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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?

How rushed has your lovemaking been that you think this is teasing? I haven't even started yet.

( 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.

[ 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. ]

( Oh.

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.

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. ]

Mm?

( 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. )

[ 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. ]

( He kisses and sucks them into eager peaks like he has something to prove. Maybe he does. He's talked a big game for months now, ran his mouth ever since they met, and there is the smallest thrill of anxiety under his skin at the thought that maybe this time he will not measure up. He ignores it as best he can, humming wordlessly against the hot skin of Zhou Zishu's chest, pulling away with a smacking sound and a grin. )

Pretty. ( He means it to come across as smug, instead it is just wordlessly awed. His fingers twitch where he is still stroking Zhou Zishu's cock, thumb smearing precome along the head, getting him nice and wet. ) The next time we do this I'm going to leave you writhing, Ah-Xu. I wonder if I could make you come untouched.

( But. It is not what he wants to do now, too eager for other things. So with a last kiss to his chest, Wen Kexing drags his mouth further down. He takes care here, where Zhou Zishu is all hollow bones, his tongue hot and wet where it slides across pale skin.

And then, abrupty. ) Can I use my mouth?

[ He'd appreciate it if Wen Kexing stopped making him acknowledge what's happening and just took, Zishu shuddering under his attentions. He absolutely could make Zishu come untouched, he think wildly, Zhou Zishu already writhing beneath him. His skin feels like it's on fire, each touch of Wen Kexing's fingers sending sparks sliding through him and stars bursting behind his eyes. ]

Don't ask me.

[ He feels like a bell, vibrating in place long after each touch has left. Like Wen Kexing's xiao, played to fill the room around them with sound. He drags in a breath, and it comes out shakier than he'd like as Wen Kexing hovers so, so close to where his cock stands tall and hard and wet in the dip of his hips. ]

( He laughs, wild and bright, rolls his eyes upwards to glance at Zhou Zishu's sweetly flushed face. )

I don't know what rumours you've heard, Ah-Xu, but in this at least I'm not entirely a fiend.

( Meaning of course he'd ask. Whether to soften nerves or harden his confidence. He has half a mind to draw it out even further, make Zhou Zishu say yes, but he files that away too, a lengthening list at the back of his mind. Things To Try Out Later. For now though, he simply shifts down the bed, settling on his elbows between his lover's legs. Instinct drives him to drop a kiss against the pale, sensitive skin of his thighs, the one hand holding his cock steady at the base so that Wen Kexing can study it. He tries to keep his expression light and flirtations but there's still something softly awed about his features, a matching flush across his cheeks, eyes softly burning with desire. )

Ah.

( A lovestruck sigh, thumb stroking along a vein there. Wen Kexing shifts forward on the ghost of a breath, licks his lips and drags them ever so lightly against the length of his cock. He hums, continues his meandering kissing path, marvels in the way Zhou Zishu twitches below him, eager and flushed. He takes pity eventually, making his way up to that beaded head, and without another word he takes the tip in his mouth, his own groan low and desperate at the back of his throat. )

[ Wen Kexing spends so long teasing him, dragging lips and tongue feather-light across his skin, and Zishu is going to scream if he doesn't do something. He's torn between kicking Wen Kexing in that stupid, perfect face of his, and closing his legs so that his desperate desire isn't so obvious, the weight of Wen Kexing's gaze practically palpable. ]

Stop looking--

[ The words are strangled at the first, light brush of wet heat over his cock, so brief Zishu almost thinks he imagined it from the sheer force of his desperate desires. And then, though, his back bows as he presses a hand to his mouth to muffle the keening cry that rips out of his throat as Wen Kexing takes the tip of Zishu's cock into his mouth. ]

( If Zhou Zishu thought that Wen Kexing having his mouth preoccupied would stop him, well. He makes a noise, a huff of sound at that, arching an eyebrow in indignation. Of course he's going to look. Zhou Zishu is a feast for the eyes, flushed and writhing, and Wen Kexing has been hungry for so long. He's ravenous for every single moment and will take what he can get; touch, sight, taste.

But he doesn't pull off, instead he sucks even harder on the hot head of Zhou Zishu's cock, a hand coming up to bear down against the bones of his hip and keep him still. A clever tongue laps over the slit, the other hand wrapping fingers around the base of the shaft. Another hum, this one accompanied by the flickering of Wen Kexing's eyelashes, a delicious heat uncoiling in his own stomach. He moves his head further down, swallowing more, feeling the weight of his lover's cock in his mouth as his palm strokes upwards, not too light or tight.

It's been a while since he's done this - contrary to the popular belief about his sluttier nature - and so he takes his time. No need to rush anyway, even with the sweetly muffled keening sounds Zhou Zishu is making. Eventually he finds a rhythm though, hand and mouth working in tandem to eek out his zhiji's pleasure. )

[ If he was able to think, he'd appreciate Wen Kexing holding his hips down so that he didn't choke the other man. As it is, he is quite incapable of forming thought beyond just-- ]

L-Lao Wen....

[ It's a broken, ragged breath as he twists under Wen Kexing, his hips jerking and stuttering as he finds the rhythm Wen Kexing sets. He can't think, but he can feel the way his something in him tenses in an ever-tightening coil as Wen Kexing sucks and strokes him. It comes over him fast, much faster than he'd expected, but everything feels extra and more, especially after so long with his senses dulled. ]

Lao Wen!

( There's no need to draw it out. They'll presumably ( hopefully ) be doing this again, and Wen Kexing has been hungry enough for it that he finds himself impatient. So he dedicates himself to the task of taking Zhou Zishu apart as quickly and thoroughly as possible, using his hands and his mouth with singleminded focus. It takes him a moment or two to get used to this again - past experience means little when he's been as celibate as a monk since he came across the other man's path - but eventually he manages to swallow him thoroughly, holding that hot cock in the cage of his throat.

A hum, a vicious kind of prideful sound reverberating around the shape of him, Wen Kexing using his free hand to roll Zhou Zishu's balls there, cupping him and holding him still. Dark eyes glance up, his own face flushed, grin ticking even stretched around him. His own hips dig into the mattress, small almost unnoticeable rolls, his own arousal molten. But he does have to pull off a little after a second, breath coming ragged and panted through his nose, but it makes the next attempt at taking him in much easier.

Skills, he has them. )

[ The sounds he makes as Wen Kexing's sinful mouth wraps around him are embarrassing, and he presses his hands to his mouth in an attempt to muffle them, terrified that someone might overhear the way Wen Kexing is utterly taking him apart. He spreads his legs wide, wider, his hips lifting up off the bed. He's already close, ridiculously so, and he allows himself to free one hand as he tugs at Wen Kexing's hair in an attempt to warn him. ]

( Next time he'll have to tie Zhou Zishu's hands somewhere if only so he has no room to muffle the noises. He wants to hear them desperately, wants to hear his lover fully succumb to pleasure without any part of himself aware of anyone else. Even so Wen Kexing has no such qualms, moaning around the length of his cock like he's found all manner of heaven. He doesn't seem to care that it's quick, one hand reaching up to scratch light lines against Zhou Zishu's side, taking him as far down as he can until he's all filled up with him, nose pressed to the soft curls of hair at his groin.

He's not pulling off, he has no plans to. )

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