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It helped to concentrate on the little things. A sharp bolt of pain as he bit his bottom lip. The shudder of his muscles. The rhythmic squeak of the mattress springs.
Concentrate on the little things, don't focus on the big ones.
The way his cock felt rock solid and burning like fire in his fist. The way his chest heaved but he couldn’t quite get enough oxygen into his lungs. The way his head swam, his thoughts swirling and scattering as his fist moved faster and faster.
At the way he could hear every detail of his Ouxiang and Wu Xie down the corridor.
At the way his Ouxiang’s breath was puffing out in quiet pants. At the way Wu Xie was clearly used to being more vocal, but had tried to muffle his whines with something (it sounded like cloth, oh God was it a gag? Or his own shirt pulled up, showing the pales planes of his chest, glistening with - stop). For anyone else that would be enough for them to keep their privacy, but Liu Sang wasn’t anyone. And he could hear everything.
The sharp slap of flesh on flesh. The strange squelch of lube. The soft sighs that tumbled from his Ouxiang’s lips.
Loud enough (to him) to sound like he was in the room with them. Clear enough to sound like it was his ear his Ouxiang was whispering sweet praises into.
He shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't. But they... they know what he can do. They knew that he was here. They shouldn't be doing this either.
His toes were curling against the sheets, his head thrown back as he fought not to whine with the tightness of his own fist. He was going too hard... too fast... he knew. But God, how was he supposed to stop with the way Wu Xie groaned against what ever was in his mouth?
He was close, so close... but not quite there...
"Let me hear you, Liu Sang."
His Ouxiang’s voice, clear as crystal, sounding like he was bent over him, around him, inside him. A simple demand that Liu Sang didn't try and fight.
The orgasm ripped through him, his moan echoing around Wushanju's guest bedroom, but he was too far gone to care. He kept his fist moving even as his legs twitched with the over simulation.
Eventually it was too much and he fell still, his pants evening out.
And then his Ouxiang’s words caught up with him. Had he really said his name? Did he know what Liu Sang was doing? He couldn’t... could he? What the hell had he been thinking, anyway?! You can't just... do that in someone else's home (to the sound of them fucking, no less...) He wiped sweat from his forehead with a trembling hand. How the hell was he supposed to face them in the morning? God he was the worst-
A knock rang out from his door
Oh.
Fuck.