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‘Lao Wen,’ Zhou Zhishu’s voice shakes as he breathes the name out, ‘Lao Wen.’
Wen Kexing lifts his head from where it was buried in his neck, looks at him with pure want, eyes hooded with an edge of annoyance.
Zishu forgets what he was about to say. Or rather, he was about to say, ‘we can’t do this here.’ In the middle of the wilderness while their camp is waiting for water. But then again, it was such a stupid thing to say, now that he can look into Wen Kexing’s eyes, pulling him in like a beautiful, torturous abyss.
Zishu quickly kisses him so he doesn’t have to look into those eyes anymore. Wen Kexing’s hand come up to cradle his jaw, so he can press against him more insistently.
Kexing’s mouth is finer than any wine he’s had before, smoother and sweeter and so, so heady. It’s a little too much but Zishu is a greedy man, never knows when to stop drinking.
‘Lao Wen,’ he breathes out again, pleading. Zishu doesn’t know what for, just that he needs .
Wen Kexing isn’t in the mood for second chances so he ignores him this time, pressing kisses from his jaw to his ears. Zishu’s brain goes blank for another minute, at the feel of Kexing’s hot breath against him. He comes back to the soft slide of Kexing’s mouth back down his neck. Teeth scraping deliciously against Zishu’s Adam’s apple, Kexing pulling insistently on the opening of his robe to expose more of Zishu’s skin. He continues licking and nipping at his clavicles, mouth sliding down until Zishu can feel the warmth of Wen Kexing’s breath on his nipples. He takes the hard nub into his mouth biting down until Zishu gasps, then soothes the sharp pain with gentle sucking.
‘Hey! Lovebirds!’ There’s a light gasp and at once Zishu is highly alert at the arrival of the intruder, standing upright and at attention from the tree trunk Wen Kexing had pushed him up against. Kexing feels no such urgency, he makes a little sound of displeasure, sending chills down Zishu’s chest before he raises his head and turns around, painfully and infuriatingly slow.
Ye Baiyi looks aghast, like he hadn’t expected to happen upon actual lovebirds, ‘What are you doing here, while your son is this close to dying of dehydration?’ Kexing faces Zishu and quickly puts his hand inside Zishu’s sleeve to retrieve the flask of water they just collected. With a scowl he throws the flask at Ye Baiyi.
Wen Kexing looks proud of himself and leans into Zishu again as though he doesn’t care that Ye Baiyi can see them. Zishu, with no such affinity for exhibitionism, stops him with a hand against his chest.
‘Lao Wen.’ It’s firm this time, he shakes his head and Kexing groans, mouth pursing into a pout Zishu finds adorable but knows that it means punishment for him later. Kexing obediently moves away, straightening his hair and patting his robes down. He looks at Ye Baiyi with so much bitterness that Zishu won’t be surprised if it manifests into a curse. Now that he’s thinking about it, Wen Kexing can probably do that.
‘Shameless!’ Ye Baiyi calls after Kexing as he stalks off as bitchily as he can manage. He turns to Zhou Zishu with a shake of his head, ‘him I understand but you?’
Zishu is a little bit over being the pure, chaste one, ‘well, we are soulmates after all, aren’t we?’ He says with a roll of his eyes.
*
This has to be it.
Wen Kexing has waited patiently through this journey of unending enemies but more devastatingly unending cockblocks. But they’ve finally found a particularly cavernous mountainside it seems as Ye Baiyi leaps gracefully to a ledge across from them.
‘Hey there’s another one here, a second cave.’
This has to be the day he finally gets to fuck Zishu again. It’s been so long he can barely stand it, has almost forgotten what his darling looks like in the throes of pleasure.
Ye Baiyi looks and sounds a little too relieved and Wen Kexing feels a little jilted at that. They have been trying so hard not to let their affections show during this journey. But if Ye Baiyi was insistent on being scandalized either way, Wen Kexing would rather he had given him things to really be scandalized about.
It’s been at least two sunsets since he last groped Zishu’s ass. They sneak kisses early every morning before Cheng Ling wakes up. But the boy is a light sleeper and so endearingly enthusiastic about his training, that their privacy never lasts long. Ye Baiyi, on the other hand, has been sleeping in longer and longer. He’s suspiciously never awake before Cheng Ling. Zishu is very insistent on preserving his disciple’s innocence so Wen Kexing is forced to keep a respectable distance in his presence.
