surely at least partially because of the alcohol, he told himself) when Shang Xirui slowly slid Cheng Fengtai’s fingers from his mouth, not bothering to close his lips completely as his eyes finally opened to look up at Cheng Fengtai, the intensity and heat in the look nearly palpable.

“Better?” he asked softly.

It took a slow breath for Cheng Fengtai to put his thoughts in some semblance of order, for him to conclude that maybe this was finally a lead in to everything he’d been too hesitant to let himself hope for... he composed himself as best he could before speaking.

“Almost,” he replied, sounding almost winded, before lowering his finger to press lightly against Shang Xirui’s bottom lip, which was, somehow, even softer than he thought it would be. “You’ve got something here too,” he said. His heart was nearly pounding in his ears as he leaned in and asked, “May I... help you clean that up?”

The air between them was tense as the seconds seemed to stretch out far too long, long enough for Cheng Fengtai to wonder if maybe he’d somehow read everything wrong... when finally, Shang Xirui nodded and let his eyes slip shut.

Cheng Fengtai took just a second to let his thoughts reel before he reigned then back in, before his eyes were on Shang Xirui’s lips. His heart was trying to climb up into his throat as he shifted, as he lowered his own mouth down little by little, nearly unable to believe that something he’d dreamed about far too many times was actually happening...

His lips pressed to Shang Xirui’s lower one, delivering a soft kiss to it, before sucking it into his mouth--he hadn’t been lying, he could taste the faint, salty residue on the skin there, but it was the lowest priority thought in his head as his tongue swiped over Shang Xirui’s lip, as his teeth pressed lightly into the plump skin and he felt Shang Xirui exhaling a shuddery breath against his upper lip.

Before he knew it, Shang Xirui was pressing his lips more fully to Cheng Fengtai’s, his hands were cradling his face to pull him in close, fingers pushing back into his hair, and then Shang Xirui’s mouth was open beneath his, and his tongue was darting boldly forward - because it was in Shang Xirui’s nature to be bold - to brush against Cheng Fengtai’s lip, begging entrance to his mouth.

The seconds before it had seemed to last an eternity, but now things were happening all at once, as if the weight of their anticipation was finally crashing down all around them, pushing them ahead into a tipsy urgency. Their lips pressed harder together, their tongues brushed, dancing back and forth between each other’s mouths, taking turns to explore and intrude in between messy presses of their lips. Soft panting turned into rough, heavy breaths as Cheng Fengtai quickly felt his body heating up, felt his arousal growing more insistent--when he felt Shang Xirui tugging at the waistband of his pants, his hip, he was bowled over with relief to be able to quickly move into the space Shang Xirui had made for him between his legs.

Their bodies pressed together - Cheng Fengtai could feel Shang Xirui’s arousal pressed up against his own though their thankfully light layers of clothing - and they moaned into each other’s mouth nearly in unison as Shang Xirui’s arm wrapped around him. Unable to resist temptation, Cheng Fengtai’s hips rolled downward, grinding their cocks together firmly, and he nearly shivered at the way it made Shang Xirui latch onto him, the way his hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt as his breath shuddered against his lips. His hand braced against Shang Xirui’s neck while the other pushed back into his hair, combing his fingers through the soft strands in a way he’d thought about doing a hundred times before tonight.

Cheng Fengtai couldn’t stop himself now, not with Shang Xirui moaning and rolling his hips beneath him, not with how eagerly he was being kissed; his hips were quickly grinding their bodies together. It was easy to fall into a steady motion, one that matched the rhythms of their mouths as their tongues slid together, matching each other’s pace so naturally that that alone left Cheng Fengtai’s head spinning a bit.

