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Maybe Shen Wei should have known that it would only be a matter of time, that this was an inevitability, should have known from the first glimpse of Zhao Yunlan’s clever tongue and graceful lips playing with that accursed lollipop – pleasuring it, almost.
At least it took several weeks until everything came to a hea–
Well, until it all went sou–
…
Until his day took a turn for the interesting.
It took just long enough to get attached as well as attracted to the scruffy SID leader, and maybe that had been his undoing in the end – that, and too many nights filled with undignified dreams and uncomfortably perky awakenings certainly hadn’t helped.
They’d been working on another case – something involving, as best as they were able to figure it out, prehensile dark energy tentacles used for all manners of nefarious purposes from pickpocketing to, if Chief Zhao’s hunch was right and that one sleazy advert was to be believed, “out-of-this-world lap-dances”.
He figured Zhao Yunlan talking about tentacled lap dances hadn’t particularly helped keep his imagination in safe waters – and then that beautiful, infuriating man pulled out a fresh lollipop and, slowly and very deliberately, removed the wrapper. Shen Wei didn’t have to turn around from his spot at the bookshelf to know that Chief Zhao was staring at him while he did it, he could have sworn he could feel his gaze against the back of his head.
He knew he was making a horrible mistake when he glanced over his shoulder anyway, and caught Zhao Yunlan’s gaze and lazy smirk as he did something positively sinful with his tongue that made the lollipop’s stick bob, his lips working over the sticky-sweet surface like–
Blood rushed to places it never should have gone in such volume during office hours, and he could only hope the other man wouldn’t notice. Maybe if he kept his front out of sight for the time being…
Shen Wei swallowed heavily, and turned back to face his bookshelf, trying to remember what he’d even come over here for–
Ah.
Nothing.
He’d just felt the need to escape Chief Zhao’s sharp gaze for a while.
“... wouldn’t you say, Professor Shen?”
He hadn’t heard a word Zhao Yunlan had said in the past two minutes, hadn’t noticed he hadn’t been listening, and was uncharacteristically taken aback now. He tried to downplay his stunned silence, grabbed a book from the shelf, and stammered out a noncommittal “I, ah–”
He held up the book.
Zhao Yunlan raised his eyebrows, his expression unreadable in a way that didn’t bode well for Shen Wei’s continued dignity.
“So how’s a dictionary going to help us find our potentially betentacled perpetrator?” he asked, mock innocence and unrestrained mirth making his eyes sparkle.
Shen Wei looked at the heavy thing he’d pulled off the shelf, and Chief Zhao was right – it was, indeed, an old dictionary that he’d mostly kept because the distinctively-colored cover gave his shelf that carefully-cultivated, distinguished touch.
“Ah–” he said, let his lips twitch into an apologetic smile, the kind that always made Zhao Yunlan’s gaze linger for a second longer – maybe if he was looking at Shen Wei’s face, it’d keep his eyes away from the situation unfolding further down – and put the book back on the shelf. “I was – looking for a book with a similar cover.”
He began making his way back to his desk, subtly angling himself away from Chief Zhao’s attentive gaze and trying to move like his usual dignified self – with some luck, nothing was showing, anyway.
“You seem distracted,” the Chief smirked and gave the lollipop another swirl with that clever pink tongue of his.
“It has been– it has been a very long day,” Shen Wei said, at least half-honestly, “and it’s getting hard to focus…”
He slid into his chair and sighed a quiet, subtle sigh of relief, his lower half safely hidden from view by solid wood.
He would have happily sold his soul to ensure that his desk was the only solid wood in his office right then, and shifted awkwardly as his pants pinched in places they’d never been tailored to accommodate.
“Somehow,” Zhao Yunlan said, gesturing in the vague direction of Shen Wei’s desk with that accursed piece of candy, “I have a feeling that this is not the only thing that’s hard right now.”
Shen Wei froze like a deer in the headlights – for all his ten thousand years of secrecy, he’d never been a particularly good liar when directly confronted, he had no idea how to react to this, and he knew his hesitation was going to show up clear as day on his features. He had at least a vague idea of what he must’ve looked like right then – eyes wide, lips slightly parted, sudden pallor and a burning blush fighting a fierce war for control over his cheeks – and even if his reaction hadn’t been so painfully obvious, Zhao Yunlan was damned good at what he did, he would have noticed the faintest flinch.
