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Summary:

Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu match in tinder, although author got lazy and skipped this part in favor of writing their dates instead...

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Zhou Zishu stops in front of a restaurant with a lavish exterior and Wen Kexing feels his palms sweating just imagining what it would be like inside. The former seems unbothered while the latter fixes the collar of his shirt absent-mindedly.

"Are we… going in? Here?"

Zhou Zishu huffs in amusement. "If you want to. I'm sorry I didn't ask you beforehand what kind of place you prefer, but I thought this would be suitable. Correct me if I'm wrong."

Wen Kexing shakes his head.

"No, you're right." And he steps forward, pushing the door open and flicking his hand in an inviting motion. "After you."

Zhou Zishu opens his mouth to object, but relents in the end and walks in. Wen Kexing follows, because how can he not when the view from behind is just as attractive as the front.

They end up in a private room with a sliding door, led by a server who treats them as royalties, mostly Zhou Zishu. And he could as well be one, judging by how he carries himself and most importantly, how much money he apparently has to be able to afford going to such a place.

In conclusion, Zhou Zishu is either a part of the high class, or a mob boss. No in-between.

Despite the risk of the second option being true, Wen Kexing is nonplussed as he takes a seat across from Zhou Zishu, casually crossing one leg over the other and brushing it against the latter's calf in the process. Zhou Zishu visibly stiffens at that.

Wen Kexing leans his chin on his palm, a smile half hidden behind his fingers.

"What, are you ticklish?"

Zhou Zishu's gaze flickers to the side for a brief moment.

"No."

"Are you lying?" Wen Kexing presses and nudges Zhou Zishu's leg again. Zhou Zishu pulls back as if burned. He stays silent. However, Wen Kexing doesn't back off and even goes further, hand dipping under the table to tickle Zhou Zishu's knee.

Zhou Zishu sputters, on the brink of laughing out loud. Wen Kexing grins and finally lets him be, though his hand lingers on Zhou Zishu's knee.

"So you are ticklish!"

Zhou Zishu purses his lips. For a moment the crease between his eyebrows disappears, but then it's back again as his eyes focus on the menus on the table. He nods towards them to redirect Wen Kexing's attention.

"Go ahead and pick whatever you want."

Wen Kexing lets out a soft sigh, slightly disappointed by Zhou Zishu ignoring his hand. He opens one menu with his other hand, scanning it quickly. He plans on teasing Zhou Zishu as much as he can as the latter, he finds, has very cute reactions.

"What about… caviar? I've never eaten it. Oh, and this… What's this?" He gasps a bit overdramatically as he lists the most expensive items, all the while glancing up at his companion.

Zhou Zishu's eyebrow twitches a few times, but other than that he's composed.

"Whatever you like." Zhou Zishu repeats, tone soft as if he's indulging a child's silly wishes.

Wen Kexing raises a brow sceptically.

"Do you want to split the bill or…?"

Zhou Zishu gasps as if offended.

"I'm paying. Have a bit of faith in me, will you?"

Wen Kexing squeezes Zhou Zishu's knee.

"I don't know if I should be thankful or pitiful for your wallet… You know, let's stick with the caviar only. My stomach isn't a bottomless pit." Wen Kexing withdraws his hand in favor of holding the glass of wine beside him instead and takes a sip. Calmly, he adds, "But my throat is."

Zhou Zishu coughs, the tips of his ears reddening.

"That's... good to know."

"Isn't it?" Wen Kexing grins. "Maybe I should tell you more about… my abilities. Not that I'm boasting. It's just good to be prepared beforehand, don't you think?"

Zhou Zishu looks in all directions but Wen Kexing's, shoulders tense again. Finally, he brings his attention back to Wen Kexing, a playful glimmer in his eyes. He leans forward and copies the other's position with a hand under his chin.

"In that case… Tell me if you're more dominant or submissive."

"Straight to the point, huh." Wen Kexing huffs in amusement. "Probably more dominant? Though I could tolerate sitting back and being good for you."

Zhou Zishu raises his eyebrows, looking at him expectantly.

"Tell me more."

Wen Kexing shakes his head.

"I feel like I spoke too much, so it's your turn to tell me something I should look forward to."

Zhou Zishu breathes in, ready to say something, but in that moment the server from earlier knocks on the door and opens it slowly, as if afraid they will intrude on something. Which is definitely the case, but Zhou Zishu leans back in his seat and smiles as he calmly orders the food they want. Then he looks at Wen Kexing and his almost empty glass.

"Lao Wen, do you want a refill? Or maybe something stronger than wine?"

Wen Kexing blinks up at him, hums in thought and taps his chin. His hand once again lands on Zhou Zishu's knee beneath the table.

"A refill sounds good. I don't plan on getting drunk anytime soon. We're just getting started after all." At that he glides his hand up, giving a light squeeze to Zhou Zishu's thigh. "Right, A-Xu?"

The corner of Zhou Zishu's lips tremble. Otherwise, his calm facade doesn't crack even after the server has refilled the glasses and made their leave. Though now he's much more relaxed, if the natural posture of his shoulder is a sign. He reaches over then, taking a hold of Wen Kexing's chin.

"Didn't you say you wanted to be good for me? What are you doing?"

Wen Kexing huffs in amusement and leans forward over the table, gaze focused on Zhou Zishu's lips.

"It's fun to tease you. What will you do about it? Discipline me?"

"You have no idea…" Zhou Zishu trails off, and leans in even more, until his lips are pressed against Wen Kexing's own.

The other hums, places his hands on the sides of Zhou Zishu's neck and holds him in place as he fixes the angle a bit. Much to his delighted surprise, as soon as he parts his lips, Zhou Zishu takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in, and his hand moves back to grasp Wen Kexing's hair.

