( As used to doing things on his own as he is, there's something achingly bittersweet whenever he tries to do it now, a part of him yearning for a figure at his side. It isn't even conscious, he wants Zhou Zishu well, wants him fit, can't quite bring himself to drag the other man completely into the mire of Wen Kexing's machinations.
He tries to make up for it by kissing Zhou Zishu firmly, tongue hot when it sweeps beyond his lips, the other hand dropping to his waist to grip him there. He crowds into Zhou Zishu's space like he wants to be the only thing taking it up. He bites at a bottom lip, teeth light and nipping, the fingers at his waist sliding to the base of his spine and then indecently lower, laughing against his mouth when he boldly passes his palm over the many robes hiding Zhou Zishu's ass. )
So many layers. ( Murmured, Wen Kexing watching him from beneath the sweep of his eyelashes. There's something daring about him now, playful, though no less deeply affectionate. ) Haven't I been a very good wife? Don't I deserve a little reward? ( He plucks fingertips at the fabric, tugging a little. And then in the next breath. ) Come lay down with me, let me kiss you some more.
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( As used to doing things on his own as he is, there's something achingly bittersweet whenever he tries to do it now, a part of him yearning for a figure at his side. It isn't even conscious, he wants Zhou Zishu well, wants him fit, can't quite bring himself to drag the other man completely into the mire of Wen Kexing's machinations.
He tries to make up for it by kissing Zhou Zishu firmly, tongue hot when it sweeps beyond his lips, the other hand dropping to his waist to grip him there. He crowds into Zhou Zishu's space like he wants to be the only thing taking it up. He bites at a bottom lip, teeth light and nipping, the fingers at his waist sliding to the base of his spine and then indecently lower, laughing against his mouth when he boldly passes his palm over the many robes hiding Zhou Zishu's ass. )
So many layers. ( Murmured, Wen Kexing watching him from beneath the sweep of his eyelashes. There's something daring about him now, playful, though no less deeply affectionate. ) Haven't I been a very good wife? Don't I deserve a little reward? ( He plucks fingertips at the fabric, tugging a little. And then in the next breath. ) Come lay down with me, let me kiss you some more.