“How did you–” Shen Wei finally ground out, and realized it’d been the wrong thing to say halfway through the sentence. Everything else would have been fair game – What do you mean or I have no idea what you’re referring to or absolutely anything else that wasn’t an outright admission of guilt.
Zhao Yunlan’s face had a tinge of compassion that really only added insult to injury, but not enough to hide the dangerously sharp, hungry gleam in his eyes as he pulled himself up from where he’d been lounging in his chair and stalked closer until he was leaning over the desk, his face close enough to Shen Wei’s to make him move back–
That was his next mistake, he realized, his predicament now in full view, undaunted even by the utter horror of being caught out like this.
“Those pants really don’t hide anything,” Chief Zhao stated flatly, and gave his lollipop another well-calculated flick that made the stick bob between his lips. “Did I do that?”
Zhao Yunlan’s tone was part curiosity, part challenge, and part barely-concealed lust. He licked his lips, and Shen Wei idly wondered if the other man could see his dick twitch under that heated gaze.
“What if you did?” he asked, emboldened by ten thousand years of pent-up need, and he wasn’t sure what he was feeling guiltier about – being painfully, desperately aroused during office hours, or said arousal being caused by someone who was not, technically speaking, the Kunlun he’d known.
He took those feelings and stuffed them back down to be dealt with later, as Zhao Yunlan inexplicably managed to get even closer by leaning all the way across his desk, his fingers around the edge facing Shen Wei.
“What if I did? Hmm…” Zhao Yunlan repeated, and sucked in a hissing breath like he so often did for added emphasis. Shen Wei could see a subtle kind of tension drop off his shoulders, so subtle he hadn’t even noticed it until it was gone, and then the Chief grinned. “I try not to leave things unfinished.”
“Why don’t you come over here and finish what you started, then?” Shen Wei asked, his voice dropping low, teasing. It was easy to join in with the banter, unexpectedly so, and he felt guilty about that, too.
Thankfully, Zhao Yunlan seemed all too happy to distract him – the grin tugging at his lips was equally playful and sharp, the gleam in those clever eyes intriguingly reminiscent of a tiger on the prowl as he stalked around the desk. Shen Wei’s cock twitched as Zhao Yunlan put his hands on the armrests of his desk chair, playfully trapping him where he sat. The other man was close enough that Shen Wei could smell the caramel on his breath, and that alone made him shiver, no matter how much he tried to suppress it. With his last remaining ounce of control he flicked a hint of dark energy at his office door until the lock clicked shut, carefully keeping his hand out of Zhao Yunlan’s field of vision while he did it. Even so it was too much of a risk, but he couldn’t think, all he could focus on was the empty space between him and Zhao Yunlan, and his cock straining against the carefully-ironed fabric of his pants.
And then, Zhao Yunlan reached down, and Shen Wei could feel himself twitch with anticipation, but then–
Nothing.
His gaze flicked down, then up again, making eye contact – it was still hard to look Zhao Yunlan in the eyes sometimes, hard to catch his look and not have the breath knocked out of him by his mind’s hopeless litany of Kunlun, Kunlun, it’s him, why won’t he say something – and finding those familiar brown eyes asking a wordless question, hesitating just before everything became real.
Shen Wei smiled to himself, the faintest twitch of his lips.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Show me how well you can finish what you started.”
Zhao Yunlan smirked, and Shen Wei barely stifled a noise at the sudden weight settling against his cock and giving a tentative rub. He’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be touched there by something other than his own hand, and it was nearly overwhelming – strange and intimate, and a little awkward; the other man, for all his casual attitude, was clearly trying to figure out the best way to touch him effectively through the fabric of his pants (Shen Wei was more than a little tempted to discard them right now, through whatever means necessary to get that hand wrapped directly around the length of his cock), and there was still that tension to his shoulders that betrayed his nervousness.
He kept at it though, slowly, teasingly letting his clever fingers wander over tented fabric, somehow ghosting across all the right places, and yet it wasn’t enough to really tip him over the edge, it couldn’t be enough, not while Zhao Yunlan was being so gentle, not through two layers of fabric. It was plenty enough to slowly, slowly edge him closer though, making his eyes flutter shut and his head tip back as his hips twitched, desperate for more friction.