Shang Xirui’s hands didn’t linger long at all. After the initial intense wave of arousal ebbed and their hips were grinding together, they were on the move, looking for purchase wherever they might find it. They grabbed briefly at this shoulders, his sides, his arms, his hips, before resting on his ass, giving it a firm squeeze as Cheng Fengtai rolled them together, and making him grind down harder than before, before repeating it, and repeating it again, clearly urgently for more contact--

In the blink of an eye and with a sharp gasp, Cheng Fengtai suddenly found himself on his back as Shang Xirui flipped them, as his tongue pressed deep into Cheng Fengtai’s mouth, his hips now able to choose just how hard he wanted their cocks grinding together. It took a few seconds for Cheng Fengtai to feel anything beyond stunned, but the feeling was overshadowed soon enough with just how impressed he was by Shang Xirui’s strength and daring, and he spent a good moment smiling up into the kiss, his heart full of laughter that he could only currently express by the way it shook in his chest as he adjusted his hands on Shang Xirui to wrap around his back now that he could.

He was... surprised as both the kiss and the motion of Shang Xirui’s hips began to taper off after a moment, but he was happy to follow Shang Xirui’s lead, and as he felt Shang Xirui pulling away, sitting up, he let him, eyes opening curiously to see what Shang Xirui was up to.

Shang Xirui’s movement had only paused briefly, just long enough for him to adjust to his new, upright position, long enough for him to slide forward just enough that he was sitting directly over Cheng Fengtai’s cock, before his hips started to roll again.

Cheng Fengtai was instantly captivated; his hands settled on Shang Xirui’s thighs almost absent-mindedly as his eyes were drawn to Shang Xirui. As his ass ground down over Cheng Fengtai’s cock, his lips were parted as he huffed heatedly through them, his eyes were closed, his brow furrowed, head tilted back just enough to expose the line of his throat in a way that made Cheng Fengtai ache to press his lips to it... The pace of his hips was slow and deliberate, a graceful sort of movement that fed into the picture Shang Xirui was creating for him as he moaned and keened just as sweetly as if he were mid-stage, putting on the most sensual performance of his lifetime.

And he was, Cheng Fengtai realized dazedly--but this show was exclusive, for his eyes only, and Cheng Fengtai was only more enchanted by it. His hands began to move, kneading his fingertips encouragingly along Shang Xirui’s thighs, moaning appreciatively for him as the show continued, as Shang Xirui slowly pulled his shirt off over his head, before leaning back, arching his chest forward, drawing Cheng Fengtai’s eyes across the perfect skin, the peaks of his nipples, down to the thin trail of hair leading from his naval down beneath the hem of his pants. Cheng Fengtai did everything in his power to drink it all in, each gorgeous, fluid movement, each soft, aching moan, each inch of beautiful skin, treating it as the precious gift he was sure it was as the heat and pleasure radiated out through his whole body with each movement...

Eventually, Shang Xirui’s movements slowed, and the show came to a brief pause as Shang Xirui panted above him while clearly devising his next move.

It must have only taken a few seconds to figure it out though; Shang Xirui raised up onto his knees, his hands going for the button on Cheng Fengtai’s pants--though he did pause to lift his head, meeting Cheng Fengtai’s gaze... until Cheng Fengtai gave him a firm, breathless nod, and he continued on.

He made quick work of the button and zipper, shoving Cheng Fengtai’s pants and briefs down a few inches, enough to release his cock from inside the fabric; Cheng Fengtai’s eyes were glued to Shang Xirui’s face as he freed him, the look of wonder and excitement filling his eyes before his hand was reaching for it, fingers wrapping it around it to give it an experimental stroke as a moan tumbled from Cheng Fengtai’s lips over finally having the heat of Shang Xirui’s hand on him.

Clearly eager, Shang Xirui didn’t hesitate any longer. Cheng Fengtai watched as he shoved down the loose waistband of his own pants just enough to free his own cock, which Cheng Fengtai barely had the time to take in (there’d be plenty of time for that later, he hoped) before he was lowering their bodies together again. Within seconds, he had lined up their cocks, Cheng Fengtai sucking in another sharp breath at the heat of the skin pressed together like that before Shang Xirui was on top of him again, taking advantage of his parted lips to slip his tongue back inside his mouth, kissing him deeply as his hips started to grind their bodies together once more as Cheng Fengtai’s hands quickly moved to explore the bared skin of Shang Xirui’s back.

