Page 87 of From Beijing, With Love

“I have … It’s just been a while.” Yang’s face flushed crimson. “A long while.”

“It’s okay.” Daniel reached for Yang’s face, feeling the stubble left by the long day. He wanted everything with this man. Whatever Yang had to offer was good enough for him.

Yang turned his head and met Daniel’s hand with his lips, lingering on each fingertip before diving down to Daniel’s lips. He slid a knee between Daniel’s legs, spreading them open. The assertiveness of it lit Daniel’s whole body on fire, making him just a touch desperate.

Stretching his arm out, Daniel slid the drawer of the nightstand open. He fumbled for the travel-sized bottle of lubricant and the foiled square while Yang wrapped a hand around his hardness. Daniel could come like this, but he wasn’t going to come without being fucked by Yang.

“You’ll let me know if I’m … horrible at it?” Yang asked.

“You’ll get a report card after,” Daniel said with a smile, taking a page out of Yang’s book. Yang wasted no time wiping that smile off Daniel’s face as he ran his tongue along Daniel’s length, drawing a gasp out of Daniel as he swirled his tongue around the tip.

“So far, A plus,” Daniel managed to say.

“What about now?” Yang’s voice was low and dangerous as he slipped a finger, slick with lube, into Daniel with an agonizing gentleness.

“A plus … plus,” Daniel said as Yang moved on to two fingers. He arched for Yang, all but begging for more. The slow tease persisted until it stopped altogether, leaving only the pressure. Daniel was going mad. His hips rocked shamelessly in compensation, but it wasn’t nearly enough.

Yang smiled then, crooked, full of wickedness. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” Daniel said with absolute certainty, letting the single word reverberate in the space between them. Then he heard the tearing of the foil—a loud crinkle in the quietness of the room. A lurid sound that suggested what was to come.

Bracing one hand on Daniel’s knee, Yang pushed himself inside of Daniel, again with that frustrating gentleness. Daniel shifted his position to better receive Yang’s cock. Only when he took Yang to the hilt did he feel the fullness that he so craved.

“You … you feel so good,” Yang croaked, his words going straight to Daniel’s head and cock.

Daniel looked up at Yang, with his lithe build and his taut muscles, his sun-tanned skin, and that look of absolute debauchery on his face. All Daniel could think about was that Yang was inside of him.

Yang. The person Daniel fucking loved was, well, fucking him.

He said the only three words he could summon at that moment. The only words that made sense.

“I love you,” Daniel said. When their eyes met, he thought maybe Yang would break the promise and say it back. Maybe he wanted Yang to.

Instead of giving him those three words, Yang finally gave Daniel what he wanted. He drove into Daniel faster and harder, fucking Daniel the way that Daniel needed. Finally, Daniel wasn’t thinking about tomorrow, about leaving. He wasn’t thinking about anything other than the all-consuming hardness of Yang inside of him, the way Yang’s face contorted with pleasure, that single bead of sweat trailing down the curvature of Yang’s neck, the sound of Yang’s moans as he lost himself in the moment.

Daniel’s past sexual experiences ranged from downright awful to pretty great, but being fucked by Yang was different. The way Yang fucked him, deriving his own pleasure from Daniel’s body, made Daniel feel used, in a good way. Then their eyes would meet and Yang’s face would soften in a way that made Daniel feel precious, worshipped. Loved.

Maybe that was the difference.

Daniel was being lifted up and up along a cliff with each thrust, until he hovered at the precipice. He was so fucking close, so desperately in need of the fall. The release. Yang reached down then, wrapping his hand around Daniel’s cock, owning Daniel’s pleasure in every way. A few strokes was all it took to push Daniel over the edge. He came loudly with Yang’s name on his tongue, a blinding orgasm that scrambled his brain.

“Say it again. Tell me you …” Yang’s voice was strained, like those few words took a Herculean effort.

“I love you.” Daniel offered up those three words again and watched them take Yang over the edge.

After Yang collapsed on top of him, Daniel wrapped his arms around Yang, wanting to hold on to this closeness just a while longer. He kissed Yang’s neck and felt each beat of Yang’s heart against his lips. He put his mouth around that pulse, like he could suck it into his own body and have a piece of Yang with him always. It left behind a bruise, marking Yang as his, for the moment anyway.

“What did I get on the report card?” Yang asked as he propped himself up with his hands. With that lopsided grin on his face, he looked every ounce like someone who had never gotten a bad grade, ever.

Daniel rolled his eyes. “B minus.”

“Really?” Yang’s smile wavered, and Daniel’s heart twisted in response, like the two were tethered.

“No, it was …” Daniel, with his potty mouth and in-the-gutter mind, was suddenly shy with words.

“It was what?” Yang’s smile returned as he planted a kiss on Daniel’s lips.

“Good, no, great.” Fuck it, he was never one for eloquence. “It was fucking amazing.”