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“Yu Wenzhou, say that to me one more time.”
On the other end of the phone, Yu Wenzhou swallowed hard: he recognized that tone of voice — deceptively calm yet containing the subtlest hint of icy anger just beneath the surface of an oncoming storm. He didn’t know what to expect except that maybe he did kind of deserve this.
It wasn’t going to be the first time they’d be spending Christmas apart since they’d started dating; after all, they had both been so used to travelling around the country for the majority of the year while they were active members of their respective Glory teams that it was always hard to match up their schedules to meet up other than during the summer break.
They should be used to this — being apart — but it didn’t make it any easier. Yu Wenzhou was not the type to complain but even he was a little unhappy when he was given this last-minute assignment that would take him to the States for a good two weeks filled with meetings regarding the upcoming International Glory Tournament.
But he knew how important it was for Wang Jiexi that they spent the last two weeks of December together. The ex-captain of Tiny Herb had accepted a part-time position as a consultant for his old team while taking some courses at the local university, which made his schedule almost as packed as Yu Wenzhou’s; this meant that the winter break was pretty much the only time the two of them get to spend time together uninterrupted by work and school responsibilities.
Yu Wenzhou had made certain that he would finish his assigned tasks in time to return home for Christmas, but even the always resourceful and prepared ex-leader of Blue Rain could not have anticipated a work-related emergency in the form of some asshole representative throwing a tantrum and nitpicking about some minor details in the accommodation and lodgings of their nation’s team during the international event next year.
With a sigh of resignation, and this might be cheating but Yu Wenzhou was exhausted and running out of ideas, he continued in a gentle, almost pleading apologetic tone, knowing that calling his lover’s name in his Cantonese native tongue almost always succeeded in softening Wang Jiexi’s steeled resolve, “Githei… I’m so sorry, I know I’ve promised that I’ll come back before Christmas Eve, but something at work came up and I have to stay behind for a few more days.”
Silence on the other end.
Yu Wenzhou took off his glasses and set them clattering on the hotel’s bedside table.
“Githei…?”
“…”
“You’re really mad at me, aren’t you?”
He’d really have to make it up to Wang Jiexi when he went back, but for the time being, there was little he could do.
A soft exhale reached Yu Wenzhou’s ear, and it was too easy to imagine the warmth of his boyfriend’s body engulfing him with how close the sound seemed. He heard Wang Jiexi’s brisk and quiet voice saying, “I’m not mad. I know there’s no helping it; it’s work after all. Don’t worry about it.”
How could Yu Wenzhou not worry about it when he could hear the hint of disappointment masked beneath the man’s usually calm timbre?
-
His phone buzzed in his pocket during one of these seemingly never ending meetings, and as unprofessional as the act might be, Yu Wenzhou couldn’t help but feel relieved at this temporary distraction. He took a peek at the screen of his phone in his lap.
It was a text from Wang Jiexi.
Yu Wenzhou’s eyes brightened up instantly, though his expression revealed nothing else as he continued to pretend to listen to the speaker at the head of the table. The middle-aged representative of the European Glory League was saying something about updating the rules, but Yu Wenzhou was only focusing on not choking mid-sip of his coffee when he opened up the message underneath the table with the extra camouflage of a thick folder concealing his action.
That was not a text message.
It was a photo — a crudely taken photo with terrible lighting and blurry edges from seriously lacking depth of field and an awkwardly shaky hand, but even then, despite all that, it was painfully obvious what the subject of the picture was — and it wasn’t something that was suitable to be viewed in public, whether he was in a work meeting or elsewhere less conspicuous.
Framed in the centre of the viewfinder was the familiar span of pale skin that Yu Wenzhou had ran his hands over hundreds of times, the subtle dips and swells of his lover’s abdominal muscles a familiar landscape to his experienced fingers, and further down, just peeking out from the margin of the frame, trapped by the waistband of his boxer-briefs, tip flushed and shiny with a clear, sticky substance, was —
Yu Wenzhou placed his paper cup down calmly on the table in front of him, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply, before allowing his fingers to fly across the keyboard of his phone in a flurry of keystrokes.
[Text: WAN G JIE XI!!!!dlfsas!!]
