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Unlike the others in Yan City, Fei Du rather likes it when there is a ghost or a demon wreaking havoc. It is a nuisance, yes, but trouble always begets more trouble, the latter which comes in the form of a cultivator that claims he’s still rogue, despite firmly setting down roots in the city. As the only son of one of the city’s sect leaders, Fei Du is almost always guaranteed a visit from this cultivator after they extinguish some monstrosity together.
Today is no different. In fact, today may be even more fun because in the most recent hunt, Fei Du was rather inconveniently injured while expelling a particularly nasty demon. The family physician has ordered bedrest for two weeks after looking over his injuries, given how fierce the fight had been. That was four days ago.
This counts as bedrest too, Fei Du reasons with himself as a round of laughter echoes throughout the private room. He took his medicine before he left, and the divan he’s sprawled on is softer than his own bed. Plus he’s remained fed and watered, albeit with rich meats and wine, and he’s not straining himself, which is why he has one lovely courtesan feeding him and another one holding up his pipe for him.
His friends, ever so interested in ensuring his robust health, are here as well, sharing stories and laughter and awful songs that would crumble the ears of lesser men. Silk and gauze float free from the ceiling, entertaining with the scent of heavy perfume. Had Fei Du’s father been in any health whatsoever, he would have had a conniption.
More importantly, there’s someone else that will fly into an even larger rage, a rage that will bring no dearth of entertainment. It’s the same person that had dragged Fei Du out from the rubble of the house the demon had brought down around the two of them when they had been battling it side by side. It’s the same person that has been simultaneously fighting with, nagging, and eventually fighting alongside Fei Du since his mother’s death. It’s—
“FEI DU!” comes the lion’s roar, the wood of the doors protesting as they’re shoved open ferociously, making way for a seething figure.
The madam of the house rushes in afterwards with a thousand apologies, and Fei Du just gives her a genial smile and a wink before turning towards the intruder. The girl playing the pipa in the corner starts to strum a new song, something less sultry and more romantic, and the intruder curses.
“Gege,” Fei Du says, saccharinely sweet and the intruder looks like he’s about to bend down and strangle him.
“What are you scoundrels looking at?” The intruder barks to the room at large, and a few of Fei Du’s friends snicker before returning back to their festivities once they recognize who it is. Unlike the others dressed in their rich and ornamental robes, this intruder is dressed in simple, dark clothing that only serves to accentuate the broad lines of his body. “And you, you little whelp. Show me some respect!”
“Shixiong,” Fei Du happily corrects himself, drawing out the syllables just to make Luo Wenzhou’s eye twitch. “It’s so good to see you.”
“Like hell it is,” Luo Wenzhou says darkly. He marches over to where Fei Du sits and looks pointedly to one of the courtesans. Fei Du presses a kiss to their cheek and tells them to move over, and Luo Wenzhou looks like he’s ready to commit murder.
“Just in time,” Fei Du purrs as Luo Wenzhou plonks down with little ceremony, sitting crossed legged across from him. “I was wondering who to take for the night.”
It’s a bald-faced lie. Fei Du has been betting on Luo Wenzhou showing up to his mansion and discovering that Fei Du had not only woken up, but absconded from his family compound. He also expected Luo Wenzhou to hunt him down and chew his ear off. And if neither of that had happened, the only thing Fei Du had planned to do was drink himself into a dreamless sleep.
He likes this better; the opportunity to continue their cat and mouse game.
“Your physician said you need bedrest,” Luo Wenzhou says, ignoring his flirting and picking up Fei Du’s cup on the small table between them. He carelessly pours himself some of the wine, and Fei Du watches while he himself takes a slow drag from the proffered pipe. “Even Tao Ran was worried about you, and here you are, running around like it’s nothing!”
Tao Ran had been by to visit Fei Du in the afternoon, and had wanted to immediately tell Luo Wenzhou when he saw Fei Du was awake. Fei Du managed to convince him to keep a lid on it lest the mother hen lose all his feathers over it.
And anyways, as lovely as Tao Ran is, Fei Du’s tastes have shifted. It’s not the sweet-natured man’s concern that he seeks anymore.
“Is this not a bed?” Fei Du says and when Luo Wenzhou simply glares at him, he turns the question to the companion holding his pipe for him.
“Of course it is,” comes the simpering, giggling reply and Fei Du revels in the way Luo Wenzhou looks murderous.