It's not very comfortable kissing over a table as Wen Kexing simply craves more proximity, but he did say he would "sit back", so he stays in his place stubbornly. He even leans back, leaving Zhou Zishu looming over him, with a hand gripping the edge of the table.

"A-Xu…" He mutters after they pull back, just in time as the footsteps of the server come closer from outside the door again. Zhou Zishu doesn't seem to notice, so he only frowns in confusion when Wen Kexing pushes him back unceremoniously.

Right on cue, they hear a few brisk knocks. Wen Kexing brushes a thumb along his lower lip to hide the evidence of what just took place, and basks in the hungry predator-like look Zhou Zishu gives him just moments before he schools his expression in a neutral one.

They stay silent and unmoving while the server places a few dishes before them. Upon seeing those, Wen Kexing finally understands his sister's urge to take photos of her food before digging in - everything looks so good as if it jumped right out of the culinary books stashed on Wen Kexing's bookshelf.

He doesn't even realize he's left alone with Zhou Zishu again until the latter takes a bruschetta, dips it into the caviar and raises it to Wen Kexing's face.

"Here, try it like this."

Wen Kexing opens his mouth obediently, takes a bite, and closes his eyes in bliss. When he opens them, Zhou Zishu is looking at him expectantly, waiting to feed him again. And he takes the chance to eat the rest and lightly suck on Zhou Zishu's index finger in the process.

"Tastes almost as good as your lips." He concludes, and takes Zhou Zishu's still outstretched hand. "Speaking of that, may I get another kiss?"

Zhou Zishu smiles and retrieves his hand, patting on the seat beside him.

"Come over here first."

Wen Kexing readily stands up and circles the table. Finally, he plops himself on Zhou Zishu's thigh with a cheeky grin.

"Like this? Or…" He pauses, then shifts to face Zhou Zishu and sits in his lap properly. "Maybe like this?"

The latter reaches up to bury his fingers in Wen Kexing's hair again.

"That way I'll want to do other things to you aside from kissing though."

"So? What are you waiting for?" Wen Kexing taunts, and for the second time this evening his companion initiates the physical contact, promptly closing the distance between them.

Just as he feels Wen Kexing's hands grip the hem of his shirt, Zhou Zishu retreats and carefully coaxes the other into sitting beside him. However, that doesn't stop him from planting a hand on Wen Kexing's thigh afterwards.

"Let's eat first. Then we can proceed with the fun part."

Wen Kexing pouts, but gives an affirmative nod. For some reason, he kind of feels like a spoiled sugar baby. It actually isn't so bad, especially given that the sugar daddy is so attractive and most of all, almost as young as himself.

Surprised at his own train of thoughts, he redirects his energy back to eating, occasionally giving some of his new favorite dish to Zhou Zishu as he finds that there is some garlic in the caviar, thus he "can't be the only one smelling of garlic."

After they're done eating, Zhou Zishu's hand leaves its place on Wen Kexing's thigh to place it on the small of his back instead.

"Lao Wen, can I ask you something?"

Wen Kexing's curious gaze lands on his companion, his own hand stopping halfway with the glass of wine he intended to finish drinking.

"Sure. What is it?"

"Do you…" Zhou Zishu starts, pauses and frowns slightly as he moves his lips soundlessly while mulling over the right words. "Are you usually this careless?"

Wen Kexing raises a brow and lowers his glass.

"Who said I am?"

Zhou Zishu cocks his head to the side.

"You look like you are. Like… you aren't afraid. Even though for all you know, I could be someone dangerous."

Wen Kexing huffs in amusement, takes a sip of wine, then finally says, "For all you know, I could be the dangerous one."

He is this close to clapping and exclaiming "Ha! I told you so!" to no one in particular, but Zhou Zishu's confirmation of his suspicions from earlier never comes. So instead, he brushes the topic off. He reaches over to hug Zhou Zishu's shoulders and leans in, lips barely touching Zhou Zishu's ear.

"Let's get out of here already, hm?"

He feels more than sees Zhou Zishu shiver. And then, as if the conversation just now hadn't transpired, he rises up, all smiles, and motions to the door.

"After you."

Wen Kexing rolls his eyes at his own actions and words used against him, though he obliges, walking over to the door. Before he exits, he tosses a look over his shoulder to Zhou Zishu with a coy smile.

"A-Xu is so sweet… Makes me look forward to what you have in mind for later even more."

Zhou Zishu takes the opportunity to move to stand right behind the other and place a soft kiss on his nape. His voice is lower than usual as he says, "We could have done it right here if you're so impatient, but you insist on going out, so…"

And just as Wen Kexing is about to lean into the touch and maybe turn around to meet Zhou Zishu's lips with his own, Zhou Zishu slides the door open.

A very sexually frustrated Wen Kexing hmph's and, uncaring about other people's gazes, takes a hold of Zhou Zishu's hand and drags him out swiftly. His brisk steps lead them to a certain part of the city, not once stopping to take a breather. Zhou Zishu follows silently until they reach a building that stands off from the others with how unassuming it looks.

From there he takes the lead, all but whisking Wen Kexing through the lobby and into the elevator. Once in, the latter steps into his personal space, head dipping down as if to kiss Zhou Zishu's neck.

Contrary to Zhou Zishu's expectations though, Wen Kexing bites. His hands slide down to grab Zhou Zishu's ass rather unceremoniously, and only then does his companion gasp.

"Ah, Lao Wen… Should I remind you again you were supposed to be good for me?"

