Home (My Heart Is With You) (IV/IV)
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Yixing inhales deeply when he sets foot out of his company's building. For once it's a nice day, the sun shining and the air feeling fresh for it's coldness. A strong wind has been blowing the clouds of the last few days away, carrying another wave of icy humidity, but even though he doesn't exactly welcome the cold weather, he does welcome the sunshine accompanies it. Winter always is a grey affair, and while he can see the appeal in autumn with it's colourful leaves and atmospheric thunderstorms, winter just doesn't do it for him.
The weather is not the only reason for his good mood, although it certainly amplifies it, and neither is the fact that he's leaving work slightly earlier than usually. Rather, it's that after work, he doesn't immediately take the subway home the way he usually does. Instead he takes another line, leading him into a slightly different direction, towards the store which he received a message from earlier that morning, telling him that his order was ready for pick up. He's excited just as much as he's nervous, his heart beating loudly in his chest as he hands over the money in exchange for the small, wrapped up box.
Five years have passed since Yifan followed him to Shanghai. They are living in a bigger flat now, having moved when Yixing got his first promotion after eight months, but aside from that, not much has changed. They still wake up together in the morning, and Yixing is responsible for their breakfast. After they eat together, Yixing heads out to work while Yifan settles into his small office, preparing all the necessary material for his Skype lessons. When Yixing returns at night, they settle either for take out or cook together, and then spend their night soaking up as much closeness as they can. There's nothing spectacularly exciting about their day, but Yixing couldn't imagine anything better than their routine together.
Of course, there are occurrences that break the routine, there always are, and Yixing knows that something is off the moment he steps through the front door. Sure, he's home almost two hours later than usual, but that's not it. Rather, it's that the very second he's pulled the door close behind him, when he's still in the middle of stepping out of his shoes, his coat still hanging from his shoulders, Yifan is already in the entrance area, crowding Yixing's personal space as soon as the younger has straightened up from his crouching position. "Yifan?" he asks in wonderment, a slight hint of concern mixing into his voice.
Yifan, by any means, is still as affectionate, if not even more so, as he was when they first started dating. At the same time, however, he retains his feline characteristics, one of them being that he never comes to greet Yixing at the door when he gets home. Sure, the catboy is always glad when Yixing finally gets home, but he considers it too much of an unnecessary hassle to get up from his favourite spot on the couch when Yixing will come to give him his "I'm back home" kiss even when he doesn't move. So Yifan not even giving him enough time to fully get out of his coat before demanding his attention is highly untypical, and Yixing is about to ask him if something happened while he was gone, but then he looks at Yifan, truly looks at him, and it clicks.
The catboy's pupils are dilated, he's panting slightly and his face is red, beads of sweat collecting on his forehead. He looks as if he's running a fever, a high one, but Yixing knows that it's not a cold that's plaguing him. The last few weeks, Yixing's work has been very busy. His company has debuted two new artists, and since first impressions are so important, debut performances need to be exceptionally well prepared. Nonetheless he scolds himself for letting Yifan's heat schedule slip his mind. Usually he's good at predicting when the hybrid's heats will strike, taking two or three days off in advance so he can be there for Yifan. Because despite the fact that the catboy always dealt with his heats by himself for many years, Yifan confessed to him early on how unsatisfying these self-induced releases are. They help, for sure, because they take a bit of the edge off of the physical pressure, but in the end they're like trying to fight a fire with a cup of water; the toys might manage to douse the flames a little, but in the end the fire just burns on as if nothing happened. During his heat, Yifan craves for the touch of his mate, and Yixing knows that it's his responsibility to provide him with that.
"You're back," the catboy greets him, and Yixing can tell from the breathy quality of Yifan's voice that his heat most likely started in the morning already.
"Yifan, why didn't you call me?" he asks, the words coming out more like an accusation than a question, "You know exactly that you're supposed to call me when your heat strikes."
He unceremoniously drops his backpack and coat onto the floor right where he stands, not caring that the fabric is crinkling because he can still hang it up properly later. Right now he has Yifan to tend too.
"You said you would be working overtime today, so it sounded like your work is important right now," Yifan argues, a slight whine tinting his tone that he only ever gets when he's either truly upset or in heat.
Yixing almost feels bad about lying to Yifan about working overtime, but it's not something that he can change now so he brushes the thought away. "I told you, you're always more important than work, Yifan," he reprimands the hybrid, a tiny bit of exasperation seeping into his expression because this is not the first time Yifan has not called him as soon as his heat started the way he's supposed to, and Yixing just wants to make him understand that he does not need to suffer through his heat by himself anymore.
Yixing's boss is understanding, owning a hybrid himself, and especially considering Yixing's hardworking nature and the results he regularly delivers, the man is more than willing to give Yixing the days off as soon as Yifan goes into heat. The hybrid, however, still doesn't seem to believe that it's really okay for him to selfishly call Yixing from work when he should be able to deal with the fire in his veins by himself for a few hours.
Yifan's ears fold back against his head at Yixing's reproach, and Yixing immediately feels bad for not softening his tone when he knows how sensitive Yifan gets during his heat, taking everything Yixing says way more personal than he usually would. During these three days, Yifan's rational side always is less present, his instincts getting stronger instead, and one of them tells him that he has to appease Yixing as his caregiver, needing to stay on his good side.
