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Chi Cheng lay panting on his back, legs tangled in the silk sheets kicked to the foot of their bed, hand tucked under the back of his head. His fringe sticks in clumps to his forehead, sweat still cooling on overheated skin.
Next to him, Wu Suowei is already drifting, all the energy literally and metaphorically fucked out of him. He rests on his stomach, one hand tucked under the pillow his head lies on while the other is lazily thrown across Chi Cheng’s waist, fingers tangled with Chi Cheng’s, redness encircling his wrists slowly fading. His back is glistening with moisture—a mix of sweat, lube, and cum. As Chi Cheng’s eyes trail down the lean figure, he notes with smug satisfaction the dampness still between Suowei’s legs.
The lights are dimmed low, the only sound the distant hum of the cars on the streets below.
Fuck, but it had been a good night.
They had successfully wined and dined two potential clients that had been giving them the run around for weeks. They seemed to give Chi Cheng the cold shoulder every. single. time he would bring up business. Chi Cheng had been ready to give up and say fuck them when Suowei had stepped in, suggesting they all meet together in a more intimate setting to talk over a nice glass of whiskey and rare steaks. It had tempted the clients enough to finally—finally agree to a meeting.
Suowei was in his element all night. Chi Cheng could barely force himself to leave their shared home when Suowei came out of his ever-growing closet clad in a tight black turtleneck, the end tucked snugly into black belted dress pants. He finished the look with a pair of black leather Chelsea boots and a textured black dress coat left unbuttoned, leaving his hair slightly unkept with the ends brushing just above his eyes. The look accentuated every lean curve of Suowei’s body and Chi Cheng could have growled at the thought of other’s seeing his Da Bao looking so fucking delicious.
The only accessories Suowei wore were a black belt with a silver buckle, the leather of the belt embossed subtly with a snake curving delicately around the wearer’s waist. And the silver watch that matched the one Chi Cheng never took off. Both were a not-at-all-subtle nod to Suowei’s other half.
Chi Cheng had wanted to devour him. Rip every item of clothing to the ground and bind his wrists with that snake embossed belt. Make him scream to the world exactly who he belonged to.
Instead, he reluctantly tossed his own suit jacket overtop his dress shirt to complete his typical all black look. He twisted at the ring on his pinky finger, straightening it, then moved and stood next to Wu Suowei in the full length mirror facing their bed.
They looked good next to each other, complementary in every way—suits different in style but matching in color, Suowei smaller and slender next to Chi Cheng’s bulk. Watches glistening on their wrists, a perfect pair. They looked expensive and powerful. (Because they were.)
It took every ounce of self restraint Chi Cheng had to let Suowei walk out the door and into Chi Cheng’s car. If it hadn’t been for the exuberant amount of money the potential clients could bring in, Chi Cheng may have tried harder to convince Suowei to stay home.
Instead, he had driven them across town to some exclusive restaurant their clients had picked. He would just be forced to spend the entire night with his cock half-hard in his dress pants. It didn’t help his little problem that he had the pleasure of watching Suowei charm the money right out of their clients pockets.
Suowei had gotten good at this—the networking aspect of their company. As business partners, people tended to think Suowei was the nice one. Sweet. Innocent. Easy to manipulate. It was those doe eyes of his Chi Cheng was sure—they drew people right in. They didn’t know the snake that lived on the inside.
After all, it was Suowei’s schemes that brought them together in the first place. His little manipulator.
He knew when to push, when to back off. When to make a light joke or keep it serious. When to schmooze or play hard ball and let them come crawling back. (So different compared to that first business dinner Chi Cheng had dragged him to where Chi Cheng redirected the attention of the clients around to Suowei constantly.)
Chi Cheng was able to rest back easily in his chair, one hand gripping a whiskey glass loosely while the other grips Suowei’s thigh tightly. The grip wasn’t just to satisfy the ever present possessive tendencies he had towards Suowei.
