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Luo Wenzhou knows he’s out of it when he opens the door and doesn’t automatically stick his foot out to stop troublesome Thing One and Two from trying their nightly escape attempt.

With a curse and nearly dropping his armful of papers, Luo Wenzhou belatedly scoops up Luo Yiguo before the cat can disappear into the city streets and shuffles Fei Qian back into the home with his foot. The kitten has grown in the past couple of months since being brought home by Fei Du, but it still can’t seem to get the hang of its longer legs. It stumbles and trips over itself as Luo Wenzhou shuts the door behind himself.

Luo Wenzhou drops Luo Yiguo without ceremony, ignoring its aggrieved cry and making sure he makes eye contact with the darn animal as he locks the front door. Luo Yiguo puffs himself up, hisses, and then saunters off with his tail straight up. Like a good little sibling, Fei Qian mimics Luo Yiguo before hurrying off into the depths of the home after the fatter cat. He takes a corner too sharp and clips the wall, falling over from the blow, before gathering its legs back under itself and running off.

Ungrateful brats. They wouldn’t survive a day in the streets.

With a sigh that speaks volumes to how much Luo Wenzhou regrets giving up cigarettes, he takes off his shoes and hangs up his coat on the rackety coat stand. Reorganizing the pile of folders in his arms so that nothing falls out, Luo Wenzhou follows his unplanned children to the living room. “I’m home.”

From the couch, Fei Du, with his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose and the lenses reflecting the blue light of his laptop, looks up at Luo Wenzhou with a small smile that hides mirth from the fact he obviously heard the disturbance at the front door. “Woke up early and arrived home late. Shixiong is such a hard worker.”

With a grunt, Luo Wenzhou shoves Fei Du’s head back down as he walks by so that he won’t have to look at that playful expression. “Shut it.”

Luo Wenzhou leaves behind quiet chuckles as he walks into the study. The room is more cluttered than normal, and Luo Wenzhou has to push papers aside to make room for the papers in his arms, taking the hill to a mountain. Once his arms are free, Luo Wenzhou loosens his tie, pops the first couple of buttons on his uniform, and rubs his face in exhaustion.

As much as Luo Wenzhou is a slacker who loves his sleep and arrives on time or late, never early, there are parts of the year when a Captain does actually have to play the part. Performance Evaluations for the Criminal Investigation Team are due to Director Lu which means Luo Wenzhou has to save face and become a respectable Captain for at least a couple of weeks. Amongst the heaps of paperwork, which Tao Ran dutifully helps with, a couple of cold cases were dredged up from the depths of the Pacific Ocean with a recent murder, causing investigation overtime on top of the management overtime.

With the cases solved and the evaluations basically completed by this point in time, Luo Wenzhou has finally run dry. He is looking forward to his day off tomorrow and sleeping in till the sun is high in the sky, hopefully wrangling Fei Du to laze away the morning with him.

He’s hardly seen Fei Du these past couple of weeks. He’s missed him dearly, an emotional ache that seems to manifest physically with how Luo Wenzhou’s body stings if he rolls his shoulders the wrong way.

The floor creaks quietly as a weight presses on it, but Luo Wenzhou doesn’t pay any mind since he knows it’s either his bastard children or Fei Du, and neither triggers any sort of response in Luo Wenzhou’s sleepy body. One of the three he will gladly welcome.

With a wisp of fabric, Luo Wenzhou’s tie is pulled from his collar. Luo Wenzhou feels the corner of his mouth curl and he slowly drops his hand from his face. Fei Du is standing before him, head tilted in a studious manner, and glasses still low on the bridge of his nose. “You’re losing your touch.” He wraps the standard issue tie around his palm. Around and around. Luo Wenzhou follows it with his eyes. “Did you really not hear me enter? Imagine what I could have done by taking you unawares.”

The heat that would normally fill the pit of Luo Wenzhou’s stomach at the action and words doesn’t light. There is a stirring— there’s always a stirring when it comes to Fei Du— but it seems Luo Wenzhou is truly Lao Luo tonight. Not enough kindling for a wildfire blaze.

Luo Wenzhou wraps his arms casually around Fei Du’s middle and drops his head onto his shoulder. His hands don’t wander, and his lips don’t meet skin. Luo Wenzhou simply breathes in, smelling that overly expensive shampoo Fei Du insists on using and the faint hints of Mu Xiang that linger on his collar from when Fei Du went into the office earlier today. It substitutes a cigarette well enough.

“Anything, darling,” Luo Wenzhou says into Fei Du’s shoulder. Fei Du stills for a moment before his quick mind realizes the situation and he acts accordingly. He wraps his arms around Luo Wenzhou in return, slender fingers tracing the path of his spine. Luo Wenzhou relaxes further.

“Is there much left to do?” Fei Du asks, head tilting towards the desk.

Luo Wenzhou shakes his head.

“I ate the food you left for me for dinner. Have you eaten?”

Luo Wenzhou nods. He and Tao Ran ate not long ago. It was the City Bureau’s dining hall, but by that point, the Captain and Deputy Captain had no energy left for taste.

“Good. Everything else can wait till tomorrow, yes?”

Before Luo Wenzhou can agree, Fei Du’s fingers press into his shoulder in the wrong yet right place and that stinging ache flares, the tight muscle twitching under Fei Du’s touch. With a slight hiss, Luo Wenzhou tightens his hold around Fei Du, wanting to both flee and press back into those dangerous fingers.

Fei Du pauses and takes his fingers away, not testing this newfound knowledge further. He simply hums and turns his head, lips grazing Luo Wenzhou’s ear. “I see,” and that voice, low and quiet to mimic the moonless night outside the window, with just enough husk to add kindling to Luo Wenzhou’s smoldering coals, pulls a full-body shiver from Luo Wenzhou.

Not enough to spark a flame, but enough to make Luo Wenzhou lazily remember the viper he’s relaxing against. One of those venomous snakes, ready to strike at any given moment.

“Shixiong really has worked hard. Sore all over.” Those venomous fangs disguised as elegant fingers dance across Luo Wenzhou’s shoulders before striking, finding a weak spot that has Luo Wenzhou gritting his teeth. “And so tight.”

Luo Wenzhou smacks Fei Du on the ass and pushes the troublemaker away. “All right, hands off. Stop being all,” Luo Wenzhou vaguely gestures up and down at Fei Du, which only brings an amused smile to the viper’s face, “that. I know exhaustion only exaggerates my sex appeal, but I can barely think. It would be a real shame to say one of my colleagues’ names simply because I remembered I forgot to add something to their file. It would sincerely hurt my reputation.”

Fei Du looks unamused.

Luo Wenzhou kisses the cool expression, nose bumping against Fei Du’s. “I’m going to bed. You can wake me up in the morning with that mouth.” He then quickly sidesteps to narrowly avoid being hit with his own tie, laughing as he exits the study.

Luo Wenzhou’s shirt is already completely unbuttoned by the time he enters their shared bedroom. With an unhidden grimace since Fei Du isn’t around to see, Luo Wenzhou pulls it off his shoulders and ditches the official uniform shirt in the hamper. Then, admittedly slower than normal, takes off his undershirt. Rolling his shoulders, Luo Wenzhou goes to the bathroom to do the most basic essentials of his nighttime routine. He hears Fei Du moving through the rest of the home, hoping that means the house lights are off and his laptop put away— Luo Wenzhou will still force Fei Du to bed, aching shoulders be damned.