It took a lot to make Yu Wenzhou text with uncontrollable typos, so Wang Jiexi should be feeling pretty accomplished right now. There was no way he would be unaware that Yu Wenzhou was in the middle of a work meeting, so he was doing this on purpose.
Instead of providing some sort of explanation, Wang Jiexi merely typed back a simple question mark, as if innocently asking him what was wrong, as if he didn’t just send his boyfriend of almost three years an actual dick pic when he’d never once agreed to have phone sex with him when one of them was working overseas.
“Alright, let’s get back to this after a break,” the person sitting at the head of the table announced, “I think we can all use one. Be back in fifteen minutes please.”
Yu Wenzhou had never gotten off of a chair so fast in his life. He nodded to his colleagues politely on his way out before beelining for the furthest washroom from the meeting room he was in on this floor. After checking to make sure that every stall and corner of the men’s room was empty, Yu Wenzhou locked himself into the last stall and pulled out his phone from his pocket once more.
As if mocking him for his loss of composure from afar, the screen of his phone now blinked with another new message from Wang Jiexi.
This time it was an audio message.
This time, Yu Wenzhou was ready: he took off his spectacles and hooked it on the front of his shirt before placing both of his wireless earbuds in and pressing the play button.
Except literally nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to receive.
At first, he couldn’t quite make out what he was listening to. His brows gathered slightly into a concentrated frown as he tried to focus on the low fluttering noises in the background. It sounded like soft fabric rubbing against each other, and then a very low but very unmistakably soft sigh, closely followed by what had to be a moan.
Yu Wenzhou blinked, and he felt the blood rushing to his cheeks and the southerly region of his body, making him suddenly very conscious of where he was and what he was very tempted to do.
The moans grew louder, more lewd — the person almost flaunting in Yu Wenzhou’s face how aroused and needy he was feeling while this was being recorded — and it wasn’t hard to imagine what that wet, scandalous sound was when it was intimately combined with the progressively more vulgar noises spilling from those bitten lips.
“Nnng… haah…”
With his eyes closed, Yu Wenzhou could picture all too clearly his lover lying on his back on their shared bed, pillows propped up against his head and dark, sweat-stained locks plastered on his forehead, his pale slender fingers grasping himself ever so gently, so teasingly, as he tugged and pulled at his growing arousal, the tip glistening with pre-cum, and then spread generously down to the rest of his pillar.
Wang Jiexi would glance up at him with dark, beckoning eyes and the slightest hint of a smirk, challenging him to come closer, to join him on the bed. His hand would slow down a little bit, calloused finger flicking the head and the slit playfully instead as he sunk deeper into the blankets around him, muscles taut and wanting, skin flushed and flawless and luring Yu Wenzhou to press violet bruises and suck crimson petals onto that wide expanse of canvas.
“W-wen…zhou… haaah… want you…”
Wang Jiexi’s plea bled through the earbuds, drenching Yu Wenzhou’s mind with something sweet and poisonous.
“Mmn!”
He could hear Wang Jiexi’s movement quicken at the abrupt alteration of his voice — his breathing too, growing more hitched and desperate for release as his moaning became more muffled, either by his own palm or against the fabric of the pillow — until the audio clip cut short.
The silence rang in his ears as his heart palpitated loudly against his ribcage.
His pants were getting uncomfortably tight, and he was certain the break was almost over.
He needed to have a little talk with his boyfriend before he decided to do something very, very unprofessional in the workplace.
Wang Jiexi picked up the call before the first ring even ended.
“‘Lo?” A lazy drawl answered, the speaker’s voice hazy and slightly coarse from… well.
“Wang Jiexi, you’re playing a dangerous game with me. You know that, right?”
Yu Wenzhou was part-exasperated and to be honest, part-horny as well. He might have been a responsible captain of a top-tier esports team, and he might currently be a reliable and conscientious staff member working for the Glory League, but he was only human!
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Wang Jiexi chuckled, voice smoky and low. He didn’t sound sorry at all, but Yu Wenzhou couldn’t even find it in himself to stay mad because all he could picture in his head at this very moment was his lover lying languidly in their bed post-climax, hand and abdomen covered in his own cum, his lower lip blood-red from biting too hard just a moment ago. “Were you in the middle of something?”
