[m] Sins falling from your lips

Ruìsāng struggled to recall a time when he had genuinely desired to bring pleasure to someone else, as opposed to satisfying his own needs. His nature had always been inherently selfish, but this occasion was different. Vince’s words lingered in the air, prompting Ruìsāng to take a deep breath. He needed a moment, a pause, to remind himself of the unspoken commitment he had just made before curving his lips into a subtle smile.

“Then you will have me,” he vowed, sealing the promise with a kiss on Vince’s chest as he descended further. His hands found the boy’s belt, effortlessly undoing it while he planted a trail of kisses along Vince’s chest and stomach. Simultaneously, he worked on the other’s pants, finally undoing them.

“Okay?” Ruìsāng inquired, leaving a final kiss on Vince’s lower abdomen. It was the last opportunity for the boy to step back.

In this moment, Ruìsāng had been given free reign over the situation. Vince’s gaze followed him, an enticing smirk gracing Ruìsāng's lips as he savoured the opportunity to worship a body that had never received enough appreciation before. He moved with gentle precision, a deliberate slowness as he traced a path to his desired destination, relishing every step of the way. For once, Vince deserved someone willing to take it.

Ruìsāng looked up at Vince, watching him nod in response to his question. While a part of him considered adopting a more dominating stance, demanding that Vince voice his desires, he couldn't forget the tears he had wiped away just moments ago. Leaning back slightly, he used a single finger to tug at the edge of Vince's pants, lifting his eyebrows in silent instruction.

“Now, I want you. Take these off,” he urged softly, sitting up and drawing one of Vince’s legs over his lap. The shift allowed him to move from being situated between them.  He needed to let the other do something, to stay engaged, to be here.

Barely did Ruìsāng remember being fifteen, a girl’s hands on his skin. She had been older by a year or perhaps two, praised for her beauty by others, though Ruìsāng himself couldn’t quite see it. The whole experience had turned into a complete disaster. The reasons became evident when, a few weeks later, a man approached him on the streets. Ruìsāng had learned a lot about himself that night.

Tonight, Ruìsāng aspired to create a more positive experience for Vince. The man displayed no hesitation in removing his pants, prompting Ruìsāng to arch a brow as he briefly observed the contours of the other's legs. Without delay, he deftly lifted one of Vince’s legs onto his own shoulder. Planting a gentle kiss on the boy’s ankle, his hand ventured downward in a slow descent, eventually settling on the back of Vince's thigh. There, his thumb began tracing unhurried circles on the tender skin of his inner thigh.

Ruìsāng cast his gaze up at Vince as he continued his deliberate exploration, guiding the boy’s leg to rest more comfortably over his shoulder. He placed a gentle kiss along the side of Vince's knee and then ventured further down, pressing his lips against his inner thigh. His hand continued its journey, inching further, underneath cloth.

“Next,” he requested, the cadence of his voice slow and deliberate, almost resembling a question but carrying a subtle assertion. With a soft pull, all Vince needed to do was shift his weight slightly and lift the leg that hadn't been raised yet.

This marked the first time Ruìsāng approached knowing—and accepting—that it wouldn't progress beyond this point. Vince would follow if he initiated, but that wasn’t on the agenda tonight. Instead, Ruìsāng intended to gradually unravel the boy. Perhaps Vince would eventually yearn for more and return, or maybe he’d discover that he did deserve better.

With no need for more words, Ruìsāng voiced his demand with a single word. Vince, now without hesitation, shifted his weight and lifted his leg. The last remaining barrier between them dissolved, and Ruìsāng's hand moved down, tracing a slow path along his legs, ankles, until it finally fell down on the floor, discarded and forgotten.

“Good boy,” he smiled, his eyes briefly meeting Vince's golden gaze for a fleeting second, a final check—no, that would be a lie. He was drinking up the sight of Vince’s reddened skin, the way his blush extended to his chest, and how his breaths had quickened—louder, more pronounced.

His gaze moved down and he took Vince in with his eyes, his hands, and then, his mouth.

♡ - ♡ - ♡

In the instances when Ruìsāng shared a bed with someone, it was typically a transaction—a mutual exchange of pleasures. It was a scenario where he revelled in being the desired one, a pretty object for the other to enjoy. However, this time, his usual self-centred approach took a backseat. For once, his ego didn't dictate his actions.

Deliberate and unhurried, he explored with his fingers, his hands, and eventually, down on his knees, unravelling the boy with an expert hand and a better tongue. He immersed himself in the sight, the sounds, and eventually, the taste.

“Fuck.”

Ruìsāng, with a chuckle, wiped his lips using his thumb before looking up at the boy. “Maybe next time, gorgeous,” he teased. Rather than getting up immediately, he lingered, running a finger up and down the other's upper leg, a curious gaze fixed on him. He allowed a moment of silence, granting the boy the chance to catch his breath before asking, “How are you feeling?”

Still, Ruìsāng worried that he might have tarnished this vibrant, delicate soul. He couldn't help but admire the rare sweetness with which the boy navigated the world. An unusual worry crept into Ruìsāng's thoughts as he anxiously awaited confirmation that everything was okay, that Vince was indeed alright.

It surprised him that he had it in him to worry about someone else's well-being.

Then, Vince reassured him, claiming to be better than before, and warm hands gently held his face. A soft kiss exchanged between them elicited a pleased hum from Ruìsāng. When Vince expressed gratitude for everything, Ruìsāng chuckled softly.

“Don’t thank me,” he insisted, shaking his head lightly before stealing another brief kiss. “You deserve the attention.” That was the essence of it all, the sentiment he hoped Vince would remember.

Ruìsāng did realise it was getting late. With a certain urgency, he found himself hoping Vince would gracefully exit soon before he reconsidered the promises he had made earlier.

 What time is it?

Ruìsāng secretly wished he could ask the guy to linger a bit longer, to keep the banter flowing and dial down the awkwardness. However, he was acutely aware that given the chance, he might end up pushing the boy onto the couch and indulging in some less-than-virtuous activities. So, maybe it was for the best. Ruìsāng settled onto the couch and shamelessly observed as the boy dressed. Hmm…

When Vince planted a peck on his cheek, it almost felt domestic. Ruìsāng hummed, leaning forward a little, resting his elbow on his knee, and cupping his chin in his hand as he watched Vince, who appeared eager to make a swift exit. Perhaps he sensed that things could take a turn for the worse if he lingered.

Ruìsāng might have allowed him to depart in silence, but...

“Come back sometime, alright?”