A hardworking Shixiong deserves the reward of wrapping his lover up in his arms and falling asleep to the feel of their heartbeat beneath his palm.

What he wasn’t expecting, though, was to leave the bathroom, comfortable in his pajama pants and no shirt, and have the words on the tip of his tongue aimed at calling his partner to bed fizzle out with the sight that greeted him.

The bedroom door is closed, which already has one of Luo Wenzhou’s eyebrows rising up, and the lights are off. The room is still warmly lit by a couple of candles sitting on the nightstand though, a pair of candles Fei Du must have scrounged around for since they never light them after the “Burnt Tail” incident. They leave the room smelling faintly of cinnamon. Beside the candles are various bottles that Luo Wenzhou can’t read the labels of since the room is so dimly lit but knows they must come from Fei Du’s collection of skin care products.

And standing beside the bed is Fei Du himself.

Fei Du changed from the clothes Luo Wenzhou had seen him in earlier. His outfit for the workday was gone, instead wearing a pair of comfortable sweats that cost more than three months of Luo Wenzhou’s salary (he’s checked) and a black t-shirt that is definitely Luo Wenzhou’s from the way it hangs loosely around Fei Du’s more slender shoulders.

Luo Wenzhou looks at the candles and bottles then at Fei Du pointedly. Fei Du gives him a smile that isn’t quite a smile. He pats the bed.

“Lay down, Shixiong.”

Luo Wenzhou doesn’t move, glancing around the room once more. He chews the inside of his cheek before speaking. “I feel as though I should be telling you to behave yourself.”

Fei Du gives him one of his signature ‘decent’ smiles. “I am on my best behavior.”

Luo Wenzhou hums and slowly walks over to the opposite side of the bed, away from whatever plan Fei Du is currently concocting. It just so happens that this side is Luo Wenzhou’s usual side. “Then what’s all this for?” Luo Wenzhou asks as he plugs in his phone to charge. He proceeds to scroll to his clock app to make sure his alarm is off for tomorrow morning, but habit makes him keep his ringer turned on.

“A massage.”

“Right.” Luo Wenzhou puts his phone down once he’s done with it and pulls back the covers. He remembers the last time they attempted a “massage.” Fei Du made the complaint that he was more sore the next day than he was the night before. “On your best behavior while using one of the oldest seduction techniques in the book.”

Luo Wenzhou gets into bed and avoids eye contact with Fei Du, both to not be tempted by whatever body language he’s giving off and so that Fei Du doesn’t notice his slight grimace when he tries to lay on his side. Luo Wenzhou flips onto his stomach instead, debating internally whether it's too late for a hot bath. Holding up the weight of Yan City really does take its toll.

Luo Wenzhou can feel Fei Du’s eyes on him but keeps his face firmly planted in the pillow. Fei Du says, “Lao Luo must be well versed with the technique since he saw it written.”

Said pillow is then thrown directly into Fei Du’s face. “Shut it. You know damn well how well-versed I am.”

Fei Du lets the pillow hit him but grabs it before it can hit the ground. When Luo Wenzhou catches his expression, he begins to think that maybe he’s made a mistake. Looking like the cat that got the cream, Fei Du hugs the pillow to his chest and raises a single brow.

Realizing exactly what he’s done, Luo Wenzhou glares at Fei Du. “All right, give me my pillow back.”

Fei Du plays the role of contemplating the demand before he shakes his head.

Irritation flares up within Luo Wenzhou. He can feel his eye twitch. “Stop being childish, Feizhir.”

“I think the person who throws pillows is more childish.” Fei Du smiles one of those smiles. “I’m simply playing your game.”

Luo Wenzhou’s glare intensifies for a moment before he quickly reaches out to try and grab Fei Du’s pillow instead. Fei Du, like a true grand mastermind, knew what Luo Wenzhou would try to do and reacted to Luo Wenzhou’s movement, snatching his pillow off the bed. Luo Wenzhou’s hand grabs air. His guts burn as he watches Fei Du hug both pillows to his body.

With Fei Du looking like the cat that got the cream and caught the mouse, Luo Wenzhou lets out a frustrated sound and drops his head directly onto the mattress. After a long moment of silence with thoughts of just going to sleep without the comfort of a pillow or tackling Fei Du and handcuffing him to the furthest piece of furniture in the house, Luo Wenzhou speaks between gritted teeth. “Just a massage?”

“Just a massage, I promise.”

“Your promises mean jack shit.”

Fei Du chuckles and concedes the point. He pats the side of the bed closest to him and Luo Wenzhou heaves a sigh. Slowly, as if it pains him to indulge his partner's whims, Luo Wenzhou scoots across the bed towards Fei Du. He kicks the blankets off, settles in, and gives Fei Du a look. “Now do I get my pillow back?”

“Of course.” Fei Du graciously hands him his stolen pillow, tossing his own to the opposite side of the bed.

Luo Wenzhou puts it under his head and waves his hand vaguely at Fei Du. “All right, get on with it. But don’t play around.” Luo Wenzhou then closes his eyes and loosely wraps his arms around the pillow, getting comfortable. He really does feel as though he could fall asleep in seconds, but now a piece of his mind is hyper-aware of Fei Du’s movements, keeping him from drifting off.

He listens as Fei Du’s light footsteps move about beside the bed, hears the clinking of jars and bottles, and keeps still as the mattress dips under Fei Du’s added weight. Fei Du swings a leg over and straddles the backs of Luo Wenzhou’s thighs, sitting himself right up against the curve of Luo Wenzhou’s ass. The placement makes Luo Wenzhou’s eye twitch, but he bites his tongue and doesn’t move.

He does jolt and gives a muffled curse into the pillow when Fei Du’s cold hands meet the skin of his back, goosebumps immediately appearing. “Do I have to start making you wear gloves and cook more spinach? Your fingers are freezing.”

Fei Du simply says, “It’s winter and I don’t enjoy spinach that’s cooked.”

Luo Wenzhou has to swallow his groan at the words leaving this spoiled man’s mouth. “Raw spinach, then.”

Fei Du squirts a glob of cold lotion directly onto Luo Wenzhou’s back. A startled sound, which definitely was not a squeak, comes from Luo Wenzhou. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he reaches back and grabs Fei Du’s wrist. “Don’t mess around unless you’re ready for the consequences.”

“I was wrong,” Fei Du is quick to say, but Luo Wenzhou can hear no regret in that voice.

Luo Wenzhou keeps the younger man in his hold for a second longer before releasing him with a sigh. “I’m too tired to mess around. Behave.”

“I’ll try my best. The view is too nice to spoil, anyway,” Fei Du says as he places his hands on Luo Wenzhou’s waist. He gives a small squeeze. “You should let me be behind you more often.”

Luo Wenzhou rolls his eyes at the flirtatious words. “Take a picture to mark this rare occasion.”

Fei Du is silent. Luo Wenzhou reaches back to slap his leg. “Don’t actually take a picture. You already take too many without my permission.”

“You’re very photogenic, but I won’t. I’ll draw you from memory later as a Christmas gift.”

“Just what I wanted,” Luo Wenzhou grumbles, wrapping his arm back around the pillow.

Fei Du doesn’t say anything more as his hands release Luo Wenzhou’s waist and begin their work. It takes a minute of Fei Du spreading the lotion around before it warms and the goosebumps subside. Luo Wenzhou stays alert and suspicious for a little longer, waiting for Fei Du to do or say something more. When all he does is begin to press his fingers into the tense muscles of Luo Wenzhou’s upper back, Luo Wenzhou slowly lets himself relax.