Wen Kexing is not the person to feel shame around such matters. If it was just Ye Baiyi, Wen Kexing would not be holding back. If he’s that opposed to happening upon a naked bottom or two, he’s certainly capable of traveling alone.
It’s different with Cheng Ling, not only because he’s young and impressionable but also that they haven’t decided what this is. If Zishu would agree, Wen Kexing would marry him tomorrow, Ye Baiyi probably kicking and screaming the whole way. But Zishu has never been reckless. He knows how Cheng Ling yearns for a family. Making promises of domesticity when the future is so uncertain would be cruel even by Kexing’s standards.
While being soulmates comes with an expected level of intimacy, there’s still a distinction drawn around married soulmates. And he and Zishu aren’t married even though they’ve certainly performed their marital duties to each other. After all, isn’t that more important than a ceremony and bowing to ancestors who’ve long since scorned him? In fact, if things go in the direction that Wen Kexing wants they’ll perform their marital duties this very night. He doesn’t realize he’s been grinning lasciviously until he notices Ye Baiyi’s scowl.
His grin only grows wider while Ye Baiyi's scowl intensifies.
Cheng Ling and Zishu have wandered off to hunt and collect firewood.
Ye Baiyi is sitting on a rock nearby, grumpily watching Wen Kexing set camp. For once they seem to be on the same page - ecstatic about privacy. Wen Kexing even forgoes griping at him about sitting around while the rest of them work. Ye Baiyi never offers to help and Zishu, with his ever righteous moral compass, would refuse to make a senior master work either way.
Zishu and Cheng Ling return with rabbits and firewood and they immediately start prepping dinner. Wen Kexing is positively buzzing with anticipation to break the news. Ye Baiyi scoffs and beats him to it, ‘There’s a second cave nearby.’ He could probably see Wen Kexing bursting to let Zishu know and interjected before Wen Kexing could say something inappropriate.
Zishu’s eyes widen imperceptibly but his head shoots up in Kexing’s direction. Kexing wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and Zishu’s nose twitches as he’s trying to hide his tiny smile. Zishu walks by him a while later, presumably to do some chore or other, and squeezes Kexing’s biceps just so. When he looks at Zishu, he sees the heat he feels reflected in his eyes. Suddenly Kexing can’t remember why they’re not fucking right this instant.
After dinner, Ye Baiyi announces that he’s going to bed, not so subtly stretching and griping about how tired he was. He then picks up his modest bedding and tries to nonchalantly suggest that he and Cheng Ling go to the other cave. He sounds anything but nonchalant though and his eagerness is entirely unsubtle. Zishu, now sitting pressed next to him, looks mortified and even Wen Kexing is worried that Cheng Ling knows that they want privacy. And surely the leap from there to why is not far.
But then Cheng Ling only blinks, ‘Why? There’s enough space here.’
Ye Baiyi looks like his soul is about to leave his body. Zishu snorts and then hides his face behind his sleeve with a cough. Kexing can’t believe that Gao Chong wanted this idiot boy for his only daughter.
‘Indeed, but don’t you want...more space?’ Ye Baiyi knows when he’s fighting a losing battle.
‘No! I want to stay close to shifu and Wen-shu’ Cheng Ling stands up and as though to make his point of how close he wants to stay to them, he skips over and plops himself right in the middle of them, pushing them both to the side to make space for himself.
Zishu looks so touched, he wraps the boy tightly in his arms. Even Kexing feels pangs of affection for him amidst the disappointment.
*
‘A-Xu.’
Is the only warning he gets before someone pounces on him, kissing him within an inch of his life.
He steadies Wen Kexing, pulling him over himself, to straddle him properly. And oh, this is much better, because he can feel Kexing’s passion against his hip, his stuttering desperate movements are all around him like Kexing can’t decide where he wants to touch first. So tries to touch him all over at once. Zishu won’t admit it openly but he admires how Kexing loves so unabashedly. Zishu has been powerless against it from the day they met, getting slowly pulled into his orbit. From the easy compliments to his heart breaking vulnerability and even more devastatingly his trust. Zishu isn’t sure how he’s been gifted with something so precious. But he knows the world, knows that fate has little to do with justice. So Zishu greedily takes everything Wen Kexing gives him, hoping that he never notices, at least until Zishu’s not so distant death, how little Zishu has to offer in return.
