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Classes are over for the day, so Yi Jie is in his office reading over his latest paper. Ye Zi volunteered to go pick Yo Yo up from school today, since Sheng Zhe said he had an assignment he needed to finish up before he could go home. Yi Jie managed to convince his boyfriend to forego the library, this time, and do the work in his office, so now he gets to enjoy Sheng Zhe’s company even if they are both quietly doing their own work.
Sheng Zhe. His… boyfriend? Technically, not yet his lover, no matter how much he’s burned to make him his lover these past few weeks. He doesn’t think he’s been this horny since his adolescence, over a decade ago at this point. Really, it’s a good thing that Sheng Zhe will have the stamina of a nineteen-year-old, because he’s not sure his soon-to-be lover would be able to keep up otherwise. His lover. His boyfriend. Really, he needs to slip one of those terms into the conversation at some point to see how Sheng Zhe reacts to them. And already, even though it has only been a few weeks that they’ve had this thing between them, already he wants to one day be able to call him his husband. Whatever the term is. His. His. His person, his home and happiness, the person that makes him want to have a family again; who made him realize how much he loved his daughter and how much he’d been neglecting her since the divorce, and who made it easier to acknowledge and meet that responsibility; the person that made him want to come home at the end of the day, and be a softer person, at least just to him and to Yo Yo.
He realizes he has been staring at his boyfriend’s profile instead of working while he muses about these things, and that he has been stuck on the same sentence for the past five minutes. Shifting his focus back, he reads the sentence again. Hm, he thinks he read an article in a journal a few weeks ago that made a reference to this topic as well, and they cited the work of another archeologist. What was the name again? The journal should be under his desk, where Sheng Zhe has organized the past year of issues of the Journal of Archeological Science. He gets down off his chair to have a look.
The door opens, and he hears two sets of footsteps enter. “Xiao Fei?” That sounds like his boyfriend’s best friend Ye Zi, so the other person must be Yo Yo. Yi Jie suppresses a surge of irritation at someone else intruding into his space, and more importantly his private space with just Sheng Zhe in it. At least the other person is his daughter, who is allowed to be here, and who is be the only other person allowed to share his Sheng Zhe.
“Xiao Fei Gege, happy birthday!” his daughter exclaims.
Happy birthday. The words seem to take some time to sink in, then hit all at once. Sheng Zhe’s birthday. Sheng Zhe’s next birthday. Sheng Zhe, who was yesterday nineteen years old. Sheng Zhe, who today must have turned twenty years old.
His head pops so quickly that he bangs his shoulder on the underside of his desk.
“Fei Sheng Zhe, today is your birthday?” he asks. There is no actual question in there, Sheng Zhe wouldn’t lie to his daughter about that. More, the question is whether Sheng Zhe had intentionally kept this from him until now.
“Yeah,” his infuriatingly adorable boyfriend replies. The smile and quirk of his eyebrows that follows is part bashful, part teasing, and oh, he is going to pay for that little trick. He points an admonishing finger at Sheng Zhe to watch the spark of fear and want appear in his eyes.
“You know that you will just end up regretting the secrets you keep from me, right?” he says, stepping around his desk. Ye Zi is already backing away, pulling Yo Yo with her. Smart girl, at least, even if she was clearly in on Sheng Zhe’s little trick.
“Xiao Fei Gege, why didn’t you tell Daddy it was your birthday? Isn’t he coming to eat cake with us?” Yo Yo asks, breaking away from Ye Zi to run over and hug Sheng Zhe’s leg. Sheng Zhe laughs and pats her head, glancing down at her quickly before his gaze finds itself unwaveringly drawn back to Yi Jie. As it should, Yi Jie thinks.
Yi Jie walks up to the two of them and leans down to make eye contact with his daughter. “Yo Yo, I need to borrow your Xiao Fei Gege while you eat cake with Miss Ye Zi, is that okay?” he asks.
“Sure!” she agrees easily. “But you have to take good care of him and let him have all the cake he wants for his birthday, okay?”
He nods and pats her on the head, then gives a very significant look to Ye Zi. The girl gulps.
“Yo Yo, let’s go eat cake!” she says, extending her hand to his daughter. Yo Yo is easily convinced and takes her hand to be led out the door.
And they are alone.
In the time he lets his boyfriend gather himself to their newfound privacy, two thoughts quickly jump through his head.
First, really, if his increasingly strained and frustrated self-restraint only had to last until Fei Sheng Zhe’s twentieth birthday, surely he should have thought to inform himself when that actually was? A glance at the clock: he’s missed eleven whole hours where he could have been kissing Fei Sheng Zhe.
