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Good idea. [Huaisang smiles and nods, beaming approval for his choice. He selects a video from the library that he's already watched, so he knows that it's relatively safe. It's a silly but hot video featuring some kind of farm workers called 'cowboys', and the story between the girl and the two guys is sweet. Hitting play on the video, Huaisang nestles close with his head on Qinghua's shoulder as they watch.]

[ ... Well, guess they're really doing this. Shang Qinghua settles in to watch, pretending he doesn't know nearly as much about what a "cowboy" is as he does. (Admittedly he hasn't watched that many American movies, but he's seen more than one at least...)

It takes a little while before things start to get heated, and Shang Qinghua wills himself to watch, not looking away in embarrassment the way he's inclined to. Not that he hasn't watched porn before (he has! plenty of times!) but this is the first time watching porn with someone. It's also his first time watching porn with two men doing things with each other, rather than just teaming up on the woman.

It's not remotely the turn-off he thought it would be back in his first life.

His breath slowly picks up a bit, and it's not long before he shifts in his seat, not sure if he should hide his growing erection or not but finding shame forces him to try to arrange his legs to make it less obvious regardless. ]

[Huaisang watches enough porn that it's more soothing than anything most of the time. He finds this fun and a little thrilling, but it really isn't enough to get his heart racing that much. There's a scene near the end that he found pretty exciting, but for the most part in his mind this is just a fun drama with a lot of nudity and touching.

Given the fact that he's seen the movie before and that it's not exactly a riveting plot, Huaisang's attention is very focused on Qinghua and his comfort. His eyes flick up often, checking Qinghua's expression while moving as little as possible so that he won't be a distraction. It's a pleasant surprise that Qinghua seems to really be enjoying the film, and then that he's starting to breathe a little quicker.]

Just relax. [Huaisang's voice is low and soothing, fingertips caressing ever so lightly over the cloth covering Qinghua's lap. He traces idle circles with his fingertips, around and around, the lightest possible stimulation.] Let me take care of you.

[ His breath audibly hitches, face reddening. Shang Qinghua doesn't know where to look right now, but he's pretty sure he'd lose his nerve if he looks either down at his lap or at Nie Huaisang, so he keeps his gaze fixed on the television screen.

Contrary to the words, he finds he's gone tense. He swallows thickly, and though forcing himself to try to relax isn't working particularly well, he nods regardless. Yes, he's wound up... but he's alright, so far. It's unfamiliar, but not bad. And he trusts Nie Huaisang with at least this much. ]

[After a minute's light, gentle caresses, Huaisang's hand slips inside of his robes, finding his way through layers of fabric. He finds it fortunate that no matter how complicated layers of robes might be, no one wants to take off eight layers in order to pee, and tailors are generally aware of that. Which is very convenient for Huaisang's access for handjobs.

Warm, gentle fingers curl around Shang Qinghua's rising erection, caressing very gently while Qinghua gets used to the idea of being touched like this.]

[ Even that gentle contact has a surprised yet pleased noise slipping out of his throat. He's never been touched like this by anyone but himself, so he's never felt moonlacing like this before... and even if he was kind of ready for it, it's still really surprising just how good it feels! Is that okay? Is it okay that it feels this good to have a guy's hand on his dick?!

Shang Qinghua still keeps his gaze on the screen, where one of the men is making out with the woman while the other man is putting fingers in his ass and making him moan. This is definitely not what he expected to happen today when he woke up this morning. Definitely, definitely not! ]

[Huaisang takes everything slow, keeping his touch very light and teasing. He knows that Qinghua is a virgin, so he expects that he might end up coming very quickly if Huaisang were to give him too much stimulation. He smiles with contentment as he caresses up and down Qinghua's shaft, pleased to be allowed this and to be earning his trust in measures. The movie on the screen is pleasant, and Huaisang checks Qinghua's face every so often to confirm that he's still watching, still wants this all to continue.]

[ It doesn't take very long before Shang Qinghua is positively squirming. He's touched himself plenty, so even without looking he can tell that Nie Huaisang is just barely making contact with him, and it's... well, it's driving him crazy! It's very different from Iris, but it's still that sort of feeling!

His breathing has gone heavy, and his hands are clenching tight around fabric. He swallows thickly. On screen one of the men starts to stick it into the other, and at the noise he makes, Shang Qinghua's whole body shivers and he has to finally close his eyes for a moment. ]

Please... a little more...