So he sidles up to Yixing, his fingers grabbing the sleeves of Yixing's shirt as if he needs something to keep him steady. At the same time, he rubs his cheek against Yixing's, and the younger isn't even sure whether it's a gesture meant to ask for his forgiveness or one that's simply an expression of Yifan seeking some kind of contact. "But I didn't want to interrupt you. You have been so stressed as of lately," is the explanation he gives, and Yixing internally winces again. Yifan doesn't know that Yixing's work, while truly busy in the last few weeks, isn't the main reason why the younger has a bit beside himself.
He fights down the desire to tell Yifan once more that no matter what, no matter how busy he might be or how much work has piled up, Yifan is always more important. But the hybrid is already at the whiny-kissy stage, darting his tongue out to lick along Yixing's skin, and like this there is no use in arguing with him either way, Yifan's whole body screaming at him to mate, so Yixing figures that he can just as well postpone the well-intended scolding. Instead he catches the catboy's head, cupping his face with his hands and holding him there so that he can cover Yifan's mouth with his.
The hybrid surges against him at the contact, pressing his whole body against Yixing and not even giving their kiss a chance to build slowly; he immediately pushes his tongue out, looking to coax Yixing's into his mouth. He's needy, and Yixing doesn't hesitate before giving the elder what he's requesting. At this stage, Yifan doesn't need slow and gentle, he needs Yixing's touches to take off the edge of desire that's been eating him up in the last few hours while the heat wreaked havoc in his veins. So Yixing holds his ground in their kiss, his fingers twisting in Yifan's hair so that he can better tilt the other's head whichever way he wants, and Yifan's hands move to grab a hold of the other's waist, pulling their lower bodies together.
Yixing's breath hitches when he feels the hybrid's erection press against his crotch. Of course Yifan is already aroused, most likely has been for hours without being able to find proper relief, but the sensation still makes Yixing's blood rush to his his neither regions. He acquiesces to Yifan's plea, starting to roll his hips against the elder's eager body, and immediately is rewarded with Yifan's breathy whines escaping in between their messy kisses. He disentangles one of his hands from the catboy's hair to let it glide down Yifan's back instead, with the intention of supporting the other by pulling his body close to Yixing's. As he gets lower, he applies more pressure to his touch, the catboy letting out approving moans and something that sounds like sighs of relief at finally having Yixing's hands on him.
Yixing keeps on kissing him deeply, completely focussed on mapping out Yifan's mouth with his tongue when he reaches Yifan's ass, groping it and using his hold to provide some counterweight for his grinding. The hybrid whines at the touch, but the sound is much higher and needier than Yixing expected, and he's broken out of his concentration for long enough to notice that something feels off. At first he can't place the foreign sensation, and then the low sound of vibrations registers with him. He pulls away from their kiss with a gasp, his eyes widened as he looks at Yifan in surprise, a surge of arousal rushing through his veins as his brain finally puts two and two together.
"Did you..." Yixing hears how his voice croaks, and he marvels at how quickly Yifan always manages to reduce him to a mess, but instead of finishing his question he presses his fingers into the fabric of Yifan's sweatpants with intent, right between the round globes of the hybrid's ass. This time a loud, throaty moan escapes from Yifan that shoots straight to Yixing's throat as the younger presses the tip of the vibrating dildo further against Yifan's prostate.
"You-" Yifan whines, his knees buckling slightly as Yixing repeats the action, prompting the younger to bring his second hand down to stabilize the other by holding onto his waist. "You weren't here, and everything was hot."
He shouldn't be surprised, Yixing thinks, because of course the catboy would be searching for some kind of relief until the younger finally gets home. Yifan still uses his toys, even when Yixing is there to take him through his heats now, so this is far from the first time that he's seeing Yifan grind back against where his hand is pushing the dildo in further, but the sight never fails to make Yixing's mind short-circuit with desire. He bites his tongue to stop himself from reminding the other he should have called if it was so bad, and instead leans up for another kiss as his hands squeeze Yifan's ass. Another needy noise falls from the catboy's mouth, but it changes into one of complaint when Yixing seals their kiss off with a short peck before withdrawing.
It's not easy to pull away, but Yifan's body has already been at its limit for hours. It shows in the way his knees are weak, and he's holding onto Yixing as if he's his lifeline. So Yixing takes his hand, and quickly makes his way towards the far end of their flat where their bedroom is located. As soon as the catboy figures out the other's intention, his complaints stop immediately, eagerly following along.
Yixing wastes no time in planting another kiss on Yifan's lips, before grabbing the hem of Yifan's shirt and pulling it over his head. The catboy, not wanting to wait another moment, reciprocates by hastily ridding the younger of his sweater and the undershirt he's wearing below it at once, and immediately searching for the younger's lips again as soon as the barrier of their shirts is out of the way. Yixing cranes his neck, the soles of his feet staying firmly planted to the ground as Yifan bends his upper body down enough to meet the younger. While their lips glide against each other, Yixing palms the other's erection through his pants, enjoying the way he can feel the low moan vibrate right against his mouth.
"Why did you put on pants?" He asks as he hooks his thumbs into the flexible waistband, ready to pull the obstructing textile out of the way. Usually the catboy doesn't particularly care for clothes as soon as he's in his heat, every kind of fabric too harsh against his sensitive skin, and he knows that the catboy wouldn't have dressed just to come greet him by the door; when Yifan's in this state, he's way too shameless to care about looking decent in front of Yixing. So it startles him that the catboy is wearing a shirt and pants, when he obviously must have had to undress in order to insert the dildo.
"I wanted to see when you come home," Yifan admits, sounding apologetic and whiny at the same time, "and you told me I should put on clothes if the curtains aren't drawn."
Yixing remembers when they were almost kicked out of their old flat because people had complained about Yifan walking around naked, and while Yixing had gotten mad that whatever they did in their own flat was their own business, he still had advised Yifan to not walk around in his birthday suit in order to not upset the harmony.