Kexing pulls away from devouring Zishu’s mouth for one second, sits up to undo his belt and shucks his robes off in record time. Zishu likes to tease him though, especially when he’s so desperate for it. So he runs his hands slowly up Kexing’s thigh, one hand unhurriedly picking at the fastening of Kexing’s pants and the other presses ever so slightly against his cock. Kexing gasps and bucks his hips, chasing that barely there pressure. Zishu moves his hand against his bulge and this time Kexing groans loudly, starts picking at his Zishu’s sash belt as Zishu keeps rubbing him. If his movements end up obstructing Kexing’s quest to get him naked, then certainly there’s nothing he can do about it.
It’s not like he can stop touching Kexing.
He feels a sudden rush of air when Kexing grabs his hands and then presses him down into the bed with his wrists pinned above his head. He can’t help laughing at the eagerness, ‘what’s the rush Lao Wen? I’m not going anywhere.’
‘You’re being difficult, why are you being difficult?’ He says petulantly and pushes against his wrist hard enough that Zishu can feel the bruises forming. Kexing’s eyes are dark and wide and Zishu can pick out the veins of fear amidst the lust. Zishu knows what causes this even though Kexing has never brought up these moments of panic, he has shared his deep fear of being abandoned. Of finding himself at the mercy of people, who only wanted to torture and use him.
He knows that Kexing sometimes finds it hard to believe that Zishu won’t leave him. It might not be unfounded as Zishu is doomed to die soon. Kexing being in pain about it is the only thing that’s ever made him want to live. Zishu eyes turn soft, softer than someone who’s trapped in this compromising position has any right to be, ‘am I?’ He leans up, to press a sweet kiss to Wen Kexings lips, then swings his legs up and around his back. He uses the leverage that gives him to push up into Wen Kexing as he’s pulling him down. Their cocks slot perfectly together and Wen Kexing sets a punishing pace, driving down as though he was inside Zishu already.
Zishu welcomes the pain, the overwhelming pressure against his throbbing cock. He certainly deserves the punishment but Kexing doesn’t, Kexing hasn’t deserved any of the hands he’s been dealt in life. Even Zishu is barely a consolation prize for what Kexing has lost. Yet, Zishu can’t bear to part with him either. No matter how much he believes that Kexing deserves better than him, Zishu feels just as crazed, just as frantic at the thought of losing him.
Nothing seems to convince Kexing of his unequivocal support though. Kexing keeps him at a distance that pricks at his heart. Therefore, when Kexing kisses him like this, like he’s pouring out every anguish into the ether, into Zishu’s skin, it’s Zishu who grows desperate. Desperate that Wen Kexing feels every drop of Zishu's love through his kisses and caresses.
He’s startled by a knock on the door. They were so engrossed in one another that they’d completely missed the loud crying, coming from behind the door.
‘Shifu! Shishu! Help.’ Cheng Ling sounds distraught. For a second Kexing looks like he’ll just ignore all the noise and continue. But before he can chide Kexing for it, Zishu feels a loud sigh against his cheeks. Kexing climbs off him reluctantly. He makes for the door in just his pants, hard on and all.
‘Lao Wen!’ Zishu calls urgently, throws his discarded robe at him. Cheng Ling has finally clued into the nature of their relationship. It’s why he offered to have the baby sleep with him so they could have some time alone. Still they needn’t be quite so active where Cheng Ling can see them. Kexing catches the robe with a scowl, doesn’t bother tying it close before he swings the door open.
‘Shishu!’ Cheng Ling’s relief is palpable as he holds the still crying baby out to him. Kexing grabs the baby and then slams the door in Cheng Ling’s face out of petty annoyance.
‘Remind me why we have a baby?’ Wen Kexing’s tone may come with a bite but he’s looking at the baby in his arms with a gentle fondness. And in turn Zishu is looking at them, at Kexing rocking the baby, cradled against his shoulder. This should not turn Zishu on as much as it does.
