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mou mou: wanna be everything you want to know (2021)
wanna be everything you want to know (ao3 link, see original work for author's notes) | mou mou, jiang tian/sheng wang, mature, 1.5k words
tags: consensual underage sex, canon compliant, creator chose not to use archive warnings
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When they get to his bedroom, Sheng Wang has to actively fight the urge to flee. It's stupid—he likes Jiang Tian, he's already had Jiang Tian's tongue in his throat, Jiang Tian likes him too. This is a natural progression, nothing that should have Sheng Wang this embarrassed, this shy all of a sudden. He glances around his room quickly, checking for anything potentially humiliating—also stupid, because Jiang Tian has been in here before—and it seems like even his furniture is gazing back at him like we know what you're about to do. Surely his lamp hasn't always looked so judgmental.
Jiang Tian looks up at him from his seat at the end of the bed. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Sheng Wang says, rolling his shoulders a few times and shaking out his wrists like he's preparing for a run, not. Well.
"Come here," Jiang Tian says, gently commanding, and pats the bed beside him.
Sheng Wang goes. He uses the burst of energy he'd psyched himself into to surge forward, his knee pressed into the mattress and a hand on Jiang Tian's neck as he kisses him.
Jiang Tian makes a muffled noise of surprise, but he catches on quickly, parting his lips under Sheng Wang's as his hands find Sheng Wang's back. Jiang Tian's palms span the width of Sheng Wang's waist, each point of contact like a tiny spark against his skin through the fabric of his t-shirt. It's very possible that Sheng Wang will spontaneously combust before Jiang Tian can even get a hand down his pants.
It's quickly hotter and heavier than any kissing they'd done at the training camp, skill that only comes with practice. Jiang Tian's tongue slips past Sheng Wang's lips, soft and wet and experimental. Sheng Wang thinks he likes it.
He tries to climb into Jiang Tian's lap, wanting more, but their current position on the bed is precarious and Jiang Tian tips backwards under the weight, dragging Sheng Wang down with him. Their teeth clash and it hurts a little, but at least no one gets their tongue bitten off.
Sheng Wang is fully on top of Jian Tian now, which means he can feel the shape of Jiang Tian's hardening cock against him. He rolls his hips down, testing the waters, and is rewarded with a soft gasp from Jiang Tian that will probably play on loop in Sheng Wang's mind. He's going to be sitting there in one of the weekly exams and he's going to remember the muscles in Jiang Tian's chest, the feeling of their bodies pressed together, and that noise. He just knows it.
"Take your shirt off," Jiang Tian mumbles into Sheng Wang's mouth.
Oh, yeah, they can do that. Sheng Wang sits up, tugging his shirt over his head and then reaching down to help Jiang Tian with his.
They come back together with open mouthed kisses. Jiang Tian's hands trail over Sheng Wang's bare skin, brushing down the length of his spine, thumb pausing to reassess a mole in the center of Sheng Wang's back. Then he slides a hand between their stomachs, unsticking their skin where a thin layer of sweat has already formed in spite of the steady thrum of the air conditioner, and cups it around Sheng Wang's dick. There are still two layers of fabric between his dick and Jiang Tian's hand, but Sheng Wang is turned on enough that even this small amount of pressure feels thrilling.
"Ge," Sheng Wang whines, remembering the way Jiang Tian had said I'll think I've gone insane.
Jiang Tian groans, tucking his face into Sheng Wang's neck. "You're killing me," he says.
"Yeah?" Sheng Wang asks. He smiles, reveling a bit in his power. "Touch me, ge."
For this, Jiang Tian flips the two of them over. Sheng Wang ends up on his back with Jiang Tian leaning over him. Jiang Tian's cheeks are flushed, eyes heavy as he looks down at Sheng Wang, assessing him like he's a physics problem that needs revising. Sheng Wang's dick twitches with need.
