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[ Zishu hisses as his robes are tugged open, Wen Kexing's fingers pressing against his chest. It's terrifyingly intimate, the easy way Wen Kexing presses in for skin as though it's his right. It's even scarier for how Zishu finds he doesn't mind. ]

Are you tempting men to wickedness? What are you doing when I'm not keeping an eye on you?

[ He wouldn't mind being tempted to wickedness, he thinks wildly. Especially when Wen Kexing's mouth closes in around the shell of his ear, shockingly hot. ]

If you brought trouble home, we'll just move. It's fine.

[ The only outward sign of his surprise is the way his fingers tense in place, the way his voice trembles on the first few words. ]

Just one.

( His fingers stroke over the shape of Zhou Zishu's ribs, humming tunelessly under his breath. ) Aiya, I said I lost it. We don't have to go just yet. ( Because he's very aware he's been shuffling them around the city like a magician doing a trick. He feels a little bad about that. Later, he'll ask Zhou Zishu's advice, the hand is proving more trouble than it's worth, but for now he just wants -.

This.

Still keeping his hand in Zhou Zishu's robes, Wen Kexing shifts from his back to slide around to the front of him, all serpentine grace. Those fingers slide upwards, resting at his collarbone, the rest of him ducking closer to claim Zhou Zishu's mouth in a kiss, sweet but greedy, mouth hot. He should be more patient, maybe, but there's something about having it all lain bare now that has Wen Kexing ... hungry. )

You didn't tell me if you missed me or not.

Sticky.

[ He scolds Wen Kexing, can't help it, can't help the way it's in his nature even as he leans into the hand wrapped loosely around the base of his throat, the hand that he knows could easily snap his neck. It's no danger to him, though, the way Wen Kexing touches him so gently and reverently, all that violent strength held at bay to keep Zishu in place as Wen Kexing takes his mouth, kisses him breathless. ]

I missed you.

[ Zishu takes advantage of a brief pause to say it into the space between them. It hovers there, plain and clear, even though Wen Kexing's only been gone for a few hours. It's true, though, the words ringing with open vulnerability. He always feels better with Wen Kexing at his back--especially in these strange, unfamiliar places crawling with ghosts. ]

Mm. I missed you.

( 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.

[ He tilts his chin up into the kiss, splaying his hand against Wen Kexing's front, flat against the steady beat of his heart. The bite makes his breath stutter, and then he pulls away when Wen Kexing's hand curves over his ass, smacking the other man lightly--though he doesn't push the offending hand away.

Instead, he cups Wen Kexing's cheek with his free hand, brushing his thumb over that high cheekbone, breathing him in. ]

Am I an incentive, now? A reward to be had?

( A laugh, low, breath gusting over Zhou Zishu's cheek. ) Well, I haven't ever had a reward this feisty, so probably no?

( A pout flickers across his features, eyes going wide and round and imploring. It isn't very sexy, but it is very Wen Kexing, especially around this man who lets him be childish and wheedling. With a hum he wraps an arm around Zhou Zishu's neck, fingertips in his hair, skating over where the armoury key is wedged neatly into it. )

I see how it is, you don't want me. ( Overly dramatic, but still playful. ) Am I no longer to Lord Zhou's liking? Aiya, I should have known this day would come. A man gets better and no longer needs the wife who nursed him.

[ Wen Kexing gets a sharp pinch for that, Zishu frowning. On one hand, he wants to tease, wants to lean into the sarcastic banter and the easy back and forth he's so comfortable having with Lao Wen. On the other hand, it's all a little too new, a little too fresh, wounds a little too raw. ]

Don't joke about that.

( Expression melting away to something more sincere, even as he's hissing through his teeth at the pinch. )

Ah-Xu.

( A whine. )

All right, but kiss me then. I really want you to.

[ With such a sincere request, how could he say no? He cups Wen Kexing's face between his hands, dropping the lightest kiss to his mouth, a light brush of their lips. Teasing. Tantalizing. ]

( The kiss is both not enough and somehow too much. Wen Kexing blinks helplessly when they part, eyelashes fluttering, some earnest kind of warmth flickering to life in the depths of his eyes. )

Cruel.

( A pout, half whine, hand coming up to catch Zhou Zishu by the shoulder, fingers slipping inside the hem of his robes to where there is warm skin. )

Do you like teasing me? Is that it?

You make some wonderful expressions when I do.

[ And it's not like Wen Kexing doesn't deserve it, his fingers pressing intimately, insistently inwards. ]

I could make better expressions.

( Through the flutter of his eyelashes, one sharp tooth biting into the bottom of his lip, coy. )

I could make you make better expressions if you'd just let me. ( There's a little wheedling in his tone, but it is still somehow a far cry from how Wen Kexing had originally perused Zhou Zishu. If he tells him no outright then he'll stop, but for now he's merely pressing a little closer, slinging an arm around his waist and squeezing slightly. ) Hm?

[ He is, notably, not saying no. ]

Am I not allowing you your liberties?

Eh! I asked you to come to bed with me and you dug your heels in.

( Metaphorically, but he still thinks his point stands. Still, the hand playing at his collar comes down, snagging Zhou Zishu around the wrist and tugging a little, both impishly and impatiently. ) You make it very hard to be seductive, Ah-Xu.

( Pouty, but he's taking a step back, tugging Zhou Zishu along with him ( or at least, attempting to ). )

[ He's feeling better today and, as such, indulgent. So he moves agreeably when Wen Kexing tugs, stepping in close. ]

You're always lovely. You don't need to try to be seductive.