“Let’s see if I care about your well-being ever again,” Luo Wenzhou complains, drinking a little more wine. “It’s time for you to come home, Fei Du. Enough of this nonsense.”
It tickles Fei Du, how Luo Wenzhou alternates between acting like a belligerent father, a nagging mother, and now, an angry wife. It’s perhaps the last one that he likes the most, and he always likes to egg it on as much as possible.
Fei Du smiles at Luo Wenzhou, a faint, sly thing that has the other man clenching his fist. He gives the appearance of deep contemplation for a moment, tapping a lithe finger against thin lips.
“You are rather convincing,” Fei Du says finally, and Luo Wenzhou narrows his eyes, accurately estimating Fei Du is up to something. Fei Du rummages within the folds of his robes, and picks out a tiny silk pouch. He had relieved it off Zhou Huaxin half a shichen ago, winning a very predictable bet. “Successfully so, even.”
He tosses it towards Luo Wenzhou; the man’s capable hand snatches it out from mid-air. He squawks when he opens it and sees the small ingots inside.
“What’s this?” Luo Wenzhou frowns.
“For service,” Fei Du says as he reclines back against the cushions, his body one long, elegant line clad in dark blues and golds. The soft sash around his waist pinches the rich fabrics neatly, emphasizing his slender figure. Smoke from his pipe drifts hazily in front of him, and his ink-spill hair is artfully draped over one side of his shoulder. He leisurely opens his fan, purely to peer playfully at Luo Wenzhou, eyes turning into crescent moons.
“Service?” Luo Wenzhou repeats, and Fei Du nods.
“Mn,” he replies easily. “Yours.”
It takes Luo Wenzhou a moment to get it. When he does, enough steam to make a hot spring jealous billows out of his ears as his face contorts briefly into anger. But surprisingly, Luo Wenzhou doesn’t roar out Fei Du’s name, or reach over the table to box him around his ears.
Instead, an unfamiliar resolve crosses his face; Luo Wenzhou simply grunts a moment later as his expression relaxes into something neutral. He briskly makes a rude gesture towards Fei Du, then tucks the small purse away within his own pockets. Fei Du watches the movement like a hawk.
Interesting.
“I won’t be a hard customer to please, shixiong,” Fei Du says, the lamplight glinting in his mischievous eyes. “I am a simple man with simple tastes for his pleasures.”
Entirely affronted, Luo Wenzhou mutters, “You’re a simple nuisance” before he hauls to his feet. Fei Du hides his smile. If that is the best Luo Wenzhou can come up with, then Fei Du has already won.
(Or so he tells himself.
In honesty, the feeling of victory isn’t as prevalent when he watches Luo Wenzhou’s back retreat, shoulders square as he walks away with purpose.
Instead, Fei Du feels like he’s perhaps prodded a tiger.)
Once Luo Wenzhou left, the luster of the evening had dimmed, and even drinking himself into a deep sleep within a room that smelled like sandalwood and lilies lost its appeal. So Fei Du had decided to go back to his own home for the rest of the evening.
It’s where the night finds him now, perched in front of his mirror as he prepares for bed. He’s long dismissed his servants, and he sits in a thin white robe as he works a jade comb through his hair. Now that he’s home, his body feels the strain of having moved so much, but the simple ache is worth being able to have seen his favourite person.
Not that Luo Wenzhou ever believes him when he calls him such. He always gives Fei Du a toothy snarl instead and tells him to stop fooling around, that he’s an adult man with responsibilities now and not the snot-nosed fourteen year old that had once been found on the front steps of his family compound by a young and arrogantly brash cultivator, new to the city.
He’s not sure when he shifted from having a childish crush on Tao Ran, to having an entirely adult fascination with Luo Wenzhou. It is one of the greater mysteries of his life, one that he likes to pretend isn’t simply answered by the fact that time and time again, Luo Wenzhou has put himself in harm’s way to yank Fei Du out of trouble, no matter how many times he promises Fei Du it’ll be the last time.
Fei Du just tells himself it’s because Luo Wenzhou is good looking. The roguish bastard has always been incredibly handsome in a way Fei Du has always contemplated entertaining, had they not constantly been tarrying like cat and dog. He pulls the comb through his pitch-black hair once again, humming gently as he does so.
