Work Text:
The lights were dimmed, the scent of hot food in the air as the window showed the descending sun. Hues of orange and pretty yellows that colored the carpet in optical patterns as Hia Lian rummaged around in the kitchen and cooked. Kuea had come home from university and immediately threw himself into studying for the exam he knew was coming up for one of his classes, and fighting the urge to let his thoughts stray from a certain sexy fiance of his. He’d been feening for said fiance ever since this morning. Hia Lian had everything; a sexy body, money, the sweetest heart - the whole package, a wet dream for any person with sexual desires and common sense. It was a bit unfair in Kuea’s opinion.
Like how the fuck did someone manage to wake up with bedhead and still look intimidatingly hot? Even the morning breath couldn’t dissuade Kuea from kissing his Hia senseless.
Only Lian Kilen Wang could get away with such blatant disrespect to Kuea’s heart and mental state.
Okay, he was a bit dramatic, but could anyone blame him? His fiance was absolutely beautiful.
And a complete contradiction to himself and everyone else. Let Kuea explain, his fiance is a bad boy CEO with jealousy issues and a stoic and cold temper, but when all was said and done there would be these moments. Moments like this one; where Hia Lian would show a different side of himself that no one else had witnessed, to Kuea. Treats every once a while, hugs and kisses after making love or fucking (yes, there are two categories, but both made Kuea cry from pleasure), and when Hia Lian would get in the bath with him and hold him close until he felt sleepy and sated and happy.
It’s as though that side was only for Kuea, only for him to bask in the attention and the praise.
As he unsuccessfully reread the example passage over and over again, he just decided to give in to his Hia Lian obsession. Making his way to the kitchen had become familiar by now, treading quietly to avoid disturbing Hia Lian from his concentrated task. It still felt surreal, like any moment the old Hia Lian would pop out and say it was all a joke to tease Kuea and teach him a lesson about being so naive, but when Kuea thought back to the old Hia Lian he wasn’t actually bad per-se, just less expressive as the new Hia Lian. Past Hia Lian wouldn’t be caught dead asking for smooches the morning after an intense night of love making, but this Hia Lian didn’t hesitate - merely turning his cheek to Kuea and puffing it out in a request that Kuea didn’t have the heart to deny.
Nonetheless Kuea fell in love with every Hia Lian he’d ever experienced, simply being with the older man was enough to make his soul pulse and his cheeks turn pink from fondness.
Kuea watched silently as Hia Lian’s broad shoulders tensed and relaxed as he cut vegetables up, hands moving quick and efficiently in that way that made Kuea think of the other things they could do.
“How long are you gonna stand there?” Hia Lian broke the silence, startling a squeak out of Kuea. Hia Lian turned around, softness falling from his face the second he caught sight of what Kuea was wearing. Earlier when Kuea had gotten home, Hia Lian just said hi and continued preparing dinner, so Kuea went to take a shower and threw whatever was comfortable on.
“I just… wanted to watch, Hia Lian is so good with his hands.” Kuea mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers, clad in one of Hia Lian’s shirts (a button down) and his own sweatpants. It may have been unintentional to grab one of Hia’s shirts - especially considering they lived together and their clothes often become jumbled up - but it was a good kind of unintentional if the look in Hia Lian’s eyes were any indication. Hia Lian hummed, liquid eyes shaking as he took in Kuea’s attire - Hia Lian had a weakness for Kuea in his clothes. The older man always had such keen and aware instincts when it came to Kuea, knowing what he was thinking, when he was upset or when he just needed someone to hold him.
So Kuea almost trembled in excitement as his Hia rounded the counter and stalked toward him, gaze set on Kuea’s exposed collarbones and the small peek of skin right between the first three undone buttons. As the older man closed in on him, Kuea took a few teasing steps back, smiling innocently and lowering his lashes but keeping a firm eye on the lion hunting him like a gazelle.
Hia Lian lifted his apron above his head - the cute pink one that Kuea got him for his birthday that says ‘I’m Zee Best Chef’- and Kuea bit his lip at the sliver of skin as his shirt rode up. Hia Lian dropped the apron on the counter, uncaring as it slid to the floor, and strode closer to Kuea, who just held his ground and tried not to moan when those strong arms finally wrapped around his body, a firm chest flush against his own, then there were lips brushing his ear and a warm breath whispering a kiss against the red flesh.
“My Nu-Kuea, always so curious and such a sweet talker.” The voice reverberated through Kuea’s whole body and sent his nerves on the fritz. “I think Nu-Kuea’s being naughty. And when I’m busy making dinner nonetheless.”
Kuea gasped into the smooth neck in front of him, body trembling from the playful disappointment heard in Hia Lian’s tone. “Hia… I didn’t mean to wear your clothes, it just-”
“Just what? You just decided to drive Hia crazy and put his clothes on, looking so fragile and making me want to break you into little pieces?” Hia Lian had always been composed and very formal when talking, but when it was just them - Kuea and His Hia Lian - the man would say the most vulgar things, especially in bed, and this time was no exception as honey dripped from Hia Lian’s lips onto Kuea’s throat, wet and warm bruises appearing under the assault. Kuea moaned, throwing his head back knowing that vulnerability drove Hia Lian crazy and made him all possessive. “My naughty boy deserves to be punished, wouldn’t you agree?”
Possessive Hia Lian was a gift to the world. But a menace to Kuea’s mental health.
“Hia, Hia, I’m sorry for wearing your clothes. No punishment, okay?” Kuea whined hoping that the added puppy eyes would gain some leeway. Kuea was wrong because the next moment he squeaked as he was lifted off the floor, effortlessly held in strong arms - legs instinctually clinging to the man in front of him. Hia Lian pressed a kiss to Kuea’s lips, teasingly pulling back while Kuea chased for more.
“No. Nu-Kuea has been bad, so it’s my duty as your elder to see that you’re properly… scolded.” Hia Lian’s voice dropped on the last word, a smirk forming and a challenge darkening his eyes.
Kuea playfully tried to get away, not really putting effort into it, but Hia Lian held on tight. Never budging an inch. Finally, having worn himself out, Kuea just sighed and succumbed to his fate, though he added an extra strong pout to clarify how upset he was with the events unfolding and sagged so the older man had extra weight. Kuea grinned at the resulting grunt, hiding in the older man’s shoulder.
“Nu-Kuea. I’m gonna ask you something and I want the most honest answer.” Kuea tensed as the seriousness of that sentence loomed over him, shedding the fuzzy happiness and instead displacing it with worry. Kuea lifted his head and searched Hia Lian’s eyes for any information. “Can we try something new in the bedroom? Something I know you’ll love, but I just want to make sure you’re okay with it.” Oh. Kuea dramatically took a shaky breath and placed his hand over his heart, sending Hia Lian a glare.
“Yes, shit, you almost gave me a heart attack. Wait, what is it?” Kuea asked, suspicion rising as Hia Lian smiled and shook his head.
“Don’t worry. You’ll know when we do it.”
Then the chit chat ended, Hia Lian carrying Kuea to the bedroom, food abandoned and stove off. Kuea held onto the older man as he was gently thrown on the bed, dragging Hia Lian with him and gasping as the heavy and hard body blanketed his own. Hia Lian pulled back after dropping a kiss on Kuea’s open mouth, and slipping his shirt off to reveal hard abs and a sexy hairline leading to exactly what Kuea craved to have inside him. Either in his mouth or in his ass were fine with him. All he wanted was Hia Lian close so he yanked the older man down into a kiss, sloppy and hurried as they devoured each other’s lips. His Hia Lian growled low in his chest, Kuea inhaling sharply as Hia Lian moved away and began stripping him; shirt, pants, underwear were all discarded - thrown to the floor and out of the way. Hands ran up and down his body making him tremble as they tweaked his nipples, a slick tongue in their wake as they made their way down to his cock - a long drag of skin and a bit too dry but the stimulation felt overwhelming.
“Ah, ah, Hia…” Kuea whined, body twisting under the friction of Hia Lian’s hands.
“Aww, my baby, does it feel good?” Hia Lian cooed, biting and nibbling as he marked up Kuea’s thighs - Kuea keening from the sensitivity, but he couldn’t answer, words were no longer possible as his body focused fully on the stimulation on his cock and thighs, red flames licking up through his veins and paralyzing any coherent thought. Then he didn’t know what to do once those lips were wrapped around his cock, a whine leaving him breathless and so wanting.
“Fu-Hia Lian, I can’t take any more, I’ll finish soon-ah.” Kuea broke off when a hand slid up to twist his nipple, the sharp pain foreign but all the more welcome as it made the friction on his cock better. Hia Lian murmured dirty things, voice smooth and deep as Kuea tried to hold back his orgasm.
“My baby’s so sexy. Gonna fuck you until you can’t think of anything but my cock inside you, and then I’m gonna put you to bed and maybe suck you off just to make sure my baby’s extra sated. My Nu-Kuea, always so naughty, but that’s okay because Hia will make sure you’re punished accordingly.”
Kuea felt the fire in those words as his back arched off the bed, as though he could already feel those soft lips wrapped around him. A moan was ripped from him when Hia Lian turned him on his stomach, anticipation and excitement licking up his spine along with a sneaky hand trailing each little knob. Hia Lian must’ve managed to undress some time while driving Kuea crazy, because a hard cock presses threateningly to Kuea’s hole, wet with pre-cum and probably red from the prolonged restraint Kuea knew Hia Lian executed for his sake. As the air got harder to inhale, Kuea let all the reins go and just melted into the bed, opening himself and letting his legs spread as far as possible - offering himself to Hia Lian fully.
And nothing could have prepared him for the sudden wet muscle pushing against his rim, moist and soft and twisting causing Kuea to let out a nervous cry and pull away from the foreign sensation. But Hia Lian held him close, tongue pointed and so naughty it would make Kuea cry from embarrassment in the future, but right now it was heavenly. Soon, the nerves were done and all Kuea wanted was to ride the pleasure until he tipped over the edge. Hia Lian had other plans, though, and pulled away after a bit more of the new form of torture had Kuea keening and trying to hump the bed beneath him. Begging for relief.
“Nu-Kuea, c’mere.” Hia Lian whispered as Kuea turned on shaky knees to face the man who’s able to completely ruin him. No one else would ever amount to the love and passion Kuea experienced every time he saw his Hia. Kuea kneeled on trembling legs, confused and erection lagging as Hia Lian laid flat on the bed and held his arms out expectantly. Kuea tilted his head and came forward thinking Hia Lian wanted to cuddle or for him to be on top tonight. Wrong. “I want you to ride my face, Nu-Kuea.”
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
“What the fuck? Oh shit-sorry.” Kuea blurted without thinking and was relieved to see an amused look on the older man’s face rather than insulted. Hia Lian chuckled, sitting up on his elbows and staring up at Kuea like he was his entire universe. That’s something Kuea would never get used to. He loved it.
“I want you to sit on my face. What’s confusing?” Hia Lian looked genuinely curious as though it’s everyday someone asked Kuea to do something like that.
Kuea’s face flamed as Hia Lian pulled him to straddle his hips, then slowly scooting him up his chest. “Wait, I-I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?” Hia Lian’s hands were slow and reassuring on his hips.
“N-not per-se, but, Hia, I’m a grown man. And what if I accidentally hurt you?” Kuea felt his face heat up as Hia Lian’s inquisitive eyes searched and probed for anything else.
Hia Lian looked offended as the silence dragged on. “You think you’re capable of hurting me? Wow, I really need to take you to the gym and get back my masculinity.” Kuea rolled his eyes and made to get off the older man’s chest, but was unsuccessful as muscled arms held him steady. “Hey, hey, stop it. I know you won’t hurt me, it’ll be fine. I’m stronger than I look, and I want to do this to you. For you.” Hia Lian rubbed soft hands over Kuea’s sensitive thighs, still showing evidence of his love and desire. Reds and purples that Kuea would occasionally press into just for that reminder of the passion he and his Hia Lian shared.
Kuea bit his lip, and after some careful thinking, decided he would just try it. And it would be okay if he held himself up right? Nothing much to worry about, he just had to keep his head.
When Kuea finally scooted up with his legs on either side of the older man’s face it dawned on him that he was about to ride Kilen Wang’s face. And Kilen Wang wanted it. That thought flew away as soon as Hia Lian’s arms wrapped around each of his thighs and that sinful tongue flicked against his rim. Kuea cried out in shock, barely stopping himself from going weak from the sensation. It was primal, dirty, so hot when that tongue breached his entrance, Hia Lian moaning like he himself was experiencing the pleasure.
“Ungh, Hia, slow down… Hia-” Kuea let Hia Lian’s hands guide him into rocking back and forth, riding and working slowly to his high. Hia Lian didn’t stop for a moment, though Kuea was aware his mouth and jaw probably hurt, he only broke away for a moment to slip a thick finger inside, his tongue following shortly after driving Kuea crazy. It felt as though everything revolved around them, their love making erratic and Kuea keening and whining for more. Something he refused to do for anyone but the man below him. Licking and nibbling, Hia Lian groaned low and growly causing Kuea to go numb in the legs - the vibration alone almost enough to send him off the edge if he didn’t have more self-control. He’s not allowed to come before Hia Lian was done with him. Or else he would be punished. “Hia, Hia… ‘m close.”
Hia Lian pulled back briefly taking a breath, spit dripping down his chin and cheeks - which were red as well. “Tell me, baby, does it feel good?” Hia Lian looked hypnotized, dazed and pupils blown as Kuea backed off enough to see his face without his hardness in the way. “Did Hia make you feel every bit of pleasure you deserve?”
Kuea nodded, shy and overtaken with gooshy feelings that had no place at a time like this. Hia Lian’s hands guided him down until they were both face to face, Kuea’s legs still straddling his hips and chests pulled close. Hia Lian yanked Kuea into a kiss, and Kuea should have been grossed out, but the naughtiness of such a thing brought him back to full hardness, raging fire under his skin. Then Hia Lian was reaching for the lube, moving Kuea off his lap and onto his right side, laying behind him with his chest to his back - Kuea didn’t have any recollection of such a position, all confusion was left as two thick fingers slid inside him. They were long, rough against his smooth walls.
Damn it, how did this man know how to play him like an instrument? A flick of a wrist had Kuea gasping, pressing into his prostate demandingly and relentlessly. Kuea closed his eyes, left hand clutching at the sheets as he hid his face in the bed. Hia Lian was setting off a fire in Kuea’s body, his fingers skillful and intimidatingly deep. Kuea didn’t have time to overthink, to ask questions when the man behind him took care of him, made him feel special and wanted. When warm lips joined the stimulation of his body by kissing his neck and sensitive nape the buildup was too much. His orgasm lingered dangerolusly close to the edge, teetering teasingly and making Kuea wanna curl into himself to ward it off. He wanted this to last longer.
“Is my baby gonna cum on my fingers? Are you gonna let Hia feel you get nice and tight? Don’t worry, though, I’ll still fuck you,” Hia Lian licked at Kuea’s lobe, leering. “You’re always tighter after I rip you up inside.” It was a whisper this time.
Kuea whined in shame but couldn’t hold back anymore, his orgasm taking a nosedive from the cliff and crashing into a million pieces as his body convulsed. Hia Lian was still fucking his fingers against his prostate, prolonging the line between pain and pleasure and letting Kuea know he meant what he said. Kuea sobbed from the stimulation, curling his legs up yet still humping the older man’s fingers and letting the orgasm mind-boiling, nerve-frying, absolutely terrifying as he sputtered come and nonsense - begging maybe? For the stimulation to stop? For it to not stop? Most likely the latter, considering Kuea reached to hold Hia Lian’s fingers from leaving him too soon, still thrusting lazily. It wasn’t until his cock spit out one more squirt that he let the hand go and fell limp. His fiance still stayed beside him, a reassurance that he was still alive and hadn’t died from pleasure and gone to hell.
“Woah.” Kuea breathed, sore and used.
Hia Lian chuckled, smirking mischievously. “Don’t say that yet, did you think I was playing about fucking you after you come?”
Kuea was too sated and happy to really process basic thai at that moment, so nothing really stuck to him until there were more fingers inside him - three this time - slick and teasing a whine out of his throat, cock flagging pathetically.
“Hia, I’m sore…” Kuea pleaded, but was manhandled until his ass pressed against a thick, hard length. Something Kuea knew very well would leave him boneless for a few minutes.
When Hia Lian had just pressed the tip to his hole, Kuea’s phone rang loudly through the silence, startling Hia Lian into jerking the head of his cock in and Kuea moaned as his body protested - clenching and pulling. Hia Lian got over the momentary relapse and continued pushing in, grunting low in Kuea’s ear as Kuea lay uselessly in his grip, giving up on even pretending he didn’t want to feel the older man inside him.
The phone continued to ring, but the older man merely forced his way in to the hilt, invasive and dirty and it felt so fucking good.
