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It’s Fei Du that suggests it initially. Luo Wenzhou stares at him for a moment before barking out a laugh and pinching the other man’s chin, turning him this way and that like he’s inspecting him.
They’ve retired for the night, and Luo Wenzhou had previously been trying to convince Fei Du to use his chest as a pillow as a roundabout way of letting Fei Du know how he wanted to hold him.
“I’ve worked hard on it for the past few weeks,” Luo Wenzhou had said, patting his pectoral and pretending to pout when Fei Du pointedly sunk his head into his own pillow. Fei Du had then turned to Luo Wenzhou and asked him out of the blue, if he had ever considered taking advantage of Fei Du while he slept.
And that Fei Du might want him to try, just out of curiosity.
Though there is one issue:
“Darling, I would love to do this for you,” Luo Wenzhou says in a tone that’s the diametric opposite of placating as he lets Fei Du go. “But how am I supposed to wake up before you? Isn’t that a little inhumane?”
Fei Du rolls his eyes at Luo Wenzhou, albeit good-naturedly.
“I forgot that even the elderly need their beauty sleep,” Fei Du says dryly. “Leave it. Maybe we’ll just do handcuffs again.”
Luo Wenzhou snorts and wraps an arm around Fei Du’s waist. When he looks at him though, coloured by golden light of the bedside lamp, he sees something rather wistful in Fei Du’s gaze.
He’s joking of course— Luo Wenzhou isn’t actually going to ignore a request from Fei Du, not even when Fei Du has wrapped it up in overly honeyed and annoyingly flirtatious words. He has a vague inkling of why Fei Du wants it— the connection, the intimacy, the feeling of waking up utterly consumed.
And Luo Wenzhou knows that beneath the salacious proposition lies another transfer of trust, another indicator that Fei Du is learning how to wholly put himself in Luo Wenzhou’s hands. There are parts of Fei Du Luo Wenzhou may never be able to scope out before they’re trapped forever but whatever he is shown, he’ll take it greedily with both hands.
“What are you thinking about?” Fei Du prods, and Luo Wenzhou places a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Then one on his chin, the tip of his nose, and the center of his mouth, kissing the bow of his lips.
“I’m thinking about how my favourite mug seems to be missing,” Luo Wenzhou says, and Fei Du’s eyes widen by a fraction. “And how the trash bin liner seems new, even though it was barely a quarter full this morning.”
Fei Du opens his mouth, drowsiness slowly leaving as he gears up to blame the cats, but Luo Wenzhou is rolling him over and pressing him into their mattress with a fierce kiss before he can claim false innocence. He makes sure that Fei Du thoroughly atones for his crimes before he finally releases him.
As they drift off to sleep, naked bodies plastered together despite the mess and stickiness, Luo Wenzhou’s mind hazily drifts back to Fei Du’s request. He’ll do it for him without a doubt. The thought of it does make him curious, even if the thought of taking advantage like that does feel a little slovenly.
Luo Wenzhou firmly resolves to carry out Fei Du’s request. He just needs to figure out how the hell he’s going to wake up before Fei Du.
It sits on the back burner for a couple of weeks, simmering and waiting, but over-clouded by work being busy and Fei Du taking another trip to check the progress at Binhai. While he’s gone, Luo Wenzhou tries his best to wake up early, first with the help of an alarm and then without.
The only time the latter works is when he leaves the bedroom door open one night and Luo Yigou decides the best place to sleep at 4:00 AM would be strewn across Luo Wenzhou’s face, while his second in command sets his furry head on top of his chest. Luo Wenzhou wakes up with a mouth full of fur and missing Fei Du, and stares blearily at the clock on his phone.
He decides then that maybe it’d be easier to see if Fei Du can meet him in the middle. Fei Du had mentioned wanting it to be a surprise, so Luo Wenzhou knows he can’t suggest a nightcap before bed without it seeming suspicious. He thinks about this deeply, even when he hears the front door opening and the cats miaow-ing a welcome to the other resident litter-box attendant of the house.
Luo Wenzhou is in the basement on the treadmill when he hears Fei Du softly pad down the steps. He calls out a greeting as he steps off, only cursorily wiping down before he envelopes Fei Du in a sweaty hug.
