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Chu Wanning grips the handle of the shopping basket. “Which brand?” he asks tersely.
Taxian-jun leans close, his lips brushing Chu Wanning’s ear. “Just pick one, baobei,” he whispers, and nips gently at his earlobe. “People are watching.”
Chu Wanning refuses to react. He grabs a can and places it in his basket.
Taxian-jun moves back, hooking a finger under the collar around Chu Wanning’s neck. Shameless! He tugs, and Chu Wanning follows after him, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
The next aisle they visit is deserted, thankfully. Chu Wanning looks at Taxian-jun, waiting for his next order.
“One pound of green beans,” Taxian-jun says, smiling. Somehow, he manages to make it sound dirty.
Chu Wanning gets a bag and starts to place beans into it.
He doesn’t notice Taxian-jun coming up behind him until something hard is pressing against his ass.
“Mo Ran,” he gasps, indignant.
“Wanning,” Taxian-jun rumbles back, hands coming up to rest on Chu Wanning’s hips. “Continue.”
Chu Wanning forces himself to obey.
Taxian-jun’s cock nudges against him. The hands on his waist feel like fire. The plug inside him feels like it’s rubbing at every sensitive spot he has.
Finally, the scale reads one pound. Chu Wanning ties off the bag and sets it in the basket. He doesn’t let his hands wobble.
“Now to check out,” Taxian-jun whispers, squeezing Chu Wanning’s hips before moving just enough to let him step away from the display. “Careful what you say.”
Chu Wanning holds his head high and leads them to the cashier. Behind him, Taxian-jun follows, an ever-present shadow.