And that leads on to his second question: by imposing such an arbitrary rule (to prove his commitment, really, like Yi Jie has not already started thinking about how soon he can put a ring on his boyfriend, how soon Yo Yo might start calling her Xiao Fei Gege ‘Daddy’ as well), did Juan Jie not realize that she was simply denying herself the chance to see her only son on his important birthday? Really, she should have picked some other arbitrary, unimportant date – maybe the day after his birthday, or something of the sort – there was no way he was letting Sheng Zhe leave their home at all the rest of the day. And between the stamina of a nineteen-year-old and the ardor he had been valiantly reining in until now, perhaps not even leave the bed, if he had his way.
So. Time enough for two musing questions, two looks at the past. And then there is nothing but the future where Sheng Zhe is now his, for as long as he can keep him.
“Yi Jie, I didn’t, I mean,” Sheng Zhe is smiling, helplessly fond.
“You turn twenty today,” he says. He is stepping closer to his boyfriend, drifting towards his gravitational pull.
“I do,” Sheng Zhe replies, sounding breathless.
“Then I can do this, finally, can’t I?” And he closes the last of the distance between them to finally, finally, place his lips on his boyfriend’s.
Yi Jie drove to school today, so his car is in the parking lot outside. He leads the way out, Sheng Zhe walking by his side. He can feel the looks his boyfriend levels at him, heavy with concern and anticipation and awe. Still, he cannot manage to wrap his brain around words to break the intensity of the silence between them. Words with emotions are difficult for him at the best of times; now, drowning in the heat of Sheng Zhe’s hand in his and the electric tingle that seems to be spreading over his skin, they simply refuse to come. All he can do in this moment (and barely, barely; his feet want to continue carrying him forward), is stop, and draw Sheng Zhe to him; squeeze his hand, look into his eyes, and softly brush his other hand over Sheng Zhe’s lips.
It feels almost impossible to remove his hand from Sheng Zhe’s grasp, like the pull of two magnets. Sheng Zhe seems to feel the same way, judging by the sudden spasm of fingers around his before he lets go. Still, somehow they manage to separate, and move away from each other far enough to get into the car on each side.
Yi Jie is an experienced driver, and very familiar with the commute between his flat and the university. For this, he is grateful. Otherwise, he would have to worry more for the safety of Sheng Zhe in the car with him, with how little he is able to focus on the road. The way he used to worry every time he drove little Yo Yo around; suddenly hyper-aware that there was another person depending on him to stay alive, and that them leaving him could be all his own fault.
As it is, they arrive safely at his parking space below his flat. He slots in smoothly, engages the parking brake, turns the motor off. Sheng Zhe is watching him. And then, just as he has finally put his keys in his pocket, can finally reach out and touch his boyfriend after a whole drive without, really, how could he have spent so long without touching Sheng Zhe when he was so close - Sheng Zhe darts out of the car with a laugh.
“Sheng Zhe!” he shouts, half-surprised, half-amused. His boyfriend has already slammed the passenger door shut behind him, and flashes him a grin through the window. Catch me if you can, Yi Jie reads it as, and oh. The chase is on.
He catches up to his boyfriend just as the door to the elevator is shutting. Their eyes catch, Sheng Zhe’s eyes crinkled in laughter widening into something more tender. Yi Jie finds that he, too, has been laughing at this childish run; but now as the rush of energy fades into the returning silence, he feels anything but childish. He looks at his boyfriend, and he wants.
They end up kissing in the elevator, and their fourth kiss (and oh, who is he to pretend, he definitely has been counting, but hopefully from now on there will never be another reason to keep count) makes him feel like he is on fire. What is the rest of the world, when he has Sheng Zhe in his arms, in his home with his daughter? What are dead human remains when he needs Sheng Zhe alive and warm and breathing next to him?
“Sheng Zhe,” he murmurs against his lips. He can feel the traces of his boyfriend’s smile, and the rumble against his chest as Sheng Zhe murmurs back, sounding just as awed, “Shi Yi Jie.”
It takes them a moment to realize that the elevator doors have, in fact, opened. Sheng Zhe laughs, a little, eyes crinkling up shyly. Yi Jie takes the opportunity to taste the smile on his face, like he’s wanted to for weeks now, and maneuver his boyfriend out of the elevator and into the hall. They make it a few stumbling meters down before Yi Jie is overcome again the urge to pin his boyfriend against the wall and ravish him senseless.