He could press in a tight squeeze if he disagreed with the client’s demands. Stroke a thumb as a gentle rub of praise. Pinch the skin to warn Suowei to tread carefully. In turn, Suowei would grip his own hand. Drum his fingers when he wanted Chi Cheng to speak up. Dig nails into palms when Suowei was frustrated and trying not to show it.
They made a damned good team and Chi Cheng was steadily becoming obsessed with the life they were creating together. Was already obsessed.
He never thought he would find someone so good for him until Suowei came along. But—especially after the high of tonight—he had never been more sure that there was no one else in the world who could compare to Suowei. No one else could fit into his life so perfectly—ambitions, interests, preferences. His perfect match.
They had ended the night a little drunk—on whiskey, on success, on each other. But with two brand new clients with deep pockets secured.
Chi Cheng had driven home with Suowei’s hands teasing him the entire way, his belt and zipper open for easier access for the younger. He was hard and leaking by the time they made it home. Suowei had only waited until they pulled into the garage before pulling Chi Cheng’s length out entirely and sinking his mouth down. Stomach digging into the gear shift between them, gagging as the the cock hit the back of his throat before he adjusted, breathed out of his nose. Chi Cheng throws his head back, sinking long fingers into soft hair as he groans deeply.
God, Suowei was so fucking perfect.
That had just been the first round.
Eventually, Chi Cheng had dragged Suowei to their room and finally used Suowei’s snake embossed belt to tie his hands together and wring out every sound of pleasure Chi Cheng had been imagining throughout the entirety of their dinner. Chi Cheng had made him come on his fingers first. Then left his hands tied while he’d fucked him into the mattress, moisture pooling in Suowei’s eyes in oversensitivity.
Dark eyes track a tear as it trails past the mole resting to the side of Suowei’s eyes; Chi Cheng follows the trail with his own rough tongue.
Perfect.
Suowei thrashes against the bed, body writhing, pain mixing with pleasure as his body is hurled towards a second orgasm. Suowei begs to have his hands untied. To touch. To grab. Pleads by telling Chi Cheng how much he loves him. How good he would be. Low moans continually escaping his mouth. He whines— calling Chi Cheng love, baby, gege. Chi Cheng ignores it all, knows Suowei is no where near his limits.
But his little mouse, of course, also knows him. Better than perhaps anyone else ever has or ever will. So, Suowei says the one thing that is guaranteed to always get him exactly what he wants.
“P-please…laogong, pl-please.” He looks and sounds so so sweet, tears running down ruddy cheeks, hair plastered to his skin from their activities. Round watering eyes staring pleadingly into Chi Cheng’s slack jawed face. Suowei sniffles. “I need to touch you. Please.”
Laogong. Husband.
Suowei knew exactly what that word did to Chi Cheng. He had asked Suowei to call him that the first time they slept together and a handful of times since. Every time, the words on Suowei’s lips pull all of the air out of Chi Cheng’s lungs and he’s left gasping, staring in disbelief at the creature in his arms that is, somehow, his.
Husband.
Chi Cheng pulls the belt hurriedly off Suowei’s hands and throws it across the room, uncaring of where it lands. Suowei’s arms immediately wrap around him tightly, fingers digging into the muscles of Chi Cheng’s back, pulling him closer. Closer. Closer. Until Chi Cheng’s face is tucked into his neck. Smelling the remnants of Suowei’s cologne mixed with the thick scent of sweat and sex lingering on Suowei’s skin. He bites down hard on the skin, tasting blood as he buries himself deeper inside Suowei’s willing body.
Suowei’s head is thrown back, whining as his prostate is abused over and over again. “Too—too much, Chi ge, it’s too much!”
Back to Chi ge? No, that won’t do.
Chi Cheng moves wet lips to Suowei’s ear, brushing against the sensitive skin as he breathes harshly, begs. “Call me laogong, Da Bao. Only laogong” He’s desperate. He needs to make sure he hadn’t imagined it the first time. “Say. It.”