‘You don’t want a baby with me, Lao Wen?’ He’s being flirtatious on purpose. But perhaps there’s a part of him that wants to know the answer.
‘Are you telling me this is your son?’ It’s a weird look on Kexing’s otherwise cheerful face, the simmering rage, while he’s cradling a baby nonetheless. Zishu rolls his eyes, they only spend every waking moment together, how would this even be logistically possible?
‘You know this baby’s parents.’ Zishu says instead flopping back down onto the bed. They’re babysitting while the parents had to leave the town to attend to some emergency. Zishu wasn’t really paying attention back then, too distracted by the thrill he felt at the prospect of being this tiny thing’s guardian, even temporarily.
He hears the sheets rustle as Kexing joins him on the bed, the baby still crying. Zishu resolutely avoids looking at him. He wants to stay mad at him. He has a feeling that he won’t be able to if he catches sight of his husband expertly handling a baby, cradled to his naked chest.
Oh, he’s doing it again.
Thinking of Wen Kexing as his husband.
Even though their relationship is more like husband and wife, something about the word squeezes at his heart. Zishu has never once thought that he would get to have this extraordinary yet simple pleasure in life. He knows that Kexing watches him for a while before laying down to sleep with the baby. Zishu gets very close to just giving in because he wants to fall asleep embracing... his husband . The thrill he feels at that is unmistakable, stronger than his annoyance. The soft sounds of Wen Kexing’s hand patting the baby to sleep lulls him as well until he’s feeling relaxed and drifting off.
Kexing’s voice interrupts his thoughts, ‘I do- I do want. To have a baby.’ And as though he fears that Zishu will misunderstand him he adds, ‘with you.’ Zishu turns around to face him unable to hide the pleased smile on his face. He convinces himself that it's his tiredness making him so transparent. Wen Kexing is already looking straight at him, the baby fast asleep on his chest, eyes dripping with sincerity like he’s ready to go out and procure a baby for them right this instant.
After a few moments of just looking at each other Kexing reaches a hand out to curl over Zishu’s belly, ‘I want A-Xu to bear many children for me!’ His face going from sincere to teasing in a snap. Zishu slaps his hand, followed by another slap on his shoulder. Kexing gasps in exaggerated pain but forgoes his usual whine of ‘A-Xu’ in consideration of the sleeping baby.
Zishu sticks his tongue out at him, before he finds two little bolsters to frame the baby when Kexing finally lays him down on the bed, ‘don’t roll over onto him,’ Zishu says, kicking Wen Kexing’s shin mostly because he can and that Kexing will let him. He lays down with one hand on the bolster on his side while Kexing mirrors him with his hand resting against the bolster on his. Zishu begins to drift.
‘A-Xu,’ he cracks one eye open at the soft call of his name, ‘I want to bear many children for you too.’ Zishu can’t help the sleepy smile, ‘I don’t think even Da Wu has a cure for your insanity.’
And if Zishu actually gets what Kexing means, if he too feels this intense desire to make a legacy from the love that consumes him everyday.
Well, he simply falls asleep before he can say it.
*
This is going to be the best night.
Wen Kexing can feel it. He has excellent instincts and he can just tell that he’s going to rail Zishu multiple times tonight.
The man in question is on his lap as they exchange languid kisses between swigs of wine. They have a room at an inn, Wen Kexing made sure that they got the best room, with plenty of surfaces and expensive carpets for him to take Zishu on. Jing Beiyuan has agreed to take over the training at Four Seasons Manor so that they could take this little trip.
They’re already pleasantly buzzed and Zishu buries his face into the crook of Kexing’s neck. Kexing giggles shoulder tensing up as Zishu brushes his lips lightly over his ticklish skin. He can feel Zishu’s laugh reverberate against him when he squirms. Zishu is a tease and a bully but Kexing knows how to get back at him.
See, the only weakness of the Swift Moving Steps of the Four Seasons Manor was that you had to be light to be swift. Which meant that Wen Kexing could rise all the way from the floor, without dislodging Zishu from his lap, holding him bridal style. Zishu swings his legs in protest but Kexing distracts him with a kiss and eventually his arms come up around Kexing’s neck to give himself leverage to kiss back as Kexing carries him to the bed.