Somehow he is familiar enough with the door to his flat by now that he can blindly unlock and push it open. The momentum of their kisses pushes them through the threshold, still tightly holding onto each other. He kicks his shoes off, Sheng Zhe drops his backpack, and they are back to kissing like they need it to breathe, stepping blindly in a stumbling embrace.
Their movement suddenly stops, and Yi Jie realizes he has pushed his boyfriend up against the table. They pause a moment, adjusting to the new change in height. Yi Jie has to lean over more to reach, and he is struck once more by tenderness towards his shorter boyfriend. The emotion seems to carry somehow; Sheng Zhe pauses as well, brushes a hand through Yi Jie’s hair, his eyes searching. What they see in each other’s eyes seems to reassure them both, and they return to kissing.
Bedroom. That’s why he came home in the first place, isn’t it? A perfectly serviceable bedroom and sizeably comfortable bed and his boyfriend in his arms. Yi Jie drags him in the direction of the doorway, and oh, they’re here. Suddenly the knowledge that this is happening hits, and pinning his boyfriend between his arms against the door, he takes a step back.
He thinks of his question, what feels like a lifetime ago now, before he realized that he was in love with this wonderful man before him. ‘You didn’t use that thing, did you?’ he had asked about the condoms. Sheng Zhe’s startled realization of being remembered. His own surprise that somehow that chance throwaway encounter had stuck in his mind and now all of a sudden felt important, although he had not known quite why, at the time. The pang of tenderness he had felt at Sheng Zhe’s bashfulness, and the love in his interactions with Yo Yo. How weird, he thinks, that at the time he wasn’t in love with Sheng Zhe yet. How odd that he could have ever not wanted this person at his side forever.
He is still thinking of how to ask the question, when Sheng Zhe says, “I was going to tell you, but Ye Zi said to give you a surprise.” Oh, his adorable, innocent, straightforward boyfriend, who cried when he was sad and wore his heart on his sleeve. “Are you mad at me?”
Mad? How could he be mad at his impossibly lovely boyfriend before him? And no one else in the world existed, so how to be mad at anyone else? No, on this day especially of all days, there was no room in his mind for anger or disappointment.
Yi Jie leaned back, eyes still locked on his boyfriend’s, and began unbuttoning his shirt. Sheng Zhe’s hand were warm around his neck, holding him upright. “What are you doing?” he asked, but the smile on his face betrayed his anticipation of where this was possibly going.
“I didn’t get you a birthday present in time, so I’ll just have to be your gift for now,” he answered, stripping off his outer shirt and throwing it off to the side. He could find it later. “Aren’t you going to unwrap your present?”
Sheng Zhe nodded, overwhelmed. Pressing forward, he sealed his lips over Yi Jie’s once more, grabbing at the hem of his shirt to pull it over Yi Jie’s head. They made it over to collapse onto the bed, Yi Jie stripping off Sheng Zhe’s shirt in return. And yes, this was perfection at last: his boyfriend’s lips on his, their arms around each other, legs pressed together.
Well, almost perfect, he thought. One thing could be improved: he rolled them over so that he was on top, Sheng Zhe’s legs spread around his. So much lovely, beautiful skin, and so much for him to explore. He kissed along Sheng Zhe’s neck, eliciting a small gasp. That one would come in useful later, certainly. The image of biting down on his boyfriend’s neck neck to stifle grunts as he thrust into him sprang to mind.
Sheng Zhe’s chest also appeared to be quite sensitive. He licked his way down it, then came back up to suck and bite on a nipple. The hand in his hair spasmed but didn’t let go. He moved to the other one, paying the same attention to it; when he let go, the grip on his hair guided him back until he could look into Sheng Zhe’s swollen pupils. He looked awestruck, wild. Yi Jie wanted him to keep looking at him like that forever.
Slowly the grip around his hair loosened, and instead Yi Jie felt hands stroking gently along the side of his rib cage. The soft touch somehow affected him more than the most heated of kisses. Who was he, to deserve this gentle touch? What fool would he be, to ever let go of it?
“Shi Yi Jie, I’ve never done this before,” Sheng Zhe whispered, an unneeded confession. “I don’t know what to do to make you feel good.”
Inexperienced, scared of his first time, overwhelmed, and still he just wanted to make Yi Jie happy. The smile came to his face without him even thinking about it.