Suowei’s fingers tangle in Chi Cheng’s hair and he yanks on it. Hard. Chi Cheng grunts, wincing, but follows the movement. His face hovers over Suowei’s as his Da Bao breathes the words he longs to hear back into his mouth.
“Laogong. My laogong. P-please...”
Fuck.
It’s over rather quickly after that. Chi Cheng crushes their mouths together and Suowei lets out a muffled noise as Chi Cheng’s tongue sweeps across his own, warm and wet and rough. Chi Cheng presses Suowei tightly into the mattress, hands bruising hips as Chi Cheng’s thrusts speed up before finally stilling as Chi Cheng releases into Suowei’s spent body, the younger following with a muffled shout. Chi Cheng rests on Suowei, the comforting weight pressing him into the mattress as they pant against each other, coming down from the high slowly.
Yes, Suowei knew exactly what that word did to him.
Which is why, even as his lover has already drifted off next to him, Chi Cheng still lay awake, mind racing. His heart thumps loudly with the beat of the words flying through his mind.
Laogong. Laogong. Laogong.
Husband. Husband. Husband.
Before Suowei, it had never been something he had dreamed of. Being someone’s husband that is. He always figured he would marry the person his parents chose for him, and they would live together amicably but lovelessly. Chi Cheng would have lovers on the side that had similar preferences as him; he would keep the two lives firmly separate.
But, now he has Suowei. His little master. His Da Bao. His WeiWei. His little mouse.
And they have built an entire life together. They share a home. Share a business. Friends. Chi Cheng thinks his parents adore Suowei more than they do their own son. Suowei cares for his snakes, treats them like they are his own children. He lets Chi Cheng take control but he doesn’t let Chi Cheng control him. (Truly, Suowei holds all the power and they both know it.)
Suowei loves him. He loves him.
A miracle.
It's everything that Chi Cheng never allowed himself to imagine he could have.
And Chi Cheng loves Suowei with a fierceness that is overwhelming. Crushing in its intensity. Obsessively. He wants to own every part of Suowei and be owned by him in return. He wants to consume every part of Suowei mind and body in ways that he know scares his little mouse. But Chi Cheng knows—knows—that there will never be anyone after Suowei. Chi Cheng would rather die than live without Wu Suowei.
He stares contemplatively at the man sleeping soundly next to him. Suowei has moved away as he sleeps resting on his side, back facing Chi Cheng and hands curled against his own chest.
Chi Cheng moves behind him, slotting knees behind Suowei’s and pulling him against Chi Cheng’s chest with an arm around his waist. Suowei lets out a muffled mmph of discontent at being jostled before settling back down, letting out a deep breath as he relaxes back into sleep and Chi Cheng can’t help but stare adoringly at the beauty in his arms. His WeiWei.
His.
Forever.
Chi Cheng rests an elbow on their shared pillow, propping his head on his hand as he runs a hand up Suowei’s side, across his chest, before coming to rest comfortably against Suowei’s neck. His long fingers wrap around the front of Suowei's neck, fingertips just brushing earlobes as he lets his hand rest comfortably. He doesn’t press, just holds firmly. Admires how his fingers flex against the delicate skin, the prominent Adam’s apple and tendons. His gaze moves across his hand on Suowei’s neck and catches on the ring on his own pinky finger, the chunky jewelry standing out against Suowei’s pale skin.
It’s one of Chi Cheng’s favorite pieces he owns. He’d picked it up on a whim during a business trip to Japan years ago, a gift for himself. The band was a dark silver color, made of a sturdy platinum. The main feature was a prominent wave design in the metal; black diamonds peaking through the waves. It had originally fit Chi Cheng’s pointer finger but, as he was bulkier then he was in his youth, it now usually adorned his pinky finger.