"You're stupid." is what Yixing wants to tell Yifan; stupid for bottling up his need, trying to find comfort in the pleasure the dildo provides when the catboy knows as well as Yixing does that nothing but the human's touches really help him during his heat, stupid for not even daring to fully focus on his own body's needs but instead staying poised for Yixing's return. "I'm sorry for making you wait," is what he says instead, his only task right now being to make Yifan feel good, as an apology and because that's his role and his personal pleasure.
In a flurry of movement they lose their remaining clothes, and Yixing manoeuvres Yifan onto the bed; not that it takes much effort with the hybrid willingly following every little touch of guidance from Yixing. The younger reaches for the remote control of the vibrator once they're settled, his mouth sucking bruises over Yifan's collarbones. He feels the body beneath him jolt a little when he turns the intensity of the toy up a little, the vibration having been set to the second lowest level so far as if Yifan didn't want to grant himself too much pleasure in Yixing's absence. He wonders whether that is something triggered by Yifan's submissive instincts as well, as he has always only ever encouraged the catboy to take all the pleasure he wants or needs to, and at every other time Yifan would, but during his heat he will barely dare lay a finger on himself with the intent of finding gratification.
It is all the more reason for Yixing to not drag out Yifan's first orgasm. Yixing has been through enough heats already to know that the catboy will not find any rest before he finds release, multiple times; the need to mate not being easily satisfied. Throughout the years of helping Yifan through the three days where the catboy is driven by nothing but primal needs, his stamina has improved greatly, but even now it will only last him so long.
So he slides down the catboy's body, leaving kisses, licks and soft bites in his trail. He makes a brief stop at Yifan's nipples, the tiny buds erect and particularly responsive to the wet warmth of his tongue. His own dick twitches when Yifan moans, loud and unrestrained, not a care in the world for who might hear them. All the hybrid cares about is the fact that finally Yixing is there to adore his body, and his hips buck automatically as if to give the human a not so subtle hint where Yifan actually needs the attention.
Deciding that he can always later come back to tease Yifan's nipples some more, Yixing quickly abandons his task of lathering the buds with saliva, instead shifting until he's eye to eye with the hybrids erection, curving against his stomach. He gently traces the prominent vein running along it with his pointer finger, and Yifan throws his head into the pillows, his back arching as if Yixing had already deep-throated him. It's a clear sign of how sensitive he is, and Yixing loses no time in replacing his finger with his tongue.
He half expects Yifan to come right then and there, as if the mere fact that Yixing is in some direct contact with his cock will make him spill, but surprisingly Yifan stands firm. A small smirk forms on Yixing's lips as he silently accepts the challenge. Making Yifan cum the first time is always either the easiest or the hardest, and this time it seems like he has to work for it a little. Not that he minds; he knows all of the hybrid’s spots, uses his tongue to lap at the downside of Yifan's cock while going up and scraping his teeth slightly against the heated flesh when he moves back down. He holds himself there for a few heartbeats, then swallows and repeats the motion, varying the speed a little from time to time. Yifan's hands buried in his hair give him direct feedback for how his actions are making the other feel, their tightening and loosing telling Yixing when to speed up and when to dip his tongue into the slit at the head. He contemplates changing the intensity of the vibrator, but since he will have to make Yifan cum a few more times, he decides to save the help of the toy.
He does, however, reach for where the end of the dildo is jutting out from Yifan's entrance, and he times the next bob of his head with the press of his fingers against the silicone material. The reaction is immediate, the catboy's voice breaking as he moans, and Yixing has to use his free hand for applying enough pressure on Yifan's hips to stop him from thrusting up. The hybrid's thighs are trembling when Yixing starts humming around his erection, and the sounds he's producing make arousal pool in Yixing's stomach as well. Sucking Yifan off always gets to him; the heavy weight of his cock against his tongue, the way the other is pulling at his hair strong enough that it twinges, but doesn't truly hurt. It's enough to have him move his own hips against the sheets, looking for some kind of friction with both his hands being occupied.
Yifan's release announces itself by the elder's sharp intake of breath, before he starts chanting Yixing's name; or attempts to, at least, the syllables running into another until all he produces is a drawn out "Xing". Yixing resists the hands in his hair that are trying to pull him away, humming around the catboy's length while making sure that the toy keeps jabbing at his prostate, and like this he gets Yifan to shoot his cum down his throat, the hot white liquid too much for him to swallow it all at once, but he manages to catch most of it.
Yifan sinks to the mattress, boneless, but Yixing knows that this state won't last long. He sits back on his heels to take in the sight before him, Yifan panting, his silver hair plastered to his forehead. The gentleness of the smile on Yixing's lips contrasts the way his own cock is aching with the need for release, but he just can't help himself when Yifan is looking at him like this, the content feeling of his afterglow making his features relax for a moment. The catboy mewls lowly when he catches the other's gaze on him, and reaches his hands for Yixing in a request to come close again. The younger complies, willingly entering Yifan's embrace and lowering himself down onto the taller body beneath him, their bare skin sliding against each other as Yixing presses kisses against Yifan's hungry mouth.
He brushes the thumb of his left hand over Yifan's nipple, enjoying the way Yifan's hips buck, rubbing their cocks together and drawing a moan from Yixing as well. With the right hand he reaches down for the remote control, kicking the strength of the vibration up a notch and marveling in Yifan's reactions. His cock is already half hard again, and as Yixing increases the speed step by step, the former relaxation makes way to need once more. Yixing is there to catch him, reciprocating each of Yifan's whines with a roll of his groin against Yifan's. He's half sitting on the catboy's thighs, his hips tilted so that he can grind down perfectly, and the further he presses Yifan into the mattress, the deeper it makes the vibrator dig into the hybrid.