They kiss unhurriedly once he lays Zishu down carefully, finally afforded the luxury of being so. Zishu’s lips still sizzle against his skin and everywhere they touch seem to come alive with pleasant tingling. He caresses Zishu’s waist lovingly, fingers catching at the ties of his belt, slowly pulling it loose. Once he does, suddenly his own clothes feel too tight and he sits up to paw at his own fastenings. Zishu follows as though he can’t bear for their bodies to be apart, softly kissing his neck again.
Wen Kexing giggles again, ‘A-Xu!’ He chastises, ‘stop distracting me.’ For once in his life Zishu obeys, resting his head on Kexings shoulder, looking up at Kexing’s face while he pulls his belt off. Zishu’s hands come up to caress his chest as soon as his robes loosen, pushing the lapels even further apart.
‘Lao Wen.’ Zishu sounds a little dazed. When Kexing turns to look at him he looks dazed as well. Zishu’s eyes flicker down to his lips and he brings his thumbs up to trace them, pressing against his bottom lip, ‘Lao Wen, you’re so beautiful.’
Wen Kexing’s face burns at the praise and suddenly he can’t look into that loving gaze anymore. Zishu smiles when he averts his eyes in embarrassment. He supposes he deserved that for all the times he sung praises of Zishu, in public, in front of hapless waiters and stall vendors. ‘Your lips are so swollen,’ Zishu is still tracing them reverently, trying to get Wen Kexing to look at him again, ‘they look so good like this.’ Kexing’s eyes flicker back to Zishu’s mouth just as the latter licks his own lips. If the hungry look in his eyes weren’t telling enough Zishu continues, ‘I love kissing you Lao Wen, biting your lips red, licking them.’
‘Then kiss me.’ Kexing breathes out sharp, unable to keep listening to all this drunken admiration. Zishu doesn’t have to be told twice. He pulls Kexing in with his hands cupped around his face. It’s urgent and frantic and the pleasant arousal that he’s been floating in most of the night suddenly goes aflame.
Zishu starts leaning back and Kexing has the state of mind to slide the robes off his shoulders before pushing him down into the bed. The robes are still trapped beneath him but Zishu is gloriously naked. Or at least he will be as soon as Kexing can pull down his pants. He’s genuinely trying but Zishu isn’t letting him pull away from the kiss long enough to succeed. He gives up, pushes the fabric down just far enough so he can wrap his hands around Zishu’s cock.
Zishu’s breathe stutters within the kiss, and for another few moments they kiss like that open mouthed and messy. Not really a kiss at all, but he wants to be close to Zishu and feel the heat of his breath. This gets the job done well.
Zishu finally lets him make his way down, kissing along his jaw, Kexing stops at his clavicles for a bit, biting at the tender skin to hear Zishu’s breathy moans. He only very gently grazes his lips against the skin that’s formed over the nails. Zishu insists it doesn’t hurt when Kexing touches them, that it's just another part of his body. Kexing trusts Zishu wholeheartedly but he also knows him, knows that he’d never let it show even if it did. Kexing doesn’t like doubting Zishu but he likes hurting him even less.
He’s made his way down, licks his cock lightly a few times before directing his attention to Zishu’s inner thighs, up to his knee and down those mesmerizing long legs until he’s moving back up again. Kexing doesn’t notice at first when Zishu tenses, assuming it's from arousal. But when Kexing’s eyes are at level with Zishu’s crotch again, he sees that Zishu is now less hard. It finally registers that Zishu is unnaturally stiff.
From down here it doesn’t look like anything is wrong but when Kexing climbs back up, he can see that Zishu’s hands are trembling slightly and he has them crossed in front of his chest.
‘Fuck, A-Xu.’ He grabs Zishu by the shoulders and pulls him up to sit with his back turned to Kexing. Kexing puts his palms flat against Zishu’s back, helping him stabilize his rampaging qi. Zishu pushes him off after a few minutes, as soon as he’s able to. He looks barely conscious. Kexing clicks his tongue and moves to continue, Zishu slaps at his wrists, ‘save your qi, stupid.’
They have this argument often. Zishu doesn’t seem to get Kexing’s point; what's the use of his life force if Zishu wasn’t in his life? Kexing decides to ignore him, it's not like Zishu can physically stave him off right now.