Just a massage, Fei Du said. Luo Wenzhou doesn’t trust it at all, but his eyes close despite himself. No matter what hidden intentions there may be, Luo Wenzhou cannot deny how good a massage feels against his tightly knotted muscles. His back feels like it's been hit by a car, and since Luo Wenzhou actually knows how that feels, he is not exaggerating. Three weeks of archive hunting to stakeouts to running through an airport to catch their fleeing suspect (that ended with a near stab to Luo Wenzhou that Fei Du does not need to know about) with a slew of paperwork waiting for him whenever he wasn’t focused on the case… It’s a wonder that only his shoulders are hurting.

As Fei Du’s fingers rub underneath Luo Wenzhou’s right shoulder blade, he muses. If the same circumstance happened two years ago, Luo Wenzhou thinks that he would be in worse shape. Thinking back to cases previously, many a night Luo Wenzhou spent at the City Bureau when it didn’t make sense to go home, asking the neighbor to feed Luo Yiguo and forcing himself to continue on with the crick in his neck from sleeping on a spare office couch. Dining hall food, a pack of cigarettes or two on stressful days, and a spare set of clothes in his office were the things Luo Wenzhou considered normal.

This time around, Luo Wenzhou sent a list of food for Fei Du to pick up for meal prep once it started to look like it would get busy for the Criminal Investigation Team. He made lunches and dinners for both of them that could be heated up or cooked on the fly. When Luo Wenzhou fiddled with his pack of cigarettes after a difficult questioning, a text from Fei Du would come or sometimes the person himself would appear in his office, saying he was on a break and wanted to see him. Fei Du would drive him to the City Bureau and then pick him up, even if it was late at night. It made Luo Wenzhou not want to stay at the office too long because he didn’t want Fei Du to drive through the packed city streets late at night.

Luo Wenzhou can’t imagine going back to a life before loving Fei Du.

Lost in his sentimental thoughts, Luo Wenzhou’s heart pounds a little harder under Fei Du’s touch.

Through the sleepy haze a warmth blossoms in the pit of Luo Wenzhou’s stomach. The smoldering coals catch under Fei Du’s hands and Luo Wenzhou’s own thoughts. Luo Wenzhou floats in liquid arousal, nothing too tangible nor too uncomfortably hot, but still consuming and felt enough to cause a physical reaction.

Luo Wenzhou rocks down against the mattress unconsciously the next time Fei Du finds a particularly sore spot to start massaging. His breath hitches around a reserved moan, the sound further quieted by the fabric of the pillow Luo Wenzhou’s face is pressed into. But the room is silent, and Fei Du is very observant. His fingers pause in their motions, just for a second, before he continues.

Luo Wenzhou does not pay much attention to Fei Du himself as he soaks in the attention on his body. He does, however, blink his eyes open when Fei Du’s hands travel down his skin, further than before, all the way to and then past the hem of his pajama pants. Reflectively, Luo Wenzhou shudders at the feeling of fingers groping him.

As a bit of awareness comes to him, Luo Wenzhou turns his head to rest his cheek on the pillow to throw a suspicious look over his shoulder at Fei Du. Fei Du smiles back at him, hands coming back up to return to their original task. “Relax. Your lower back is tense too.”

Luo Wenzhou narrows his eyes, but Fei Du’s fingers get back to work and Luo Wenzhou finds himself soon looking at the backs of his eyelids instead of his lover. He still manages to murmur, “Behave,” before tucking his face back into the pillow, sinking back into the hazy fog Fei Du has worked him into.

Time melts by. Luo Wenzhou stays half-hard through it all and unknowingly gives Fei Du a show in how his hips press into the bed incrementally whenever Fei Du’s touch adds oxygen to his small flame of arousal. Fei Du massages Luo Wenzhou’s shoulders then trails down to knead at his waist, pressing his thumbs into the meat right near his tailbone. Fei Du only lingers long enough to make Luo Wenzhou’s hips seek friction against the mattress and to get him to release a muffled, breathy moan into the pillow. Once that happens, Fei Du’s hands move back up to his shoulders.

It becomes a trend. Fei Du’s hands move further and further down each time. Luo Wenzhou is lulled too far into a relaxed state to pick up on the danger until it’s too late.

The pad of a finger presses against Luo Wenzhou’s hole, the cool, slippery feeling snapping Luo Wenzhou to attention. He jerks under the touch, still a little dazed and unaware of just how much time has passed, but he comes to the realization of just how much arousal Fei Du has stirred up within him. He’s fully hard and his pants are pushed down to his thighs.

Luo Wenzhou is quick to take in the new situation. With a blurred voice, he says, “I thought I told you to behave.”

Fei Du slides his finger up and down against him. Luo Wenzhou twitches. “I was, but your reactions were too much of a temptation. May I repent afterward?”

“After what? Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Darling,” Fei Du says in a low voice, putting pressure against Luo Wenzhou’s hole. Not enough to press inside, but enough to make Luo Wenzhou grip the pillow tighter and shiver. “Please?”

Luo Wenzhou bites the inside of his cheek and tries to ignore the flash of heat that went straight to his dick at the sound of that pleading word from Fei Du’s lips as he continues to press and stroke against him.

This dangerous man. Luo Wenzhou knows better than to give in, but he has so much trouble refusing him. Fei Du knows this, and Luo Wenzhou knows that Fei Du knows this.

“Just a massage, he said,” Luo Wenzhou mocks the earlier promise.

Fei Du huffs out a small laugh and takes the invitation for what it is. He strokes across Luo Wenzhou’s entrance one more time, slow and teasing, before adding more pressure and pushing in.

Luo Wenzhou’s fingers flex around the pillow, shoulders automatically tensing and rising towards his ears at the feeling of Fei Du’s finger breaching him. Fei Du stops at the first knuckle. Wisps of hair graze across Luo Wenzhou’s skin before a kiss is placed between his shoulder blades. “Don’t act surprised.”

Luo Wenzhou can’t help but laugh, shoulders falling back down and fingers releasing the pillow as he gets used to the initial sensation. “You’re used to taking much more than me, darling, and on a more regular basis. You should be grateful that I’m even letting you have the upper hand tonight after everything— fuck,” Luo Wenzhou hisses out before he can finish goading, shoulders tensing right back up as Fei Du shoves his finger in as far as it can go all at once.

“Sorry, my hand slipped. What were you saying?”

This brat is what Luo Wenzhou thinks. He glances over his shoulder to catch Fei Du’s smug look as he watches Luo Wenzhou. Despite the fact that such an expression is rather irritating most days, in Luo Wenzhou’s current position where he can see the red flush dusting across those high cheekbones, see his eyes blown black as an abyss with arousal, coupled with his lips pulled up in the corners just enough to give an air of confidence…

Luo Wenzhou’s hips rock minutely against the mattress.

“Brat,” Luo Wenzhou says.

Fei Du’s lips pull into a wider smile before dropping back down into neutrality. His free hand slides up Luo Wenzhou’s back, between his shoulder blades, to the back of his neck before slipping into his hair. Luo Wenzhou’s eyelids flicker close as Fei Du grabs a handful, pulling just enough for tension against the scalp and for Luo Wenzhou to arch his neck. Not hard enough for pain, but hard enough for the anticipation of something more.

A shaky breath leaves Luo Wenzhou’s lungs.