Eventually he reaches the maximum vibration, and Yifan is panting heavily against his lips as he tries to decide whether to move down against the toy or up to where Yixing's cock is brushing against his. The younger decides to help his decision a little, and he takes the hand of Yifan's that's currently resting against Yixing's lower back, pressing the other down. He guides him by the wrist to where their cocks are rubbing against each other, the catboy immediately understanding what Yixing wants. His fingers are longer than Yixing's, so he has no troubles wrapping them around both their lengths, increasing the friction tenfold. This time it's Yixing's turn to throw his head back with a guttural moan, and he feels Yifan preen with the knowledge that he's pleasing his mate. They try to keep on kissing, but with the way Yixing's hips are rutting against Yifan's, they're both too breathless and too preoccupied with the stimulation to concentrate on their mouth's movements, making their kisses end up being random and sloppy.
Yixing contemplates drawing away, because he's close to the edge, but he's too weak-willed. The catboy's hand feels too good wrapped around his cock, and the keen that leaves Yifan's lips whenever the vibrator jolts within him goes straight to his groin. So when he feels the heat pool in his stomach, he lets his second hand join the first one on Yifan's chest, rubbing his nipples as he tries to push the hybrid over the edge together with him. Yifan's back arches, as his hands continues moving up and down around their cocks, his voice getting stuck in his throat as a desperate noise vibrates within his chest. Yixing recognizes the purr, the desperate kind, that the catboy only ever produces when he's beyond the border of coherency from pleasure. It's a noise the younger only hears during Yifan's heat, when his senses are especially heightened, and it's the last straw, making Yixing cum with a gasp of Yifan's name.
Simultaneously, he leans down to bite into the catboy's neck, careful not to break the skin but strong enough to make the elder feel the pressure. It's a possessive gesture he has learned about from Yifan, the bite mark showing his claim on his mate. Since he's a human, it doesn't quite work the same as he can't transfer his smell through his saliva the way hybrids can, but Yifan's body always recognizes the gesture as what it's meant to be. It never fails to push Yifan over the edge, the taller male cuming with a cry, his whole body convulsing against Yixing's as the stimulation becomes too much for him to take. They rut against each other until they're both milked dry, their release sticky between their bodies but neither of them mind. Yixing darts his tongue out to glide over the bite mark as he tries to catch his breath a little before they continue, the gesture meant to soothe the tender skin as much as it is the completion of the claiming.
"Are you okay?" Yixing asks, gently stroking down Yifan's arm with his right hand until he can link his fingers together with Yifan's unsoiled ones, his other hand turning the vibrator off. The hybrid appreciates the gesture with a light squeeze, and swallows once in an attempt to moisten his raw throat, but he eventually answers Yixing's question with a slight nod.
"How about you?" the catboy's voice comes out as a whisper, and Yixing smiles down at him before moving to press a soft peck against his lips.
"Fine," he answers, and tells Yifan to just wipe his hand against the sheets when he notices the hybrid being unsure what to do with the soiled palm; they'll have to wash the sheets either way. Yifan does as he's told, and then uses his free hand to rest against Yixing's shoulder blade as the younger plasters Yifan's face with small kisses; moving from his cheeks over his nose to the point directly between his eyebrows. He brushes the other's hair away from his sweat matted forehead before letting his lips linger there for a bit longer. Kissing Yifan's forehead is an expression of affection he's been doing for way longer than they've been dating for, and therefore it holds a special place in both their hearts.
He gives both of them a little time to recover, supporting his weight on his elbow as he locks his lips with Yifan. Eventually the catboy's content sighs regain their needy edge, and they change to whines, the sign that Yifan's body is demanding its next release. Yixing reacts by deepening their kisses again, knowing that while he can go another round, he does still need a bit longer until his energy properly returns. So he stalls by sucking Yifan's tongue into his mouth, his thumb stroking over the back of Yifan's hand. The elder responds to his kisses eagerly, but at the same time he becomes more and more pleading for Yixing to move faster, his cock already half hard again, rubbing against Yixing's body as much as the other lets him.
Yixing concedes eventually, pressing his fingertips into Yifan's side as he breaks their kiss in favour of nibbling at Yifan's lower lip. "Can you get on your hands and knees for me?" he asks in a silent whisper, waiting for the other to nod--quite excitedly so, the prospect of Yixing resuming their previous activities having the hybrid more than eager--before he moves away to give Yifan the room to shift into the position he requested.
The elder scrambles up as soon as he can, and Yixing can feel his own cock twitch slightly at the sight of Yifan presenting himself so willingly to him. With his rear sticking in Yixing's direction, he has a perfect sight of where vibrator is still disappearing in the hybrid's hole. "I don't think we need this anymore," he says, tapping the toy slightly as an indication what he's talking about. Yifan hums in agreement, and moans softly when Yixing pulls the dildo out, the stimulation making his arousal grow even more. Bereft of the dick-shaped silicone, his rim clenches around nothing but air, and although Yifan tries to suppress the noise, he still lets out a small noise of complaint.