“Did you eat?” Luo Wenzhou asks— it’s late in the evening so it doesn’t surprise him when Fei Du nods. And yawns. Luo Wenzhou draws back to give him a kiss and thinks he tastes the lingering bitterness of red wine but for once, he doesn’t comment on it.
Instead, he sees his opening.
So he focuses first on taking Fei Du to bed after they shower and making sure their reunion compensates for the past week they’ve spent apart. Despite his supposed tiredness, Fei Du is quick to straddle Luo Wenzhou’s lap and roll his hips maddeningly slow until Luo Wenzhou loses his patience and grabs him, planting his feet down and not allowing Fei Du to move as he fucks into him.
For good measure, Luo Wenzhou makes sure that he gets Fei Du to finish once on his back as well, and once in his mouth. By the time they’re done, the other man can barely keep his eyes open, despite the fact that it’s not yet midnight.
Luo Wenzhou settles in beside him, draws him into his arms, and hopes that a week of setting a ridiculously early alarm has conditioned him at least a little.
Thankfully, his bet pays off.
Luo Wenzhou finds himself drifting awake sometime north of five in the morning, with Fei Du still sprawled beside him. He feels drowsy at first, cursing his internal clock, before remembering why he’s worked on conditioning himself to wake up this early.
The thought of it quickly snaps him into lucidity, pulling away the last dregs of sleep. Luo Wenzhou shifts onto his side to see Fei Du facing him. He has been carefully watching how over time, Fei Du looks less and less troubled, and has observed how Fei Du’s sleeping form has grown more relaxed over the months. It’s hard not to feel a pinch of pride at it, and Luo Wenzhou leans in to kiss Fei Du’s forehead. He pushes the long dark hair off his face, tucking it behind his ear so that he can get a better look at his face.
The grey light, a swirl of the city and the full moon, dimly fills the room and illuminates Fei Du’s silhouette. It’s tempting to turn the lights on to see properly, but it would undoubtedly wake Fei Du up and ruin the purpose of the whole thing. Luo Wenzhou does know he needs to move faster than normal if he wants to be at least inside Fei Du before he wakes up, but he can’t help but take a moment to drink in the sight of the other man.
Luo Wenzhou studies the line of his waist with his fingers, pressing here and there to see if it’ll get a reaction. But Fei Du simply grumbles something before rolling onto his back. It’s endearing, and Luo Wenzhou can’t help but lean over and press a fleeting kiss against his lips. And then another, this time on the top of his nose. Luo Wenzhou takes a moment to look at the dark lashes fanning out, casting a gentle shadow on high cheekbones, and the soft line of a parted mouth.
Fei Du looks ethereal, like he’s some sort of higher beauty that’s deigned to grace a mortal man. An extremely handsome mortal man, but a mortal man nonetheless.
“You better not wake up,” Luo Wenzhou murmurs. “It’ll be your own fault if you ruin the surprise.”
Fei Du simply lets out a quiet exhale in his sleep, and Luo Wenzhou lowers himself back down. With as much care as he possibly can, he gently turns Fei Du onto his side. His bare back is warm against Luo Wenzhou’s chest and Luo Wenzhou can’t help but drop another kiss against Fei Du’s shoulder.
He gropes around for the bottle amongst the sheets, grinning to himself when he finds it. So far, Fei Du hasn’t even stirred. Luo Wenzhou, on the other hand, is definitely stirring. Gingerly, he reaches down and slides down the thin cotton pants Fei Du had lazily thrown on after their activities. Luo Wenzhou tugs his own partway down his thighs, just enough to free himself. He’s already half-hard, has been since he woke up.
He slides a hand between Fei Du’s legs, feeling for where he’s still warm and pliant and open. Luo Wenzhou presses a slick finger in, and can’t help the low rumble in his chest when he feels how easily Fei Du still gives way. Luo Wenzhou slowly moves his hand in him, not because Fei Du needs it, but because the heat is maddening. He kisses Fei Du’s bony shoulder again, mouthing along the line of it till he reaches his neck. Luo Wenzhou is about to bare his teeth when Fei Du murmurs something under his breath.