“You always fight back whenever you lay beneath me. Or at least,” Fei Du hooks the finger inside of him, forcing a shudder and a jerk of Luo Wenzhou’s hips, “your mouth fights as your body simply begs for me.” A slow pull back then a forceful push in of his finger punctuates his words. Luo Wenzhou swallows the groan that lodges itself in his throat.

Then, Fei Du loosens his hold on his hair, gently pressing down until Luo Wenzhou is laying his head back on the pillow. Resting on his cheek, Luo Wenzhou looks back at Fei Du from the corner of his eye, blinking in surprise at the change of handling. Fei Du’s elegant fingers linger a moment, scratching at his scalp before trailing his nails trail down to his shoulders. There, Fei Du presses into the sore muscles, starting the massage once more.

“Will you let me take care of you tonight?”

Luo Wenzhou’s heart does one of those painful stutters, the one where it feels as though Luo Wenzhou is having a heart attack. The one that only Fei Du can elicit. Swallowing thickly, Luo Wenzhou turns his head and presses his face into the pillow, not wanting Fei Du to see the dramatic change of color on his cheeks.

“Do whatever you want,” he mumbles and wraps his arms more securely around the pillow, twisting his fingers into the fabric of the pillowcase.

Ever since the very first time Luo Wenzhou’s heart stirred because of Fei Du, he’s been nothing but a piece of wet clay in his hands. It doesn’t matter if Luo Wenzhou tells himself it’s because he’s physically tired from daily overtime, been massaged into a stupor, or simply indulging Fei Du’s whims due to his sentimental musings…

Luo Wenzhou will always give in to the angel with black wings who owns his heart.

Fei Du kisses his shoulder. “Thank you, my love.” The words caress his skin, a cool brush against the drying lotion, yet tear at his insides, ripping into his core. Luo Wenzhou's breath shudders and he flexes his grip around the pillow.

Angel his ass. This angel is nothing but a demon!

Luo Wenzhou’s thoughts of both praising and cursing his chosen life partner skip like a scratch on a CD when Fei Du begins to work the finger inside of him along with the hand rubbing whatever stubborn knots are left over. Both hands move in tandem at a slow, almost lazy, pace. Luo Wenzhou releases a long breath into the pillow, allowing himself to fall into the rhythm Fei Du is creating.

It doesn’t take long for Luo Wenzhou’s body to revert back to the hazy relaxed state he was in before Fei Du got into his pants. No more words come to Luo Wenzhou’s lips, only quiet pants that begin to create a moist spot on the pillowcase. Arousal runs like a river warmed by the summer sun beneath Luo Wenzhou’s skin, simmering and only boiling over when Fei Du does something like massaging teasingly near his spot without going further, when his hand grabs and squeezes his waist, when he presses on the small of Luo Wenzhou’s back to force his aching cock into the mattress so that he can watch Luo Wenzhou’s hips jerk and jump between pushing backward or forward.

Luo Wenzhou barely notices the second finger slipping inside. His entire brain is trained on the lips brushing across his neck, the teeth that nibble on his ear, the whispered words laced with too much husk to be good for the throat. Lift your hips more, sweetheart. That’s it. You feel so nice and tight.

Luo Wenzhou quickly turns his head away to avoid the abuse to his sensitive ears. “Watch it,” he threatens without the power of a threat, voice slurred. Fei Du chuckles at him but doesn’t pursue the ears further, moving down to instead kiss at each knob of his spin.

As much as Fei Du runs his mouth, he does have the experience to back up his claims some of the time. It’s evident that Luo Wenzhou has brought a young playboy into his bed (into his home, heart, soul—) and made the foolish mistake of letting himself be lulled into the web of honeyed words and silken touches. Luo Wenzhou is being suspended on the thin line between relaxation and stimulation. Fei Du expertly navigates between teasing touches that stroke the fire in his gut into a consuming blaze and touches that produce a soothing, lengthy pleasure that melts Luo Wenzhou into the sheets both physically and mentally.

Fei Du does not get Luo Wenzhou under him often, and right now, as a third finger enters and that persistent knot in his right shoulder finally dissipates under uncalloused fingers, Luo Wenzhou’s blissed-out thoughts wonder why.

Then, without warning, Fei Du’s fingers stop their thorough teasing and push straight into his prostate as Fei Du’s skin-warmed hand on his back presses without mercy into the spot that connects Luo Wenzhou’s shoulder and neck. Luo Wenzhou’s startled moan chokes him as the sharp, painful pleasure shoots through his system. He arches underneath Fei Du’s force and color bursts behind his eyelids. He nearly cums then and there from the unexpected stimulus after being teased and pulled along for so long. Fei Du holds him on the edge for a few long seconds, unrelenting, before pulling away. Luo Wenzhou collapses back onto the sheets, gasping for breath to fill his burning lungs, trembling.

Right. This is why Luo Wenzhou doesn’t submit to Fei Du’s “technique.”

“You bastard,” Luo Wenzhou hisses through clenched teeth, throwing a scowl over his shoulder at the menace behind him.

Fei Du pays no mind to Luo Wenzhou’s ire and nips at his shoulder where there must be a red splotch from where his thumb sunk into the flesh. Luo Wenzhou’s muscle twitches underneath Fei Du’s teeth and Fei Du attempts to soothe with a kiss. “Too much for you, Captain?”

Luo Wenzhou sputters, lost for words for a moment before irritation at this young, pampered brat heats his chest. “Watch your tongue! I’ve just about had enough of you, Mr. Just-A-Massage. I will turn this around and show you what too much is if you don’t… if you…” Luo Wenzhou whips his head away from Fei Du’s wandering lips with a frustrated sound, trying to get his thoughts back in order after they were licked out of his ear. “Stop it with that!”

With a barely audible chuckle, Fei Du attaches to the back of Luo Wenzhou’s neck, biting down hard enough to leave an imprint. He then drags his tongue across the mark, eliciting a shiver from Luo Wenzhou, which he tries his damnedest to suppress to fight back against Fei Du’s tyranny. “All I’m hearing is that you aren’t strong enough to handle it.”

Luo Wenzhou’s eyebrow twitches. “That’s it,” and he reaches back, aiming to knock Fei Du off balance and switch their positions. Before he can grab onto Fei Du and make this punk learn to watch his mouth, gold sparks across his vision as his prostate is stabbed into with force. In his moment of disorder, Fei Du grabs his wrist and forces it back down to the bed, using his body weight to hold the arm still.

“Don’t move,” Fei Du says close to his ear, hair brushing against Luo Wenzhou’s burning skin. “Show me that you can take it. Prove it to me.”

“Fei. Du.” Luo Wenzhou spits his name, tensing and preparing to move again.

“Luo Wenzhou,” Fei Du replies, tightening his hold around Luo Wenzhou’s wrist.

Luo Wenzhou wiggles a little under Fei Du, tempted, oh so tempted, to really put effort into flipping Fei Du over. But the irritation in his chest slowly begins to be taken over by a different feeling as the words sink in. Show me that you can take it. The fire burns brighter, the heat almost unbearable, and Luo Wenzhou shudders and trembles, just a little.

Luo Wenzhou squeezes his eyes shut, bites into the pillow, and stops struggling against Fei Du’s hold.

Fei Du hums, low and pleased. “Good boy.” And with those two words, two words that intensify that quake in Luo Wenzhou’s core, he continues his assault and does not stop. He massages, presses, abuses the spot Luo Wenzhou has never let anyone else but Fei Du touch. Luo Wenzhou’s body arches, grunts and moans all muffled by the pillow or held back by the sheer desire to keep Fei Du from being completely satisfied.

