okay, 2020 modern au. thread will get nsfw later

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wangxian living alone and apart, just in the beginning of their relationship when their cities go under lockdown. lwj has a good job, he can wfh, but wwx has a min wage, customer facing job where he gets paid by the hour.

he lives paycheck to paycheck, so his very little savings dry up fast after his work has to close temporarily. he puts the very little subsidy he receives towards rent and groceries, but that too leaves him with almost nothing.

he wasn’t going to tell lwj, but he must have sounded extra bad on one of their voice calls, because his bf is such a sweetheart and asks what’s the matter. he ends up breaking down, scared he can’t make his rent, he’ll lose his job, he’ll be homeless…

(nevermind the provisions and laws that are put in place rn, but he isn’t thinking straight)

the jiangs were right, he’s just a good for nothing piece of shit.

lwj tries to calm him, to reassure everything’s going to be okay. lwj won’t force him because he knows how wwx is about being helped, but he’s there if wwx wants. and oh, how lwj wants.

they end up having phone sex, but with the cameras trained on their faces, when lwj asks wwx to turn on video chat and wwx had started to mindlessly self soothe by putting his fingers in his mouth.

lwj starts calling him daily. always a good night call, often one during his lunch break, and sometimes he does a morning call if wwx is already awake. wwx sleeps a lot now that he has nothing to do and nowhere to go.

the dark circles under his eyes are less from lack of sleep now and more lack of everything else.

lwj sends him boxes of food. wires him money when he can’t send what wwx needs, like his meds. he pays wwx’s rent — it’s not that high anyway, he lives in an extremely cheap but far neighbourhood— when the lockdown gets extended and wwx’s work is still closed.

tells him not to stress about looking for a new job, lwj’s got him covered. it’s easier to take on some extra hours now that he doesn’t have to worry about the commute, and he spends a lot of time wondering how soon is too soon to ask wwx to break his lease and move in with him.

wwx sees lwj is almost near breaking point with all the things piling up on him, but unlike wwx he doesn’t budge when asked. wwx doesn’t know what he can do about it until one friday night.

they had fooled around a little on call, lwj came but wwx hadn’t and he was still on edge, even an hour after they hung up.

he pulls out a couple of his toys and lube and fucks himself slowly, recording it all on his phone. after being stated and slipping a little, he bundles the best parts together and sends it off to his boyfriend.

it’s almost 2am by now, so he won’t see it for another few hours, but he doesn’t work on saturdays anyway.

wwx is shocked awake in the morning by his phone ringing and answers it without even checking the caller id.

“wei ying.” gasps lwj on the other end. wwx can gear the faint sounds of his own voice in the background, of something else too, slick and shifting.

“lan zhan?” wwx sits up, rubbing at his eyes, still half asleep. he just listens as lwj is silent, save for the moving sounds. he hears his own voice gasp.

oh! right, wwx almost forgot he’d made and sent that last night, still in the haze of sleep. “l-lan zhan, are you..?”

lwj grunts & wwx’s phone beeps with a request for video call. he’s greeted with his first ever sight of lwj’s hard, full cock. lwj’s got his fist wrapped tight around his base, but he starts moving it when he sees wwx’s real time picture appear on his screen.

wwx breathes out his name like it’s holy, his own cock twitching in his sleep shorts.

lwj darts his eyes from his sleepy bf on his phone to the same man on his tablet screen, fucking himself with a vibrator up his hole & his fingers down his throat. he’d already gotten most of the way through the video until he’d given into the need to see & hear the real thing.

he moans and gasps out loud into his phones microphone as he jerks himself off to wwx, gripping himself tightly as the wwx in the video starts coming without warning all over his stomach and calling for lwj.

the present wwx breathes heavily as he watches his bf watch him, his own hand pressed hard against his cock thru his clothes. he rocks down into it when lwj stops, whimpering out his name the same time his recorded self does. ugh, he feels even worse than he did last night.

“lan zhan,” he sobs out, catching lwj’s attention now. “will you please, please fuck me when this is over?”

wwx abandons his phone against his headboard, fingers clutching at his sheets as he grinds his hips into his other hand.

“of course, baby.” lwj’s got his full attention on his boyfriend now the video has stopped. “i’ll fuck you so good, however you want it.” his cock twitches, heavy in his palm with the need to come. “wei ying, can i..?”