He reluctantly pries his fingers off Suowei’s neck and sits up just enough to slip off the ring, the metal warming in his palm. His eyes darken as he grips Suowei’s left hand in his, fingers tracing veins, calluses catching on the soft skin of Suowei’s finger tips.
It would look good on Suowei. The ring, that is. The thick band would contrast Suowei’s long, slender fingers.
He lets out a harsh breath, cock hardening against his thigh just thinking of putting his ring on his little mouse’s finger. The watches were one thing—couples watches. Chi Cheng hasn’t taken his off since they bought them. But…people did things like that all the time, right? Matching bracelets, watches, necklaces.
But a ring…that was different.
People see a ring on a finger and just know that person is taken. Owned. Unavailable. It was a symbol of something deeper, permanent.
Husband.
Suowei is already his in almost every way that counts, Chi Cheng knows that. But...the idea of calling him his husband, of binding their lives together so permanently-he lets out a groan at the idea. He wants it. Desperately. Wants to tie Suowei and himself so intrinsically together that no one could force them apart. Keep Suowei away from anyone who would dare to try and take him from Chi Cheng. Chi Cheng growls at just the thought.
Chi Cheng pulls Suowei’s hand close, stroking.
The ring slides slowly down the slender finger. It goes easily until the final knuckle, catching slightly. Chi Cheng pushes once. twice. Until it glides past, sitting secure at the base of Suowei’s finger. He twists the ring until the design rests perfectly, black diamond catching in the moonlight.
And Suowei sleeps, chest rising evenly, long lashes kissing against his cheeks as he dreams on.
Chi Cheng bares his teeth at the sight, dark and predatory stare fixed at Suowei’s ringed hand. His body heats up at the sight, possession swirly darkly in his stomach, cock hardening at the sight of his ring on his WeiWei's hand.
He moves abruptly to rest behind Suowei again, pressing his chest, his thighs, his cock into the sleep-warm body in front of him. Lips move to a bare shoulder, licking at muscle and nipping at skin with sharp teeth. Suowei lets out a stuttering breath and tenses. Chi Cheng pauses, breathing harshly into the back of Suowei’s neck.
Suowei’s voice is barely audible, breathless. Still half asleep. “Uh-Uh. T-too tired, laogong”. Suowei buries his face in the pillow. Chi Cheng's heart skips a beat at the term of endearment. “Can’t go again.” He half heartedly pushes against the arm wrapped like a vice around his waist.
Chi Cheng lets out a low chuckle, so wondrously endeared by the man in his arms. Too fucking adorable, his Da Bao. He gathers Suowei’s wrists in one of his hands, pushing them back to the bed. Let’s warm breath wash over Suowei’s ear as a stubble clad cheek pushes against the sensitive skin of Suowei’s neck. Goosebumps rise on Suowei’s skin and he lets out an mmph, squirming away.
“Just go back to sleep, WeiWei.” Soft. Adoring. A gentle press of lips against his neck. Chi Cheng rubs soothingly down Suowei’s back, smiling as Suowei stretches into it like a cat to his master. The hand moves lower. Lower. Lower. Until Chi Cheng presses two fingers between Suowei’s cheeks, stroking soft skin. “You won’t have to do a thing. Let your laogong do all the work.” Chi Cheng smears the lube and cum still between Suowei’s legs, pressing down hard on the sensitive skin behind his balls. Suowei sighs into the sensation.
Trusting. God, he’s so good.
“Mmmm.” Suowei settles into the warm sensation of Chi Cheng’s teasing fingers, legs parting on reflex. “‘Kay.” The words slur together. "Not inside. Sore." Barely a whisper, but Chi Cheng hears the pout. Suowei drifts back off.
Permission granted, Chi Cheng grips the base of his cock in one hand, pushing in between Suowei’s cheeks and rutting his hips forward slowly between his thighs.
He takes what he needs, cock sliding easily along the warm skin, tip catching Suowei’s rim on each thrust but never going inside. He groans lowly at the sensation, teeth biting into his own lips to stifle the sounds. Da Bao deserves his rest.