Cheng Fengtai could feel it in himself, could feel the urgency in Shang Xirui’s moments, could feel the heat the was rising more and more quickly between them; he bent his legs to brace his feet against the floor, giving him more leverage to meet Shang Xirui’s grinding hips, and his hands soon slid down his back to grip firmly onto the curve of his ass giving it a squeeze as their cocks rubbed insistently together between them.

Just like before, the demanding motions of their bodies soon found themselves in sync, moving in tandem to work towards a common goal. As their moans climbed in volume, their kiss grew sloppier, more and more attention diverted down to their aching arousals as their hips kept rocking and Shang Xirui’s hand kept then firmly together.

Cheng Fengtai could feel the approaching orgasm as it pooled at the base of his spine, as the pressure built steadily, as he finally managed to wrap his head around the fact that he was getting everything he every wanted as Shang Xirui continued to move with him--and when Shang Xirui’s hand tightened around their cocks between them, it only took a few more seconds for Cheng Fengtai to release a shuddering groan as he spilled over between them (likely staining his shirt, though he couldn't bring himself to care), his hands gripping Shang Xirui’s ass tightly.

Shang Xirui kept moving on top of him--and maybe this was for the best, because now that Cheng Fengtai had come he could focus all his attention on Shang Xirui, could touch his hips and thighs and waist and back, could focus of the harried sound of Shang Xirui’s breathing, and the climbing pitch of his moans that were only more and more delightful to Cheng Fengtai’s ears.

He felt it so clearly as Shang Xirui tensed and shuddered, letting out a long moan into the kiss as he reached his own climax--and just a second later, he huffed out a breath as his body collapsed on top of Cheng Fengtai’s, obviously spent.

A grin quickly found its way to Cheng Fengtai’s lips, and he let the kiss taper off, tilting his head to the side so that Shang Xirui could find his way to Cheng Fengtai’s neck, so that they could both take a little time to catch their breath... while also giving Cheng Fengtai plenty of time to nuzzle his face gently into Shang Xirui’s hair as they recovered. The combination of the alcohol and the orgasm and finally having Shang Xirui just as close as he’d longed for all these months was making his head pleasantly hazy, and he was all too happy to indulge in it for as long as he could

Eventually though, long after their breathing had returned to normal, after they had awkwardly tucked their clothing back into place, and after Shang Xirui’s mouth had been pressed to his skin for a few moments, Shang Xirui finally spoke up.

“I’m hungry,” he said, the faint pout obvious in his voice.

Cheng Fengtai burst into a soft laugh, his arms wrapping around Shang Xirui’s back as he gave him a gentle squeeze and asked pleasantly, “Do you want me to go find you something to eat?”

Shang Xirui was quiet for a moment, as if thinking about it, before he finally decided, “No. I don’t want you to move.”

Another soft laugh shook in Cheng Fengtai’s chest, and as he nuzzled a bit more into the side of Shang Xirui’s head and pressed a kiss there, he agreed, “Alright, I won’t.”

Honestly, he’d stay here as long as Shang Xirui wanted him too.

It didn’t take long for Shang Xirui to return the kiss with one to Cheng Fengtai’s neck, for them to exchange kisses back and forth as those kiss trailed closer and closer to one another’s mouths, for them to find themselves kissing soft and slow and sweet, almost lazily this time, drunkenly as they took the time they been too eager to take earlier. They had to make up for the months they’d spent dreaming about it and not doing it, though they both suspected they’d have plenty of time to make up for missed opportunities now.

They kissed each other until the sway of the alcohol dragged them both to sleep, curled together close on the living room floor.

#vesper posts #winter begonia #idek the ship name for this yet aldsfjksld #fengrui #chengshang #??#cheng fengtai #shang xirui

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