Chapter 17: Midnight Switch

Xiao Chen was awake at the first whisper.

The scent in the little room had changed.

His own had faded to a low ember, and over it, thick and sweet as warm honey, rolled Shen Yan's.

Shen Yan lay curled on his side with his fists in the sofa cushion.

His hair was wet with sweat and his thighs were slick to the knee.

"It hurts," he said. "It's not like the first time. It's low and it won't stop."

"It's the clean-out. The last of it leaving." Xiao Chen sat up and pulled him into his lap. "I've got you."

"Please."

"I know. Breathe."

He laid a hand on the flat of Shen Yan's belly and felt the muscles clench under his palm.

He rubbed slow circles there until the cramp let go.

Then he fetched the water cooler's last cup and held it to the boy's mouth.

Shen Yan drank in small gulps, and the cup shook.

"You were so good to me," he said. "In the heat. You did everything."

"So now I do it again."

"You're not in heat."

"It's about finished." Xiao Chen set the cup down. "Lie back."

Shen Yan lay back on the sofa, and Xiao Chen knelt on the floor between his knees.

The jumper came off first, then the trousers.

Shen Yan's cock stood flushed and leaking against his stomach, and slick shone down the inside of both thighs.

His scent was so strong it made Xiao Chen's own body ache.

"Look at you," Xiao Chen said softly.

"Don't. I'm a mess."

"You are the best thing I have ever seen."

He took Shen Yan's cock in his mouth, all at once, and the groan that came out of the boy rang off the filing cabinets.

He sucked slowly, deliberately, with his tongue flat along the underside.

He cupped Shen Yan's balls in one palm.

With his other hand he reached lower and found the soaked hole, and slid one finger in without effort.

"Oh God. Oh, more."

A second finger followed, then a third, sinking into hot, clenching slick.

Xiao Chen crooked them, found the spot, and rubbed.

Shen Yan's back bowed off the sofa.

"Please. Please, I need you in me."

"Not yet."

"Xiao Chen."

"Not yet," Xiao Chen said against his thigh, "because I'm going to make you come first, and then I'm going to make you come again."

He bobbed his head faster, swallowing around the head of the cock, working the fingers deep and quick.

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