“You know very well that I’m in the middle of a meeting,” Yu Wenzhou huffed, the temptation to roll his eyes was rising but he knew there was no point in doing so if the target wasn’t even there.
“I just miss you, is all,” Wang Jiexi said, the tone of his voice as calm and unbothered as if he was merely commenting on the weather, the frankness in his tone so unabashedly blunt and shameless that Yu Wenzhou thought maybe Ye Xiu’s presumptuous behavior was rubbing off on his boyfriend, “and I thought I should let you know that.”
‘By ways of sending me dick pics and pornographic audio clips?’ Yu Wenzhou wanted to say, but thought better of it. He knew he’d upset his boyfriend when he announced that he would be stuck at work overseas over the majority of the Christmas break, so the least he could do was allow Wang Jiexi some space and freedom to… uh… express his needs and emotions, right?
Right.
“I miss you, too, Jiexi,” Yu Wenzhou sighed, and the start of a soft, indulgent smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I’ll come home as soon as work is done, I promise.”
-
Christmas Day in Beijing was swept up in an unannounced snowstorm that had the city trapped under several feet of snow overnight. Traveling within the city was essentially impossible until the snow had been cleared up by the limited number of snowplows the local government belatedly deployed.
On the television, the neatly dressed newscaster was solemnly announcing the many traffic accidents that had already happened that morning, and she warned citizens to avoid going outdoors unless it was absolutely necessary as the weather would only continue to worsen throughout the day.
Curled up on the couch and huddled under two blankets, Wang Jiexi dragged his gaze away from the window of the living-room displaying a beautiful — if not a little desolating — grey-silver landscape of the snow-covered metropolis he called home. By the full-length glass sliding-door to the balcony, he’d set up a small Christmas tree with twinkling warm-white fairy lights wrapped around its lushly plastic foliage; he’d decorated the branches with small colourful baubles and the limited edition chibi version of Vacarria and Swoksaar ornaments that had just been released to the public this December.
Heaving a soft sigh, his stare landed back onto the screen of his phone, on which he had been mindlessly scrolling an esports commentary blog.
He liked being kept updated regarding any esports-related news even though he’d retired and had been out of the center of the circle for a while now. Before he’d decided to make the big transition from being the Magician and the always dependable captain of Tiny Herb to being just an almost-thirty-year-old-man-who-was-fairly-good-at-playing-Glory, Wang Jiexi had been worrying about what his future was going to be like, though of course he had not voiced out this concern to anyone else, especially his teammates at the time.
But Yu Wenzhou knew — probably had known for a while, too; after all, Yu Wenzhou had already went through all of this just a year prior, and he’d made certain to help his lover make the same transition as smoothly and stress-free as possible by discussing with him the possible plans and different routes he could take given his leadership experience and interest in game design.
In the end, it was Yu Wenzhou’s decision to move in with Wang Jiexi that had made the once proud and mighty Magician break down in tears, and for a man who didn’t cry easily or allow anyone else to see this weaker side of him, the sight of Wang Jiexi sobbing inconsolably before him scared Yu Wenzhou to death that he thought he’d said something wrong at the time.
Ignoring the news channel in the background, Wang Jiexi turned on the messaging app on his phone once more, and the same text that Yu Wenzhou had sent him almost twenty-four hours ago gleamed back at him mockingly.
Despite his disappointment and the execution of his own personal (and all right, it was also decidedly childish, but let him live a little) vengeance over the phone a few days ago, Wang Jiexi was of course aware of how important work was to Yu Wenzhou. Part of why he’d fallen for the man in the first place was because of how dedicated he was to the things he was passionate about; this included his years of devotion to Glory despite his obvious physical shortcoming, his commitment to Blue Rain and its members, his quiet but zealous way of pursuing him before they finally decided to get together in an actual relationship.
Everything about Yu Wenzhou made Wang Jiexi felt safe and loved, and so there were times when they were apart for extended periods of time, when the nights became too quiet and too long, the spot next to him on their shared bed felt too cold and too empty, that Wang Jiexi would feel a pang of something akin to insecurity and fear rising from his chest and threatening to suffocate him in the dead of night between wakeful dreams and sleepless hours.