But being held down by someone Luo Wenzhou knows he can overpower, knowing that he’s letting himself be forced into this position, knowing he can break free at any moment but not doing so…

It’s good. It’s a lot. It’s almost… It’s almost too…

Luo Wenzhou rocks his hips against the bed a little desperately. He’s close, but Luo Wenzhou needs something more. Something against him, anything.

He releases the pillow and opens his mouth, a plea on the tip of his tongue. Fei Du. Touch me. Please.

A choking sound escapes him before Luo Wenzhou swallows it all back. But, of course, Fei Du notices. Without pausing his motions, he sucks another mark on the back of Luo Wenzhou’s neck. “What was that?” When Luo Wenzhou stays quiet except for his heavy pants, Fei Du nuzzles his neck with his nose. The contrast between the gentle gesture and the agonizing pleasure from his fingers makes Luo Wenzhou’s head spin. “I can’t give you what you want without you speaking up.”

Luo Wenzhou doesn’t answer, locking his teeth back around the pillow.

Fei Du, undeterred, moves his head up and licks a stripe up the shell of Luo Wenzhou’s ear before saying, “Tell me.”

Electricity strikes through his body. Luo Wenzhou’s hand that’s being held down by Fei Du’s twists in the sheets, knuckles white. He won’t give in. He can handle it.

But when Fei Du presses his lips against his ear, whispering low and deep with sincerity, “Wenzhou,” Luo Wenzhou feels something within him crack and the word leaves his mouth before he can even think about biting it back.

“Please.”

Fei Du could press him, ask for clarification, draw this out impossibly long with that frustrating patience he has. But he doesn’t. Luo Wenzhou lets out a sound close to a sob, a sound he will deny ever happened once his mind is no longer muddled, when Fei Du releases his hold on Luo Wenzhou’s wrist so that he can raise his hips up enough to slip a hand underneath, finally, finally wrapping his fingers around his weeping cock.

It takes only a couple more thrusts of Fei Du’s fingers coupled with a few strokes to send Luo Wenzhou over the edge. He buries his face into the pillow, moaning, shaking, and spilling into Fei Du’s hand. Fei Du works him through it right up to the point of oversensitivity before releasing him. He lowers Luo Wenzhou’s hips back onto the bed and pulls his fingers out of him, slow and gentle.

Luo Wenzhou sinks into the mattress, muscles lack and head fuzzy. He does catch a whisper of moving fabric, meaning Fei Du is doing something behind him. Luo Wenzhou doesn’t turn his head to see, though, because he can still feel Fei Du’s weight straddling the back of his thighs. As long as Fei Du stays there, stays near, Luo Wenzhou couldn’t care less if he is checking emails on his phone at this very moment.

Luo Wenzhou’s daze clears momentarily when Fei Du’s hands lay on his waist. Luo Wenzhou’s eyes blink open and he turns his head to rest his cheek against the pillow, watching Fei Du from the corner of his eye. His shirt is missing, which is probably what Luo Wenzhou heard being removed, and his hair falls past his ears and into his face. Luo Wenzhou can’t see his eyes, the lenses of his glasses caught in the glare of the firelight, but he can see how his skin reflects the candle’s glow, the white jade now golden, and how his dark hair shines like an endless pool. Ethereal.

Fei Du moves his hands up Luo Wenzhou's sides, across his ribs, up to his shoulders. Not massaging anymore, but simply feeling and exploring the expanse of muscle and skin. Luo Wenzhou is pliant underneath his touch. He watches the flicker of warm light on Fei Du’s face as his fingers linger on the raised scar from when the bullet broke through the passenger window of Fei Du’s car that night in the Flower Market District.

Fei Du’s body leans forward as he traces the scar, the candlelight no longer obscuring his clear eyes. Luo Wenzhou realizes then that Fei Du has been watching him this whole time too.

Fei Du removes his hands from Luo Wenzhou, and Luo Wenzhou shivers at the loss. But Fei Du doesn’t leave, simply leans down further, forearms pressing into the bed on either side of Luo Wenzhou to support his weight. His lips press to Luo Wenzhou’s temple in a small kiss, then another to the corner of his eye, with a slight pause between the two touches.

Luo Wenzhou can read the hesitation. He finds Fei Du’s hand with one of his own and holds it as he lets his eyes close. “Get down here and kiss me properly.”

Fei Du releases a small breath and proceeds to rest more weight against Luo Wenzhou’s back to kiss the corner of his mouth. Fei Du can say all he wants about Luo Wenzhou being a mother hen, but Fei Du has a worry streak of his own. He’s afraid of pushing Luo Wenzhou too far, quick to admit wrongdoings even if there is nothing wrong, and overthinks that he may break something that cannot be put back together.

It's Luo Wenzhou’s job to reassure him. Right now, that means kissing him stupid so that Fei Du can’t even think.

The angle is awful which makes the kiss messier than Luo Wenzhou likes, so Luo Wenzhou forces his post-climax relaxed muscles to respond and rolls over underneath Fei Du. Fei Du’s breath hiccups against his lips when Luo Wenzhou’s thighs rub against his erection still trapped in his sweatpants, but he lets up some to allow Luo Wenzhou to adjust his position.

Comfortable on his back, which actually does not ache nearly as much as earlier so the massage— and other things— did work, Luo Wenzhou wraps his arms around Fei Du’s neck and pulls him back down, kissing him soundly. Fei Du sinks into him, not seeming to mind the mess that still lingers on Luo Wenzhou’s stomach from earlier.

Luo Wenzhou holds the control at first, tasting sugar and mint on Fei Du’s lips and breath, but it only takes a few moments before Fei Du pushes back. He presses Luo Wenzhou into the mattress with his body weight and bites at his lips until Luo Wenzhou yields with a groan. The noise is quickly licked away by Fei Du’s tongue and swallowed as if it is one of his favorite candies. Luo Wenzhou threads his fingers in the soft locks and feeds Fei Du more quiet sounds just so that he can feel the younger man rock down against his thigh. In response, Fei Du sucks on Luo Wenzhou’s tongue and practically devours him.

When Fei Du gives a hitched breath and his hips stutter in their rutting, Luo Wenzhou frees one hand from his hair and reaches between their bodies, panting let me, let me into the kiss. Unexpectedly, Fei Du shoves Luo Wenzhou’s hand away and breaks the kiss. Fei Du pulls back, hovering over a very confused Luo Wenzhou.

With lips red and kiss swollen, Fei Du says, “Let me have you.”

Luo Wenzhou practically chokes on his tongue. Fei Du doesn’t seem perturbed, looking down at Luo Wenzhou with heated eyes nearly overflowing with desire. The expression makes a shiver flow up Luo Wenzhou’s spine and sparks the smoldering embers in his gut. Speechless, Luo Wenzhou turns his head to the side, needing a break from those eyes or he may just end up burned.

“I’m not above begging.” Fei Du presses his nose against his cheek, very obviously breathing Luo Wenzhou in. His fingers play with his waistband, tugging and pushing the already low pants down further. “Please, Shixiong. Please let me have you tonight. I need to be inside you.”

Chest and cheeks burning with a blush, Luo Wenzhou shoves Fei Du’s face away with one hand while the other covers up his own face. “Shut up! Fucking don’t— stop talking nonsense.”

Fei Du dutifully stays quiet and leans away with the shove, but he still kisses Luo Wenzhou’s palm, breath wet and hot against Luo Wenzhou’s skin. Luo Wenzhou swallows as he looks between his fingers up at Fei Du. Fei Du looks back as he lathers attention to Luo Wenzhou’s fingers with his tongue.

