周子舒｜周絮 （Zhou Zishu | Zhou Xu） (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lonelydream) wrote2023-10-29 10:27 pm
lonelydream) wrote2023-10-29 10:27 pm
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Zhou Xu
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Zhou Xu
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Zhou Xu
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Zhou Xu
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[ 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.
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Ah-Xu.
( A whine. )
All right, but kiss me then. I really want you to.
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[ 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. ]
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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?
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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. ]
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( 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?
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[ He is, notably, not saying no. ]
Am I not allowing you your liberties?
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( 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 ). )
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[ 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.
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( 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.
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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?
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( 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?
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[ 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. ]
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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. )
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[ 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. ]
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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. )
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[ 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. ]
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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. )
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[ 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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( His words and the following laugh are muffled against skin, his hands finally easing Zhou Zishu's robes free to lay in a puddle beneath them. He bites at the delicate skin of his throat without warning, hard enough to leave a mark and unrepentant about it even as the other man jumps beneath him. His tongue follows suit, warm and wet and he hums again, always noisy. )
Fine, fine, I'll take pity.
( He leans back, resting on his heels, gaze warm and loving when it slides across Zhou Zishu's bare torso, those hands still curling in the waistband of his trousers. )
Lift your hips up.
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[ The jar of vinegar that is his partner shouldn't ask questions he doesn't want answers to. Questions like, how have your other partners treated you, implied even if not asked directly. Zishu scowls at him--an expression he doesn't manage to hold for long before his eyes fall shut as he trembles under Wen Kexing's teeth and tongue. It isn't until Wen Kexing pulls back that Zhou Zishu looks at him again, moisture beading on his lashes as he tries in vain to control his breathing.
Even before he started ruining his body with the nails, it'd been too long since he'd last felt the urge to satisfy his body. After Jiuxiao's death, he'd felt it even less. And then, after the nails, after he'd met Wen Kexing, he'd only felt the faint regret that he wouldn't be able to know his touch before death.
And then--
And then, he was given another chance. Another opportunity. Another life. Zishu lifts his hips, struggling not to cover his thin, thin face with his hands. He's hard, harder than he can ever remember being, even when he was a teenager, shamefully stroking himself to completion under the cover of night. ]
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Oh.
He's so lovely.
Wen Kexing pauses after divesting him of his trousers, gaze sweeping across his body in one long, lingering brush. He's pale, and worn, and still so very beautiful, the hollows of his ribs and the shape of his scars doing nothing to ebb the desperate, clawing want that rests inside of Wen Kexing's own bones. He forgets to breathe for a moment, hovering over Zhou Zishu with his own face going pink. But his breath leaves him in a rush, smile blooming, and he leans closer again, kissing him more firmly on the mouth. )
Ah-Xu.
( A hand at his waist, skating the dip between groin and hip, his nose nudging at the hollow of his throat, lips dragging. His kisses find his collarbone, long fingers wrapping along the length of his cock without warning, humming when Zhou Zishu jumps. )
Let me take care of you.
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Lao Wen...
[ The sound of his voice surprises him as he breathes it into the kiss. It's low, throaty, wrecked, and Wen Kexing's only just barely touched him. His fingers brush feather-light over Zishu's skin, his lips hot and damp, and the needy sound he makes as his hips jerk into Wen Kexing's hand is enough to make his cheeks burn. He reaches up, his hand shaking as he buries it into the silken weight of Wen Kexing's hair, rests it at the base of his skull to give himself something to hold onto. His gaze, he focuses on Wen Kexing's plush mouth, so different from Zhou Zishu's own stern, thin lips. He can't bring himself to focus on Wen Kexing's eyes, not just yet. ]
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( There's nothing else to say, but Wen Kexing cannot have Zhou Zishu call for him so sweetly without some sort of recognition. His lips quirk however, as though they're aware of the source of his attention, twitching into a bright smile. He finds he likes this, the heavy heat of Zhou Zishu's straining cock trapped between his fingers, as well as the steadying weight of his hand at the back of his head. He'd been ... nervous, almost, which feels strange to think of when considering how many times he's done this, but perhaps it is because it is the first time that it matters.
And it does. Nothing else ever has.
He licks his dry lips, presses closer to nuzzle his nose against the hollow of Zhou Zishu's throat, fingers gliding upwards to twist around the flushed head. His mouth then starts a slow, meandering pattern across his skin, collarbone, chest, lips ghosting over one of the many scars before they leave to suck a pebbled nipple between them. Another hum, dark gaze flitting upwards as his tongue drags hot over it. A beat, and then he moves to apply the same sort of scrutiny to it's twin, taunting it into the same stiff peak. )
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[ His fingers curl into Wen Kexing's hair, his back arching up as he presses his chest up into that searingly hot mouth. He's never thought of his nipples as particularly sensitive, just another part of him, but under Wen Kexing's touch, it's like they have a direct line to his touch. Soft, breathy moans slip from him as Wen Kexing sucks at one, then the other, forcing them into tight buds that ache with the need to be touched. ]
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