Wen Kexing lifts his head to regard him with a smile, and abruptly pulls him in until they're flush chest to chest.

"I changed my mind. Blame yourself for that."

Zhou Zishu replicates the smile as he challenges, "I won't let you win so easily." and uses his bodyweight to pin Wen Kexing against the wall before kissing him again.

A knee pressed between Wen Kexing's thighs elicits a gasp out of him too, though he fights back - with a bite on Zhou Zishu's bottom lip. He directs one hand up to the side of Zhou Zishu's neck, thumb pressing right under his chin.

"You were saying?"

Zhou Zishu clamps his lips shut, swallows down his answer and his smile comes back, inviting the other to lick and suck over the place he bit earlier.

However, their "fight" is rather short-lived as the ding of the elevator interrupts them. With a quiet curse, Wen Kexing retreats and steps out.

Zhou Zishu follows, fishes out a key from his coat's inner pocket and dangles it in front of Wen Kexing's face. Wen Kexing impatiently reaches up to take it, but Zhou Zishu pulls it out of his grasp.

"Ah, ah. Give me a kiss first."

Wen Kexing obliges, leaning in for a quick kiss, then grazing his teeth on the other's bottom lip as he retreats.

Zhou Zishu smiles, dropping the key into Wen Kexing's open palm. The latter glances at the number on it, then dashes down the hallway, quickly finding the room with that number. Just as quickly, he unlocks and walks in with Zhou Zishu trailing close behind.

The room is atmospherically bathed in soft red light and even has mirrors on one wall and on the ceiling. Though instead of admiring those, Wen Kexing heads straight to the drawers near the huge bed, opening them one after another to examine their contents. Most of the things don't quite catch his eye until he finds a dice with different positions illustrated on it.

"Ah, that looks fun."

And he tosses it up, Zhou Zishu reluctantly catching it. It ends up landing on missionary. Wen Kexing rolls his eyes, the previous enthusiasm at the finding gone in a second.

"Nope. Boring."

Zhou Zishu huffs in amusement as he crouches down too to get a closer look at the silk ribbon Wen Kexing is currently holding.

"That would look good on you."

Wen Kexing chuckles and throws said ribbon on top of the nightstand.

"It's not for me. I forgot to say I enjoy tying others up, not being tied myself."

"Then…" Zhou Zishu rises up to sit on the bed. "What do you enjoy being done to you?"

Wen Kexing ponders on it for a while. The next object he finds interesting is a leather collar. He smiles up at Zhou Zishu.

"Breathplay." He moves closer so that he's settled between Zhou Zishu's legs, smile widening as he twirls the collar around his finger. "And judging from your look, maybe I could put this on and call you Master too if it floats your boat."

Zhou Zishu remains still. He licks his lips.

"Does that mean you'll also give yourself to me?"

Wen Kexing delays his answer by clasping the collar around his neck. Once done, he settles his hands on Zhou Zishu's knees.

"Whatever Master Zhou wants. I'm prepared for it either way."

The expression on Zhou Zishu's face is priceless - a mix of embarrassment, surprise and lust, though the last overpowers the rest.

"Prepared… how exactly?"

Wen Kexing turns around. He swiftly rids himself of his belt, unbuttons a button and pushes his pants and underwear down, just beneath his behind, before bending down slightly to showcase the plug in his entrance.

Zhou Zishu inhales sharply, and the other can't help but smile over his shoulder.

"A-Xu— I mean, Master Zhou… If you keep on gasping like that at everything I do, I fear you'll be left breathless by tomorrow."

Said "master" huffs out a soundless chuckle and flicks his wrist, beckoning Wen Kexing closer.

"I don't mind. Come here now. Don't get up."

As Wen Kexing follows his orders, Zhou Zishu wonders if he should have asked for such a scenario earlier, seeing that the one between his legs is now pliant and obedient rather than domineering and almost forceful.

Not that he doesn't like both sides of Wen Kexing, there is simply something as exciting as being bitten when Zhou Zishu hooks a finger through the loop of the collar's front, pulling up and bending himself down simultaneously to claim Wen Kexing's lips and tongue. He makes sure to savor them properly before retreating. It leaves his companion's lips wet and shiny too, and a little reddened.

"Master Zhou… Will you let this one touch you?"

Ah, he really got in character, didn't he…

Zhou Zishu's reply comes in the form of a soft grunt.

"Touch wherever you like."

Wen Kexing smiles again and leans in, hands sliding up and down Zhou Zishu's thighs slowly.

"Can I kiss too?"

Zhou Zishu nods. And he really does end up breathless as expert fingers trail over his hips and up towards his ribs under the shirt, and warm lips trail a path up the inside of his thigh. He feels like coming just from this, despite the lack of proper skin-to-skin contact.

"Lao Wen. Take those pants off."

Wen Kexing looks up through dark eyelashes and his eyes almost seem red in the light.

"Yours or mine?"

Zhou Zishu thinks about it for a few seconds, then settles on, "Mine." because as much as he wants to see more of Wen Kexing's body, he has to see what his hands and "bottomless throat" are capable of. He almost kicks his pants off himself once they're off the upper half of his legs, but stays still in favor of letting Wen Kexing do the job.

After a bit, he finds that the latter wasn't bluffing at all, as he, without the least bit of struggle, takes Zhou Zishu in his mouth, his hands once again coming to rest on Zhou Zishu's, now bare, thighs. Though he doesn't move more than that, only his tongue moves ever so slightly from time to time in an attempt to swallow.

Zhou Zishu orders him again, "Move." and to further show what needs to be done, his hips rock forward. Wen Kexing looks up through his eyelashes again, his eyes now glazed over. And then he's back to concentrating on his task, head moving more down than up, though there are times that he rises up too much, only sucking on the tip, and Zhou Zishu thanks himself mentally that he chose to sit because his knees feel like jelly.