“Mm?” Luo Wenzhou says, not too loudly. It’s a good call because Fei Du just squirms a little before sighing again, clearly still asleep. Luo Wenzhou decides to skip biting down though, just in case— he’s already left a satisfactory amount of marks on Fei Du, little pieces of evidence of where he’s been.
He buries his face in Fei Du’s hair, smells their shared shampoo as he starts to stroke himself in preparation. Luo Wenzhou draws his free hand over a pale thigh, admiring the elegance of it under his fingers while he brings himself to full hardness. It’s not a difficult task to get himself excited over Fei Du, regardless of what the mood is. Everything about him lingers, like the cologne he wears, and reminds Luo Wenzhou of the raw desire he feels towards the man.
At least he doesn’t have to take much ceremony right now. Luo Wenzhou enjoys touching Fei Du. He likes how Fei Du reacts to the different ways Luo Wenzhou uses his tongue and his hands on him, but he finds that he also rather likes that he doesn’t have to wait much right now. Luo Wenzhou takes himself in hand and presses forward, biting back a hiss as he feels the familiar heat start to take him in.
Not wanting to startle him awake, Luo Wenzhou tempers his heady lust and slides in slowly, trying hard not to snap his hips and seat himself in one go. He kisses aimlessly against Fei Du’s shoulder and listens for any sounds of him waking as he gradually works his way in.
Faintly, Luo Wenzhou wonders if Fei Du would even let him know if he’s woken up.
When he’s seated, Luo Wenzhou lets out a measured exhale, keeping it as quiet as he possibly can. He takes a moment to try to will his heart to not beat too loudly, and hooks his hand under Fei Du’s knee. He pushes gently, drawing his leg up, and rolls his hips without pulling out too much. Luo Wenzhou groans as he moves, and squeezes Fei Du’s leg without thinking. Fei Du’s body is plush and welcoming as he grinds in him. Luo Wenzhou’s breathing grows shallower as he revels in his presence, in how pliant he is.
Like this, Luo Wenzhou finds that he can just take. He doesn’t set a particular rhythm, just absorbs in the warmth and the feeling of Fei Du against him. It’s not got any of the franticness from the love they made earlier in the night; it’s slow and syrupy honey, the sweetness of it felt on his tongue, on the tips of his fingers, in his blood.
Fei Du shifts again in Luo Wenzhou’s arms, making some sort of unintelligible sound. Luo Wenzhou’s already settled himself in, so he doesn’t pause to see if he’s woken up. Instead, he snakes his arm under Fei Du’s side and wraps it loosely around his torso, pulling him flush against his chest.
“Darling,” Luo Wenzhou says quietly, breathlessly into Fei Du’s ear. “Are you awake?”
“Mn,” comes the reply, wispy and drowsy. Fei Du makes another sound, but his body still feels slack against Luo Wenzhou.
Luo Wenzou skims his teeth against the shell of Fei Du’s ear, nipping lightly at the lobe as Fei Du lets out a soft “hahh”. He must be just waking up, still trying to parse what’s a dream and what’s not. Luo Wenzhou draws out a little more this time before thrusting back in, catching the sharp exhale Fei Du lets out at the movement.
He feels Fei Du’s shoulders tense for a moment and almost stops there, but then Fei Du is sinking back against him, melting his weight into Luo Wenzhou’s arms. Luo Wenzhou lets go of his leg to reach up and grab Fei Du’s chin, turning his head just enough so that Luo Wenzhou can lean over and place a kiss.
Fei Du’s eyes open only a sliver, endlessly dark as he looks at Luo Wenzhou through a veil of sleep, yet to fully take in his surroundings. His lips part easily and Luo Wenzhou kisses him lazily for a moment. Fei Du makes an answering sound that’s so sweet in how lost it is that Luo Wenzhou can’t control how deep he rolls his hips in. The momentum of his lust sends them rolling over, till Fei Du’s on his stomach, head turned to the side.
Luo Wenzhou takes a moment to properly drape over his slender back, enveloping him completely. He twines their fingers together and pins one of Fei Du’s hands beside his head. They’re so incredibly close that they could share a heartbeat, and Luo Wenzhou doesn’t waste time in moving again.