Running his fingers through his disheveled hair, Wang Jiexi firmly placed his phone face-down on the coffee table, pulled himself out of his wallowing position on the couch, and made his way towards the kitchen, where he would rummage through the pantry in search of something simple and quick to make for breakfast.
Morning was spent tidying up around the house, doing laundry, and replying to work-related emails, and after a small lunch of take-out zha jiang noodles, Wang Jiexi sank back into his nest of blankets on the couch and spent the rest of the afternoon living his life temporarily as a couch potato while flipping through channels and trying to pick something to watch.
His phone had remained frustratingly silent since he’d put it down that morning, and Wang Jiexi was fighting the urge to check his messages for the umpteenth time that day. He understood how busy and demanding Yu Wenzhou’s job could be, and he didn’t want to bother him with unnecessary sentiments, like how boring it had been without his company in their apartment, or how much he had missed his soft touches and softer laughs.
He willed himself to make dinner, do the dishes, and then take a nice, long shower.
And before long, it was almost eleven o’clock and he found himself staring at the back of his phone once more.
Wang Jiexi was a grown man; he didn’t need to depend on his lover of three years to give him any consolation or attention when they’d only been apart for two weeks. In fact, he’d made online purchases in anticipation to solve this exact problem. Feeling a little embarrassed and self-conscious despite being alone in the apartment complex, Wang Jiexi left the television’s volume on low, padded his socked feet down the hallway and into the bedroom that he and Yu Wenzhou shared.
The bed had been hastily made earlier in the day; jackets hung on hooks nailed to the wall that still smelled faintly of the woodsy-citrusy cologne that Yu Wenzhou sometimes wore lingered in the air he breathed in as he walked by. He knelt down by his side of the bedside table and pulled open the lower drawer, in which he quickly located a small nondescript bag.
He sat on the edge of the bed, bag in his lap, and he stared long and hard at it as if it was personally offending him in some way or another.
Wang Jiexi had a feeling that he was about to very much regret this — whatever this he’d decided to do in a pathetic attempt to forget about the deadly silent phone that was still sitting face-down in the living-room — but he’d long crossed the line of feeling ashamed when he’d chosen to record his masterbation session and send it along with a terribly taken dick pic to his boyfriend a few days ago.
This was nothing, Wang Jiexi told himself with a determined nod as he unfolded the paper bag and dumped the contents unceremoniously onto the mattress. The turquoise-colored vibrating butt plug and a matching remote control the size of a keychain bounced once, twice, before they settled innocently on the blanket.
‘People do this all the time,’ Wang Jiexi thought in a repeated chant, swallowing hard at the objects like they were manufactured by aliens. It wasn’t as if he was entirely clueless as to how to properly use them to, well, pleasure himself; if nothing else, Wang Jiexi had always been thorough in his research of topics he was unfamiliar with.
As a matter of fact, Yu Wenzhou had mentioned a few times that he’d like to experiment with toys when they were fooling around in the bedroom, but every time this was brought up, Wang Jiexi had been too embarrassed to commit to anything too atrocious, so Yu Wenzhou just smiled and let it slide. He didn’t want to make his boyfriend feel uncomfortable in any way, and he knew that Wang Jiexi was the type that required a longer time to get used to new things related to sexual matters.
He bet Yu Wenzhou would be elated if he knew his lover finally felt adventurous enough to dip his toes into the deep dark pool known as sex toys, but Wang Jiexi didn’t plan on letting him know just yet.
All these idle thoughts were merely delaying the inevitable.
No use deferring what he had set his mind to do, so he might as well start to make himself comfortable in bed.
The first thing he did was dimming the lights in the bedroom; the blanket of near-darkness made him feel a little more secure, and the hazy city lights streaming in through the blinds cast soft halos on the walls. After grabbing a bottle of lubricant from the bathroom, he climbed back onto the bed, still fully dressed and slightly at a loss as to what he should do next.
He tried to recall what prompted him to take those scandalous photos of his own body and send them to Yu Wenzhou; to be honest, it was driven mostly from spite and a strong, irresistible sense of arousal at the thought of his lover seeing and hearing him in his most fragile and intimate moment and being equally aroused by it.