After some time, his fingers find the collar on Wen Kexing's neck again, tugging on it softly. He forces himself to hold back from edging further.

"Lao Wen. Stop for a second and look at me."

Wen Kexing obliges, releasing him with a pop. Zhou Zishu pulls on the collar harder so it's tightly pressed against Wen Kexing's throat.

"Is this fine?"

The other huffs through his nose softly, his eyes half-lidded and lips parted.

"Perfect. If it starts to actually hurt, I'll scratch you. So don't be afraid to go further."

Zhou Zishu nods and leans back, propping his body up with his free hand.

"Then you can continue."

Wen Kexing hums in response and dips his head down again, though he hesitates at the last moment and wraps a loose fist around the base of the other's length.

"But you know, Master Zhou… I want to see your face when I deny your release. Can I do that?"

Zhou Zishu ponders on it for a while.

"Maybe I should reward you with this at least, for being so obedient until now." He says, his thumb brushing on the back of Wen Kexing's neck before hooking under the collar.

"Yes, Master Zhou." Wen Kexing replies, breathless, even though there is barely any pressure on his throat. He proceeds to lather Zhou Zishu with attention, this time using only his hand and painfully slow pumps. He speeds up after a while, then slows down again right when Zhou Zishu frowns, indicating that he's getting closer to release.

After Wen Kexing delays it again, he teases Zhou Zishu even more by focusing his attention on unbuttoning his shirt instead, leaving a kiss on every part of skin he uncovers. Then, as the latter relaxes a bit, Wen Kexing resumes stroking him.

"Lao Wen… Please."

"Please, what?" Wen Kexing taunts, though he quickly remembers his place and puts on an innocent smile despite his hand's placement and movements. "Master Zhou should be more clear with his wishes."

Zhou Zishu groans in lieu of a response, a thin bead of sweat rolling down his temple. He almost whines as Wen Kexing gives him a light squeeze.

"I... wanna feel your mouth again."

Wen Kexing smiles a teasing smile.

"Oh? Is my mouth that good?"

Zhou Zishu leans forward again, placing a hand on Wen Kexing's head and grabbing a fistful of hair, the other hand holding Wen Kexing's jaw.

"You talk too much… You don't want to be punished, do you?"

The other's smile stretches more as he leans into the touch.

"No… I know Master Zhou is too soft-hearted for that."

A beat of silence passes, then Zhou Zishu tugs on Wen Kexing's collar.

"Come up on the bed."

Wen Kexing raises his eyebrows, then stands up, finally pulling his pants back up, and sits beside Zhou Zishu. He watches silently as the latter takes the ribbon from the nightstand. He gulps.

"Master Zhou… I—"

Zhou Zishu plays around with the ribbon and raises a brow.

"You what? You wanna see if I'm not as soft-hearted as you think?"

Wen Kexing shakes his head and inches closer, wrapping his arms around the other's neck. And he shows the strongest card up his sleeve at the moment - making puppy eyes.

"I promise I'll be good. If you tie me up, how am I going to touch you?"

Zhou Zishu huffs. Despite proving Wen Kexing right, he changes his mind quickly enough.

"Then how about obstructing your vision instead?"

Wen Kexing nods reluctantly, and lets Zhou Zishu tie the ribbon over his eyes and around his head. The latter then guides him to bend down, takes his hand and places it on something warm and slick. Wen Kexing recognizes it immediately and opens his mouth eagerly to take what's offered. He finds that it definitely feels way more exciting this way, having to rely only on touch and smell.

Even his role breaks as he pulls back to mutter, "A-Xu, I want more…" He gives a few good strokes with his hand and leans down again. "Show me more of you."

Zhou Zishu's breath hitches. He tugs on Wen Kexing's collar, urging him to rise up again, and gives him a quick kiss.

"Help me show you then."

The latter hums in agreement and picks up the previous pace of his hand, tightening his grasp. With his free hand he tugs Zhou Zishu's shirt sleeve off and latches his teeth on his shoulder. The fingers in his hair and the hot breath against his ear encourage him to go faster and faster, until Zhou Zishu finally reaches the much needed release, indicating it only with a low growl of "Fuck…"

Wen Kexing then lets go of the other's shoulder and pushes up his make-shift blindfold to examine the damage he did. It puts a confident smile on his face, seeing Zhou Zishu dishevelled like that, with rosy pink cheeks and ears, donning teeth marks on his neck and shoulder, and the remaining item of his clothing hanging from the crook of his elbow.

"Aw, look at you." Wen Kexing says, only half-mockingly. "You're such a mess and we've barely just started."

Zhou Zishu rolls his eyes, though the corner of his lips quirks up.

"Let me catch my breath first and I'll take care of you too."

Wen Kexing nods and stands up.

"Then I'll go wash up in the meantime." He pauses and bends down, his lips only a breath away from Zhou Zishu's own. "Don't miss me too much, okay?"

Zhou Zishu nods and leans in for a kiss, but Wen Kexing pulls back at the last moment with a playful glimmer in his eye.

"Lao Wen—" Zhou Zishu starts, but doesn't get to question Wen Kexing as he waves and promptly goes to the bathroom.

The former is left to grumble to himself and lay down on the bed.

A few minutes pass by, and he jumps up immediately upon hearing Wen Kexing call out, "A-Xu, I forgot to take a towel…"

He is just as quick to find a towel and bring it into the bathroom. The image of a very attractive man lounging in a bathtub greets him as he steps in.