‘Lao Wen.’ Zishu’s voice is tight, raspy from the pain. It makes him pause, ‘can you just hold me?’ Kexing’s heart squeezes at the unsure tone, as though he’s afraid that Kexing would not love him without his martial arts.
He finds himself unable to refuse. Zishu sits up on the bed with his legs crossed. His hair flutters as though being swept by a light breeze, but it’s actually happening because of his pulsating qi. His arms are crossed against his chest, fingers pointing upwards. Kexing traces his back again, palms pressing into his shoulder blades as a final consideration of whether he should continue sharing his qi.
Deciding against it, Wen Kexing circles his arms around Zhou Zishu’s waist, pressing his cheek against his spine and waits.
*
‘A-Xu!’ Wen Kexing exclaims, brandishing a butcher knife.
Zishu chuckles, as he stuffs cucumbers and radishes into his mouth that Wen Kexing had just finishing slicing for dinner.
‘You have to earn grazing privileges, help me and I’ll make you an extra helping of pickled cucumbers.’ Kexing has already gone back to slicing vegetables, even as he nags. Zishu raises his eyebrows but when he sees that Kexing isn’t paying attention to him, sneaks up behind him and wraps his hand around Wen Kexing’s waist, ‘you’ll do that anyway.’ He whispers smugly. Wen Kexing pushes him off and throws the butcher knife at him. Zishu dodges easily, laughing hysterically.
Kexing rubs his neck, still tingling with the ghost touch of Zishu’s breathe. Zishu pulls the knife out of the wooden pillar it had lodged into, then hands it back to Kexing, ‘Lao Wen, are you so busy cooking that you haven’t noticed we’re alone.’
Kexing looks at him disbelievingly but Zishu is smirking at him suggestively and Zishu would never risk his pure and serious image in front of his disciples. He still looks around suspiciously, ‘Cheng Ling?’
‘All the disciples are training in higher altitude today.’ Wen Kexing knew that they were going off site for today’s training but he thought they’d be back by midday. Now, he’s worried that he hasn't packed them enough rice balls. Noticing Wen Kexing’s attention slipping Zishu presses close again, ‘are you worried about them Lao Wen? You’re such a good mother to our children.’ Wen Kexing is embarrassed at having been found out, he throws the butcher knife again, this time away from Zishu’s head to lodge into another wooden pillar. He uses the moment of distraction to grab Zishu’s arm, bends down and throws him over his shoulder. Zishu screams but he’s mostly laughing, beating his fists against Wen Kexing’s back like a captured maiden.
He continues doing so, screaming and laughing, until Wen Kexing has brought him to their room and unceremoniously thrown him onto the bed. Zishu holds his stomach, from the stitches he’s getting from his giggling. He stops when Kexing joins him on the bed, his robes already on the floor. Zishu sidles close, caressing Kexing’s torso adoringly, fingers tracing the defined muscles of his abdomen while Kexing makes quick work of his robes as well.
Kexing pushes him down into the bed in a well practiced move once they’re both naked, settling between Zishu’s legs as they kiss. Kexing rolls his hips down and they both gasp at the friction against their hard cocks. Zishu’s nails drag down his back to grope Kexing’s cheeks.
When Kexing doesn’t relent his thrusting he whines, ‘Lao Wen, don’t tease.’ Zishu knows how much Kexing loves him begging. Usually it’s a battle to see who can hold out against the teasing longest. But the complete lack of fight sends a different kind of thrill up Kexing’s spine. He wants to keep bullying Zishu, see the betrayed expression on his face of being wronged just because Kexing doesn’t indulge him immediately.
‘Please Lao Wen,’ he presses sweet kisses onto Kexing’s mouth to convince him, ‘please fuck me.’ And shit Zishu knows him too well, there’s a self satisfied smile on Zishu’s face when Kexing complies, pressing a finger against Zishu’s entrance.
It slips in easily.
‘A-Xu did you-’
‘Lao Wen,’ Zishu gasps bearing down against the finger inside him, ‘I’ve been trying to seduce you the whole day.’
Zishu whines again, trailing off into a moan as Wen Kexing presses in two fingers knuckles deep, ‘I’m ready Lao Wen, just fuck me already.’