Yixing shushes him, and tells him that there's no need to be sad, he will be full again soon enough, and Yifan mewls at the promises, shuffling a little to get his behind even closer to Yixing, his tail swishing around in an attempt to attract the younger man. It works in making desire pool in Yixing's stomach, and he moves forward to gently brush his fingertips around the base of Yifan's tail, before taking a light hold of the furry appendage and stroking down it with his hand. The catboy's tail is one of Yifan's weak spots, much like Yixing's neck is for the human, and the throaty moan the elder produces at the touch sends a pleasant shiver down Yixing's spine. He traces his hand's movements with his nose, rubbing it against the silky silver hairs and drawing further approving noises from the hybrid.
But as much as Yixing loves playing with Yifan's tail, he has other intentions, and so he lets go of it in favour of facing the other's protruding rear. Unconsciously he darts a tongue over his lips at the sight, before grabbing both ass cheeks with his hands. Yifan's thighs quiver slightly as he moans in approval when Yixing starts massaging the globes lightly, making the younger smirk. He applies more pressure with his right hand as he pulls his left hand away in order to make way for his mouth, biting playfully at the flesh. Yifan's breath hitches, and gets released again in a shuddering exhale as Yixing darts his tongue over the spot before repeating the action. At this point, Yifan is high-strung, every touch of Yixing's reducing him to a shivering and moaning mess. It means that Yixing has an easy job with pleasuring Yifan, but he still is thorough with it.
After he deems the other's backside appropriately abused by his mouth, he darts a kittenish lick against the base of Yifan's tail, and doesn't even take the time to properly enjoy the catboy's reaction before he follows the cleft of his ass, down to Yifan's entrance. He feels Yifan hold his breath in anticipation, and he's half tempted to hold out on the hybrid, but then the other lets out one of his high-pitched, pleading whines, and Yixing knows that he'll give in either way. So he licks along the other's rim first, massaging it with his tongue, before breaking past the ring of muscles. Since Yifan has already had the vibrator up his ass, he's quite loose already, and Yixing can easily feel along Yifan's inner walls. He laps up the self-lubrication of the catboy, having long since gotten used to it's taste, to the point where he finds it downright arousing. It had been weird at first for Yixing who had only been with human partners before Yifan, but he has learned to appreciate it ever since.
A shiver wrecks through Yifan's body at the feel of Yixing's tongue, his breathless voice calling for Yixing to continue, to give him more. Yixing resists at first, keeping his pace, but eventually he brings his free hand up, pressing his fingers into Yifan's skin right above his tongue and dragging them upwards to the base of Yifan's tail. His mouth stretches into a smirk even while he keeps eating Yifan out as he grabs the furry appendage again, holding on tighter this time and using his thumb to massage its sensitive spots.
Yifan gasps at the new sensation, his arms bucking. Unable to support his own body weight any longer, his upper body drops down, the pillow muffling his moans as the new position makes his ass jut out even more, much to Yixing's pleasure. He keeps up with his ministrations, paying special attention to the hybrid's tail, until he can feel the elder's hole spasm around his tongue, signalling him that Yifan has found release yet again.
Yixing is panting when he finally pulls his head away from Yifan's ass, but it's nothing compared to the way Yifan's chest is heaving and falling. After his third release, exhaustion is slowly settling into the catboy's muscles. It's obvious from the way his thighs are quivering from the mere strain of holding himself up, but when Yifan feels Yixing lean back, he immediately whines for the other to come back, to finally fuck him. Even though he came just now, Yifan's still hard, the heat keeping him aroused, and Yixing willingly moves to drape himself over the other's body again in a reassuring weight.
He presses kisses up Yifan's spine, from the base of his tail ‘til his shoulder blades, and leaning over him like this makes Yixing's cock press against the other's ass. Yifan mewls weakly when he feels the hot length, and shuffles in an attempt to get Yixing to glide in, but the younger has other plans, taking physical state into account.
Yixing, much like Yifan, prefers positions where he can look Yifan in the eye, where can see his features contort in pleasure as he drills into the hybrid, but their height difference sadly has him at a slight disadvantage. Usually is doesn't matter much; dancing has taught him how to move his hips, and Yifan is flexible enough to be bent in half. But even though they can make it work, Yixing can put the most strength into his thrusts and angle them the best when he's taking Yifan from behind like this. As this is only the first day of Yifan's heat, he knows he needs to ration his energy, and this is the position that brings the best result with the least effort.
"Spread your knees further apart," he whispers, knowing that the hybrid can pick up on his voice even when it's weak. Yixing uses one hand to push against Yifan's lower back, making the elder's hips move down until he's resting completely against the bed, and Yixing follows him down. He cages the other beneath him, both hands resting besides Yifan's head as he lies between Yifan's spread legs. Like this, he can perfectly align his cock with the catboy's hole, and with a soft kiss against Yifan's shoulder blade he asks for permission to push in. Yifan answers him with a string of please, begging with primal instinct for the other's cock to fill him, to make him whole, to douse the fire that's still burning in his veins. And who is Yixing to object.
The glide in is slow, way slower than it needs to be because Yifan is well-stretched from the vibrator and the need to mate makes him pretty much unreceptive for the pain that breaching his rim usually brings, but for this part, Yixing likes to take his time. He holds his breath while Yifan's warmth envelops him, trying to resist the temptation to just thrust in. Perhaps Yifan would have even liked that, but Yixing sinks in at a steady pace until he's buried till the hilt. There he stills, much to Yifan's distress, the catboy's drawn-out moan ending with a whimper and Yixing sucks a bruise into his back, right beside his spine, in an attempt to placate him. As soon as he has regained his breath a little, he starts gyrating his hips, only slightly first, but in accordance to the rising volume of Yifan's moans he adds strength, intent, until he's putting all of his dancing practice to work, moving in waves against Yifan. The purring starts again, prompting Yixing's to start pulling out before thrusting back in in earnest.