Lovely isn't exactly inspiring passion.

( The bed is not that far in the small room they're sharing, Wen Kexing bumps into it with the back of his knees and then sits at the edge, letting his hand fall away from Zhou Zishu's wrist to wrap both arms around his waist, tipping his face upwards and smiling. )

Maybe you've tamed me, who knows!

( He tugs a little on the folds of Zhou Zishu's robes, imploring. )

If you have you should take responsibility.

Take responsibility, how?

[ He suspects he knows what Wen Kexing wants, but he'd rather have it clearly spelled out than to misunderstand and make a fool of himself. Wen Kexing's hair is soft under his hand, a heavy sheet of silk, and he strokes stray strands out of his Lao Wen's face to look down at him, cupping his cheek. ]

What do you want from me?

Everything.

( Fervent, the spark in his gaze less to do with arousal and more the burning fire of all that he feels for Zhou Zishu. He presses his cheek more firmly into the touch, shifting so his lips can place a kiss there. With hands on the other man's waist he tugs, pulling him down into Wen Kexing's lap, a palm splayed warm and solid across his spine. )

I would take anything you could give me, Ah-Xu, and be contented. You only have to tell me if you don't want to. ( Nose against his jaw line, nuzzling there, the words coming muffled. ) I want to please you though. Won't you let me?

[ He is, at times, frightened by the intensity of Wen Kexing's feelings for him. Not by Wen Kexing himself, never him, but by how much he can make Zhou Zishu feel. Zishu exhales, steadying himself where he's perched on his husband's lap. (Because that's what he is, isn't he? Husband.) ]

Lao Wen should do as he likes. This Zishu will like it all.

[ That's about as blatant an invitation as he can manage to give. ]

( The smile Zhou Zishu gets is slow blooming, wide and genuine. It isn't one of his particularly salacious ones, instead it is brighter, fonder, affection seeping from the edges. He lifts a hand, cups Zhou Zishu's cheek briefly, pushes his fingers back into his hair in the next second. It is easy to pull him down for a kiss, Wen Kexing's other hand sliding over his back, greedy touch fisting in the layers of robes.

The kiss is lingering, demanding, his tongue slipping hot between Zhou Zishu's lips to tangle with the other man's own. Wen Kexing hums, low in his throat, and then both hands move to the sash at his waist to cleverly pluck it free, letting it drop somewhere. He slips fingers into the spaces left, the warmth of a body appealing even with layers still keeping him from truly touching. )

Ah-Xu.

( Breaking away to breath, nuzzling his jaw. ) You're so lovely. I've wanted -.

( He doesn't finish, instead claims that pretty mouth again in another biting kiss. They both know the shape of Wen Kexing's hunger, even if it has become more genuine these days. They both know when it started. )

[ He trembles under Wen Kexing's attention. His sash gets dropped off to the side, a few flimsy ties barely keeping his layers together, and Zishu shivers as Wen Kexing finds skin beneath them, even without pulling them off of him. He kisses back when Wen Kexing claims his mouth again, leaning into it and catching his breath when his Lao Wen allows it. ]

( His roaming hands have a mind of their own, hungrily seeking out the spaces he hasn't allowed himself to touch before. Calloused fingers find the shape of Zhou Zishu's ribs, skate across them, his warm mouth breaking away to trace the shape of a jaw, sucking and teasing the shivering skin just beneath the hinge. He bares one shoulder by pushing the fabric beneath, lets his teeth fit light to the shape of it, his other hand sweeping down a side and across the plains of his back.

It's unhurried, even though he seems to want to touch everywhere all at once. He takes his time with it, dark gaze flickering to Zhou Zishu's face every few seconds. )

[ Even with Wen Kexing's dedicated care, he's still not quite recovered from the months of his body doing its utmost best to destroy itself. He's very aware of how close his bones are to the surface, how his body still has hints of gaunt sickness, how he doesn't have the sort of lovely body the brothel boys would. Discounting the scars from the hooks and the nails, he still has scars left from a lifetime of martial living, lines left by blades across his chest and sides, the burn across his shoulders...

Still, he doesn't allow himself to think over-much on it, watching Wen Kexing from beneath lowered lashes as he breathes slowly, his skin pebbing with gooseflesh as his Lao Wen bares him to the room. ]

( It is easy to tip Zhou Zishu back onto the mattress, even easier to crawl over his body and peer down at him, his own expression soft and a little dazed. There is wonder in Wen Kexing's eyes as he smiles, one hand curving around a neck and then sweeping down over Zhou Zishu's collar bone, his chest. He doesn't skirt away from the scars there, has refused to shy away from it before and will not start now, and so his warm palm passes over them as he eases the layers of robes aside. )

Pretty.

( There's none of the usual teasing in his voice, it's stripped down to it's honest roots, Wen Kexing leaning in to press a kiss to hollow of Zhou Zishu's throat, his thigh wedging between the other man's knees. )

Ah-Xu.

( Murmured, tongue dragging against a thundering pulse point, his clever hands finding their way to Zhou Zishu's waist and teasing the tips of his fingers under the fabric there, eager but still careful. )

[ His breath catches, stutters, and he tilts his head back to stare blindly at the ceiling as his hands come up to curl into Wen Kexing's robes. ]

Lao Wen.

[ His heart is going to beat out of his chest. ]

Lao Wen. [ He says again, legs parting to give Wen Kexing room to move between them. ] Are you just going to tease all night?

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