This animal. Nothing but a sly dog. Maybe Luo Wenzhou reassured him too much…

The temptation to flip their positions and put Fei Du into his place once again arises in Luo Wenzhou, but the urge dies as quickly as it comes. Letting himself believe the thought that he is simply too tired to fight this young man and not thinking any further than that, Luo Wenzhou turns his face towards the crook of his arm and closes his eyes. “Do what you want.”

He really does spoil Fei Du too much.

Fei Du presses a kiss to his palm one more time before releasing it, letting it fall back to the sheets where Luo Wenzhou loosely grips a handful. He lets Fei Du pull his pajama pants off. He listens as Fei Du grabs something and pops it open. He lets Fei Du settle between his legs and even makes room for him. “When all I want is you, believe me, I shall.”

Luo Wenzhou knocks into Fei Du’s side with his knee. “Watch it. You’re already pushing it.”

Fei Du grabs the leg, and with a practiced ease from a time before Luo Wenzhou, swings it over his shoulder. He kisses the inside of Luo Wenzhou’s knee. “I’m grateful for Lao Luo’s leniency with me. I thank him for indulging my desires.”

“Fei Du, if you don’t get on with it, I will roll over, go to sleep, and leave you unsat— nng,” Luo Wenzhou’s words break halfway through as Fei Du lifts his hips and begins to enter him. The head of Fei Du’s dick presses into Luo Wenzhou with little to no resistance, his body thoroughly worked open to accept him. Luo Wenzhou’s hand tightens its hold on the sheets, but he soon realizes the flimsy blankets don’t provide enough support. He instead reaches behind him to lock onto the headboard.

Fei Du is not as thick as Luo Wenzhou, but he is longer, and it’s a length that feels like it takes an eternity to bottom out. Luo Wenzhou can’t help but focus all his attention on the sensation of cold lube being warmed inside of him, on how Fei Du slides in without pause, on how every oversensitive nerve starts to light up and send heat straight to his already half-hard cock. Luo Wenzhou hides his face further into his arm, ragged pants leaving his lips.

After a minute, the eternity ends as Fei Du’s hips rest flushed against him. Fei Du is panting as well, and Luo Wenzhou can’t resist lowering his arm to take a look.

Fei Du’s chest is flushed and bathed in gold from the burning candles, the orange and red colors melding together like a sunset on his skin. Luo Wenzhou’s eyes follow a bead of sweat, tracking it down Fei Du’s torso, over the faded and time-smoothed ridges of his scars, before following the line back up, past his neck, to his face where his cheeks are painted a beautiful shade of pink. His glasses are gone, and a couple of strands of hair fall in front of his face. One of his hands grips Luo Wenzhou’s waist hard enough to leave impressions, and the other keeps Luo Wenzhou’s leg up on his shoulder, fingers flexing around the muscle of his thigh. Fei Du’s eyes are closed, and his eyebrows are pinched in an almost serious expression.

Fei Du doesn’t move, and after another moment, he still doesn’t move.

Luo Wenzhou bites the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from chuckling. “Trying not to cum, darling?”

Fei Du’s chest heaves with a steadying breath beneath his leg, lips parting to speak. Luo Wenzhou can’t help clenching down on Fei Du to simply hear that breath hitch and watch a strangled moan leave his lips instead of words. Fei Du’s eyes snap to his own, the dark look tempered by the blown-wide pupils and how Luo Wenzhou can feel his hips rutting minutely against him.

This time, Luo Wenzhou snickers out loud. “Finishing early is only natural when you’re in someone like me,” Luo Wenzhou teases. Luo Wenzhou rarely lies beneath Fei Du, and only Fei Du has ever seen Luo Wenzhou in this position, but that still won’t stop his tongue from sprouting shameless lines.

With another deep breath, this one not interrupted by Luo Wenzhou, Fei Du composes himself as he stares down Luo Wenzhou. Luo Wenzhou grins back even as Fei Du leans forward and pushes his leg closer to his chest. Fei Du should be lucky Luo Wenzhou keeps flexibility and mobility in his exercise routine.

“Apologies. I simply needed a moment to take in the fact I’m inside the love of my life.”

That gets Luo Wenzhou’s grin to slip. A strike of heat flashes through him, hot enough to make him quake. The corner of Fei Du’s mouth twitches upwards in victory from Luo Wenzhou’s speechlessness. Before Luo Wenzhou can even attempt to gather his thoughts for a comeback, Fei Du pulls his hips back and thrusts forward. Luo Wenzhou’s arm drops back to his face and he bites into his forearm to silence his groan.

After the initial roughness of the first thrust that Luo Wenzhou knows was just to further shut him up, Fei Du sets the pace at a tempo almost as lazy as his fingers were earlier. Relaxed and slow, Fei Du barely pulls out halfway before sliding all the way back in. He moves like he has all the time in the world and can be here all night.

The groan of the wooden headboard under Luo Wenzhou’s grip substitutes for Luo Wenzhou himself. The skin between his teeth stings, but Luo Wenzhou makes sure not to bite down hard enough to break the skin. It becomes a little hard to focus on not exerting the tearing pressure when Fei Du purposely drags across his prostate and sucks a hickey on the inside of his thigh, licking the bruise as Luo Wenzhou squirms and arches.

Luo Wenzhou never truly knows how to act when he lies beneath Fei Du. Fei Du has taken the lead multiple times from the bottom, but the inherent roles are still the same. Roles that Luo Wenzhou is familiar with, predictable but enjoyable. Luo Wenzhou takes pleasure in creating pleasure. His arousal hits its peak when he watches euphoria take over his partner’s expression knowing that he himself caused it. There is almost nothing better than breathing in Fei Du’s moans of his name, drowning in the raw emotion in his eyes, and wearing the nail marks on his back from hands that grab him tight and draw him closer for more.

But being on the receiving end? It leaves Luo Wenzhou at a loss on how to handle himself. He knows he has the looser tongue when it comes to sharing his feelings— Fei Du uses grand shows of affection in order to lessen the sentimentality of the moment but is still genuine at his core— but this kind of vulnerability is not something Luo Wenzhou is used to. His core is molten hot and his heart is pounding; who knows what will come out of his mouth if he lets go of his arm? It’s a struggle to even open his eyes because what will Fei Du possibly see in his own gaze?

Luo Wenzhou is not afraid, but he does not want to drive the more emotionally reserved Fei Du away.

Suddenly, Fei Du's hips stop their movements and Luo Wenzhou has to release his arm with a startled yelp when a set of teeth sink into the meat of his thigh. The muscle jumps underneath Fei Du’s bite and the sharp pain warns Luo Wenzhou that the skin is on the verge of breaking.

“Crazy punk,” Luo Wenzhou hisses as he drops his hand from the headboard and into Fei Du’s hair. It only takes one rough tug to dislodge Fei Du’s mouth, a string of silva connecting them for a brief second before it breaks. A bright red mark is left behind with an imprint good enough to impress any forensic specialist. There’s no blood in sight, but that doesn’t stop Luo Wenzhou from glowering up at Fei Du. “Are you trying to make yourself sick?”

Fei Du licks his lips. “No.”

Luo Wenzhou watches Fei Du’s eyes curve in a self-satisfied expression. As the word danger flashes in his mind, Fei Du drops his leg from his shoulder and has his hand locked in his own. The appendage Luo Wenzhou was using as a muffler is then pinned to the bed beside his head. Luo Wenzhou gives it a side-long glance and wiggles his fingers between Fei Du’s own. Fei Du squeezes down harder in response.