His patience and calm are running thin and Luo Wenzhou picks up the pace. He likes the positions where he can see Fei Du’s face the best, but Luo Wenzhou would be lying if he said that this position doesn’t evoke something more primal in him. He puts more intention in the way he moves as Fei Du starts to wake up, unintelligible sounds falling out of his mouth as he starts to take stock of the situation.
Luo Wenzhou pushes up onto his hands, and while he mourns the loss of skin on skin contact, he’s able to drive deeper here, aim truer. He lets out a soft groan and the sound intermingles into the night, filling their room gently. It’s easy to get lost in it, and it’s worth the troubles he went through to learn how to wake up early.
Speaking of waking it up, it seems that Fei Du is finally joining him.
“Oh, oh—” Fei Du’s voice is clearer now as Luo Wenzhou steadily fucks him into the mattress.
“I’ve got you,” Luo Wenzhou says, voice low and hoarse. He gets a moan in return that’s shaped around his name as he presses into a sensitive spot.
“Fuck,” Fei Du says emphatically, and Luo Wenzhou can feel him start to arch underneath his touch. “Yeah, please— ah—”
There’s a telltale pressure building deep within him in the shape of a coil, and Luo Wenzhou knows he’s close. He snaps his hips forward, precise in his movements as Fei Du lays pinned beneath him. Luo Wenzhou reaches down and pushes his hand in between the mattress and Fei Du’s body, taking him in hand and stroking. He grits his teeth as electricity sparks along his spine, and he can’t help but go faster.
They collide into their ends together, sharing a keen gasp and a shudder. Luo Wenzhou keeps moving, shallow and rhythmless as he spills inside Fei Du, pleasure blooming within him and the pressure uncoiling rapidly. Luo Wenzhou lets out a low noise, halfway between a moan and a rumble, the yawning desire within him temporarily sated.
Satisfied, Luo Wenzhou drops his weight back down against Fei Du, earning him a groan that’s more creaky than coloured with heat. He revels in the pool of sensation for a few moments, giving a few languid rolls despite the fact he’s gone soft, until Fei Du finally says something.
“Sweetheart,” Fei Du says gently, lifting his head off from the pillow. “It’s getting hard to breathe.”
“That doesn’t sound like my problem,” Luo Wenzhou teases breathlessly, but he turns them onto their sides anyways. He starts to pull out, but feels slender fingers smack against his thigh abruptly. “What now?”
“Stay,” Fei Du commands leisurely. Luo Wenzhou blinks for a moment, because he had no plans to go anywhere anyways, but he quickly twigs on to what Fei Du means.
Trying not to look too smug, he wraps the other man in a tight embrace and noses at the junction of his jaw and neck. Fei Du easily gives in and turns his head for another kiss. While Luo Wenzhou likes having him at his mercy, he also likes the taste of Fei Du lazily reciprocating, and happily licks in. He shifts to get more comfortable, eliciting a sharp inhale from both of them at the sensation.
...Come to think of it, he doesn’t really think he’s done. No, Luo Wenzhou is definitely not done. Fei Du stiffens for a moment when he realizes it, and Luo Wenzhou simply smiles against his mouth. He’s about to tease, but Fei Du beats him to it.
“Who was complaining about waking up early?” Fei Du grins, earning a nip to his bottom lip and a “Smartass” from Luo Wenzhou. Fei Du looks content, even in the dark blue of the night, and warmth unfurls in Luo Wenzhou’s chest.
Sometimes he likes to tell Fei Du how he feels exactly when he’s able to make his person happy, when he’s able to hold him the way he wants, when he’s able to pour his love into him in every way possible. Fei Du has a million little things he tries in order to make Luo Wenzhou happy, and Luo Wenzhou is always willing to match him step for step.
“You snore too loud when you drink,” Luo Wenzhou says instead, earning him a pinch on his thigh. “Who would be able to sleep through the night?”
It’s pointedly untrue but Fei Du makes a sound of protest, one that’s less to argue and more to encourage Luo Wenzhou to smother it with his own mouth.
Which he does, because he’d hate to ignore a request from Fei Du.