"A-Xu." Wen Kexing says again and leans his forearms on the tub's edge. "You could join me, you know."

Zhou Zishu doesn't bother to answer. Instead, he throws the towel on the rack to the side, slips his shirt off, leaving it to crumple on the floor, and crosses the distance to the bathtub in two quick strides before plopping in across Wen Kexing.

The latter sputters, on the brink of laughing as he remarks, "Well that was fast."

Zhou Zishu shrugs and leans forward.

"I missed you too much by accident. And I caught my breath already."

Wen Kexing hums in response, also inching closer.

"So are you gonna show me how much you missed me?"

Zhou Zishu nods, and all but pounces on Wen Kexing to get a taste of his lips again. The latter spreads his legs to accommodate Zhou Zishu into the not-so-wide space. After a bit of contemplating, he moves over Zhou Zishu's lap. The other grasps his sides and tugs him closer until they rub against each other.

Wen Kexing smiles into the kiss and sneaks a hand down to their lengths for a few languid strokes. Zhou Zishu's fingers travel down to Wen Kexing's bottom, intending to help the other into taking him in more easily later, though he stops upon feeling the foreign object there.

"Lao Wen…" He pulls back a bit to regard said man with a confused frown. "Didn't you remove that already?"

Wen Kexing huffs in amusement and waves a hand dismissively.

"I did. But I replaced it with a bigger one. I mean, how else am I supposed to prepare for this?" He pointedly glances down to Zhou Zishu's crotch.

Zhou Zishu trails a finger over Wen Kexing's sensitive spot.

"So, are you prepared enough for it now?"

Wen Kexing shrugs one shoulder, remaining nonchalant even though it's evident he tenses up at the feel of Zhou Zishu's finger.

"I think so."

Zhou Zishu nods and slowly pulls the plug out. Wen Kexing shudders and lets out a soft breath.

"Ah, but A-Xu… You should have unwrapped this present once we're back in the bedroom."

Before he can say anything else, he interrupts himself with a gasp as Zhou Zishu's finger proceeds with the teasing, sliding only his fingertip in and out slowly.

"Why, doesn't it feel better underwater?" Zhou Zishu ponders, his arm around Wen Kexing's back tightening to hold him closer, so close that their already stiff members rub together again. "You're sucking me in so good, I can't hold back."

Wen Kexing gives him a half-hearted glare, right before Zhou Zishu dips his head into the crook of his neck to plant a few kisses there.

"It does feel good but there are mirrors in the bedroom. Ah, I'm getting more turned on just thinking about it…"

Zhou Zishu hums in response and quickly abandons his entertainment to get up. While he's at it, he hooks his arms under Wen Kexing's thighs to lift him up too. The other yelps in surprise and hurries to grab his shoulders for support.

"You…! At least give me a warning!"

Zhou Zishu laughs, light-hearted, despite the weight in his arms as he makes his way out of the bathroom.

"Sorry, sorry."

Wen Kexing stares into Zhou Zishu's mirthful eyes for a while before shaking his head.

"Silly A-Xu, you should be more careful with doing such things. What if I fall for you? You should know I become very clingy once I fall for someone."

Zhou Zishu hesitates for a bit, then lowers Wen Kexing on the bed once he reaches it, and grins at him.

"Oh no, whatever should I do to resist the advances of Wen Kexing?"

Wen Kexing huffs in amusement and pushes Zhou Zishu back at an arm's length so he has the space to turn around. He looks over his shoulder and waves the latter over.

Zhou Zishu purses his lips in dissatisfaction, though his mood is quickly lifted as he moves closer and Wen Kexing pulls him in by the neck for a kiss. It ends with Zhou Zishu biting the other's bottom lip to make up for earlier, and then he moves down to trail his lips down Wen Kexing's neck and shoulder. His hands also travel down, one sliding to the inner side of Wen Kexing's thigh to pull it farther than the other, and the other hand wrapping around the hard length in between.

He pauses the kissing for a moment to look ahead and focuses on the other's expression reflected in the mirror. A pair of half-lidded eyes meet his for a brief moment, then Wen Kexing licks his lips and catches Zhou Zishu's hand on his thigh, guiding it up from his chest to his throat. Zhou Zishu gets the hint and squeezes lightly while his other hand sets at a slow pace.

He can feel every movement of Wen Kexing's throat as he exhales slowly, then swallows. He tightens the hold, speeds up, and Wen Kexing finally lets out a moan.

"A-Xu… Harder. Please…"

Though much to Wen Kexing's disappointment, Zhou Zishu lets go of both his throat and his cock not long after.

"I was so close—" He whines, or at least attempts to, but Zhou Zishu shushes him. He can't help but pout as he watches the latter reach over and rummage through the nightstand until he takes out a small bottle. "I could take you just fine without lube, you know."

Zhou Zishu raises a sceptical eyebrow and calmly pours the contents of the bottle on his fingers.

"Somehow that sounds too masochistic even for you."

And he promptly pushes two fingers up Wen Kexing's entrance, forcing him to swallow down whatever retort he came up with.

All that comes out Wen Kexing's mouth is a startled ah. He takes a moment to raise his hips more to give the other an easier access. Another ah tumbles out when Zhou Zishu curls his fingers.

Wen Kexing's breathing grows erratic as the fingers slide in and out, grazing at his sweet spot every time. Once he feels Zhou Zishu's free hand on his throat again, his whole body gives out and he slumps forward, cheek pressed on the mattress.

Zhou Zishu leans over too, positions his hand so his thumb and index finger push just below Wen Kexing's jaw, and retreats his other hand, only to replace it with the real deal not long after. He thrusts in at once and sighs against the back of Wen Kexing's neck.

