Zhou Zishu had been aware of the simmering attraction since the moment he first met Wen Kexing but it had taken a while to fully manifest. At least on his part; he was pretty sure Wen Kexing would’ve been willing to fuck him into the mattress right away. It had taken prolonged exposure, ceaseless flirting, stupid stunts, and, finally, an absolutely infuriatingly dangerous (terrifying, devastating) sacrifice for Zhou Zishu to admit just how much the annoying (beloved) man meant to him.
And fine, it had also taken heart-breaking honesty from both of them, the willingness to trust and be trusted, the ability to admit they were worthy of love. The terrifying ordeal to be known.
But they were finally here.
Naked.
In bed.
Together.
And they were both conscious and not actively bleeding out!
”A-Xu,” Wen Kexing complained. ”If you have your thinking face on, I’m not doing this properly.”
Zhou Zishu huffed and rolled his eyes but had to close his eyes in the middle of it because Wen Kexing’s fingers pressed down on the exactly right place. He bit his lip and didn’t quite manage to hold back a groan of pleasure.
”There it is,” Wen Kexing purred. He kept on the pressure that made Zhou Zishu want to both squirm away and push closer and it was as glorious as it was frustrating.
”Stop playing around,” he growled, kicking Wen Kexing on the side with his heel.
Wen Kexing pouted. ”But what if I want to?” He whined but relented when Zhou Zishu bared his teeth. ”So impatient,” he sighed but pressed a kiss on Zhou Zishu’s knee as he gently removed his fingers.
Zhou Zishu could’ve told him he neither needed nor expected gentle hands or tender words but Lao Wen had this strange urge to give him both. Laying there on his back with his hair undone and legs spread in waiting, he felt naked that went beyond the lack of clothes. This was far from the most compromising position he’d ever found himself in but this was perhaps the first time when his partner knew exactly who he was and what he’d done and he still chose to be here.
Wen Kexing glanced at him. With color high on his cheeks and his hair plastered on his skin, he looked the most undone Zhou Zishu had ever seen him. He was beautiful in an untamed, feral way and Zhou Zishu adored it. They were both barely civil animals hiding in human skin and could truly let go only in each other’s company.
”A-Xu,” Wen Kexing whispered, awed, catching something in Zhou Zishu’s eyes, and fell down to kiss him. It was full of teeth and yet somehow sweet, yet another thing Wen Kexing somehow managed.
He bit Wen Kexing’s lip and when he gasped out of the kiss, murmured, ”I thought you promised to fuck me. Was that just talking or are you going to keep your promise?”
Wen Kexing hissed and bit the soft skin under his jaw. ”I’m not going to last,” he warned which was more than fine because Zhou Zishu had been ready to come for some time now. He waited, barely breathing, as Wen Kexing slicked himself up with shaking hands and then leaned forward to guide himself in. He pushed and Zhou Zishu relaxed himself to welcome him in with a soft exhale, and then Wen Kexing adjusted himself and his cock slipped down Zhou Zishu’s cleft and—
He blinked at the wet, warm feeling under his ass.
He looked up, met Wen Kexing’s wide, horrified eyes, and blinked again.
”Did you just—” he started at the same time as Wen Kexing ducked his head in an attempt to hide his flaming red cheeks behind his hair and said, ”Don’t look at me!” He would’ve most likely tried to flee the bed if Zhou Zishu hadn’t locked his legs around him to keep him in place.
”Lao Wen,” Zhou Zishu said and nudged him hard enough to topple him down. As Wen Kexing burrowed himself in his arms and tucked his face into the crook of his neck, Zhou Zishu wrapped his arms around him. ”So,” he said conversationally. ”Does this imply that I’m so irresistible that you spill as soon as your cock touches my ass?”
Wen Kexing let out an incomprehensible sound against his skin and pinched his side.
Zhou Zishu chuckled.
”You are terrible and cruel,” Wen Kexing mumbled.
”No, that’s you,” Zhou Zishu countered, ignoring the way Wen Kexing flinched. ”Leaving me to take care of myself like an abandoned lover. How am I supposed to cope?” He moved slightly so that Wen Kexing slid slightly to the side and took a hold of his own erection. ”I guess I have to just take care of myself,” he whispered into Wen Kexing’s ear.
”No,” Wen Kexing hissed and slapped his hand away. ”This is mine,” he crowed and took Zhou Zishu in hand, exactly as Zhou Zishu wanted. His grip was just slightly too tight, slippery from the oil, perfect, as he started to slowly jerk Zhou Zishu off. It didn’t take him long to start panting, his other hand gripping the sheets and his other hand tangled in Wei Kexing’s hair. Wen Kexing rested his cheek on Zhou Zishu’s chest and murmured sweet nothings—stupid, embarrassing words of poetry of how Zhou Zishu’s stomach quivered as he got closer and closer and how pretty his cock was in Wen Kexing’s hold.
He came with a gasp and a shudder, trembling all over as pleasure tingled through his whole body. It had been so long since he’d felt like this—or perhaps he’d never felt quite like this? He didn’t have to put himself back together, not here, not with Lao Wen. He could just…be.
Wen Kexing hissed out a pained curse.
”Lao Wen?”
”You know, you are so beautiful, A-Xu, in and out of clothes. And your cock is a thing of beauty as is your behind. And I’m sure your spend will taste as beautiful as it should, coming from you.” He paused. ”But fuck it hurts in my eye.”
”You—what?”
Wen Kexing raised his head, his other eye tightly shut and lines of pain on his forehead, and a thick splatter of Zhou Zishu’s spend across his face.
Zhou Zishu stared a moment and then, helplessly, started to laugh.
”A-Xu!” Wen Kexing cried, affronted.
Still chuckling, Zhou Zishu flipped them over and pinned Wen Kexing under him. ”You know,” he said and licked his spend from Wen Kexing’s face. ”Perhaps I should be the one on top the next time.” Gently, he dabbed Wen Kexing’s eye and frowned at the irritated, red look in it. He should probably rinse it properly later.
”What?”
Satisfied with the state of Wen Kexing’s face, Zhou Zishu crossed his arms across Wei Kexing’s chest and rested his chin on his hands. ”Well, we have to find out if your ass is as irresistible as mine, don’t we?”
Wen Kexing stared at him for a long time, something guarded in his eyes. ”We do?”
”Of course! Or do you honestly suggest you’d be willing to lose without finding out?”
The barest narrowing of eyes was the only warning he got before Wen Kexing pounced. They rolled around the bed, finally ending up in a heap of tangled limbs and sweaty hair, with wide grins on their faces, Zhou Zishu’s fingers in Wen Kexing’s hair, and Wen Kexing’s hands gripping his ass in a possessive hold.
”I’ll do better next time,” Wen Kexing whispered and his fingers clenched against Zhou Zishu’s skin.
”Oh?” he asked with a mischievous grin. ”Will you try getting my spend in both your eyes?”
Wen Kexing jerked his head up and gave him a betrayed look and Zhou Zishu laughed and laughed and laughed, until Wen Kexing interrupted him with a kiss and gave his mouth something better to do.