“I’m trying to make you look at me.”

Luo Wenzhou looks up at that but only meets Fei Du’s gaze for a second before the little bastard rolls his hips in a way that makes him swallow a gasp. Fei Du’s voice is low when he speaks, “Isn’t this your favorite position? Don’t you want to look at me?”

With his eyes closed, Luo Wenzhou grins. “I always want to look at you when you’re screaming my name. You make the most beautiful expressions.”

Fei Du does not reply to that. He actually stays quiet long enough that Luo Wenzhou reopens his eyes to see why and immediately his gaze is locked with Fei Du’s. His clear eyes are sheering. They flay the top layer of skin off Luo Wenzhou’s body, leaving him shuddering under the intensity.

Once Fei Du has Luo Wenzhou’s attention, a ghost of a smile flutters at the corner of his mouth. “What makes you think I want anything different?”

Luo Wenzhou can’t help but smile back. “I don’t scream, darling.”

Fei Du hums and brings his thumb up to trace along Luo Wenzhou’s bottom lip. “No, but you are the most beautiful person I’ve had beneath me.”

Luo Wenzhou’s heart does a painful stutter despite the obvious honeyed flattery.

“Yet you hide like an innocent virgin. It’s quite adorable.”

All romanticism dies and Luo Wenzhou bites on that thumb teasing his lip. Fei Du laughs at the retaliation, and that warm summer breeze like-sound should not be as arousing as it is. Eyebrow twitching, Luo Wenzhou wishes he could bite down harder to relieve the mounting tension in his chest.

“I don’t mind the shy type,” Fei Du says with a smile still on his face. Fei Du leaves his thumb wedged between Luo Wenzhou’s teeth as he begins to move his hips again. “But I want you to keep your eyes on me.”

A voice in the back of Luo Wenzhou’s head whispers that his aching body just wanted to go to sleep earlier and questions how he ended up in this situation, on his back with a silver-tongued devil fucking him when normally he’s the one driving Fei Du crazy. Even with those thoughts, Luo Wenzhou keeps his eyes on Fei Du. Even as the heat builds back up, even as his breathing becomes heavier around Fei Du’s thumb with saliva beginning to drip out the corner of his mouth, even as one set of fingers twine between Fei Du’s and the other knots in Fei Du’s soft locks, he keeps his eyes on Fei Du.

Fei Du leans into the tug on his hair and wears the desire in his eyes openly. His thumb presses down on Luo Wenzhou’s tongue and drags across it, leaving the taste of salt behind, and then goes to remove it. But before Fei Du can, Luo Wenzhou closes his mouth around it to halt him from leaving. Luo Wenzhou rubs his tongue against the appendage, tracing the ridges of the soft fingerprint. He sucks and swallows around it with a moan before finally releasing it. Luo Wenzhou licks up the mess from the corner of his mouth, eyes firmly fixed on Fei Du’s.

Fei Du’s Adam’s apple bobs with a heavy swallow. “I was wrong. Ge is not shy.”

With that, Fei Du becomes serious, no longer dragging things out with a lazy tempo or flowery words. He fucks into Luo Wenzhou with long and forceful strokes that have him curling his toes. Sounds are forced from his chest with almost every thrust, breathless, nearly wanton noises. A particular press against his prostate has his eyes squeezing shut with fireworks of color appearing on his eyelids.

In a low voice, Fei Du asks, “Do you feel good?”

Luo Wenzhou’s neck arches, zings of pleasure shooting through his system as Fei Du continues his relentless pace. He doesn’t stray far away as he moves, the briefest of friction against Luo Wenzhou’s dick as it grazes across Fei Du’s stomach. There’s so much heat between them. Luo Wenzhou is unable to tell whether or not it’s his own sweat or Fei Du’s that’s running down his sternum.

Swallowing around a numb tongue, Luo Wenzhou manages to reply with a winded, “Yes.”

Fei Du’s forearm drops down to rest on the mattress next to his head. Luo Wenzhou twitches as more of Fei Du’s weight presses down on him, dick being compressed by hot, sweat-slicked skin. He moans and rocks his hips up to try and get more pressure. Fei Du’s rhythm stutters and he thrusts inside of him a little harder than before.

“Look at me, Wenzhou.” Fei Du’s voice is rough. Maybe if Luo Wenzhou wasn’t currently melting into the sheets, he may have done something with that hint of desperation laced into that husk like fine silk. “Show me everything.”

Luo Wenzhou turns his head into the pillow, struggling to take in a breath to settle his jack-rabbiting heart that twinges as if Fei Du himself reached into his chest and began carving the characters of his name into the muscle. It only takes him a second to conclude that there is no use in trying to calm the molten emotions flowing through his veins, so he does the next best thing. Luo Wenzhou wraps his legs around Fei Du’s waist and pulls him impossibly closer.

They both simultaneously groan, but Fei Du loses his balance at the pull and almost collapses completely on top of Luo Wenzhou. He has to stop his movements to readjust himself, but before he can straighten up, Luo Wenzhou releases Fei Du’s hair and instead wraps his arm around his back to keep him close. He turns his head back to face Fei Du, their noses bumping against each other and Luo Wenzhou’s pants bouncing off Fei Du’s lips.

Luo Wenzhou opens his eyes and locks his gaze with Fei Du’s. Then, with his own husked desperation barely restrained by thick cotton threads, speaks against Fei Du’s lips. “A-Du, do you see?”

Fei Du freezes and practically stops breathing. His eyes flicker across Luo Wenzhou’s, taking in everything Luo Wenzhou is showing him. The unconstrained want, the boiling desire, the electric love, the all-consuming need for anything Fei Du could possibly give him. Everything Luo Wenzhou tries to tone down on a normal day he lets Fei Du see. In this moment of vulnerability, in a position he only trusts Fei Du to be in, he lets him see how dependent Luo Wenzhou has become. Tangled so thoroughly with Fei Du that Luo Wenzhou can no longer tell where he came from nor can imagine where he could possibly go without the pressure of someone else’s strings against him.

Fei Du has his heart. Luo Wenzhou handed it over the day the one beneath his palm stilled for an eternal minute, as if he could use his own life to restart it. It gave Fei Du too much power over him, but Luo Wenzhou was the one who delivered it on a silver platter for him to take into his hands.

“Do you?” Luo Wenzhou repeats into the charged space between them.

All is still as Fei Du stares down at him with an expression teetering between blank and stunned. Luo Wenzhou doesn’t back down, but his heart skips an anxious beat.

Finally, Fei Du responds. Instead of answering with words, Fei Du brings the flint and creates sparks, igniting the air as he captures Luo Wenzhou’s lips in his own and snaps his hips into Luo Wenzhou’s. Luo Wenzhou’s moan is swallowed, his hand is squeezed numb beneath Fei Du’s, and he knows Fei Du saw because he feels the reciprocation.

Want, desire, love… Luo Wenzhou feels it all. It’s overwhelming in all the ways Luo Wenzhou needs.

Luo Wenzhou tries to keep their lips connected for as long as possible, unwilling to part despite the burn in his lungs because parting would mean giving up tasting the emotions on Fei Du’s tongue. But after a period that leaves Luo Wenzhou dizzy and seeing gold, a well-aimed roll of Fei Du’s hips has Luo Wenzhou breaking away to toss his head back against the pillow. Fei Du wastes no time in attaching his now empty lips to the expanse of Luo Wenzhou’s neck, sucking and licking his way up to his ear where Luo Wenzhou barely catches whispered words that are nothing but gibberish in his muddled state.