Wang Jiexi attempted to summon that same impulsive desire now, letting his eyes fall close and his mind drift to the various memories he had of Yu Wenzhou: the way his eyes darkened hungrily when he set his sight on his lover’s bare body, the way the tip of his tongue peek out just the slightest to wet his lower lip when he was too nervous to approach, the way he’d gently kiss him, so heartbreakingly tender yet so ardently intense that it always took Wang Jiexi’s breath away, the way he’d drag his fingers up and down the span of his body in a leisurely pace, setting his skin and blood aflame, taking his time to pleasure him with his talented hands and warm, lithe tongue…
His breath shuddered, his body suddenly feeling a lot warmer than before as he felt his cock stirred at the imaginings his brain conjured: what if Yu Wenzhou was here right now, watching him, dark eyes amused and challenging him to keep going, daring him to expose himself even more? His teeth snagged against his lower lip while his hand gripped the waistband of his loose pajama pants; he pulled them down hurriedly, freeing his cock that was already beginning to swell with interest even without him touching it.
As much as Wang Jiexi wished to immediately relieve the growing pressure, there was something else he must do first. Squeezing some of the jellied lube and warming it up between his fingers, he very carefully lined up his middle finger and started to push the tip in.
He’d never had to prepare himself like this before, so the sense of intrusion was foreign and almost made him stop, but he persisted, remembering how pleasant Yu Wenzhou always made him feel whenever he was opening him up with his fingers. He would murmur soft nothings against the supple skin of the inside of his thigh while he worked his way in — always so patient and gentle and loving.
He tried to recall the particular way Yu Wenzhou’s fingers would move and manipulate his way into his entrance, and it worked a little. The sharp pain from the beginning gradually subsided into just a dull radiating sensation of fullness, and after god knew how long, Wang Jiexi was finally able to smoothly move three fingers in and out without causing too much discomfort to his own body.
But he knew well that his three fingers were nothing compared to the girth and thickness of the toy. He glanced at the silicone toy nervously, his heartbeat racing at the thought of putting such a large foreign object into himself.
The conical shape of the butt plug wasn’t anything designed like a man’s fully erected cock, but in his research, Wang Jiexi had discovered that this model with the vibrating function was supposedly very effective in stimulating the prostate.
There was only one way to find out whether or not the claim was true.
Slathering the toy with plenty of lube, Wang Jiexi took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes close. Again, he could picture all too clearly Yu Wenzhou sitting at the foot of their bed, the top buttons of his dress shirt undone to reveal a sliver of his chest, watching him closely with a proising smile tugging at the corner of his lips; his hand was on his crotch — he’d been touching himself while observing Wang Jiexi, too.
“Fuck…” Wang Jiexi muttered under his breath as he felt the tip of the toy stretched the ring of muscle at his entrance. The lube was cold and slippery and made it easy to slide the first few centimeters in, but the familiar sense of stretching fullness quickly returned, and he could feel every rib of the toy gliding against the sensitive membrane of his inside. He hissed as the burning heightened, tears starting to prickle along the brim of his eyes as his body began to shake uncontrollably, his cock stiff and red and needing to be touched.
You’re doing so well, Jiexi, he could hear Yu Wenzhou praising him as if he was laying right there beside him, so good for me .
After a brief moment of respite and more encouraging words from his lover, Wang Jiexi felt Yu Wenzhou’s hand joined his, and they both gently pushed the toy further into his anus, the wider part of it spreading him wider, the blazing sensation of being torn was consuming every breath of his lungs and every beat of his heart, but he wouldn’t stop — couldn’t stop — not when Yu Wenzhou was watching him like he was about to devour him whole, not when the one he loved the most was holding him like he was the most precious treasure in his universe.
Finally, after what seemed like hours but in reality it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes, the entire toy was snug and tightly fit inside with only the flared base peeking out from between his asscheeks as the sole sign that he had something up there.
A lone tear had leaked out from the inner corner of one of his eyes, but Wang Jiexi made no attempt to brush it off. His vision was blurry from unshed tears but he felt good — more than good. He shifted himself into a slightly more comfortable position, and he regretted this action almost immediately because even just this slight movement was enough to cause the butt plug to scrape against his sensitive spot, which made something inside him spark with a burst of unexpected pleasure. He gasped with disbelief at the strange yet delightful sensation, and curled into himself.
