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Big wakes up to the long, slow press of Chan's cock inside him, gentle but unrelenting.
He feels like he's being pulled from a good dream into an even better one, because this one is real. Even going slow, Chan is big, the stretch of him against Big's rim enough to send a wave of shivering pleasure all over his body as Chan presses deeper inside. Heat spreads over his skin, a curl of arousal already tightening in his belly.
His breath catches on a desperate moan, loud even though he half-turns his face into the pillow to muffle it.
"Are you with me, gorgeous?" Chan whispers into his ear, drawing a line of hot kisses down his neck.
One of Chan's arms is curled beneath Big's head, fingers brushing through his loose hair. His free hand holds Big's hip steady, fingers warm and rough against the sensitive skin at the top of his thigh. Much too far from Big's hardening cock.
"Mmhmm," Big murmurs, nodding his head slightly. His body feels so attuned to Chan's touch, it's like they're one person, rather than two. He blinks slowly, allowing the soft light of the morning to wake him the rest of the way up. "I'm here."
He reaches back to cradle Chan's head in turn, turning his face just enough so he can kiss the corner of Chan's lips.
As Chan leans in to kiss him more fully, his cock slides in a little deeper.
Big can't help the gasp, or the way his spine arches into it, pressing his ass closer. Chan always feels so good this way, huge and overwhelming, especially when he wakes up to it, because his mind has had no time to prepare, has to accept the full intensity of it all at once. He can't think of anything else when they do this—he loves it.
"That good?" Chan asks, voice rough, hand tightening on Big's hip as he grinds in further.
Big wants to squirm at the slow press, the steady way Chan fills him up, much larger than the plug they put in last night to prepare. But better than moving is the way Chan holds him in place, hand strong around his hip, until Big can do nothing but take him, his body opening up to Chan.
"Ye-es," Big moans, caught off guard when Chan sucks sharply at the junction of his neck and shoulder, the jolt of momentary pain fading into the rise of pleasure all over him, making his heartbeat jump. "Chan, please."
Chan makes a questioning noise as his hand slides down the cut of Big's hip, following the sensitive line of muscle to the base of Big's cock. His fingers tease along there in a way that turns Big's breath into a swallowed-down whimper, before continuing past to grip the inside of Big's thigh.
The callouses on Chan's hands make Big shiver, the feeling going straight toward his cock as Chan pulls his legs apart, spreading Big open, sliding his thigh in between his, hot and muscular, as he directs Big's leg back over his, until Big's ankle can curl around his. The motion allows Chan to thrust in just a little bit deeper, and he has to be fully inside, he has to be, because it feels like more than he's ever gotten from Chan.
Big lets out the lowest, filthiest moan he's ever made in his life, feeling like his whole body is alive with heat, and his hand tightens in Chan's hair, almost involuntarily.
Chan's warm, pleasured groan reverberates through his torso from where they're plastered together, which is everywhere, or it feels like it is.
"That's right," Chan murmurs into his ear as he rocks them both a little, the movement making his cock shift slightly in Big in a way that steals his breath, makes him spread his legs further, trying to get Chan to give him more. "Open up for me, Big. You feel so fucking good."
The words cut straight through him, to the pleasure building low and hot in his belly, ramping it up further. Big quickly slides a hand down to grip the base of his cock. He's already hard, beads of precome pearling at the head, but he doesn't want to come just yet. It never takes him long, with Chan, which might be embarrassing if Chan didn't enjoy it so much, didn't like how sensitive, how reactive Big always is for him.
"Chan, please," he says, breath still hard to catch. "Just fuck me."
"Whatever you want, gorgeous," Chan replies, nuzzling the burr of his beard into Big's neck.
The drag of Chan's cock as he pulls out a little makes Big gasp, which turns into a moan as Chan thrusts back in. A jolt of pleasure arcs up his spine, and he has to tighten his grip at the base of his cock so he doesn't come immediately. Pleasure ripples through his body in golden waves as Chan holds his hip tightly with one strong hand, holding him in place as he begins to fuck him.
Chan goes slow at first, careful as always, and it's not quite enough, the patient rhythm he sets teasing just at the edge of Big's arousal. He wants more, knows he can take more. But he doesn't have any control of it, no real leverage to push or move back. He's held open and just has to take it, just has to take what Chan gives him, what he's begging for, the slow rhythm building up inside of him, the words beginning to fall off his lips almost out of his control. The heat and strength of Chan's body behind his, the girth of his cock as he fucks into him, sliding past that place inside of him that makes him arch and moan, desperation clinging hotly to his body, pleasure tightening in his center with every thrust and his body alive with it, and it's perfect.
He can already feel his orgasm approaching, no matter how he grips his cock to try and stave it off, he can't, it's too much. He's already leaking precome, his cock hard and red in his hand. His heartbeat slams in his ears, all over his body, so fast it steals his breath.
"Chan, I'm—I'm going to—to come," he moans, words just barely able to come out around Chan's thrusts, each sending a rush of heat over his limbs. He tightens his leg over Chan's, his whole body taut as he tries to hold back the pleasure that curls at the base of his cock.
"You can come, Big," Chan replies, his voice rough, biting lightly at his ear. "Come for me, come on my cock."
The words melt into him, something in the desire and command of them cutting through Big's thoughts, until he can't think, until he can only want.
Chan speeds up his thrusts in a way that makes Big moan, and he tries to clench down on Chan's cock when he thrusts inside, wanting to give back some of that pleasure to him.
Chan presses his face into Big's neck to bury his own moan, breathless and wanting, thrusts faltering just a little, and the fact that he did that to Chan, made him lose control a little, is all he needs to push himself over the edge.
Big gives himself a few quick, firm strokes and he's coming, hard, his body held taut even as the steady slide of Chan's cock deep inside him drives the pleasure higher, the fact that he feels so shameless and open making his face heat.
Chan thrusts inside a few more times, more desperate, before he stills behind Big, his arm wrapped tightly around Big's chest as he comes, panting breathlessly into his shoulder.
Still coming down from his own high, Big kisses lazily at the side of Chan's face, whatever he can reach. He's gratified when Chan instinctively shifts closer to return the kiss, soft and a bit sloppy, both of them too satisfied to move much.
"How do you feel?" Chan murmurs into Big's ear. "Was it what you wanted?"
"So-o fucking good, and yeah. Even better than last time," Big whispers in return, the words hard to parse out through the lingering pleasure but so true they feel like they're coming straight from his heart. He feels almost ready to fall asleep again, even though he knows they need to clean up. "You?"
"Perfect," Chan says, his voice deep and warm.
Big grins sleepily, belying his next words. "Best way to wake up."