"You feel so good…"

Wen Kexing hums and replies half-dazedly, "Enjoy it while it lasts because next time I'm fucking you."

Zhou Zishu smiles and pushes up to adjust the angle.

"What if… I make you feel so good you only want me to fuck you instead of the other way around?"

Wen Kexing turns his head to the side to regard the one above, and replicates his smile.

"Just move already. And for the love of everything that is holy - choke me while you're at it."

Zhou Zishu huffs in amusement and obeys the request, though not before using more lube, just in case. Several thrusts later, and Wen Kexing is squeezing the sheets and his sinful moans fill the room, along with the squelching sounds from behind.

"A-Xu, A-Xu…" He calls out after a while. He arches his back, brings his hips up, gathers himself for a moment before slumping down with his head on a tired forearm. Zhou Zishu's pace becomes brutal, surely about to leave red marks on Wen Kexing's behind with the force their bodies meet with.

Zhou Zishu still has his hand over Wen Kexing's throat, and he makes sure to remind him by giving it a squeeze. Though after he realizes that Wen Kexing's face is not visible because of burying it amongst the sheets, he presses more on the other's throat and pulls back to raise his head.

He leans next to Wen Kexing's ear to say, "Look at me, Lao Wen." Once the other complies, Zhou Zishu smiles an easy smile and leans down more to peck Wen Kexing's cheek. "Good boy. Do you want to come?"

Wen Kexing nods slightly and raises an arm around Zhou Zishu's neck.

"Yes, yes, please…" He almost whines again, and his hips raise further, though this time not on his own accord. Zhou Zishu holds him like that with one hand while the other retreats from Wen Kexing's throat and moves onto his neglected until now length.

A few good strokes here, a few hard thrusts there, and Wen Kexing reaches the edge, moaning Zhou Zishu's name in such a way that makes the other want to go again and again at it until they're both thoroughly spent. Though instead of doing that, his pace stutters as soon as Wen Kexing clenches around him.

"Lao Wen…" He grits out, arms tightening around Wen Kexing's waist as he rides out his own release before finally relaxing enough to press a few kisses over the other's shoulders and shoulder blades. "So good. You were so good…"

Wen Kexing huffs in amusement and plops back down on the bed, probably to melt into the puddle he feels like at the moment. Still, Zhou Zishu doesn't let him go, and even rolls on his side, forcing Wen Kexing to follow. Only then does he pull out, and the latter shivers at the loss of touch.

"A-Xu…" Wen Kexing starts after a minute or two in silence, voice barely above a whisper. "Are we gonna go out again?"

Zhou Zishu hums in thought.

"Are you gonna give yourself to me again?"

"Only in your dreams."

"Fair enough." Zhou Zishu decides, and pushes up on an elbow to get a look at Wen Kexing's face. The other rolls on his back halfway to regard him too. Zhou Zishu smiles and steals a few quick kisses. "I'll prepare for it, but I don't guarantee I'll be so obedient for you."

Wen Kexing raises an eyebrow and reaches out to pinch Zhou Zishu's cheek.

"Please, you turned to mush as soon as you felt my mouth. Besides, I already have a way or two to make you obedient."

Zhou Zishu opens his mouth immediately. Wen Kexing squishes his cheeks with one hand.

"I'm not telling you."

Zhou Zishu purses his lips as he mumbles, "Mean."

Wen Kexing rolls his eyes and lets go, turning away to push up from the bed.

"Um." Zhou Zishu says intelligently. His hand finds Wen Kexing's wrist before the words come out of his mouth.

Wen Kexing pauses to look him up and down before explaining, "I'm going to clean up the mess."

Zhou Zishu nods and withdraws his hand, then sits up.

"No kisses? Alright then."

Wen Kexing stops in his tracks, removes the collar and tosses it to Zhou Zishu's side.

"Take this as a memento instead."


 

The next time they meet, it's at the same love hotel. Wen Kexing goes to the room, the number of which Zhou Zishu texted him earlier, knocks twice, pauses, then knocks twice again.

Sure enough, Zhou Zishu opens the door and greets him with the strong scent of his cologne. Without wasting time with words, he grabs the back of Wen Kexing's neck and tugs him closer for a kiss. Wen Kexing responds eagerly, steps in carefully so as to not break the kiss and closes the door.

A low sound escapes Zhou Zishu's throat as his free hand slides down, down, until it reaches Wen Kexing's behind. He gives a squeeze and Wen Kexing ruts against him in response, the friction just enough to make him almost come right then and there.

When they break the kiss, Wen Kexing settles his own hands on Zhou Zishu's waist and smiles.

"Hey."

"Hey." Zhou Zishu replies, replicating the smile and absent-mindedly rubbing a lock of Wen Kexing's hair between his fingers. "You came right on time."

Wen Kexing raises his eyebrows, looking expectantly at the other.

"On time for what?"

Zhou Zishu's teasing smile grows as he slowly detaches himself from Wen Kexing.

"For seeing how I prepare myself. I've just started, but…" He trails off as he walks over to the bed and sits on the edge of it, next to a bottle of lube that Wen Kexing has half the mind to notice. "I can't quite do it all by myself. Maybe if you were to guide me…"

Wen Kexing follows quickly, sitting beside Zhou Zishu and reaches a hand towards him. The latter catches his wrist.

"Ah, but you can't touch just yet. Just tell me what to do."

Wen Kexing obliges and quickly retreats his hand.

"Then… Take off your clothes first."

Zhou Zishu nods and gets up to stand in front of Wen Kexing while unbuttoning his shirt. He shrugs it off, slowly letting it fall off his body and on the ground.