The way Yifan is chanting his name is music to Yixing's ears, and it adds fuel to the passion coursing through his veins, making him look for Yifan's sweet spot with added urgency. There is sweat dripping into his eyes from his eyebrows, but he couldn't care less when Yifan suddenly arches his back, his hoarse voice almost breaking as he keens. Yixing keeps exactly that angle, and the strength of his thrusts makes Yifan slide against their bed sheets, the smooth cloth rubbing against his dick. Yixing needs both of his arms to maintain his balance, so instead of reaching for the other's length like he usually would, he properly times his thrusts, varying between drilling into Yifan at high speed and pushing in with strength and holding himself against the hybrid's prostate.
The catboy doesn't stop shouting his name with that purring voice of his, and with his hole clenching around Yixing's length pushes the younger to the edge. He's at his limit, both stamina and self-restraint wise, but the way Yifan is rutting against the mattress tells him that the other is close as well. He uses his last strength to lower his upper body down until he can attach his lips to Yifan's skin, exchanging his former motion for shallow thrusts, the tip of his cock a constant weight rubbing against Yifan's prostate. It pushes the catboy past the point of coherency, and when he throws his head back it gives Yixing the perfect opportunity to nip at the elder's neck.
Then Yifan is cumming, a throaty moan that sounds more like a sob ripping from his throat, his breath hitching as he rides out his high by pressing back against Yixing. The younger immediately follows, the hybrid's orgasm the permission for him to cum too, and he climaxes with a groan, taking delight in the weak mewl that shows Yifan's approval for the feeling of Yixing's hot semen filling him up. He slumps down as soon as he has completely emptied himself, his limbs feeling liquid and he doesn't even want to imagine how Yifan must feel, having cum twice as many times as him already.
He presses lazy kisses against Yifan's spine, letting his cock go soft while still buried in the comfortable warmth of the catboy's body. Yixing could stay joined like this forever, but the skin beneath his lips is still hot, flushed with more than just post-coital exhaustion, and when the younger eventually pulls out, Yifan still protests weakly, a low whimper changing into a moan at the drag of Yixing's cock against his rim.
Yixing urges the catboy to turn around with gentle touches, and Yifan does, flopping over to the side of the bed where the sheets are still relatively clean. He looks up at Yixing with dilated pupils, his mouth hanging open as his breath comes out in puffs.
"Yixing," he weakly calls out, the younger heading his wish immediately, moving until he's hovering above the catboy.
"What do you need, love?" he asks, one hand cupping the catboy's cheek and leaving a soft kiss on his lips.
"I want to see you," Yifan pleads, his voice coarse and scratchy, but Yixing has no troubles understanding him. For a split second, he doesn't quite get the other's request, as Yifan obviously is able to see him right then, but then it clicks.
"Of course," Yixing tells the catboy, and leans down to join their lips while his hand slides down the other's body.
Despite the temperature of his skin, Yifan clearly is exhausted; it's easy to tell from the way he's slumping against the sheets, barely enough strength left to crane his neck to properly meet Yixing in the kiss. The younger sighs mentally with relief that the hybrid has more or less made it through his first wave of his heat, and he knows that soon they'll both be able to catch some sleep before the next one hits.
So he kisses Yifan back into the pillows, the hybrid's length hot and heavy in his hand. Yixing swallows all the low, hoarse whines, drinks them up and reciprocates by twisting his hand in a slightly different angle, applying a bit more pressure when he comes down to the base and loosening his grip again as he moves up. He loves having Yifan like this, still begging for his love and attention, but so weak and sated already that every little action of Yixing's makes him whine for more. Despite being unable to do much, he trusts Yixing to take good care of him, and like this Yixing always feels the most in love, when the hybrid drinks up his affections hungrily.
Yifan has troubles keeping his eyes open against the sensations, oversensitivity from already having cum four times warring against the last spark of need still coursing in his blood, but Yixing covers the catboy's mouth with his in a wordless concession that Yifan doesn't need to fight against his body's reactions. The elder holds Yixing's gaze with lidded eyes for as long as he can, but when Yixing changes the rhythm of his strokes, Yifan's face scrunches up in pleasure. The younger works his hand up and down, making sure to dip his thumb into the slit at the tip of the catboy's cock whenever he can, smearing the precum oozing from there to make the glide of his hand even easier. Yifan's body tries to react to the pleasure racking through his body, but his muscles are too exhausted for him to arch his back properly.
Yixing nips at Yifan's neck as the elder throws his head back, a weak moan leaving his lips. The sound urges Yixing to speed up, and no matter how often he's already managed to push Yifan over the edge tonight, he's still greedy for more, more noises, more reactions. "Yixing," the catboy calls in a whiny tone, and the younger immediately knows what Yifan wants, so he moves up to kiss the sounds from Yifan's lips, giving the hybrid the sense of connection he wants. The way Yifan kisses back is desperate, although his movements are sloppily because the pleasure wrecking through his weakened body robs him of his proper coordination skills, and Yixing gets even more gratification from knowing that he's the one who has caused this state.
He keeps on brushing his lips against Yifan's, whispering reassurances and compliments against them, telling the catboy how good he's doing, how good he looks, and how Yixing doesn't know what he would do if he didn't have Yifan by his side. Yixing knows how much the words get to Yifan, how much the hybrid lives off the praise and he can tell the immediate reaction in the way Yifan's finger dig deeper into the skin of his hips, holding him tighter as an encouragement to continue. It doesn't take much more than a few more quiet words, another flick of his wrist followed by applying pressure to the slit at the tip of Yifan's cock for a split second longer, and when Yixing brings his hand back down Yifan is cumming, shooting his semen all over Yixing's hand and his own stomach, a broken whimper the only sound his vocal chords are still capable of producing.