‘Bossy.’ Kexing chuckles, presses a tiny kiss to his nose as he leans over to grab the vial of oil that they keep handy near the bed. He shivers at the sudden cold dripping down his cock. Zishu grabs his cocks, pumps it a few times to warm him up before aligning his entrance against the head. It’s Wen Kexing’s turn to whine as Zishu has already started to impale himself with no input from him whatsoever.
‘If you’re so eager,’ Wen Kexing starts before pulling Zishu up to sit on his lap, ‘then just take your pleasure, I’m tired from cooking for your children all day.’
‘Our children.’ Zishu says wrapping his arms around Wen Kexing’s shoulder, tangling his fingers into his hair. Kexing guides his hips to his cock and Zishu doesn’t waste time dropping down onto it. Kexing stays completely still, waiting for Zishu to adjust. Zishu’s head is buried in his neck, he’s holding him so close that Kexing feels the scars from the nails dragging across his own chest.
After a few moments Zishu starts moving, slowly grinding against the cock inside him, barely pulling off before pushing their hips together again. Kexing lets Zishu continue this slow, tortuous pace, enveloped in his heat, at his mercy until he’s close. He’s simmering in this steady, constant warmth around him, overwhelmed but unable to tip over that last edge. He stills Zishu’s hips with his hands, pushing him off until only the tip of his cock remained inside before slamming his hips up into him again. Zishu collapses against him with a moan, fingers digging painfully into Kexing’s back as Kexing keeps thrusting up into him like that, brushing up against his prostate on every upward stroke.
Feeling Zishu trembling in his arms, struggling to stay upright, Wen Kexing throws him to lie back on the bed. He turns him onto his stomach, pressing Zishu’s face into the mattress as he slides back inside with one smooth stroke and fucks him, hard and fast with none of his usual finesse or tenderness. It’s been far too long and Kexing would worry that he’s not being good to Zishu, but the latter is keening into the sheets and driving his hips back with equal gracelessness.
Kexing pulls Zishu’s head up with a tight grip in his hair and whispers in his ears, ‘can you come just from this?’ When he feels Zishu’s nod tug against his fingers, he raises up onto his knees, bringing Zishu’s hips up further up in the air. Zishu tightens his fists into the sheets as a litany of ‘Lao Wen’s leave his lips. Wen Kexing bites onto his shoulder as he spends. The sticky warmth blooming inside and the sharp pain in his shoulder pushes Zishu over the edge as well and he spills onto the sheets underneath, smearing onto his stomach as Wen Kexing rides him through both their orgasms.
They lay like that for a long time with Wen Kexing collapsed on top of Zishu, catching their breathes.
‘Lao Wen.’
‘A-Xu?’
‘Heavy.’
Wen Kexing giggles at the grumpy tone, thrusts into his oversensitive body once in revenge before pulling out and rolling over to lie down next to him. Wen Kexing can feel the tiredness and satisfaction pulling his eyes closed when Zishu pokes him, hard into the side of his stomach, ‘Lao Wen. Don’t sleep.’
‘A-Xu, I need to if we’re going for round two.’
‘Lao Wen, it’s not that.’
He cracks his eye open to see why A-Xu was so intent on killing his post orgasm buzz.
‘Dinner.’ Zishu is looking at him with utmost concern, but Kexing can make out the little twitches around his lips, indicative of a smile trying to break out.
‘A-Xu you treat your servant too poorly,’ Wen Kexing laments but he too knows that if he doesn’t go finish making dinner they will end up eating stale bread and apples. Zishu finally breaks out into laughter, rolls onto his side so he can wrap his arms around Kexing and presses sweet kisses into his shoulder.
‘If my servant has complaints, I can certainly offer higher compensation.’ He murmurs, cupping his hand around Wen Kexing’s soft cock, to make the nature of the compensation abundantly clear.
The grin spreading on Wen Kexing’s face matches the one on Zishu’s, ‘Ah then, shall we discuss the terms over a hot bath?’ He asks. Zishu nods and launches himself at Wen Kexing, kissing him softly and then not so softly until negotiations over baths and dinner are all but forgotten.
On second thought, stale bread and apples made for a delicious and satisfying dinner after all.