Wen Kexing observes him like a hungry predator, ready to pounce once given the opportunity. In contrast, his voice comes out calm as he says, "A-Xu, slow down a bit and touch yourself."

Zhou Zishu tilts his head slightly, then, almost painstakingly slow, drags a hand down his abdomen and over his hip and thigh.

"Like this?"

Wen Kexing licks his lips and shifts in his seat, a bit uncomfortable with how just this small movement Zhou Zishu does arouses him easily. A pool of warmth gathers low in his belly as his imagination runs loose with ways of the other touching himself.

"Mn, just like this. Keep on doing this."

He can clearly see through the tight pants that Zhou Zishu is half-hard already, but instead of giving attention to that, his hand slides up, up over his chest where his fingers play around a pink bud. Shortly after his other hand travels down to unbutton, then unzip his pants.

Wen Kexing restrains himself from exclaiming in surprise when more of his partner's smooth skin comes into view where it should be covered with underwear fabric. Zhou Zishu obstructs that view, gripping his cock through his pants. A soft sigh tumbles out of his mouth, the corner of his lips quirks up.

"Lao Wen… Can I take those off already?"

Wen Kexing snaps out of his daze at the call of his name, unwillingly lifting his gaze up to Zhou Zishu's face.

"Yes, please."

Zhou Zishu huffs in amusement, gives himself a few half-hearted rubs just to tease Wen Kexing, then hooks his thumbs under the hem of his pants and tugs down. He smiles at Wen Kexing shamelessly eating him up with only his gaze, and proceeds to undress himself leisurely. He finishes with throwing the clothing away, not the least graceful, but it seems to do the trick.

"A-Xu, come over here." Wen Kexing instructs after, patting the bed. He also scoots over to its inner side to give Zhou Zishu more space.

The latter obliges and props himself up on his knees, facing Wen Kexing.

"Like this?"

Wen Kexing thinks about it for a second, then waves a hand.

"Turn around and face the mirror."

Zhou Zishu does that too, turning his back to Wen Kexing, but stands slightly off to the side to give him a good view both from the front and the back.

"What now?"

Wen Kexing seems to finally notice the presence of lube at an arm-away distance, so he promptly takes the bottle and hands it to Zhou Zishu.

"Now you work yourself open for me."

Zhou Zishu doesn't waste time to lather his fingers with the slick contents of the bottle. He bends down slightly, bracing against the mirror with his free hand, and looks over his shoulder.

"Care to give me more details? I want to hear your voice while I do that…"

Wen Kexing sucks in a quick breath, straightens up a bit, then bends forward too.

"Start by rubbing a finger over the rim, then push in slowly… Yes, just like that. Now add a second finger." He exhales shakily, eyes focused on Zhou Zishu's fingers, flicking up to his face from time to time. Zhou Zishu whimpers when he pushes in the second finger, his thighs tremble slightly. "You're taking it so well, A-Xu. Such a good boy… Do you think you can add a third finger or are you still too tight?"

Zhou Zishu's lips part as if about to say something, but a quiet moan comes out instead. His fingers settle on a rhythmic pace, making obscene squelching sounds every time he slides them in and out.

"Maybe I need a bit more… It's too tight. Lao Wen, do you think… I can take you as well as I can take my fingers?"

Wen Kexing nods, his hand absent-mindedly sliding over his clothed cock while Zhou Zishu relaxes his own body, trying to push a third finger in himself.

"Of course you can. My sweet A-Xu, you're doing great. Ah, you can also imagine it's my fingers inside you… What does it feel like, hm?"

Zhou Zishu moans in response and presses his forehead against the mirror.

"Good, very good… But I want you to touch my cock too, Lao Wen…" He proceeds to do just that on himself, lazily stroking up and down, thumbing over the tip until his eyebrows scrunch together and his jaw falls slack. He looks in Wen Kexing's eyes through the mirror. "Ah, I bet you can fill me up better than just three fingers. Say, do you want to do that too? Feel how I clench around you? See my expression in the mirror while you pound into me?"

Wen Kexing gulps to soothe his suddenly dry throat and grips himself to refrain from coming as Zhou Zishu has pushed him to the edge too quickly, and they haven't even touched each other yet.

"Can I do that? A-Xu, can I touch you already?"

Zhou Zishu hums in response, his hand on the front retreating to prop against the mirror again, while his fingers slow down.

Wen Kexing approaches cautiously despite himself and despite the urge to ruin the man in front of him already. He leans in to kiss Zhou Zishu's neck, his hands sliding down his back. He looks at the mirror again, at the reflection of Zhou Zishu's muscles trembling under his own and Wen Kexing's touch. Then he takes the bottle of lube, smearing some on his fingers, and slowly pushes in one digit along with Zhou Zishu's own.

"Lao Wen, hurry up and take me already…" Zhou Zishu nearly whines, body tensing as Wen Kexing adds a second finger, matching Zhou Zishu's thrusts. The former lets out a louder moan. "Lao Wen… Please…"

"Ah, but it seems like you enjoy getting fucked by our fingers… So lewd, so desperate… Do you want me that much?"

Zhou Zishu moans in response. His thighs tremble again. Wen Kexing wraps an arm around his waist to steady him.

"Yes, please… I want you so much it's unbearable…"

Wen Kexing plants another kiss on Zhou Zishu's neck, then finally retreats his fingers, pulling Zhou Zishu's own out along the way.

"Then I'll give you just what you want. You deserve it, for being so good for me."

