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Wen KeXing sighed and rolled over on the bed propping his head up on his hands.
“A-Xuuuuuuu…” he whined.
Zhou Zishu arched an eyebrow at his computer screen but didn’t turn to look at his attention seeking husband.
“I have to finish this commission tonight,” he answered firmly.
There were a few huffs and sounds of angry fists hitting the bed behind him. Zhou Zishu suspected if he turned around he’ll be hit by the full force of his husband’s puppy dog eyes and irresistibly pouty lips. He knows he cannot turn around or he will cave.
There is some soft whimpering from the bed. Zhou Zishu presses his lips and thighs together as the sound causes arousal to coil in his lower stomach.
“A-Xuuuuuuu….” This time the voice is softer, breathier. “You don’t love me anymore, you love your computer more than you love me! A-Xu! How can you be so cruel? How can you cast me aside like this?”
Zhou Zishu pointedly ignores the emotional blackmail. “Go read…” he tells Wen KeXing.
There is an insulted noise from the bed. “Go read? That's all you have to say to me? A-Xu! Do you even realise I am entirely naked?”
Zhou Zishu’s eyes grow wide. He had not realised that Wen KeXing had shed his clothing, though it doesn’t surprise him. Part of him wanted to turn and allow his eyes to drink in the beautiful curves of his soulmate, but then his task would never be finished and Wen KeXing would learn that his little temper tantrums would earn him positive results. No. It was better to ignore him. For now.
“You’ll catch a cold,” he replied blandly, not rising to his tempting mate’s bait.
There was an angry growl from the bed behind him. Zhou Zishu suppressed a chuckle.
“What if I touch myself, A-Xu? Wouldn’t you like to see that? Would that make you turn your lovely eyes to me?”
A groan formed in the back of Zhou Zishu’s throat that he quickly swallowed down. “Do what you want,” he replied deadpan, trying to focus on his closing remarks.
The next sounds Zhou Zishu hears are slick motions and deep pants. Fuck. Wen KeXing was following through. That competitive bastard. Zhou Zishu didn’t need to look to know what was going on over his shoulder. He could picture his husband's perfect porcelain body, spread out on the bed, his long fingers stroking his red hot erection. He wanted to replace his hand with his own, hell...he wanted to replace his hand with his lips...Zhou Zishu’s mouth filled with saliva at the thought and a small gasp escaped his mouth.
Big mistake.
There was a giggle behind him as Wen KeXing realised Zhou Zishu was affected. “You can join me, my love. Turn around. Take a look,” he coaxed.
Zhou Zishu had to do something. He couldn’t resist Wen KeXing’s seductive display much longer but he also couldn’t allow Wen KeXing to gain the upper hand. Zhou Zishu was just as much of a competitive bastard as his husband and he hated to lose, even to Wen KeXing who he loved more than anything. He turned in his chair and looked at Wen KeXing with what he hoped was an unreadable look.
Wen KeXing's eyes flashed back into his. He kept touching himself lazily as he lay on his back, letting out little feather light breaths as he stroked up and down his leaking cock.
Fuck.
Zhou Zishu wanted to rip off his clothes and press himself down on top of Wen KeXing but that would mean the bastard had won. Instead he reached for his belt and took it off slowly. Wen KeXing stopped what he was doing. His mouth parted slightly as he watched Zhou Zishu, his eyes darting around excitedly. Zhou Zishu slowly removed his jeans and underwear. Wen KeXing’s tongue swiped across his lower lip as he watched.
“You want this?” Zhou Zishu asked, tilting his head towards his hard cock.
Wen KeXing nodded as though spellbound.
“If you want it, come keep it warm for me while I finish my work...and if you do a good job...then maybe...maybe…I’ll fuck you.”
Zhou Zishu turned back to his computer and continued typing, his heart pounding in his chest. After a few minutes, he heard the sound of the bed complaining as Wen KeXing moved, then he heard some shuffling across the floor and suddenly there was his gorgeous, naked husband between his legs looking up at him through his long eyelashes. Zhou Zishu didn’t look down, though he wanted to. Badly. But the game called for arrogance so he kept his eyes on his screen.
Slowly, Wen KeXing pushed Zhou Zishu’s knees apart and settled closer to him. He wasted no time lowering his lips around Zhou Zishu, deep throating him, then swirling his tongue around his tip before pulling back to try and see Zhou Zishu’s reaction.
Zhou Zishu sighed without looking down. “I told you to keep me warm, not blow me,” he said disapprovingly. Zhou Zishu knew Wen KeXing would be pouting now but he also knew he would be achingly hard from the rebuff. A moment later, his husband’s hot, wet mouth wrapped around his cock once more and held it gently. Zhou Zishu suppressed a shiver. He ran a hand over Wen KeXing’s long, silken silver hair.
“Good boy,” he soothed. He didn’t look down but he felt Wen KeXing sigh around his cock in response to his words. He ran the back of his hand down Wen KeXing’s cheek, his husband leaned into his touch like a pleased cat.
Zhou Zishu returned to his work. He was almost finished. Thank fucking God. His cock was about to explode with need. Wen KeXing held his position steady even as his eyes started to water and Zhou Zishu felt drool start to collect around his base. It was so fucking hot.
He finished up the document, saved it and sent a copy to the client for comment. Only then did he slowly slide Wen KeXing’s mouth off his dick and hold his husband’s head in his hands gently, looking down at him lovingly as he stroked his thumbs over his lover’s flushed cheeks.
“You did so well,” he praised.
Wen KeXing beamed. “So you’ll fuck me now?” he asked hopefully.
Zhou Zishu and his aching cock weren’t able to deny him again. So he fucked him. He fucked him until his husband begged to come, he fucked him with a hand around his throat squeezing tight as he joined their bodies and revelled in the way his taller partner managed to shrink and seem small underneath him. He fucked him until night fell and they were both covered in sweat and sticky with their mutual spend, then he slapped his husband hard on the ass and forced him into being the small spoon. Wen KeXing didn’t protest as he sighed contentedly and snuggled down. Tomorrow, maybe Zhou Zishu will play the role of brat. They were never entirely sure...that was one of the things that kept their relationship so exciting. Zhou Zishu kissed Wen KeXing’s temple and settled down beside him.
“You owe me breakfast tomorrow for interrupting my work,” he scolded mildly.
Wen KeXing chuckled. “Worth it.”
Zhou Zishu smiled into his husband’s hair. “You know I’ll make you pay when it’s my turn to act up, don’t ya?”
Wen KeXing laughed softly. “I look forward to it.”
“I love you, you annoying asshole,” Zhou Zishu grumbled.
“I love you too, you grumpy fucker,” Wen KeXing replied before they both drifted off to sleep.
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