In the distance, there’s a clatter and a shout, and Fei Du freezes. There’s more of a commotion, and his body starts to tense and turns towards the noise.
His body is physically exhausted, but not torn up or broken. However, his meridians were almost completely destroyed in the last fight, and Fei Du doesn’t know if he can afford more combat. Not in this state, not when the wine still has him a little sluggish, especially paired with the hot bath he took when he returned.
There’s no one else in the compound either, save for a few servants and one lone guard, who seems to be doing a lot of shouting. Fei Du hasn’t cared much for the security of his manor. The power of the Fei clan centers in another more lively version of one of his properties; he only comes here for peace and quiet. The only other living being here is his father, trapped in an eternal limbo of darkness, neither here nor there. And if anyone were to hurt or kill Fei Chengyu while trying to ransack this old, crumbling compound, Fei Du might send them gold in thanks.
Slowly, he rises, and approaches his door, frowning as he presses his ear against it. He hears some more shouting, but recognizes the cadence of one of the voices all too well. Fei Du’s eyes widen and his hands pause on the door. It takes a few more moments before he smiles to himself and reverts back to his easy, affluent demeanor.
Pretending he’s been woken from some deep slumber, Fei Du opens the doors with a dramatic yawn, scanning the courtyard lazily before his eyes land on the figure currently bullying the poor guard.
“Shixiong,” Fei Du calls out, and the two tussling figures immediately stop at the sound of his voice.
His guard immediately goes rigid and bows deeply.
“Apologies, Master Fei,” the guard says. “This one wasn’t able to stop this… this… he jumped over the walls when I didn’t let him through the doors!”
Fei Du barely conceals an undignified snort at that as Luo Wenzhou folds his arms over his chest defiantly.
“I told him that you had requested my presence,” Luo Wenzhou says, and Fei Du’s eyebrows pinch.
“For what?”
“Service,” Luo Wenzhou replies, so blatant and shameless that Fei Du is stunned into temporary silence.
Ah.
Right.
Service.
Fei Du dismisses the guard with a reassurance that he still has his job, and opens the door wider so that Luo Wenzhou can step in. The man brushes past Fei Du and looks around the relatively simple room with the same expression he has on his face every time he’s gearing up to nag Fei Du about one thing or another.
“So you finally took your doctor’s words seriously and came back, huh?” Luo Wenzhou says, picking up the comb from the high table and inspecting it in the lamplight. It’s a simple comb with a good luck charm for studies carved into the side, and Fei Du wonders why Luo Wenzhou keeps pretending that he wasn’t the one to secretly slip Fei Du the gift for his birthday years ago.
“The company wore thin,” Fei Du says easily as Luo Wenzhou continues to putter around. Batting his eyelashes he says, “Are you planning to rob me? I’ve told you before, you can have anything you like of mine, shixiong.”
Just to bother Luo Wenzhou, Fei Du stealthily approaches him from the back, and loops an arm around Luo Wenzhou’s waist. He props his chin up on Luo Wenzhou’s shoulder and tilts his head, looking at him innocently. “Anything.”
This little game that Fei Du likes to play is mostly one-sided. Most of the time when Fei Du flirts with him, Luo Wenzhou likes to pretend he’s nothing more than an annoying fly. Every now and then, Luo Wenzhou will bite back with something equally challenging, and something electric will pass between the two of them before Luo Wenzhou coughs and devolves into haraunging Fei Du again.
Fei Du expects Luo Wenzhou to shove him off, or at least flick the side of his head. If not that, then Luo Wenzhou should at least pause and get a little flustered at Fei Du’s words. Instead, the scoundrel huffs at Fei Du and slides his shoulder out from under his chin. In one smooth movement, Luo Wenzhou turns them around, and Fei Du finds himself pressed against the table.
It catches him by surprise. Luo Wenzhou knows that it does, but he doesn’t give Fei Du a smug look. Instead, he settles his hands on Fei Du’s narrow waist and gives him a searching look.
“You should have waited for me when you had woken up,” Luo Wenzhou says bluntly, squeezing Fei Du’s waist. A small shiver runs through Fei Du, but he manages to tamp it down. He places a coy hand on Luo Wenzhou’s chest, but Luo Wenzhou cuts him off before he can speak. “You don’t look as bad as you did when I pulled you out.”