Breathless words begin to flow from Luo Wenzhou’s mouth that are also nothing but gibberish, but Fei Du must understand them from how he groans and pants open-mouth against his neck. Luo Wenzhou tilts his head back down and presses his lips against Fei Du’s ear, forcing himself to focus enough to get his slurred speech in order to begin feeding Fei Du wanton words. Give me everything. Right there, love. Yes, yes, yes. It's enough to get Fei Du to tremble underneath his hand.

Luo Wenzhou can only hold his focus under the pleasure for so long, though. Soon, the smooth, loving words he knows penetrate deep into Fei Du’s core transform into the chanting of Fei Du’s name. “A-Du, A-Du,” falls from Luo Wenzhou’s lips desperately. Fei Du’s hand which has been clinging to his own this whole time twitches and Luo Wenzhou squeezes it, holding on tight as the nails on his other hand leave red trails down Fei Du’s back.

It doesn’t take long before his chants become nothing more than hot pants, tongue shaping the syllables yet nothing coming forth. Luo Wenzhou is right on the edge, ready to be thrown over. He doesn’t even need to speak the words for Fei Du to know. He’s already readjusting and reaching between them, grasping Luo Wenzhou in his hand. The touch sends a full-body shudder through Luo Wenzhou, and he’s quickly falling, falling, falling.

Luo Wenzhou clutches Fei Du, using his more imposing strength to drag and keep Fei Du close against him as he finishes for the second time that night. It makes Fei Du fumble again and forces him to detangle his hand from Luo Wenzhou’s so he can use it to prop himself up as much as he can in his current position. This only allows Luo Wenzhou to wrap a second arm around Fei Du, all four limbs clinging to him as Fei Du continues to fuck him through his climax.

It's intense enough to drive the air from Luo Wenzhou’s lungs, leaving no oxygen left to even moan. Soundless, Luo Wenzhou desperately holds on as Fei Du prolongs this excoriating pleasure, each second pushing him further and further into oversensitivity. But he takes it because Fei Du’s rhythm is off as he becomes solely concentrated on seeking his own release.

Luo Wenzhou struggles to take in a breath, gasping on the endorphin high. Breathless, overstimulated, and needy, Luo Wenzhou says into Fei Du’s ear to spur him on, “Inside. Finish inside me.”

Fei Du groans against Luo Wenzhou’s skin, the vibrations from the sound being felt in Luo Wenzhou’s bones. Whatever threads that were holding Fei Du together snap and he presses his face into the crook of Luo Wenzhou’s neck, thrusting once, twice, thrice more before burying himself deep inside and cumming. As the heat fills him, Luo Wenzhou shudders and rocks his hips the best he can, drawing out Fei Du’s climax till the man is grasping at his waist to still him, nothing left to give.

All is still except the frantic rising and falling of their chests. All is quiet except for their ragged pants and the crackling and sizzling dying cries of the candle flames as they are extinguished one by one by the deep pool of melted wax.

Luo Wenzhou relaxes his hold around Fei Du, arms remaining loosely wrapped around the overheated body above him but his legs drop from Fei Du’s waist. The muscles twitch in protest and Luo Wenzhou can’t hold in a small groan of discomfort, head dropping back against the pillow.

Fei Du laughs quietly against Luo Wenzhou’s neck. He presses a lingering kiss to the sweaty skin before straightening up, a humorous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Sore, sweetheart?”

“You are way too smug for a man who had to beg to be on top,” Luo Wenzhou huffs instead of giving Fei Du a true response. He tucks some of the hair sticking to Fei Du’s wet face behind his ear before dropping his arms to the bed. He’s officially too exhausted to continue dealing with this punk. “Now, get out of me and let me sleep.”

A second hand settles on Luo Wenzhou’s waist. Fei Du gives him a squeeze. “But you are too irresistible like this. Don’t you want to go one more round? I can pleasure you all night long…”

Luo Wenzhou forces his muscles to work and flicks Fei Du’s forehead. “Paws off. You’ve had your fun; it’s time for bed.” Luo Wenzhou can’t resist flicking Fei Du one more time as he grumbles under his breath, “The young are insatiable.”

Fei Du gives a sigh that sounds almost like another laugh, but he does remove his hands. “As Shixiong says.” Luo Wenzhou almost whacks him but refrains simply because he does not want to waste the energy. He grimaces slightly as Fei Du pulls out, feeling a bit raw and, maybe, a little cold. Fei Du doesn’t need to know that, though.

Despite the new soreness in his lower back and the internal ache that burns just right, Luo Wenzhou can’t help but feel content. He closes his eyes and listens as Fei Du leaves the bed to move about the room, going this and that way. He returns a moment later, and Luo Wenzhou hardly gives a start when he feels a cold, wet cloth against his stomach, expecting it. The process of cleaning is slow and soothing, the cool touch a welcome reprieve to the heat still lingering on Luo Wenzhou’s skin. Once Fei Du is done wiping away the mess on his stomach and between his thighs, he leaves the bed again. Luo Wenzhou grabs the blankets and curls up underneath them. Even though he probably can let his mind drift and fall asleep in five seconds, he keeps a section of his mind aware as he waits for Fei Du to join him.

The minutes pass by quickly. Once Fei Du is done and all the candles have been blown out, he returns and slips under the sheets across from Luo Wenzhou. As soon as Fei Du is laying down, Luo Wenzhou reaches over and wraps an arm around him to pull him close. He comes easily. Fei Du fits himself against Luo Wenzhou’s chest, tucks his head under his chin, and drapes his own arm over Luo Wenzhou’s waist. His long, slender fingers dance up and down Luo Wenzhou’s spine in short motions, not in a provoking gesture, but unconsciously. Touching for the sake of feeling, mindless and intimate.

Luo Wenzhou buries his face into Fei Du’s hair and breathes in, smelling the hint of cologne, the expensive shampoo, and the lingering scent of sweat and sex. He presses a small, sweet kiss to the crown of Fei Du’s head. “Can I hear it again?”

Fei Du’s fingers move in circles on Luo Wenzhou’s skin. “Hear what?”

Luo Wenzhou tilts his head down and whispers in Fei Du’s ear the words spoken amidst their passion, when Fei Du believed Luo Wenzhou was too far out of his mind to hear.

“’I will never again in my life meet another man who cares for me as much as you.’”

Fei Du’s fingers go still and Luo Wenzhou can feel his heartbeat pick up beneath his hand. He places another sweet kiss on Fei Du’s head. “Get some rest and prepare yourself for tomorrow. I’ll ruin you for any other man.”

Luo Wenzhou then tightens his hold on Fei Du, settles in comfortably, and falls asleep within seconds, warm and pleased to his core.

Fei Du lays there helplessly, wondering where he miscalculated to let such a damning phrase leave his lips. Only when Luo Wenzhou’s body relaxes and his breathing evens does Fei Du dare to move. He presses his hand against Luo Wenzhou’s back, palm flushed with the muscle. He feels the strong and steady beat hit his palm and listens to the quiet breathing, deep with sleep, flow across his scalp. A fleeting smile dances across his lips.

The consequences are a future Fei Du’s problem. Right now, Fei Du closes his eyes and basks in the warmth Luo Wenzhou gives off while remembering the eyes that gazed up at him like he was something to be worshiped.