“I know. Just relax. It’s your birthday present, you don’t have to do any work for it. I’ll make you feel good.” Not that he’s ever done it with a man, either. Still, he slept around a fair amount before his marriage and after his divorce; and while anal sex wasn’t a common occurrence, it was definitely something he’d tried before. This was yet different, though; unlike all of those nights, this time actually mattered.
“I trust you,” Sheng Zhe says. The same words with which he chose to commit to their relationship. The same weight of responsibility for another person that Yi Jie only chooses to accept for two people in the world.
Yi Jie nods, and slowly lets himself undo Sheng Zhe’s belt, pull off his jeans. He’s never seen his bare legs before. They’re beautiful, and he wants to kiss them all over. All of Sheng Zhe is so overwhelmingly beautiful.
Sheng Zhe pulls at his belt in return, and he lets himself be coaxed into removing his trousers as well. Then he goes back to worship Sheng Zhe’s legs with his eyes, his lips, his tongue. He kisses around the fragile twist of Shang Zhe’s ankle, the arch of his feet; savours his boyfriend’s helpless giggle when he finds a ticklish spot. He lets his nails scrape up Sheng Zhe’s gasp and waits for a response to the slight pain. Sheng Zhe does not disappoint: he gasps, sharply, head thrown back with abandon. The inside of the knee is kissed next, then licking up the inside thigh; a sudden bite to the join at the top of the thigh finally drags an audible moan out of his boyfriend.
Where he really wants to tease is right there, just in front of him; but he hasn’t acquainted himself with Sheng Zhe’s other leg, yet, so for now he contents himself with enjoying Sheng Zhe’s second moan as he breathes warm air over his clothed crotch. By the time he has kissed his way back down Sheng Zhe’s left leg, his boyfriend’s pupils are completely blown, mouth trembling.
“I want to, can I,” his boyfriend gasps, reaching out towards Yi Jie’s crotch. His arm is trembling, and it knocks accidentally against Yi Jie’s clothed dick. The sudden contact, minimal though it is, is enough for Yi Jie to realize that he is already mostly hard, just from worshipping his boyfriend’s legs. He stands up off the bed. Sheng Zhe sits up on the edge of the bed to watch. Enjoying the unwavering, admiring gaze his boyfriend keeps trained on him, he lowers his underpants, letting his dick hang out.
Sheng Zhe pushes off the bed, and suddenly is there kneeling between his legs, mouth close enough that Yi Jie can feel the puff of his breaths on his dick. He peeks up at Yi Jie through his eyelashes. “I want to try sucking your dick; can I?”
Helplessly, Yi Jie nods, and reaches a trembling hand out to rummage through the nightstand drawer and draw out condoms and a tube of lube. Somehow, he had thought that his desire to fuck this man was already impossible to bear; now, the image of his boyfriend kneeling between his legs, asking in that forthright manner of his to suck his dick, virginal and trusting, will probably forever be enough to get him slightly hard.
Sheng Zhe tears off a condom, opens up the foil package, takes out the transparent rubber. He looks at it, then at Yi Jie’s dick, then up at Yi Jie. “I’ve never put a condom on before. I don’t know how to do it,” he admits, sounding sheepish.
Yi Jie takes the condom from him and rolls it down his dick in a practiced motion. He reached down to ruffle Sheng Zhe’s hair. “Little brat, how are you so unbearably adorable?”
Sheng Zhe meets his eyes, and, not looking away for a moment, lowers his mouth onto Yi Jie’s dick. The sudden warm pressure draws a groan from him, as Sheng Zhe starts to bob his head up and down. The motion is enthusiastic, if a bit inexperienced: the grip of his mouth around him is a bit looser than his preference, and the rhythm he starts to set is irregular. Still, this is Sheng Zhe with his mouth around him, with his eyes closed in pleasure, kneeling at his feet; just that is enough to have him embarrassingly close to the edge very quickly.
He pulls his boyfriend off his dick by the hair. There is a line of drool at one corner of Sheng Zhe’s mouth, and his eyes have watered from the times he went too deep and almost choked. He is absolutely beautiful.
Yi Jie pulls him up off the floor, and holds him there in front of him for a moment. Drinks in the sight of his boyfriend. The wave of tenderness that threatens to drown him pulls him forward, placing a soft kiss on Sheng Zhe’s lips. Then he is back to his goal.
He reaches out a hand to play with the band of Sheng Zhe’s underpants. “I’m going to take your underpants off,” he announces, waiting for a response. Sheng Zhe nods, eyes wide. His eyes go even wider as Yi Jie sinks to his knees and pulls his underpants down, planting soft kisses all over the newly revealed skin except where he most wants to be touched.