“Ah,” Fei Du grimaces as Luo Wenzhou plucks his hand off and presses a thumb against his wrist. “My physical injuries were minimal.”
“Good,” Luo Wenzhou murmurs, his eyes drifting towards the way his rough hands dwarf Fei Du’s elegant wrists. “You still need to be on bedrest.”
“Only if you join,” Fei Du half jokes, and Luo Wenzhou’s eyes snap up to meet his. They’re dark and roiling, and Luo Wenzhou is immediately admonishing.
“You need to stop treating your life like a joke,” Luo Wenzhou says and to that, Fei Du is momentarily floored. Luo Wenzhou has told this to him many times, increasingly so as Fei Du selects to go on more and more dangerous night hunts. But it has never been in this manner, never in a way that sounds like he means it genuinely. His words have never had the undercurrent of a plea beneath them like this before.
Fei Du swallows lightly, and wriggles his wrist out of Luo Wenzhou’s grasp. He tries to move, but Luo Wenzhou keeps him trapped and he lets out an awkward laugh.
“Shixiong…” he starts, resting his hands on Luo Wenzhou’s biceps. He remembers, faintly, Luo Wenzhou running to the nearest physician with Fei Du in his arms, while Fei Du slipped in and out of consciousness. Anguished strings of curses and swear words, hands that refused to let go of Fei Du until the doctor pried them off.
Luo Wenzhou had told him in one of his more saline moments that if Fei Du were to die on him, he would drag him out from the depths of hell, just to kill him himself. The words had echoed dully throughout his dreams for the three days he had been unconscious.
The atmosphere suddenly feels oppressively heavy. Fei Du doesn’t let it show on his face, keeping his pleasant smile plastered on as Luo Wenzhou tells him, “You never take anything seriously, do you?”
Fei Du laughs again, albeit a little more nervously as one of Luo Wenzhou’s hands slides from his waist around to his back, settling on his lower back. Fei Du tries to side step and Luo Wenzhou stops him, taking another step into his personal space so that they’re pressed together in a long line.
“Where are you going?” Luo Wenzhou murmurs, and Fei Du pauses. “Did you not want a service? What did you make a big show for, back there?”
A thumb presses a circle into his lower back, and Fei Du subconsciously leans into the touch before he catches himself. Their game has never led them this far; Fei Du never assumed that it would. Not because Luo Wenzhou is some unassuming, abstinent, virtuous man. And Fei Du has caught him looking, more often than not. But Luo Wenzhou is often all bluster when it comes to Fei Du. He certainly didn’t expect it now, when Luo Wenzhou is mad at him.
He then realizes something, and tilts his head as coquettishly as possible.
“Are you that determined to keep me in one place?” Fei Du replies with his own question, his voice barely wavering. Luo Wenzhou exhales out his own short laugh, before leaning in to whisper into Fei Du’s ear.
“Two weeks of bedrest,” Luo Wenzhou says, voice dark. He does not sound like he’s trying to be seductive; no, Luo Wenzhou talks like he already knows what effect he has. “I’ll see to it.”
With that, he brushes his lips gently over Fei Du’s earlobe. Fei Du inhales and turns his head on instinct, baring his neck. Luo Wenzhou presses his lips there too, and Fei Du realizes that something has been put out there between them, something he cannot take back.
Something too, he realizes as Luo Wenzhou presses another kiss to his neck, that is still a challenge.
Luo Wenzhou tugs at the collar of his robe so that he can skim his teeth over the crook of Fei Du’s neck and bite down gently, eliciting a sharp, unexpected gasp from Fei Du. Luo Wenzhou draws back and now, he looks smug.
“I already spent your silver,” he says, smiling crookedly and Fei Du is tempted to make a joke about Luo Wenzhou’s general income, but instead he pushes off the table. This time, Luo Wenzhou lets him move, albeit keeping a hold on Fei Du.
“Fine,” Fei Du says as he starts to walk them back, gathering his wits about him. His skin sears where Luo Wenzhou had touched it just lightly. He’s eager to see if the man will see the rest through. “I did use a lot of money to get you for the night. Might as well make the most of it.”
“So reckless,” Luo Wenzhou says, and his hand slides down over the curve of Fei Du’s rear, just as they reach the bed. The rough squeeze Fei Du gets makes him let out another amused sound, and he pushes Luo Wenzhou down by the shoulders.