Yixing helps the hybrid through this climax, the way he's already helped him through his previous ones, but this time he gets to see Yifan's face as the catboy reaches his orgasm, and although he is completely spent, the wave of arousal running through his body all of a sudden has him shudder. He doesn't stop moving his hand until Yifan has completely emptied himself, and when the catboy goes boneless beneath him with exhaustion, Yixing kisses him all the gentler, his tongue brushing against the other's swollen lips and massaging them softly. Yifan, despite being worn out, still opens his mouth to coax Yixing inside, enjoying the lazy way their tongues brush against each other as he can drown all his senses in everything Yixing.
It's the part Yixing always enjoys the most about Yifan's heats, when they lie pressed together once the burning desire is satisfied and Yixing has quickly cleaned them both up. In these times, their bodies tangle so perfectly with each other that one could think they have been molded into one entity. Lying like this they trade slow kisses and soft touches, Yixing's hands brushing through Yifan's hair, messing with the short strands at his neck, and Yifan's fingers dancing up and down Yixing's sides, as if he were tracing invisible lines there before moving to draw shapes on his back whenever Yixing lies half of top of him. It's not that they only cuddle together like this for post-coital snuggles when Yifan is in his heat, but it are the afterglow and utter exhaustion from the strain of their previous activities that always make Yixing cherish it even more then when they usually curl together like this.
But no matter how much both enjoy the leisure, the relaxation eventually overwhelms Yifan and he drifts off to sleep first, the heat having wrecked his body much more than it did Yixing's, although the human can't say he's unaffected. He tries his best to stay awake for a bit longer to marvel at the sight of Yifan's sleeping face, his hair disheveled and sticking slightly to his sweaty forehead. He lets his hand follow the lines of Yifan's cheekbones, the strong lines of his brows and down the bridge of his nose, until he reaches Yifan's lips. On any normal night he would be afraid of waking the catboy up, but he knows that Yifan will sleep like a stone for a few hours at least, so he doesn't hesitate in pressing down a little against the other's lips. A low noise rumbles from the catboy's chest, but it's only an unconscious reaction to Yixing's touches, no danger of him waking up. Eventually Yixing lets his thumb glide down, opening Yifan's mouth a little by pulling his chin down as he leans up to press one last kiss against the hybrid's lips. It lingers as the seconds tick by, then the younger pulls away. He casts one last look at his sleeping lover before settling against the elder's broad chest, his arms wound tightly around the other's torso as he follows Yifan into the land of dreams.
They spend the next two days mostly in bed, pushing their bodies to the limit and past it as Yixing provides Yifan with all the sexual gratification that the heat burning through his veins requires. It's not the first time that he's grateful for having a job that keeps him well in training, so he doesn't need to rely on Yifan's toys too much to bring the hybrid relief. Not that he doesn't still need their help, the catboy's heightened sex drive too much for his human stamina to keep up, but he knows that the climaxes his own touches tease from Yifan always provide the hybrid with much more satisfaction than those triggered by the toys do.
By the noon of the second day, most of the fire burning underneath the hybrid's skin has been placated, and all that's left are 187 centimeter of snuggle-neediness. The last part of Yifan's heat always leaves them like this, tangled together in bed, their bodies so exhausted that even going to the kitchen for food seems like a Herculean task. Yifan remains needy during these hours, whining at Yixing to give him the comfort his body is screaming for. But instead of needing the younger to make him moan and keen, to fill him up and claim him as his, Yifan just needs Yixing to be close, so he can bathe in the contentment that is thrumming beneath his skin whenever Yixing writes words onto his bare chest, like fleeting lyrics to songs he'll never perpetuate on paper.
They usually spend these hours napping. Yifan's brain, not yet quite recovered from the rush of hormones that renders him unable to hold onto any thought for longer than a few seconds if it is unrelated to either procreation or appealing to Yixing, making it difficult to lead more than very simple conversations, but Yixing doesn't mind that. Even with Yifan by his side, his life is a constant rush, simply because Yixing always finds way to keep himself busy, and although he is busy in a good way, he still values these little breaks every two months. Yifan might be the one whose hormones bind him to Yixing, but Yixing needs the hybrid just as much to ground him, to balance him and make him find rest and peace as soon as he returns home from work. It's clear to both of them, that what they have is something lasting. Imprinting is forever, after all, and five years later Yixing is still as in love with the hybrid as he has been on the first day.
Closer to the evening, Yifan slowly starts coming back to normal, although his elevated clinginess stays, most often lasting well into the next day. With the heat slowly leaving from his system, the hybrid also starts shivering, and when Yixing offers that they can just pull the covers up and get ready for sleep, Yifan looks contemplative for a moment before shaking his head.
"I'll be right back," he tells the younger, pecking his nose before jumping out of bed and disappearing out of the room, leaving a puzzled Yixing behind.
True to his word, Yifan reappears in the door frame mere moments later, but now he's not only wearing the boxers in which he left, but there also is an all too familiar sweater, the blue colour washed out to a Cornflower shade and the motif on it's front long gone.
Yixing watches Yifan with wide eyes as the hybrid makes his way back to the bed, quickly slipping back underneath the covers and sidling close to Yixing. "I just remembered that I put it into the cupboard in the hallway," Yifan offers by means of explanation, as if it's no big deal.