Jiang Tian runs a hand down from Sheng Wang's ribs to the top of his pants. He has nice hands, thick knuckles and long fingers. Sheng Wang thinks that maybe if he hadn't been busy trying to survive, Jiang Tian should've taken up piano as a child. The angle must be awkward, the opposite of usual, but he doesn't have any trouble unbuttoning Sheng Wang's fly. He only shoves Sheng Wang's pants down far enough to tug his cock free and Jiang Tian's urgency makes Sheng Wang feel like he's burning up from the inside out.
Sheng Wang's hips arch off the bed at the first touch of Jiang Tian's hand. His grip is tight, familiar, like Sheng Wang jerking himself off, but also unfamiliar, like holy shit that's Jiang Tian's hand on his dick. Jiang Tian pumps his fist up and down a few times, then stops, looks down thoughtfully at his hand, and spits into his palm.
It's weirdly sexy, which Sheng Wang doesn't get to dwell on because Jiang Tian's wet hand is wrapped around his cock. Jiang Tian leans down as he strokes him, kissing along Sheng Wang's neck and under his ear. He's thoughtful enough not to stay in any one place too long, though Sheng Wang thinks maybe he wouldn't mind some marks, something he could take with him from this.
Then Jiang Tian leans back, gaze fixed on Sheng Wang, brows creased in concentration. His hair is messed up and his lips are swollen and he's so handsome, but no one else is going to get to see him like this. Sheng Wang thinks, the feeling welling up in his chest uncontrollably, I only want to be with you. It's too much all at once and Sheng Wang throws his arm over his face as he comes, cock pulsing in Jiang Tian's hand.
The room comes back into focus slowly when Sheng Wang drops his arm. He's surprised to find there are tears pricking behind his eyelids. He closes his eyes, lets the tears fall, and then feels Jiang Tian's thumb brush them away.
"That good?" Jiang Tian teases, but Sheng Wang knows him well enough to hear the slight shake in his voice. He's out of breath, skin flushed red from the tops of his collarbones down to his stomach. He leans over Sheng Wang to reach for the tissues, starting to shuffle off of the bed. Before he can get too far, though, Sheng Wang catches his wrist.
"Hey, I believe in reciprocity," he says.
This time, it's Jiang Tian lying on the bed, Sheng Wang stretching out beside him. Sheng Wang can't help but watch Jiang Tian's face the whole time. Jiang Tian's eyes are tilted downward, watching Sheng Wang's hand on his cock. He breathes out an audible gasp as Sheng Wang picks up his rhythm. Then, he seems to realize he's being observed. "What?" he asks, voice hoarse.
"Ge, I want to take a picture of you like this," Sheng Wang says. He wants to savor the expression on Jiang Tian's face, add it to the end of his photo album and know when he looks at it that he was the cause. He wants to pull it up on his phone in the middle of class while people look over and wonder what it is he's smiling about.
Jiang Tian closes his eyes with an embarrassed, affronted noise, but maybe he can still feel Sheng Wang's gaze because he opens them again a moment later, reaching out to tug Sheng Wang into a kiss.
He doesn't last any longer than Sheng Wang did. His legs curl as he comes, hot and wet all over Sheng Wang's fist, fingers gripping Sheng Wang's arm so hard that he leaves behind nail marks when he finally realizes what he's doing.
Sheng Wang wipes his hand off, letting the tissues fall to the ground. He's a little hard again and his jeans are uncomfortable so he shimmies out of them, then helps Jiang Tian out of his. Maybe the next time they do this, they'll finish getting undressed. Maybe the next time will be tonight, because they might as well take advantage of an empty house.
A thought occurs to him. "Can you really hear me in the bathroom?"
Jiang Tian fights a smile. "No."
"Liar," Sheng Wang says, shoving Jiang Tian's shoulder. "I bet you wish it was though, right? I bet you jerked off thinking about me jerking off, right?"
"Are you speaking from personal experience?" Jiang Tian asks with a raised eyebrow. "Were you hoping I could hear?"
Sheng Wang rolls over to hide his face in Jiang Tian's neck, breathing in his familiar scent. "I regret bringing this up."