This, they both have expertise on, but Fei Du has refinement. Luo Wenzhou sits down on the edge of his bed and Fei Du immediately nudges his own leg between Luo Wenzhou’s, bearing down on him till Luo Wenzhou is on his back.
He wants to kiss him. Properly. But Fei Du wants to annoy him too, wants to get him riled up and heated, wants Luo Wenzhou to admit defeat.
So instead he openly gropes at Luo Wenzhou’s chest, lean fingers tugging at his robe so that he can skitter his hands across Luo Wenzhou’s sunkissed skin. The muscle is firm there, and Fei Du leans down, kissing Luo Wenzhou’s neck in a mimic of what the other man had done.
“You’re going to like it,” Fei Du purrs into Luo Wenzhou’s ear, smoothing his hands down the front of his chest. “Trust in my technique.”
Unfortunately, it does not work the way he wants it to. As soon as he presses a palm against Luo Wenzhou, the man’s hazy expression immediately sharpens, his mouth falling into a crooked grin. It is then that Fei Du realizes that perhaps, he actually has fallen into a trap. The realization comes a fraction too late though, because his world tilts and he finds himself on his back, Luo Wenzhou peering down at him with an amused look.
“I think you may be mistaken about what role you get to play, Master Fei,” Luo Wenzhou says, promptly bracketing Fei Du’s head with his forearms.
“Hey now…” Fei Du says, the same creeping feeling he had when he watched Luo Wenzhou leave the brothel come back to him. Luo Wenzhou’s eyes drift down his body and he hums, placing one of his large paws on Fei Du’s waist. He tugs at the thin cloth tie, undoing it completely.
“I told you,” Luo Wenzhou says, not a trace of bluster in his tone. “I’ll see to it that you can’t leave your bed till you’re healed.”
Fei Du’s clothes have enough dignity to at least keep him partially covered, but his robe starts to fall apart at the chest. Luo Wenzhou places his hand on Fei Du’s abdomen and drags it upwards, his palm heated and rough. Fei Du barely represses a shiver.
“What— ah, what about all those morals you’re always lecturing me about?” Fei Du says, and Luo Wenzhou laughs in a way that has him losing some of the strength in his knees.
“Did you ever listen to me to begin with?” he asks, and Fei Du opens his mouth to return with a smart-ass answer. But then Luo Wenzhou leans down to properly kiss him, and Fei Du momentarily loses track of everything.
For someone who is a total brute, Luo Wenzhou kisses in a rather lush manner. His lips are surprisingly soft against Fei Du’s and he takes advantage of Fei Du’s gasp to playfully lick his bottom lip. Fei Du makes a sound and Luo Wenzhou swallows it down in the kiss that is quickly proving to be very devilish.
They’ve crossed a line. Fei Du can discern as much. But it feels natural now, to have Luo Wenzhou against him. It feels like this is how it should have always been.
When he tilts his head, Fei Du is rewarded with the kiss deepening and the hot touch of Luo Wenzhou’s tongue against his own. They slide against each other, each trying to overpower the other and much to Fei Du’s dismay, it’s Luo Wenzhou that ultimately wins.
The kiss turns consuming, and Fei Du’s robes are tugged at again, till more of his front is exposed. Luo Wenzhou takes advantage of it, running his hands, squeezing and pressing everywhere on Fei Du’s bare torso as he can. He pinches one of the more sensitive areas on Fei Du’s chest, and Fei Du’s own hands shoot up to Luo Wenzhou’s cinch.
He unhooks it deftly, tossing it to the side with a clatter. He senses Luo Wenzhou about to complain, but he presses his head upwards for another kiss as he slides his own hands past the folds of Luo Wenzhou’s robes. The other man doesn’t act with as much dignity as Fei Du does, and starts to tug off his own shirts.
Soon, the upper half of the body that bears down against Fei Du is naked. Luo Wenzhou is a solid wall against him, all bulk and muscle, and Fei Du can feel the heat radiate off him. Luo Wenzhou kisses him firmly one more time before starting a trail down his neck, his lips wet as he presses them against Fei Du’s skin.
A hand reaches down and grabs Fei Du’s thigh, hitching it up around Luo Wenzhou’s hip. It kneads at the muscle there, and Fei Du’s robes start to ride up. It doesn’t feel vulnerable exactly, but it does feel like Luo Wenzhou is gaining the upper hand.