Gods. If this was the effect of the toy without the vibration, Wang Jiexi was afraid to find out what kind of havoc the vibrating function would cause to his inexperienced body.
Speaking of which…
He gingerly picked up the remote control and inspected it closely for the first time tonight. It wasn’t a very complex piece of technology: there was an on/off switch, and he assumed the other buttons were for changing the speed, intensity, and pattern of the vibration pre-sets.
His frame was thrumming with anticipation; he bit his lower lip and tensed his body up to ready himself when he switched it on.
The vibration was quiet, at least. This was an element that Wang Jiexi could definitely appreciate. And it wasn’t overwhelmingly stimulating as he’d first feared. The gentle pulsing was almost lulling his muscles into a more relaxed state, and after having accustomed to the first innocent setting, he decided he could risk the next level.
The pulsing grew marginally stronger in intensity, but not frighteningly so. He could feel the pleasure slowly building up within himself, and it was getting increasingly more difficult to ignore the aching heat between his legs. He wanted to touch himself so much, but in his mind, he could hear Yu Wenzhou gently commanding him to leave it alone, that he wanted to see his Jiexi climax without him touching his cock at all.
“Nnng… please… Wenzhou…” he whined as his finger subconsciously clicked for the next higher setting, and the abrupt escalation in the vibration intensity threw Wang Jiexi into a whirlwind of voracious desire and mind numbing pleasure.
Jiexi can do it right? You can do that for me, right?
“Jiexi?”
Wang Jiexi’s eyes flew open, blood drained from his face and eyes widened in horror.
That was not Yu Wenzhou’s voice in his imagination.
That was the real, actual Yu Wenzhou coming home, as unannounced as this goddamn snowstorm.
He quickly turned off the vibration and threw the remote over the side of the bed in his panicked haste to hide the evidence of his crime.
“Jiexi, are you home?”
He could hear the squeaky wheels of the suitcase rolling towards the direction of the bedroom, and Wang Jiexi still had a butt plug up his ass, and pants abandoned on the other side of the bed.
“Shit. Shit shit shit.”
He considered pulling the toy out and hiding it out of sight as well, but the thought of leaving a dirty butt plug somewhere, still uncleaned and unsanitized, was simply unthinkable to the neat freak side of his character.
He scrambled to get up as quietly as he could, wincing when the toy poked him in a very nice but untimely way, and got his pants on just as Yu Wenzhou stepped into the bedroom.
“Oh, Jiexi, you're home after all,” Yu Wenzhou smiled up at him with relief as he closed the remaining distance between them and enveloped his boyfriend with a warm embrace. There were still a few snowflakes stuck to his hair that Wang Jiexi wanted to brush off. “I was worried that you were stuck outside in this storm. The traffic is an absolute nightmare out there.”
If he’d noticed anything strange about his unusually flustered lover, Yu Wenzhou chose not to comment on it.
“Mn,” Wang Jiexi simply replied, and then with a confused frown, “what the hell are you even doing here? I thought you’re still in Seattle.”
“Are you not happy to see me?” Yu Wenzhou pulled back but kept his arms loosely encircled around the other man’s waist, a small pout making his handsome face a little more mischievous and boyish.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” Wang Jiexi flicked him lightly on his forehead, and Yu Wenzhou released him with a chuckle.
“I managed to finish what was required earlier than expected, so I thought I’d give you a little surprise. One would even call this a Christmas miracle.”
“Uh huh. I have to admit though, that’s some high work efficiency right there,” Wang Jiexi was genuinely impressed, “Chairman Feng should really give you a raise.”
“I wish,” Yu Wenzhou laughed.
“Did you eat yet? I can make you something if you like. Udon soup with veggies?”
He knew Yu Wenzhou wouldn’t eat much on his flight; he wasn’t a big fan of airplane meals.
“Sure, if it’s not too much trouble,” Yu Wenzhou placed a soft kiss on his cheek before returning to unpacking his luggage.
Taking advantage of his boyfriend being distracted, Wang Jiexi made his way to the kitchen awkwardly while trying not to make any weird or suspicious noises every time the damn toy rubbed against him in the most inopportune of spots.
“Did I wake you up?”
Yu Wenzhou must have noticed the messy sheets. No details could escape the careful observation of the ever attentive master tactician.
Damn.
“Uh… not really. I was just about to go to bed.”
Unbeknownst to Wang Jiexi, who was happily occupied with getting the pot of water boiling on the stove and rinsing some choy sum in the sink, Yu Wenzhou caught a glimpse of something turquoise in the back corner of the bedroom. He didn’t recall seeing this around their house, but it might be a recent purchase made by Wang Jiexi while he had been away.
It looked like a keyfob of some sort, or maybe a remote control paired with an electronic device. Curiosity got the better of him, and as he headed towards the kitchen in search of his boyfriend, he randomly pressed one of the buttons just for the heck of it.
“Hey, did you lose this? I found it in our bedroom…”
He was maybe expecting loud music suddenly blasting from a new stereo system hidden in a corner of their apartment unit, or the starting chime of a new gaming console, but what he definitely didn’t expect was an alarming loud clang that came from the direction of the kitchen.
Now genuinely concerned, Yu Wenzhou quickened his pace, only to find a metal bowl upturned on the ground with sad, wet bunches of choy sum scattered all over the floor around Wang Jiexi, who had his head lowered, his body hunched over, and an arm swung over the side of the counter to support himself.
“Jiexi! What’s wrong? Are you all right? Did you hurt yourself?” Yu Wenzhou was instantly by his lover’s side.
Wang Jiexi sounded breathless when he answered, and his cheeks were flushed, his eyes slightly moist as if he was blinking back tears when he glanced up through his forelocks back at Yu Wenzhou, “I-I’m fine.”
“What happened?” Yu Wenzhou did a quick check over just to make sure that the other man was not injured in any way. Appeased when he found no blood or broken bones, Yu Wenzhou was left with a cloud of perplexed confusion.
“Um…” Wang Jiexi’s eyes darted towards the turquoise remote still held in Yu Wenzhou’s hand before quickly tearing his gaze away guiltily. “It’s nothing to worry about, really. I’m fine now, though I can’t say the same for these vegetables.”
“Wait…”
Wang Jiexi froze, arm half-reaching out for a forlorn choy sum stem.
Yu Wenzhou glanced back at the remote control in his palm, expression thoughtful, before turning his gaze towards his lover, who was currently hunched over with his back to him. With a quiet, contemplative hum, he pressed one of the buttons.
The reaction was immediate: Wang Jiexi felt his back flickered with a sudden burst of silvery pleasure from the base of his spine to the tips of his fingers the moment the vibrating toy started to rub against his prostate, and his legs were losing strength from the delicious heat that was starting up once more.
Before he completely lost his balance, Yu Wenzhou grasped his upper arm and steadied him, and then gently pulled him up to his feet, the other hand supporting the small of his back as he manipulated their positions so that he was crowding Wang Jiexi against the granite counter.
“W-Wenzhou… listen to me…it-it’s not what you think…” Wang Jiexi tried to speak, but the pulsation felt so good that forming words was becoming an increasingly challenging task, especially when he could feel Yu Wenzhou’s hand wandered from his lower back further down to his ass and finally locating the source of it all.
Without any hesitation, Yu Wenzhou snaked his hand beneath the thin cotton of the other man’s pajama pants and pulled the toy a little ways outward, and then viciously shoving it back into his convulsing hole.
“Mmmn! …hahhh…” Wang Jiexi pant wetly against the crook of Yu Wenzhou’s neck, fingers fisting the material of his shirt.
“I see you’ve gotten yourself a new toy while I’m away, hmm?” Yu Wenzhou nibbled his lover’s earlobe as he whispered more filth that made Wang Jiexi’s arousal rise with renewed interest. “Do you like that thing more, or does my cock feel better inside you?”
“I… ah… I thought you’re hungry…”
“I’m hungry for something else now,” Yu Wenzhou kissed him fully on the lips, wet and dirty and full of unbridled want.
Wang Jiexi responded beautifully with equal fervor, his tongue darting out to chase after Yu Wenzhou’s taste.
Their breaths mingled when they parted from the heated kiss, their foreheads touching.
“If this is the way Jiexi is going to welcome me every time I come back from working abroad, maybe I should request more extended work trips?”
“Don’t you dare, Yu Wenzhou!”