Jiang Tian laughs. Sheng Wang can feel it, low and rumbly, his ear pressed to Jiang Tian's throat. And he feels it too when Jiang Tian says, "I like you a lot."
tags: consensual underage sex, canon compliant, creator chose not to use archive warnings
---
When they get to his bedroom, Sheng Wang has to actively fight the urge to flee. It's stupid—he likes Jiang Tian, he's already had Jiang Tian's tongue in his throat, Jiang Tian likes him too. This is a natural progression, nothing that should have Sheng Wang this embarrassed, this shy all of a sudden. He glances around his room quickly, checking for anything potentially humiliating—also stupid, because Jiang Tian has been in here before—and it seems like even his furniture is gazing back at him like we know what you're about to do. Surely his lamp hasn't always looked so judgmental.
Jiang Tian looks up at him from his seat at the end of the bed. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Sheng Wang says, rolling his shoulders a few times and shaking out his wrists like he's preparing for a run, not. Well.
"Come here," Jiang Tian says, gently commanding, and pats the bed beside him.
Sheng Wang goes. He uses the burst of energy he'd psyched himself into to surge forward, his knee pressed into the mattress and a hand on Jiang Tian's neck as he kisses him.
Jiang Tian makes a muffled noise of surprise, but he catches on quickly, parting his lips under Sheng Wang's as his hands find Sheng Wang's back. Jiang Tian's palms span the width of Sheng Wang's waist, each point of contact like a tiny spark against his skin through the fabric of his t-shirt. It's very possible that Sheng Wang will spontaneously combust before Jiang Tian can even get a hand down his pants.
It's quickly hotter and heavier than any kissing they'd done at the training camp, skill that only comes with practice. Jiang Tian's tongue slips past Sheng Wang's lips, soft and wet and experimental. Sheng Wang thinks he likes it.
He tries to climb into Jiang Tian's lap, wanting more, but their current position on the bed is precarious and Jiang Tian tips backwards under the weight, dragging Sheng Wang down with him. Their teeth clash and it hurts a little, but at least no one gets their tongue bitten off.
Sheng Wang is fully on top of Jian Tian now, which means he can feel the shape of Jiang Tian's hardening cock against him. He rolls his hips down, testing the waters, and is rewarded with a soft gasp from Jiang Tian that will probably play on loop in Sheng Wang's mind. He's going to be sitting there in one of the weekly exams and he's going to remember the muscles in Jiang Tian's chest, the feeling of their bodies pressed together, and that noise. He just knows it.
"Take your shirt off," Jiang Tian mumbles into Sheng Wang's mouth.
Oh, yeah, they can do that. Sheng Wang sits up, tugging his shirt over his head and then reaching down to help Jiang Tian with his.
They come back together with open mouthed kisses. Jiang Tian's hands trail over Sheng Wang's bare skin, brushing down the length of his spine, thumb pausing to reassess a mole in the center of Sheng Wang's back. Then he slides a hand between their stomachs, unsticking their skin where a thin layer of sweat has already formed in spite of the steady thrum of the air conditioner, and cups it around Sheng Wang's dick. There are still two layers of fabric between his dick and Jiang Tian's hand, but Sheng Wang is turned on enough that even this small amount of pressure feels thrilling.
"Ge," Sheng Wang whines, remembering the way Jiang Tian had said I'll think I've gone insane.
Jiang Tian groans, tucking his face into Sheng Wang's neck. "You're killing me," he says.
"Yeah?" Sheng Wang asks. He smiles, reveling a bit in his power. "Touch me, ge."
For this, Jiang Tian flips the two of them over. Sheng Wang ends up on his back with Jiang Tian leaning over him. Jiang Tian's cheeks are flushed, eyes heavy as he looks down at Sheng Wang, assessing him like he's a physics problem that needs revising. Sheng Wang's dick twitches with need.
Jiang Tian runs a hand down from Sheng Wang's ribs to the top of his pants. He has nice hands, thick knuckles and long fingers. Sheng Wang thinks that maybe if he hadn't been busy trying to survive, Jiang Tian should've taken up piano as a child. The angle must be awkward, the opposite of usual, but he doesn't have any trouble unbuttoning Sheng Wang's fly. He only shoves Sheng Wang's pants down far enough to tug his cock free and Jiang Tian's urgency makes Sheng Wang feel like he's burning up from the inside out.
