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To have a rut in Shanghai's muggy summers was the worst, but at least there was time to prepare. Tunan had awakened, smelling the start of Ruolai's season in his scent, in the muggy air at the first light of dawn. Ruolai had whined quietly in his sleep, as Tunan extricated himself to start preparing, but then he curled against an extra pillow and settled. Best to let Ruolai catch a little more sleep before it woke him.
Jinzhen had gotten one whiff as she'd seen her ge in the hallway, and had promptly packed the rest of the family off to a cousin on the far side of town for a few days of visiting. Tunan asked Mrs. Wang to prepare cold dishes and sliced fruit and leave them under a cover on the table in the hallway, and then to take the next day and a half off. By the time he returned with various supplies, Ruolai was sitting up and stretching, the flush in his cheeks and sheen on his skin showing how the season of dew got its name. His eyes were wide and already flecked with gold. Tunan felt a swell of protective qianyuan pride alongside the growing heat of oncoming rut, as he looked over, and licked his canines.
Ruolai gave a little moan of arousal, clearly gawking as Tunan bent over to plug in the fan. "Tunan, qianyuan, come here," he murmured.
Tunan chuckled. "Be patient a little longer, Lailai," he said, coming to the bedside table and looking Ruolai over. His lips, already dry at the best of times, were going to become chapped the way he was already licking them so much. He opened one of the vacuum flasks he'd brought upstairs, and poured Ruolai a glass of cool water. "Drink this, and go rinse off. It'll do you no good to get dehydrated before we even get started."
Ruolai pouted. "I'm fine, Xiansheng. You know all I need in my season is you." But he dutifully started to climb from the bed.
Tunan reached out and ruffled his hair, resisting the urge to tackle him right back onto the mattress. "Consider it foreplay, kunze, and do what I say."
Their fingers brushed as he handed the glass of water over, and both of them shuddered. Tunan turned away, to go get another armload of supplies, and smiled as he heard Ruolai's groan of frustrated acceptance. Ruolai prided himself too much on being a hardy soul who had suppressed his kunze traits for a long time. Tunan, who had also chafed at being a qianyuan in the past, would be damned if he didn't take advantage of every rut to be protective and thorough, and to leave Ruolai exhausted, but satisfied, well-fed, and relaxed.
Ruolai was on his back in the bed, damp hair on the pillow and one hand absently stroking his cock, by the time Tunan came back with a basin and a stack of soft cloths. "We don't make _that_ much of a mess," he protested, shifting so that his knees were wider apart, displaying himself a little better. His smell was intense, now, citrus with a spicy bite, and his hole was already puffy and glistening with slick. It followed Tunan around the room as he poured more water, and started the fan.
"You've never had a partnered heat during weather this hot, have you?" Tunan said, turning to him and starting on the buttons of his own shirt. "You'll want a wet cloth on you at some point today, and even if you don't, I know I will."
"Okay, qianyuan, I trust you," Ruolai said. Then he inhaled sharply. "Oh, you smell so good. I don't want to wait any longer, please don't make me wait, Tunan, please." He arched his back, fingers of his other hand rubbing at his hole.
Tunan stripped his shirt off and shucked the rest of his clothes, and then climbed on the bed. He did make himself wait a little more, and gave Ruolai his first gasping, shouting orgasm of the day while swallowing his kunze's swollen, darkened cock down to the hilt and fingering him open. Then, with Ruolai staring up at him in the glassy-eyed haze of rut, Tunan milked a second orgasm from him with agile fingers. The hot weather made Tunan feel focused, his attention narrowing down to the squirming, whimpering, kunze body before him, his own fingers coated with the slick that was trickling out of his hole, and the joy in him that it was Ruolai, the clever, loyal mate he'd never dared to dream of having.
Ruolai whined and whimpered as he came the second time, squirming and burning up in a way that meant his season would give him no respite, or none until Tunan had him properly filled with a knot. Tunan bent over him, then, kissing swollen lips and petting Ruolai's flushed skin. "Ssh, I've got you, Lailai."
"Please, Xiansheng… please, Tunan…." Ruolai wasn't truly seeing him, but his trust and want awakened the qianyuan in Tunan the rest of the way. He growled and gathered Ruolai up in his arms, then positioned them so that Ruolai was leaning back on pillows at the head of the bed, and had his legs spread wide. Tunan grabbed his ass and maneuvered it into position, spreading Ruolai's cheeks and lining them up, and then thrust home in a smooth, ruthless glide. Ruolai howled, and Tunan found himself growling again as he heard the overwhelm and satisfaction both, in Ruolai's voice.
Tunan's focus narrowed again, to the sound of Ruolai's voice, sobbing but urging him on, and to their harsh breaths. It narrowed to the slap of their skin and to their scents, citrus and leather mixed together. Ruolai fumbled to put his arms around Tunan's neck and clutch, which helped him to thrust hard despite their slippery skin, and seat himself deep. Tunan lost himself in it until he could feel the orgasm building in him. He reached for Ruolai's cock, which was damp between them and hard again, if it had ever really softened. Ruolai keened as Tunan stroked him, and spilled at the same time that Tunan did, their stomachs painted with Ruolai's spend, as Tunan came deep inside his body.
The knot swelled quickly, and Ruolai urged him on, holding him tightly. Tunan got in a few good strokes where the knot popped in and out of Ruolai's hole, both of them gasping at the powerful sensation of it, before he'd swollen too much to do it any more. Tunan ground in as tightly as he could, relishing the squeezing sensation of Ruolai around his knot. Ruolai squirmed on him, enjoying the stretch as the fit became more snug. Then they were thoroughly locked together, and Ruolai lay back with a satisfied moan, his own cock twitching and leaving a little more come on his belly.
Tunan levered himself up to make more room between them, and looked down in satisfaction at the sticky evidence of their act. His breath was harsh in his ears, and he could hear his pulse, thundering along.
"Oh," Ruolai said after a while, and reached up to brush Tunan's hair off his forehead. "Oh, I think I lost track of some time," he said, wonderingly. "I just remember how wonderful everything felt. Still feels." His eyes were still huge and his face flushed, but the glassy look had receded for now. His heat would give him some respite, until some time after the knot had gone down.
Tunan leaned down to kiss him, and then gave him an appraising glance. They were both soaked in sweat, in addition to the stickiness of come rapidly drying on them in the breeze from the fan. Tunan could feel his pulse in his skull, and while he didn't for one moment regret spending every season with Ruolai, he was feeling the heat of the day again, and it was oppressive. Rut during summer in Shanghai was terrible, he thought.
Thankful he'd pushed Ruolai toward the head of the bed earlier, Tunan reached out and found a glass of water he'd poured. He tried to pace himself, but he drank half the glass without stopping. Ruolai refused, when he offered it.
"You were right about hydrating," he said, "So I'm fine for now." With one long arm, he fetched a cloth and swiped it through the basin of water, and started to clean them off.
"Let your qianyuan do that," Tunan chided him, with a wry smile.
"I'm a kunze, not useless," Ruolai said, solemn and focused on the task. Then he looked up, with a soft grin. "You're right, hot weather does make it harder." He shifted and clenched around Tunan's knot, and they both groaned.
"I'm glad I'm here to take care of you, whatever the weather," Tunan said, and bent down to kiss Ruolai's lips again. Then he grabbed another cloth, wet it, and began to wipe both of them down with the cool water. There was plenty to do while they waited, he thought. It was still the only place he wanted to be.
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