Hips quicken as he catches site of the silver and black ring resting delicately on Suowei’s hand. A hand that rests on Chi Cheng’s pillow. In Chi Cheng’s bed. In Chi Cheng’s house.
Fuck.
He pushes a hand into Suowei’s lower back, arching his spine, pushing Suowei’s ass into the perfect position for Chi Cheng to rut against. He ignores the little oof that pushes out of Suowei’s mouth.
Almost there. So close. So—
Chi Cheng’s thrusts halt as warm fluid floods across Suowei's lower back and between his legs. Chi Cheng grips Suowei’s hand tightly. Crushing. Warm metal pressing into his skin.
His heart thumps.
Laogong.
Laogong.
Laogong.
It takes an embarrassingly long time for Suowei to notice the ring. In his defense, he had a morning meeting at the office and he wakes up late, hungover, sore. And completely covered in dried lube and bodily fluids. Gross, Chi Cheng. Couldn’t even be bothered to clean up after!
He speeds through a shower and makes a coffee to go before dressing in a smart but casual cream sweater and navy slacks and all but running out the door.
He doesn’t bother waking Chi Cheng up—it would have been counterproductive to leaving on time. Come back to bed, Da Bao. Just a few more minutes, Da Bao. Nope, no sir. Not happening—Suowei knows he would have ended up pinned beneath Chi Cheng’s sleep warm body and kissed within an inch of his life. (Honestly, it sounded like heaven. But not right now.) Instead, Suowei frowns at the face of the man still snoring contently in their bed and shakes his head in frustration before leaving him right where he is.
He does a small victory dance as he makes it to the meeting with three minutes to spare.
After, he catches up on paperwork in his office. He’s ready to call it a day and head back home by lunchtime, crawl back into bed next to Chi Cheng. His temples are pounding from the whiskey the night before. And he cannot find a comfortable position on his desk chair because Chi Cheng, the menace, had not gone easy on him last night.
He finishes shuffling through a list of artists for their next exhibition, placing them in a folder for his assistant to contact later when he chokes on the spit in his mouth, dropping the folder of papers on the floor and leaning back dramatically in his chair in dismay. The early afternoon sunlight comes in through the floor length windows of his office, casting sunbeams across his desk and floor. And across black diamonds adorning his finger.
Black diamonds that usually adorn Chi Cheng’s hand but now, somehow, are wrapped around his own.
Surely he would have noticed if Chi Cheng had slipped the ring off his finger and onto Suowei’s own? Well…maybe not. He had been pretty out of it last night, drunk on whiskey, money, and good sex.
Of course, the bastard hadn’t actually asked him before placing a ring on such an incriminating finger.
Suowei sinks in his chair, cheeks and ears turning bright red as he remembers how he had begged his boyfriend—maybe fiancée? Maybe husband?—the night before.
P-please…laogong, pl-please.
Call me laogong, Da Bao. Only laogong.
Laogong. My laogong. P-please.
Warmth pools in his stomach. Suddenly, he desperately wishes he had stayed home that morning. Fuck the meeting, fuck the company. What he wouldn’t give to go back in time and have woken up in Chi Cheng’s arms. Wondered if he would have said anything to Suowei. How he would have drawn attention to it.
A smug comment? A casual hand stroking his own? Or would he have said nothing at all? And let Suowei discover it all on his own, just as he did.
He ignores the papers still strewn across the floor of his office, instead choosing to leave them as a problem for future Suowei to deal with as he leaves the office for the day.
It’s quiet when he makes his way inside their shared home. Suowei toes off his shoes near the front door and makes his way to their shared bedroom.
Chi Cheng is exactly where he left him. Lying on his stomach, sheets pulled to his waist. The light from the open blinds puts the bare skin of his back on display. His hair is damp, Suowei notices, like he had showered recently then went back to bed.