Yixing, however, continues gaping at Yifan. He hasn't seen the elder wear this sweater in years, and he almost forgot it even existed, the blue piece of clothing a faint, bittersweet memory rather than something within actual, tangible reach for him.
"I didn't even know you kept it," he eventually says, earning himself a funny glance from the hybrid.
"Of course I kept it," Yifan says, and he doesn't even elaborate, as if it is completely obvious why he kept the sweater, as if there is absolutely no way for him to not keep it. "It is exactly what I need right now," he explains, pulling at the sleeves that are already too short for him until they cover his hands and bringing them up until he can smell at the fabric.
Like this, he looks so small again, which doesn't make sense at all since the sweater in no way accentuates how small Yifan is, rather pointing clearly out how tall he's grown. And yet Yixing's heart contracts with unbelievable fondness and the sense of protectiveness he's been carrying around for as long as he knows the hybrid.
He has been planning to ask Yifan in two weeks, when they'll have their fifth anniversary as an official couple. There is supposed to be a dinner, the classical way, and flowers, and a bottle of that one champagne brand that Yifan won't admit to liking because he thinks it's too expensive. But he just can't stop himself. Perhaps he's also going through an afterglow as a result of Yifan's heat that elevates the fondness he feels in accordance to Yifan's every action. It doesn't really matter though, before he knows it he himself has clambered out of bed and rushed to the hallway where he unceremoniously dropped his stuff two days ago.
The coat is still where he left it, crumbled on the ground, and he quickly bends down to retrieve the small box he had been nervously turning in his fingers on his way home. Yifan is watching him curiously when he returns, his ears perking up and he sits straighter when he sees the slight nervousness in the set of Yixing's shoulders, the hands he's keeping behind his back a dead giveaway that there is something up.
"I originally meant to do this when we have our five year anniversary," Yixing starts as he sits down on the bed again, the mattress dipping slightly beneath his weight, "but I don't want to wait anymore. This is one of the things were you can keep on waiting for the perfect moment but something will always be off. And you wearing this sweater, that's what makes this the perfect moment."
Yifan's mouth is hanging slightly open, and his expression looks slightly suspicious, as if he has an idea where Yixing is heading but he doesn't quite know whether his guess is correct.
Yixing continues, undeterred by the tight ball of nervousness in his stomach, "We have been living here in Shanghai for five years now, and you know as well as me that this place was no home for me until you came, and the moment you moved into that tiny hole of a flat with me, Changsha, while always being the place where Baba and Mama live, and where we grew up, kind of lost that feeling the moment you left. So the only logical conclusion is that my home," Yixing pauses shortly, passing the box into his left hand so that he can press his right hand against Yifan's chest, "is wherever you are. It took me a long time to realize that, but now I have no doubt about it. And I know you might think it's silly, and just a social convention of human society that doesn't apply to us as a couple either way, but do you want to become my husband?"
With that he pulls the box out from behind his back, and reluctantly draws his hand back from Yifan's chest to open the lid. Inside are two simple, silver bands, inlaid with two gems each. Yixing made sure to get stones that fit the colour of their eyes, the soft green of Yifan's Celadon ones and the amber colour of his own creating a combination that the jeweller seemed rather fond of.
"I don't know if we can actually, legally, get married. I have a friend from our legal department who's doing me a big favour and looking into the matter, but even if we can't get married on the paper, I still want to exchange rings with you."
Yifan looks at him in puzzlement, as if in all the things he expected, this wasn't included, and when he stays silent, Yixing continues talking, feeling like he failed in getting all the thoughts across he's been carrying with him for the last few months since he started thinking about this decision.
"The thing is, I don't want people to ask anymore if it is stressful to own a catboy. I don't want them to look at you and praise me for training you so well. Rather I want them to look at you and wonder why you're wearing a ring. I want people to ask me why the ring I wear looks the same, and I want to grab your hand and show them both of our rings, telling them that my ring looks the same because I am yours, in exactly the same way that you are mine," Yixing explains, his gaze staying fix on Yifan the whole time.
When the catboy's eyes start watering, Yixing scoots forward, a wavering smile on his face because even if it aren't tears of sadness, seeing the glistening in Yifan's eyes give makes his heart sting. "Hey, hey, it's my role in this relationship to cry, you know?" he playfully scolds Yifan with a small, self-ironic laugh as he recalls all the times in their life when he was the one with misty eyes while Yifan was a bastion of calm. "Come on, don't cry." When Yifan stars sniffling, Yixing leans forward to kiss the tears from the corner of his eyes before the droplets can even begin to fall down, the gesture making Yifan chuckle lightly.
"I shouldn't have asked in the wake of your heat when your hormonal balance is still upset," Yixing murmurs against the skin of Yifan's face, the words sounding more like a he's thinking loud rather than actually addressing Yifan, the elder's laugh sounding like a half-sob, but one that speaks of agreement.
"Yes," the hybrid says a heartbeat later, when Yixing's kisses linger for longer than necessary, and Yixing smiles against his cheek before drawing back.
"Sorry for the bad timing," he apologizes again, but Yifan shakes his head as if he doesn't agree with the younger.
"No, Yixing, what I meant is yes I do," he elaborates, putting special emphasises on the few words last word.
"Yes?" the younger asks for confirmation, as if he's expecting his ears to be playing tricks on him, but Yifan just nods in confirmation. And Yixing, unable to put the rush of joy into words, instead surges forward to press a kiss to Yifan's mouth.
"Thank you," he whispers when he pulls back, his voice slightly choked up, and Yifan laughs at how the equilibrium has been restored, before he leans down to meet Yixing's lips again.