[ He can't believe he actually said that, but it's really too much teasing like this! ]

[Grinning at that request, Huaisang grips him more firmly, caressing his hand up the shaft in time with the thrusting that's happening on screen. The actor pulls out for a moment and Huaisang's hand lifts up to the tip, fingers barely teasing at the foreskin, before the actor thrusts back in and Huaisang resumes. Leaning in, he kisses at Qinghua's throat, making a soft little sound of pleasure as he nuzzles at him.]

[ He isn't sure what it is exactly that brings him up to the top so fast. Maybe it's the fact that the touches line up with the action on screen, or it could be that he's never felt moonlacing on his dick before, or might even be Nie Huaisang himself.

Whatever it is, it's definitely the fastest he's ever been built up, outside of Iris.

Shang Qinghua suddenly grabs at Nie Huaisang's clothes and pulls him close as if seeking contact, or perhaps comfort. His hips jerk and his eyes wrench shut, and he makes a loud sobbing noise. A moment later he shudders and comes as tears start to drip down his face.

He'll be embarrassed by it in a moment, but right now, it feels too good for him to be able to think about it. ]

[Huaisang catches the seed carefully in his hand, curling his hand around the head to hold him as Qinghua tugs him close.

He kisses at his friend--his lover--to soothe him. Sweet kisses over his nose and cheeks, tongue slipping out to catch those spilling tears.

Pulling a handkerchief from his sleeve, he swiftly cleans his hand and Qinghua's shaft so that none of the stray droplets will mar their clothing. Then he returns his attention to sweetly kissing and licking away Qinghua's tears.]

[ It takes several more long seconds of Shang Qinghua crying, giving the occasional sniffle, before he finally is able to uncurl his fingers from Nie Huaisang's clothes. He shrinks back slightly, turning away and putting one sleeved hand up as if considering hiding behind it. ]

Sorry. Sorry... This is, ah. I... This is rather embarrassing... Ah, um, thank you...

[ Is he supposed to thank him for that? He doesn't know how this works! ]

It was my pleasure, and there's nothing embarrassing about it. [Huaisang lets him pull away, though he stays close by his side, calm and relaxed in hopes that it will relax Qinghua to understand that nothing is wrong.] It was fun.

[He gently tucks Qinghua's cock away again, smoothing his robes down afterward and then curling both of his hands around Qinghua's hand, taking possession of it and drawing it to his lips to kiss.]

Ah, but it's... strange, isn't it?

[ He self-consciously brings his other sleeve up instead and wipes his eyes with it, even though Nie Huaisang has already licked up most of the tears that slid down his face. ]

I don't think most people, ah... I mean, I don't know for certain, but, from what I've gathered...

What's strange?

[Huaisang shakes his head, puzzled, continuing to sweetly kiss at Qinghua's hand to soothe him.] I don't think you've done anything unusual. I don't know what you mean.

Don't be embarrassed. I had fun.

... Thank you for saying so.

[ It makes him feel a bit less self-conscious, even if he knows it's not entirely true.

A moment later, he lets out a halted, awkward laugh. ]

That... really wasn't what I expected to happen today, I have to say.

[ He's been jerked off by another guy. Farewell final claims of being straight, waves goodbye. ]

You can expect it to happen more often, now that we're dating. [Huaisang gives him a happy smile with a little bit of a blush, then tucks his cheek against Qinghua's shoulder.] I like giving you pleasure. I want to do many more things with you.

[Maybe another day, however. He's aware that taking it slow is important with Qinghua. Changing the television to some local comedy movie, Huaisang nestles close to cuddle with him, content simply to be in his company.]

[ He's about to say something about how this was plenty for today, but then Huaisang flips the tv to something else. It takes a small weight off his mind that he didn't realize was there, and he finds himself relaxing a bit more.

This was more than he expected, but it wasn't like it was bad. He enjoys Nie Huaisang's company, and he does enjoy kissing him... so is this really that different from that?

(Yes, but... at the same time, it isn't! It isn't, right?!) ]

Ah, hopefully I'll be able to get used to it. It's strange... and not at all what I was accustomed to back home. But, ah, that isn't a bad thing.

You will. [Huaisang gives him a warm, affectionate smile, hugging his arms around Qinghua's waist.] Dating you makes me happy. You can take all the time you need to adjust to the idea.

[Comfortable and content, Huaisang nestles close to him, just enjoying being able to cuddle while they watch the movie.]

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