Suowei peels his sweater and slacks off, tossing them into the hamper near his closet before crawling onto the bed in only briefs. Suowei doesn’t try to be subtle about it and Chi Cheng’s face turns, one eye squinting up at him in annoyance as the movement and noise jostles him awake.
He’s tolerant as Suowei arranges Chi Cheng’s limbs to his liking. The end result is Chi Cheng rolling onto his back, Suowei’s face tucked next to Chi Cheng’s, nose nuzzled into the apple of his cheek. Suowei has grabbed one of Chi Cheng’s arms, wrapping it around himself until he’s snug against Chi Cheng’s side—no space between them.
They breathe together, eyes closed against the growing afternoon sunlight.
It’s quiet.
…
…
Until Suowei breaks it.
“You could have asked you know.”
He feels Chi Cheng’s gaze on his face and turns his head to the side to meet dark, questioning eyes. They are a breathe away from each other, noses brushing, sharing the same air. Suowei lifts a hand—the one that Chi Cheng’s ring is now wrapped around—and taps it against Chi Cheng’s cheek in answer to the unasked question.
A slow grin spreads on Chi Cheng’s mouth as he breathes out a laugh. “And give you the chance to say no?” He tucks Suowei’s ringed hand into his own, pressing a smacking kiss to the ringed finger before closing his eyes and pressing their joined hands against his stomach. “Absolutely not.”
Why—that controlling asshole! Why does Suowei love him again?
Suowei uses the hand resting on Chi Cheng’s stomach to form a fist and land a quick punch against the hard muscle, rolling his eyes as the man next to him lets out an exaggerated oomph at the action.
He starts to roll away, huffing in amused disbelief, but two arms coil tight against his waist, restricting his escape and pulling him back. He thrashes in Chi Cheng’s arms, nails digging into Chi Cheng’s forearms. (It’s not to get away—not really. No he knows he's not going anywhere, wouldn't want to go anywhere else. He does it just because he can, because it gets a rise out of his boyfriend—fiancée? husband? Whatever he is, Suowei loves nothing more than pushing every button Chi Cheng has until he snaps).
Suowei is hiding a smile by the time he’s manhandled into a position strewn across Chi Cheng’s chest, Chi Cheng’s arms locked tight around his waist, a mouse trapped by a snake. Suowei nuzzles his face against Chi Cheng’s cheek, settling in. He breathes deeply, enjoying the familiar scent of Chi Cheng’s aftershave.
Suowei doesn’t think he’s ever felt so content in his life. But there’s still something nagging at him.
“So…”
Chi Cheng lets out a soft hmm to show he’s listening.
“What does this—” Suowei waves his ringed hand arbitrarily around before flattening it onto Cheng’s chest, words vomiting out of him—“mean? We can’t get married, not legally.”
Chi Cheng hmms again.
“I mean we’re kinda already married just without the paper, if you think about it. Should we have a ceremony? Would it just be a symbolic thing? Or are you just being possessive again and trying to show the world that I belong to you?”
Chi Cheng’s hand strokes along the nape of Suowei’s neck, squeezing. He hmms again then smirks when Suowei pinches his nipple in annoyance.
Suowei smacks his palm against Chi Cheng’s stomach, eyes turning to slits as he frowns down at the man holding him. “I’m being serious here, what am I supposed to call you?”
Chi Cheng uses the grip on Suowei’s nape to pull his head closer, pressing a kiss to Suowei’s lips in apology for the teasing. His gaze finally turns serious. “I’ve already told you what to call me.” He steals another kiss. Suowei’s eyes flutter. “Last night.”
Suowei’s eyes blink back open and he stares down in confusion at Chi Cheng’s expectant face. The gears turn over in his head for a moment before his eyes widen and he breathes out a soft oh.
Warmth floods through Suowei and he invades Chi Cheng’s space, rubbing their cheeks together. He presses a quick kiss to Chi Cheng’s chin before pulling back just enough to breathe the word into the scant space between them.
“Laogong…”