Yi Jie stands up again, and pushes Sheng Zhe back onto the bed, landing on top of him. “Sheng Zhe, Sheng Zhe ah, do you want me to make love to you?” His boyfriend stills a moment, then nods eagerly. His arms come up to wrap around Yi Jie’s torso and hug him close.
“Shi Yi Jie. I’ve been thinking about it since my mom told you to wait until my twentieth birthday. I’ve even practiced. Please, make love to me,” he whispers into Yi Jie’s ear.
Well fuck. The sudden pulse of delirious arousal leaves him dizzy; he waits a second for his head to clear and laughs. “Little brat, you’re going to give me a heart attack if you talk to me like that all of a sudden.”
He looks at Sheng Zhe spread out before him, vulnerable, trusting. His boyfriend’s dick is hard, curving back against his stomach where he lies against the bed. Yi Jie places his nose at the crease of his thighs, breathes in deep to smell him. He’d never considered sex with a man before meeting Sheng Zhe, but the smell is perfect (because it’s him, it’s him, he’s perfect). Yi Jie feels almost self-conscious about the experimental way he licks the dick near his mouth. Sheng Zhe had thrown himself in, unabashedly, enthusiastic, and Yi Jie for all his talk about being absolutely certain and not letting any of them have any doubts, does not throw himself with the same wild abandon. There is nothing different about it, though. It is just skin, slightly warmer than the rest of Sheng Zhe’s body, and soft and delicate like the usually clothed top of his thighs.
Sheng Zhe lets out a gasp at the touch, and his hips press upwards, searching. Yi Jie wraps his lips fully around the tip and sucks in. Sheng Zhe moans at the sensation. Yi Jie glances up from his exploration to find his boyfriend watching him, eyes glassy and lips trembling. He lowers his mouth further, watches Sheng Zhe’s lips part wider in a look of awe.
Shi Yi Jie, please, I want you to try down here.” He feels his boyfriend’s hand tug at his hair, lifting him away from the dick in his mouth. Sheng Zhe spreads his legs wider, lifts his hips up, and lets his hands drift down to hold his butt cheeks apart. When Yi Jie can finally tear his eyes away from the most erotic picture he has ever seen in his life, his boyfriend’s face is flushed completely red, but Sheng Zhe still meets his gaze, frank, brave, unwavering trust.
How could he have ever thought that what he felt for Zhou Xin Ru was anything close to love?
He looks at Sheng Zhe’s asshole, and considers. In the past, some of his lovers had said it was nice, but he’d never seen the point; plus it always seemed like it would project too much interest if he let himself do something so unhygienic with someone he never cared to see again. Now, with Sheng Zhe spread out before him, all he wants to do is make his boyfriend feel good: he places his mouth over his boyfriend’s asshole, and licks.
“Shi Yi Jie!” The exclamation is both surprise and scolding. “Down there, you don’t have to!”
“Sheng Zhe, don’t you know by now that I only do things that I want to do?” he answers, and sets to the task of rimming his boyfriend.
By the time he feels like he has made a pretty good beginning of a list of sounds Sheng Zhe makes when he gets eaten out and that it is time to try using his fingers too, Sheng Zhe’s skin is warm and soft, and just a slight bit sweaty. He has thrown one arm over his head to block the light to his eyes, and his other hand is softly lying on Yi Jie’s head, not gripping or guiding, just there as if to feel the motions that Yi Jie is making, as if Sheng Zhe, too, can’t bear to not be touching as much of his boyfriend as possible.
Shi Yi Jie reaches over to the nightstand, picks up the bottle of lube. The stuff is cold and sticky on his hands, and he feels tender enough that he rubs his fingers together for a moment to try and warm it up before placing one finger against his entrance.
“Is this okay?” he asks. Sheng Zhe nods urgently. His arms slipping down to grip Shi Yi Jie’s shoulders, then the bedsheets. Shi Yi Jie’s finger slips in fairly easily, lube slicking the way to make it easier. The pressure around the tip of his index is warm and soft. He leans over to kiss his boyfriend once more.
They keep kissing as he adds another finger. In the weeks before Sheng Zhe’s birthday, he had read some about gay sex, had tried watching gay porn; really it had done nothing for him since what he always ended up having to picture to finally get off was the memory of Sheng Zhe’s flushed face, leaning in towards him to kiss. Still, it had helped him to know what supplies he would need, and some of the differences in anatomy and practices with a man. He knows enough, at least, to know that there is something he is looking for. He knows he has found it when Sheng Zhe jerks, suddenly, uncontrollably, a groan falling from his lips. He tests it again, stroking over the slight bump of muscle he can feel against his fingers, and this time is rewarded with an actual moan.