With that, he makes quick work of getting rid of his pants and underwear, then settles back behind Zhou Zishu and slowly ruts against him, the tip of his erection barely pushing against the sensitive entrance. The latter's chest rises and falls erratically, his hips push back. Wen Kexing angles himself with one lube-slicked hand, and cups Zhou Zishu's jaw with the other.

"Look at yourself, A-Xu. So beautiful…"

Zhou Zishu looks up with half-lidded red-rimmed eyes and licks his lips.

Wen Kexing proceeds, lowering his voice and leaning closer to Zhou Zishu's ear.

"Let's see how much more beautiful you become after I devour you, hm?"

Zhou Zishu nods, letting out a small sound from the back of his throat. Wen Kexing pushes in at once then, successfully knocking Zhou Zishu's air out of his lungs and pressing him against the mirror. With the loudest, most shameless moan on his lips, Zhou Zishu grasps Wen Kexing's forearm, fingers digging in his skin. His other hand goes down to his length. Wen Kexing promptly pushes it away to replace it with his own hand.

"A-Xu, A-Xu… You already touched yourself enough. Let me take care of you now."

Zhou Zishu nods dazedly and raises both his hands to place them on the mirror. Wen Kexing retreats a bit, wraps the other's cock in a tight fist and tilts his head to the side, brushing his lips on Zhou Zishu's shoulder.

"Oh, but now that I think about it, seeing you like this… How about you use me however you like and pleasure yourself?"

Zhou Zishu, already breathless, red-faced and covered in sweat, hums and pushes his hips back again, taking Wen Kexing as deep as possible. He pulls forward, rocks back again and gasps, the sensations from being filled up and jerked off at the same time making his mind go blank.

Wen Kexing watches with amusement while Zhou Zishu fucks himself against him, completely lost in his pleasure. The mirror fogs from his breath, obstructing Wen Kexing's vision at his face, but neither of them care enough to fix that.

Wen Kexing's grasp on the side of Zhou Zishu's waist tightens. He trails a path of kisses to Zhou Zishu's neck again, grazes his teeth against the soft skin, then bites, hard enough to make the other moan in ecstasy, but light enough to not draw blood.

"Lao Wen, ngh…" Zhou Zishu calls out in between obscene sounds and heavy breathing, his movements falling out of the rhythmic pace, then picking up again.

Wen Kexing licks over the place he bit, then pulls back with a smile.

"What is it, A-Xu? Are you close?"

Zhou Zishu only groans in response, arms and legs struggling to keep himself upright. He dips his head down, creating another lovely view for Wen Kexing to admire. The latter bites his lip, moves his arm around Zhou Zishu's waist down around his hips to hold him in place, not allowing him to move further.

Zhou Zishu tries to escape the hold, even sobs when he fails. Wen Kexing feels the other's cock throb too as drops of pre-cum trail down on his hand.

"Please… Let me come, Lao Wen…"

Wen Kexing purses his lips, leans in closer.

"A-Xu, look at me."

Zhou Zishu slowly turns his face to look at the other. His eyes shine with both lust and welled up tears of frustration.

Wen Kexing captures his lips for a slow kiss. When he pulls back, Zhou Zishu licks his lips, struggles against Wen Kexing's arm again. Wen Kexing smiles.

"A-Xu, don't you think it will be better if we came together? Be patient for me…"

Zhou Zishu reluctantly nods.

Wen Kexing proceeds, a bit more serious, "Do you want to lay down? You're trembling like a leaf…"

"I don't care." Zhou Zishu breathes out, surprising even himself by being able to string a sensible sentence together with his brain almost turned to mush. "You can have me however you want…"

Wen Kexing huffs in amusement and pulls back, slipping out of Zhou Zishu's warmth in the process. He guides the latter to turn around and lay down, then settles between his legs. After a second thought, he raises one of Zhou Zishu's legs over his shoulder, making use of the other's flexibility.

Zhou Zishu reaches an impatient hand towards Wen Kexing. The latter chuckles soundlessly, allowing himself to be guided by Zhou Zishu's hand, and pushes in slowly. Once he's all the way in, he exhales softly, grasps Zhou Zishu's thigh and finally gives Zhou Zishu what he wants - merciless rough thrusts aimed right for his sweet spot.

He grips the base of Zhou Zishu's length until he himself is close, and until the other writhes underneath him, grabs the sheets, throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, pleading for more, more, Lao Wen, fuck!...

Wen Kexing bends down then, licks a long stripe along Zhou Zishu's neck and settles on sucking the skin there. In the meantime, his movements pick up speed along with his hand beginning to stroke Zhou Zishu.

Not long after, Wen Kexing retreats from Zhou Zishu's neck to nuzzle his hair while riding out the last waves of pleasure. Right on cue, Zhou Zishu clenches around him, wraps his arms around Wen Kexing's back and digs his fingers in his sides as he reaches his orgasm too.

They stay like this until their breathing normalizes. Still in a daze, Zhou Zishu turns to trail his lips along Wen Kexing's cheek.

"I told you you would fill me up well and you didn't disappoint…"

Wen Kexing hums as he relaxes completely on top of Zhou Zishu, the other sliding his hands down around his waist.

"We should definitely do this again, next time with you tied up so you don't scratch."

Zhou Zishu laughs. Wen Kexing finds the sound incredibly pleasing, maybe even more than his partner's shameless moans.

"That was revenge for biting me, you animal! Am I not allowed to do this at least?"

Wen Kexing raises his head to show his self-satisfied smirk.

"Only if you tell me what kind of animal I am."

Zhou Zishu rolls his eyes, though that doesn't hide the fondness in them.

"A foolish one."

This man… This man is really playing with Wen Kexing's feelings, isn't he? But it's fine. As long as Wen Kexing doesn't fall too hard.