“Shixiong,” Fei Du tries to call as Luo Wenzhou sucks a trail of marks across the span of his chest, each bruise light and teasing. “Isn’t this a little too…?”
He trails off, and Luo Wenzhou looks up at him through his lashes from where he’s been working on Fei Du’s chest.
“Are you scared?” Luo Wenzhou asks in a mockingly-concerned voice. “It’s ok, it’s normal to be nervous during your first time. But I’ll make it good, I promise. Trust in my technique.”
Fei Du rolls his eyes, and starts to speak. “Let me do the work, Shixiong, the elderly shouldn’t—”
For his troubles and magnanimity, Fei Du is flipped over, his mind taking a moment to catch up with his body as he finds himself with a mouthful of silk. He’s barely got a moment to push himself up onto his elbows before Luo Wenzhou is draping over his back and sinking his weight down, slowly grinding against Fei Du’s ass. Fei Du sucks in a sharp breath at the sensation and when he tries to push back, Luo Wenzhou simply pins him down with a more forceful roll of his hips.
A hand reaches up to wrap around Fei Du’s neck, and a sudden jolt of pleasure shoots through him, at the mere thought of it constricting. Sure enough, when it squeezes, Fei Du cannot help but let out another soft sound. He’s rewarded with a sharp nip at his ear before Luo Wenzhou is turning his head sideways, and pulling them both into a sloppy kiss.
“You’re careless when you fight,” Luo Wenzhou says against his lips, squeezing Fei Du’s throat again when he tries to retort. “You can’t go around pretending it doesn’t matter if you live or not.”
Fei Du makes a strangled sound at that, his chest feeling like it’s fallen into a strange swoop. But Luo Wenzhou doesn’t let him rest in the statement, continuing to kiss him in a way that’s both aggressive and encompassing. This is a little unexpected because it feels less like something Fei Du has lusted for, and more like something he has longed after.
Thankfully, Luo Wenzhou ruts against Fei Du again, making his mind blank out with the weight of it. The other man is already half-hard. Good, Fei Du thinks, because he himself has started to drip, and it’d be too gauche if he was the only one affected. Luo Wenzhou shoves up Fei Du’s robes and rustles around behind him for a moment, and then Fei Du can feel the full length of him between his legs.
It’s dry but the friction is still hot, and Fei Du feels the last hopes of taking over fetter away as Luo Wenzhou truly makes his presence known. His eyes flutter shut and finally, Fei Du allows Luo Wenzhou to completely pull him under his control.
It is not fair that this man who Fei Du takes pride in plaguing, can take him apart like he’s nothing.
He clings, his arms draped around Luo Wenzhou’s shoulders as he sits in his lap, trying to move against the hands gripping him, just to be difficult.
Luo Wenzhou squeezes his rear hard, holding him in place as he rolls his hips up. The flesh looks like dough, getting kneaded between long and capable fingers that took way too long to prepare Fei Du. Fei Du had done both of them a favour by pointing out where he kept his special oils and in return, Luo Wenzhou had thanked him by pinning him down by the back of his neck and sliding his hand in between his legs.
It had been entirely too gentle in the beginning for Fei Du’s liking, but Luo Wenzhou apparently did not want to be entirely uncouth and injure him any further. Fei Du had complained about how slow it was and Luo Wenzhou had threatened him if he didn’t shut up.
Interested in what his punishment would be, Fei Du didn’t shut up. Luo Wenzhou had flipped him over, and taken him in his mouth as he slid his fingers back in at the same time. Fei Du had arched off his bed and finished so quickly that he didn’t even have time to warn Luo Wenzhou. It didn’t matter because the other man had swallowed him down until he was squirming with over-sensitivity, not quite feeling like he was exactly chastised.
Until, of course, Luo Wenzhou had hauled him up, kissing him thoroughly as he ripped off Fei Du’s sleeping robes for good. Fei Du was unable to resist, and realized what the actual punishment was— being made weak enough that he wouldn’t be able to do anything but whatever Luo Wenzhou made him do.
Which in this case means being held up in his lap as Luo Wenzhou continues to torment Fei Du and make him lose his mind.
