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I believe I speak for many of us when I say I am unhealthily obsessed with the canonical mystery surrounding these twoās relationship. As such, Iāve given my imagination free reignĀ in this smutastic fic!!Ā
Warning: this work is NSFW!
Summary: Brother Qiu comforts He Cheng in the only way heāll let him.
Tags: Angst, Smut, Frenemies with Benefits, Hurt/Comfort in the smuttiest way possible
Status: Incomplete, 1 out of 2 chapters
āIām sure your cockās relieved to have a break from your whoring.ā The bite in his words was at odds with the way his shoulders began to sag under Qiuās rough, rhythmic scrubbing.
Qiu soaped up his lower back before rubbing the sponge in circles around each of He Chengās ass cheeks. āYou say that as if youāre not partially responsible for its overtime.ā
āWatch your tone,ā Cheng all but growled, and Qiu could practically feel his glare. But he didnāt miss the light shudder that ran down the other manās spine when the sponge made its way across each of his inner thighs.
āIāll consider it if you tell me whoās responsible for the current stick up your ass.ā He crouched, running the sponge down He Chengās hamstrings, the backs of his knees, and down each calf before standing again. Back half nearly done, he stepped around so that they faced one another.
He Cheng kept his head lowered. His hair, normally dark with slightly grey undertones and slicked back away from his face, hung forwards now, looking black as split ink under the weight of the water. Qiu lathered his chest, his patience infinite now that he stood before the object of his earlier frustration.
Heād finished both arms and was rubbing his way across Chengās washboard stomach by the time he raised his head. Qiu stood a head taller than him, forcing him to tilt his head back to meet his eyes.Ā Ā Ā
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