“So cute, ah, Sheng Zhe, do you know what you do to me,” he breathes, watching his boyfriend’s face twist in pleasure. Sheng Zhe watches him back wordlessly, legs twitching and breath catching with every pass over his prostate. “I’m not sure how much longer I can hold myself back.”
Sheng Zhe releases his tight grip of the sheets below him, to caress Yi Jie’s cheek softly. “Then don’t,” he says. Then, when Yi Jie doesn’t react immediately, “Shi Yi Jie. I want you. I want my first time to be with you, and I want every time after that to be with you, forever.”
And that is it for Yi Jie’s willpower. Also, possibly, his higher mental functions. He realizes that he never removed the condom Sheng Zhe had used to suck him off, so he jacks himself back to full hardness and replaces it, a bit sloppy with haste. He returns himself to his position between Sheng Zhe’s legs, puts one hand in Sheng Zhe’s, partly pinning him to the bed. The other hand, he uses to guide his dick to Sheng Zhe’s waiting entrance.
The pressure is warm and tight and good, and Sheng Zhe’s whine of satisfaction is actually perfect. He brings his other hand up to hold Sheng Zhe’s hand too, then pulls slightly out before pushing back in. The friction feels amazing. His boyfriend is looking up at him breathlessly, small noises at the back of his throat escaping with every thrust. Yi Jie leans down to kiss his boyfriend. He wants to touch his boyfriend everywhere. Now, in this moment, he wants them to melt into each other, so that there is no part of him that is not also part of Sheng Zhe.
He feels it is slightly unfair, really, that he is so close so quickly, just from thrusting inside of his boyfriend. Sheng Zhe on the other hand seems overwhelmed and filled with pleasure, but not struggling to hold back orgasm like him. Really, the tables need to be evened. Yi Jie licks his own palm, then wraps it around Sheng Zhe’s dick. The encouraging noise he gets has him speeding up his pace, with a little twist at the top, like he would do if he were jerking off his own dick.
Both of them have been waiting for too long for this day to last very long. “Shi Yi Jie, please, I’m going to come, is that okay?” his boyfriend gasps out. Yi Jie nods, leaning down to kiss him.
“I’m close too, I want to watch you come while I’m inside you,” he manages to get out. Sheng Zhe nods, then bats Yi Jie’s hand away to palm his own dick, setting a pace that is slightly different from the one Shi Yi Jie was using. His face scrunches up, a second, two, three, then he groans. Shi Yi Jie can feel the contraction of his muscles from his orgasm around his dick, and the sensation coupled with how close he was is enough for him to orgasm as well. The sensation travels through him, uncontrolled; he is gasping almost as much as Sheng Zhe as his thrusts go erratic, then finally stop.
He pulls out gingerly, a bit oversensitive from one of the strongest orgasms of his life. He rolls the condom off his dick, ties it off, and throws it in the bin by his bedside. Sheng Zhe is watching him, dark eyes wide with emotion. His legs have closed, but he is still completely bare except for his socks, and he has made no effort to wipe the semen off of his dick. Yi Jie flops back down on the bed, the side of his body pressed up again his boyfriend’s.
“Sheng Zhe, you’re going to kill me at this rate. Only our first time, and already I never want to let you leave this room,” he says, breaking the silence that had suddenly felt intense, meaningful.
Sheng Zhe giggles. “What about Yo Yo, then? And how am I going to cook for you if I can’t go into the kitchen?”
Yi Jie considers. It is a serious dilemma. He thinks of the image of Sheng Zhe in an apron, of Sheng Zhe waiting for him at home with a hot cooked meal and Yo Yo back from school, happy and cared for. He thinks of the places he wants to take his boyfriend, where he can show him off and lay claim to him. He thinks of their future together, him and Sheng Zhe and Yo Yo.
“Fine them. You can leave the bed. But you can never leave Yo Yo and me.” He intends for his tone to come out teasing, like the grumpy and spoilt boyfriend he is; instead, something in his tone shifts halfway through into a plea.
Sheng Zhe takes his hand, places it over his heart. Yi Jie can feel his boyfriend’s heartbeat; steady, soothing, slightly accelerated from the vigorous activity they just had. “Never,” he promises, and Yi Jie’s own heart soars.