Shit. Kuea sobbed into the bed as the older man lifted his leg up and branded himself inside him. It felt like lava was poured inside him, hot and numbing and thick - so thick. Long inside him.
It felt like the first time every time Hia Lian slipped his cock in, overwhelming nervousness and pure, unadulterated lust that was primal and made Kuea want to submit everything. His whole body was Hia Lian’s and no one else's.
“Fuck,” Hia Lian growled, a steady pace drilling into Kuea. “My Nu-Kuea takes cock so well, like a good boy. This is your punishment, by the way, for being naughty. Feel it?” The older man sucked on Kuea’s earlobe, purring sinful words like he got paid for it. Kuea couldn’t help it. He loved being good for Hia Lian, loved being taken care of and knowing he could make the older man go crazy just stripping down naked and letting go of all control. “Feel me deep in you? No one else will ever touch you, not like this, I’ll ruin you for anyone else… every time you sit, or walk you’ll still feel my cock.” Kuea whined, shame and lust battling as Hia Lian’s thrusts got more erratic, fucking Kuea as all he could do was hold on for the ride and let the older man take and take.
When Hia Lian murmured one more word, telling Kuea he was a good boy for taking cock, Kuea’s eyes blacked out at the power of his orgasm - twisting and writhing despite being perched on a cock, sobbing for relief, for the pleasure to stop as it bordered onto pain. He tried to move away, but the older man’s hands pulled him back so his prostate was abused over and over again, spurts of cum soaking Kuea’s body and the sheet below him.
“Yes, take it. My good Nu-Kuea. Hia’s so proud of you, baby.” Hia Lian grunted, hips smacking against Kuea’s ass and thrusting until he finally groaned throaty and low, biting Kuea’s nape and fucking his release into Kuea’s hole. “Fuck, fuck…” Hia Lian fell limp behind him, Kuea still jumping as the cock inside him twitched like it was prepared for another round.
“Ungh, Hia, feels sore.” Kuea mumbled, gripping Hia Lian’s hand on his hip as best he could. Hia Lian whispered reassurances as he shifted out slowly, but Kuea felt every inch and whined a bit at the coldness that accompanied the emptiness he felt.
“Sorry, sorry, baby. Let Hia get something to clean you up, m’kay?”
Kuea nodded, boneless. He drifted off as Hia Lian cleaned him, the cold cloth had made him feel embarrassed after the first time, but now it just felt uncomfortable and necessary. When his Hia wrapped his arms around him Kuea turned around chest to chest to bury himself in the older man’s neck, still trembling from orgasming twice in a row.
“Was that okay? Were you unsatisfied with something? Did you like when I ate you out?”
“Hia! Shush, don’t talk like that.”
Hia Lian pouted. Fucking pouted. “But you liked it when my co-” Kuea quickly covered the older man’s mouth, widening his eyes warningly before removing it. “-When my cock was inside you!” Hia Lian ducked away as Kuea picked up a pillow, diving off the bed to chase after the older man-child. Hia Lian was still naked, abruptly turning around and almost causing Kuea to crash into him. When Hia Lian stood for a moment, then licked his lips while looking Kuea up and down, he realized he was butt-naked chasing a thirty-year old man.
“Ah! You-you stay away, pervert.” Kuea used the pillow to cover his bits, walking backwards and keeping a close eye on the man in front of him, feeling the bed he turned and dove under the sheets.
“Nu-Kuea. Are you still shy?” Hia Lian’s voice came muffled from right above him. “After you literally rode my face a few minutes ago?”
Damn it. Hia Lian and his dirty mouth were doing things to him that they shouldn’t be doing, especially not after two orgasms.
“Nu-Kuea, I’m sorry, please come out… I need my pillow.” It was the whine that prompted Kuea to reveal himself, pouting as he allowed Hia Lian to slip under the blanket and hug him close. “My Nu-Kuea is always so shy. But he’s beautiful, it’s unbelievable.”
Kuea smiled shyly, tucking his face in Hia Lian’s chest. “Hia… stop, you’re embarrassing me.”
“Embarrassing you? In front of who? You only need to worry about us, no one else matters when it comes to me and you.” Hia Lian pressed his face in Kuea’s hair, breathing deeply.
Kuea nodded, accepting his happy defeat. “Okay, Hia. I love you.”
“Not nearly as much as I love you.”