Sheng Wang's hips arch off the bed at the first touch of Jiang Tian's hand. His grip is tight, familiar, like Sheng Wang jerking himself off, but also unfamiliar, like holy shit that's Jiang Tian's hand on his dick. Jiang Tian pumps his fist up and down a few times, then stops, looks down thoughtfully at his hand, and spits into his palm.
It's weirdly sexy, which Sheng Wang doesn't get to dwell on because Jiang Tian's wet hand is wrapped around his cock. Jiang Tian leans down as he strokes him, kissing along Sheng Wang's neck and under his ear. He's thoughtful enough not to stay in any one place too long, though Sheng Wang thinks maybe he wouldn't mind some marks, something he could take with him from this.
Then Jiang Tian leans back, gaze fixed on Sheng Wang, brows creased in concentration. His hair is messed up and his lips are swollen and he's so handsome, but no one else is going to get to see him like this. Sheng Wang thinks, the feeling welling up in his chest uncontrollably, I only want to be with you. It's too much all at once and Sheng Wang throws his arm over his face as he comes, cock pulsing in Jiang Tian's hand.
The room comes back into focus slowly when Sheng Wang drops his arm. He's surprised to find there are tears pricking behind his eyelids. He closes his eyes, lets the tears fall, and then feels Jiang Tian's thumb brush them away.
"That good?" Jiang Tian teases, but Sheng Wang knows him well enough to hear the slight shake in his voice. He's out of breath, skin flushed red from the tops of his collarbones down to his stomach. He leans over Sheng Wang to reach for the tissues, starting to shuffle off of the bed. Before he can get too far, though, Sheng Wang catches his wrist.
"Hey, I believe in reciprocity," he says.
This time, it's Jiang Tian lying on the bed, Sheng Wang stretching out beside him. Sheng Wang can't help but watch Jiang Tian's face the whole time. Jiang Tian's eyes are tilted downward, watching Sheng Wang's hand on his cock. He breathes out an audible gasp as Sheng Wang picks up his rhythm. Then, he seems to realize he's being observed. "What?" he asks, voice hoarse.
"Ge, I want to take a picture of you like this," Sheng Wang says. He wants to savor the expression on Jiang Tian's face, add it to the end of his photo album and know when he looks at it that he was the cause. He wants to pull it up on his phone in the middle of class while people look over and wonder what it is he's smiling about.
Jiang Tian closes his eyes with an embarrassed, affronted noise, but maybe he can still feel Sheng Wang's gaze because he opens them again a moment later, reaching out to tug Sheng Wang into a kiss.
He doesn't last any longer than Sheng Wang did. His legs curl as he comes, hot and wet all over Sheng Wang's fist, fingers gripping Sheng Wang's arm so hard that he leaves behind nail marks when he finally realizes what he's doing.
Sheng Wang wipes his hand off, letting the tissues fall to the ground. He's a little hard again and his jeans are uncomfortable so he shimmies out of them, then helps Jiang Tian out of his. Maybe the next time they do this, they'll finish getting undressed. Maybe the next time will be tonight, because they might as well take advantage of an empty house.
A thought occurs to him. "Can you really hear me in the bathroom?"
Jiang Tian fights a smile. "No."
"Liar," Sheng Wang says, shoving Jiang Tian's shoulder. "I bet you wish it was though, right? I bet you jerked off thinking about me jerking off, right?"
"Are you speaking from personal experience?" Jiang Tian asks with a raised eyebrow. "Were you hoping I could hear?"
Sheng Wang rolls over to hide his face in Jiang Tian's neck, breathing in his familiar scent. "I regret bringing this up."
Jiang Tian laughs. Sheng Wang can feel it, low and rumbly, his ear pressed to Jiang Tian's throat. And he feels it too when Jiang Tian says, "I like you a lot."