“Shh, what are you being so impertinent for?” Luo Wenzhou whispers into his ear, kissing it gently in stark contrast to the way he so thoroughly takes him apart. Fei Du’s tried once again to take over the pace, to at least buck his hips to meet Luo Wenzhou. Luo Wenzhou had groaned in pleasure, but it had not deterred him. “It’s not befitting for a gentle master like you to do any work. Let me hold you.”
He’s already holding Fei Du, their bare, sweat-slicked chests pressed together, friction between them as Luo Wenzhou bounces Fei Du, snapping up with determination as he chases Fei Du’s moans.
“Haah—” Fei Du exhales, still giving a defiant twitch of his lower half. “At your age, you should— ah —be taking care of yourself, no over-exertion, your joints might hurt in the morning old man—”
Luo Wenzhou purposefully reangles himself and fucks up in a specific way that has Fei Du yelping uncharacteristically loud. Luo Wenzhou has the audacity to laugh when he hears Fei Du’s reaction before he repeats the move, over and over again, driving in so hard that Fei Du starts clawing down his back and asking for some mercy.
“Mercy?” Luo Wenzhou grunts as he thrusts up so hard that Fei Du feels the jolt of it in his bones.
A hand smooths through his silky hair, gathering all of it in one bunch before twisting it and yanking it like a rope. Fei Du’s head gets wrenched back and he gasps at the pain; pleasure uncoils within him with the ferocity of a sharp whip and he loses his vision for a moment as he comes, hard and untouched between the two of them.
He hears a faint “good boy” and is barely given any reprieve or opportunity to revel in it before Luo Wenzhou is tipping them over, laying Fei Du flat on his back and hooking the back of his knees over his elbows. Fei Du keeps his arms wrapped around Luo Wenzhou’s neck even though his body screams at him that this may not be the best time to show off his flexibility.
Like this, Luo Wenzhou doesn’t go faster, but he does go deeper, each thrust punching the air out of Fei Du’s lungs. He plants his knees and digs his feet into the mattress, making sure that he reaches every possible depth of Fei Du’s body. Fei Du hasn’t even gotten fully soft, despite the fact that he’s already finished twice, and this position is as unbearably intimate as the last one.
“Hey,” Fei Du says, entirely breathless and unable to keep his eyes open. His vision’s not the best but it’s blurring further, the blinding pleasure bringing wetness to his eyes. His words are punctuated with sharp gasps as he tries his best to string them together. “What oil did you use?”
“How are you still speaking?” Luo Wenzhou says, his breath hot beside Fei Du’s ear. Fei Du moans at the next thrust, and it must sound pretty enough that Luo Wenzhou deigns to give him an answer. “The one in the red bottle that smells like jasmine.”
“Ah… It’s…” Fei Du tries to say something coherent, tries to tell Luo Wenzhou he picked up a rather special concoction that the seller had promised guaranteed a more amorous night. But Luo Wenzhou continues to roll into him, and in the end, Fei Du supposes it doesn’t matter anyways, because Luo Wenzhou seems to be doing just fine keeping up.
“I know what it is,” Luo Wenzhou says, lifting his head just enough to look down at Fei Du. One of the hands he had used to anchor himself against the mattress lets go of the sheets and drifts between them. “You flaunted it in front of me when you bought it, remember?”
That he had, as he had obtained it on one of the night hunts they had done together in the spring. Fei Du manages to gain enough wherewithal to grin, but his eyes roll back immediately as Luo Wenzhou wraps his hand around him and starts to stroke.
He does it slowly and with great intention, in time with the way he moves his hips, and Fei Du feels like his bones are getting turned into jelly. Eventually, Luo Wenzhou thankfully starts to pick up the pace again, the shameless sound of their bodies joining filling the room, and Fei Du stops trying to make any sense of it.
Any sense of time is lost to the feeling of Luo Wenzhou moving in him and claiming him so possessively. Fei Du tilts his head back and bites his lower lip in order to not make an unseemly face but his mouth is occupied quickly by a hungry kiss. He’s surrounded by the man so completely — his scent, his weight, his heat — that he gives up his last vestige of coherency in favour of laying there and taking it till he’s spilling again, in step with Luo Wenzhou who curses as he snaps forward hard and fills him wholly.
This time, his finish blooms within him like the sun, the pleasure of it swallowing up anything else he feels. Fei Du’s nerves buzz as Luo Wenzhou stutters within him, but doesn’t quite stop. His breathing has gone ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly against