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Fu Shen couldn’t concentrate on the book he was reading. The blame was partially the book’s fault—it was boring—but Yan Xiaohan bore the brunt of it for being late. Dozens of people at court could have made Yan Xiaohan late, which didn’t mean Fu Shen had to worry when Yan Xiaohan failed to appear in their bedroom at his usual hour. What was Yan Xiaohan’s coddling turning Fu Shen into? It was almost enough to make Fu Shen doubt who was the wife.
Yan Xiaohan finally arrived after Fu Shen had read the same page three times. His jaw was firmly set, and he was slow to look Fu Shen in the eye.
“What kept you?” Fu Shen asked, setting the book aside. He turned his wheelchair to face Yan Xiaohan.
“The Emperor.”
No wonder Yan Xiaohan appeared so exhausted. “By the look on your face, he must have promoted you again. Are you a minister now?”
Yan Xiaohan cracked a smile. But the expression soon faded. “He ended our meeting by asking about your health. How we were getting along.”
“It’s dangerous enough for you to have his trust, let alone his interest.”
With a sigh, Yan Xiaohan walked up to Fu Shen and bent to kiss him. It wasn’t a gentle kiss; Yan Xiaohan’s teeth dragged against Fu Shen’s lip, and Fu Shen opened his mouth as Yan Xiaohan’s thumb pressed on his chin. Fu Shen’s body responded eagerly. He gripped Yan Xiaohan by the shoulder, holding him in place. Fu Shen had quickly learned to want Yan Xiaohan like this, when a little of the ruthlessness he showed at court bled through into his desire.
Yan Xiaohan broke the kiss and knelt, but Fu Shen didn’t let him go. Tucking his head against Fu Shen’s chest, Yan Xiaohan wrapped his arms around his waist tightly. Fu Shen embraced him back. They stayed like that for some time without needing to speak. Silence seemed better suited to Yan Xiaohan’s mood. When Yan Xiaohan let Fu Shen go, he tilted Fu Shen’s head down for another kiss; a careful one, this time. His hands went to the ties of Fu Shen’s robe.
“You don’t have to,” Fu Shen said, holding Yan Xiaohan’s hand. “Why don’t I just take you to bed?”
“Jingyuan, let me do this. It’s what I want.”
Fu Shen released him. Yan Xiaohan pulled Fu Shen’s pants off, then parted his legs.
“What are you—”
Fu Shen was cut off by the feeling of Yan Xiaohan’s mouth on his cock. He’d expected Yan Xiaohan to use his hand, not… Fu Shen gripped his wheelchair’s armrests. Because he was only half-hard, Yan Xiaohan was able to take him down to the base, completely enveloping him in the warmth of his mouth. Yan Xiaohan’s tongue dragged along Fu Shen’s cock and flicked against the head. Fu Shen gasped at the answering throb below. Looking up, Yan Xiaohan started to suck, his long lashes fluttering as Fu Shen began to fill his mouth.
Yan Xiaohan rested his hands on Fu Shen’s thighs; his fingers twitched when Fu Shen stroked his cheek. Fu Shen felt a twinge of guilty arousal when Yan Xiaohan started to choke, eyes reddening as he tried to keep all of Fu Shen’s cock in his mouth. Worried Yan Xiaohan would actually gag, Fu Shen dug his fingers into Yan Xiaohan’s hair and pulled him back a little. Yan Xiaohan shot Fu Shen a glare—with his mouth so full, it was the least threatening he’d ever looked.
Fu Shen couldn’t resist guiding him by the hair. Yan Xiaohan shut his eyes, head bobbing. “Brother Yan,” Fu Shen panted, already close. “I want to finish in your mouth.”
At Yan Xiaohan’s nod, Fu Shen’s fingers tightened in his hair. That willingness was all it took for Fu Shen to spill down Yan Xiaohan’s throat. Fu Shen forced his stiff fingers to let go of Yan Xiaohan, who obediently swallowed everything down before he pulled away. There was a drop of come on Yan Xiaohan’s lower lip that Fu Shen wiped at with his thumb. Yan Xiaohan grabbed Fu Shen’s hand and licked it off. He looked up at Fu Shen so adoringly, so eager for praise that Fu Shen’s chest ached and he mumbled something about how well Yan Xiaohan had done.
“Let me bring you to bed,” Yan Xiaohan said, nuzzling Fu Shen’s hand.
“All right.”
Yan Xiaohan picked Fu Shen up and carried him to bed, then went about helping him undress. For someone as clearly aroused as he was, Yan Xiaohan’s touches were respectful, but lingering. When Yan Xiaohan went to fetch Fu Shen’s nightclothes, Fu Shen held his wrist.
“Strip,” Fu Shen said.
Yan Xiaohan did as he was told. Fu Shen reluctantly dragged his gaze away from Yan Xiaohan’s cock to focus on his face before he pulled him into bed.
“Such an unexpected talent,” Fu Shen said. “Your mouth is too clever. What can I do to repay you?” His hand was already drifting towards Yan Xiaohan’s cock. Yan Xiaohan caught Fu Shen’s fingers, dragging his hand the rest of the way down.
“This is enough.”
“For tonight,” Fu Shen replied, stroking Yan Xiaohan. “Tomorrow, I want you to fuck me.”
Yan Xiaohan moaned. His fingers tangled in Fu Shen’s hair as he met Fu Shen’s eyes. Even though he’d come only a few moments ago, Fu Shen stirred at the memory of having Yan Xiaohan’s heavy cock inside him. He’d felt pinned, no matter how slowly Yan Xiaohan had entered him. Fu Shen had liked it best when Yan Xiaohan had lost all restraint, leaving the marks of his teeth on Fu Shen’s skin.
Now, Yan Xiaohan was practically helpless in Fu Shen’s grip, breathing raggedly. Fu Shen sped up his hand. Yan Xiaohan groaned, thrusting into Fu Shen’s hand and clumsily kissing him, their teeth knocking together. Not long after, Yan Xiaohan came. Yan Xiaohan kissed Fu Shen’s face and down his neck, clinging tightly to him. The way Fu Shen’s skin thrilled at the contact almost made him think that he could go again. Yan Xiaohan wiped Fu Shen clean, then pulled him into his arms.
Fu Shen said nothing about the awkward crick in his neck he was getting. He knew he didn’t have to tell Yan Xiaohan to be careful. Yan Xiaohan was more adept at navigating court politics than Fu Shen. But still… Fu Shen reached up to touch Yan Xiaohan’s face.
“Take care of yourself,” Fu Shen said.
Yan Xiaohan kissed Fu Shen’s forehead. “I will.”