“please please please come, lan zhan. please, i wanna see it. i wanna taste it.” wwx babbles, eyes trained on his screen where lwj’s hand flies over his cock. wwx’s breath hitches when lwj moans loudly as he comes, white flowing from the tip.

wwx sticks his tongue out and leans forward, like he could actually reach out and lick it. lwj sees this and, fuck, he milks himself for the last few drops because that is /too/ hot.

“wei ying,” he chokes out when his vision is no longer lopsided. “will you move in with me?”

ah, another fuck.

wwx, on the edge of orgasm again himself, has the world come crashing down on him at lwj’s words. lwj’s camera is pointing at his face now and wwx.

just.

stares.

for so long that lwj really thinks he’s said the wrong thing—

—when wwx breaks out in the most brilliant smile and starts crying real tears. he sobs out a yes before he suddenly ducks his head, gasps and rolls his hips down. he lets out a strange, high pitched sound as he comes in his shorts, feeling happier than ever and floating on air.

“‘love you.” he says in the tiniest little voice, so small that lwj almost doesn’t catch it. wwx snaps his head back up in shock when lwj says it back. lwj smiles at wwx’s smiling face and he’s suddenly overcome with the need to have wwx safe and sound in his arms right now.

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when the lockdown starts to lift and wwx’s work reopens, they spend one of their days off moving wwx’s things into their now shared apartment. lwj manages his lease cancellation, his unneeded furniture, while wwx’s at work.

it makes lwj look like he’s actually busy while he’s on mute during video conferences, like he’s actually doing lots of work and he shouldn’t be disturbed.

wwx comes home(!) from work, throws out his disposable mask, washes his hands and sprays down the clothes he wore before he even reaches lwj. by the time he does, he’s only in his undershirt and boxers, demanding a hug which lwj freely gives.

wwx smells like sanitizer and soap, his own scent hidden under protection measures.

wwx ends up getting even more drained than usual, body having gotten used to being at home, and he gets terrible fevers only a few weeks into being back at work. his boss makes him take 2 weeks off when he finds out & wwx stays curled up in their shared bed for the majority of it

they haven’t had sex yet, preoccupied with the move, then wwx struggling to adjust back to work, then wwx getting sick. lwj really, really wants to fuck wwx so hard that the reason wwx has to take time off — or, wishful thinking, even quit is job — is because he can’t walk.

but he keeps this to himself, for the most part. he may be getting a little desperate in their kisses. he’s just… so close to getting what he wants.

they kiss a lot, though, lwj pushing his tongue into wwx’s mouth at every chance, savouring his taste. a morning kiss, goodbye kiss, air kiss over the phone, welcome home kiss, i missed you kiss, goodnight kiss. ‘i just wanted to kiss you’ kisses.

when they finally have sex — almost two months into living together, several into dating — wwx is nervous and the tension is high. he’d given a bj or two before, but otherwise he’s inexperienced.

nothing else besides his fingers and the shiny plastics and metals of toys have been inside him. he’s every bit the blushing virgin when he tries to blow lwj.

he’d gotten up to that point — before lwj’s pants had come off — fine but now he has his lips trapped between his teeth instead of wrapped around his bf’s cock. lwj just waits patiently like the fucking angel he is, stroking wwx’s hair.

wwx glances to the lube and condoms beside them, then to lwj’s face, then back to his cock. it gives a little twitch under his stare and that makes him squirm, his shoulders coming up to his ears.

“l-lan zhan, would you mind… ah,” wwx shakes his head. he can do this, it’s just first time nerves. it’s okay. “would you finger me, or, or, something, while i blow you? i-i can’t…”

lwj’s hand brushes against wwx’s bottom lip, freeing it from its toothy prison. he just nods, seemingly understanding, and directs wwx to lay next to him on the bed. he positions wwx so he’s face to… well… with lwj’s cock, and wwx’s brief clad ass is near his chest.

wwx places his tongue on lwj’s tip in the tiniest little kitten lick at the same time lwj slides his underwear over his cheeks. lwj has to bury his face against them to keep from yelling out.

wwx’s gentle, cautious touch sends shivers up lwj’s spine. he almost forgets he’s supposed to be fingering his bf rn, ready to burst already from the sweet touches.