“Patience, Professor,” Zhao Yunlan said, and it was probably supposed to sound teasing, but there was an unmistakable roughness to his voice indicating that he wasn’t nearly as unaffected as he was trying to seem. “Patience.”
Shen Wei was not going to beg. He was not going to beg, not even if he could feel his cheeks flush up to his eyeballs, not even if he had to bite his lip to keep quiet, to keep some semblance of dignity. He could hear Zhao Yunlan take a shaky breath and forced his eyes open again – he needed to see this.
Zhao Yunlan was a sight to behold leaning over him, looking straight at him, his pupils blown wide with arousal, his sharp focus almost enough to make Shen Wei a little uneasy – afraid that he wouldn’t be able to resist blurting out one of his many, many secrets at the most inopportune time, afraid that Chief Zhao would see just a little too much if he kept looking at him like that, afraid that–
Those clever fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot and Shen Wei moaned, despite all his attempts to stifle it. He could hear Zhao Yunlan’s breath hitch unexpectedly.
A strange, crunching sound caught Shen Wei’s attention, and it took him a few moments to figure out where it was coming from – the Chief had bitten down on the rest of his lollipop to get through with it faster.
“That’s bad for your teeth,” Shen Wei admonished reflexively, but Zhao Yunlan just shrugged and tossed the little plastic stick into the office wastebasket with a practiced flick of his fingers.
“Pretty sure you won’t mind once I get going,” he said.
“Get going?” Shen Wei asked. Zhao Yunlan licked his lips and tilted his head and– oh.
“Are you really going to–?” he asked. “Here?”
“You don’t mind, do you?”
“Mind?” Shen Wei asked back, flabbergasted. “By all means, go ahead.”
“So formal,” Zhao Yunlan said and slowly got down on his knees, his hands moving to Shen Wei’s zipper, before shrugging and undoing the button, too, and pulling on pants and underwear until he got the hint and lifted his ass enough for Zhao Yunlan to pull them down a little more, giving him better access.
Shen Wei let out a shuddering breath, enjoying the freedom from the stifling confines of his pants, just to gasp as warm, silky lips touched the tip of his cock. Zhao Yunlan was looking up at him, mischief and arousal alike reflected in his warm brown eyes. He remained there, still, until he could be very sure that he had Shen Wei’s full attention (he always had his full attention, he just hadn’t realized it yet) – and then he began to suck him off in earnest.
It was so incredibly familiar, the occasional scrape of short facial hair against his thighs, the wealth of overwhelming sensations, the way the other man looked, there, in front of him, on his knees, looking up at him. It wasn’t quite right, wasn’t quite how he remembered it – the hair was wrong, and so was the clothing, and there was something missing in that molten gaze, smoldering as it may have been, but it was enough. It was more than he’d ever thought he was going to get.
After all that teasing, it was too much to hold on for long.
His fingers threaded through Zhao Yunlan’s hair, trying to warn him, but he just made an amused noise low in his throat, Shen Wei could feel it, and that’s what pushed him over the edge, had him pressing his hand over his mouth to stifle the noises, had him throwing his head back, eyes closed, brows furrowed.
He could feel Zhao Yunlan swallowing around him.
When he finally got his breathing under control and opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sigh of Zhao Yunlan standing in front of him, casually leaning against his desk, holding out a fresh paper tissue, the tented fabric in the front of his jeans belying his casual attitude.
“Well,” he said while Shen Wei took the tissue and carefully cleaned himself up and pulled up his pants, “I’d say that was some pretty good work; I should probably go back and… consider the results.”
Silence.
“What?” Shen Wei asked, surprised. He’d thought that Zhao Yunlan would’ve been eager for him to return the favor, and yet…
“But…” he motioned in the direction of Zhao Yunlan’s erection, but all he got in return was an enigmatic grin.
“If you want me,” he said, his voice low, “come find me after hours; you won’t have far to go anyway.”
And then, without another word, he turned around and walked out of the office. The locked door put a bit of a damper on his smooth exit, but he still got his point across – this wasn’t going to be the end of it.
And Shen Wei, for all his complicated emotions, found himself looking forward to it.