wwx lifts his head and looks back when lwj pops the cap of the lube and coats his fingers. when a finger circles his rim, his hips twitch in the air. though it takes him a while to relax enough to let the finger in to the first knuckle, mouthing at lwj’s heavy cock.

he swallows around the tip when lwj pushes inside, the moan escaping him sending vibrations.

getting lost in the feeling, wwx loses some of his shyness and starts blowing lwj in earnest. he uses his hand to meet where his mouth can’t reach yet as he bobs his head steadily, using his tongue to trace and tickle.

he keeps an ear out for any and all of lwj’s sounds, repeating things that get good reactions. lwj can barely focus on the two fingers he has in wwx’s hole, they start to curl on their own in response to wwx’s sucking.

wwx makes that high pitched sound when they press right where his needs them, lwj’s length slipping from his mouth as he cries out.

the front of wwx’s underwear is soaked with his precum, cock fully hardening now under the onslaught of lwj’s fingers pistoning in and out of him. he sinks back down on lwj’s cock and moans loudly in the back of his throat, his hips bucking wildly.

lwj can’t stop his own from bucking up, too, into wwx’s glorious wet heat.

a tear slips down wwx’s cheek when he swallows around the length now hitting the back of his throat. he chokes a little when lwj thrusts up a little too hard and presses his hands down on his bf’s hips.

lwj huffs when wwx won’t let him move. he could easily overpower the other man, but he won’t — instead he grinds against wwx’s prostate with his fingers and uses his other hand to cup wwx’s still covered cock.

wwx’s whole body is trembling in pleasure at this rate.

lifting his head off with a wet pop, wwx brushes his lips against the tip and gives a little suck. he doesn’t meet lwj’s eyes, cheeks flushed very red.

“are you close? come down my throat. a-/ah/?!”

lwj, ready to snap at those words, flips them around so wwx is splayed out on his back and lwj’s on top. he feeds wwx his cock and wwx accepts it, swallowing around him the best he can while his face burns. brows furrowed, lwj rolls his hips down until wwx has him until the hilt.

wwx’s grip is tight on his hips, arms against his thighs — but wwx gives no sign of actual discomfort so he gives a few quick thrusts before releasing down wwx’s throat with a rough groan. he hangs his head as he shakes, gripping the bed cover beneath them so hard it almost rips.

when lwj comes to enough to pull away, wwx lets his length fall from his mouth, rope of spit and cum snapping and landing on his chin.

wwx’s pants, chest heaving with effort, his eyes still closed.

lwj peels wwx’s damp underwear down his legs and off, turning back to find wwx only half hard against his stomach. wwx gives a wet cough from above, body shifting.

“wei ying, did you..?” lwj trails off, tracing a line on the skin around where wwx’s cock is resting.

the skin there is soft, hairs dark but fine, but not like he’d come on it. lwj didn’t see any on his underwear either. his head snaps up, immediately searching for wwx’s eyes. “are you okay?”

“i’m fine, lan zhan!” wwx laughs softly, reaching for lwj’s hair and sinking his hand into the sleek softness. “i’m okay, really. i got too focused on trying to make you come.”

they take a quick break — get some water, wash their hands, wwx mentions how good lwj’s cum tastes — before they’re back on the bed again. lwj puts on a condom without fanfare as wwx buries four of his fingers up his own hole.

he whimpers when lwj nudges his hand, pushing them in a little further before helping them slide out, sliding his cock in their place.

/fuck/, lwj’s cock is nothing like any of the toys wwx has ever used in his life.

it’s so warm and deep and hard inside him like none of his toys have ever been. he breathes harshly through his nose as lwj pushes steadily forward, making wwx take inch by delicious inch until he bottoms out. wwx throws his head back with a choked cry.

his cock returns to hardness quickly between them, and it doesn’t take him very long to come. especially after lwj slides his fingers into wwx’s mouth like he likes it. wwx’s eyes roll back as lwj milks his prostate for a longer orgasm, crying out the whole time.

when they lay in bed together in the afterglow after lwj came again, lwj tucks wwx under his chin. they hold hands while wrapped in each other. wwx dozes while lwj hums a melody to him, wondering how he got this lucky even when the world was going to shit around them.

aaaand that’s it for now!

thank for reading if you made it this far

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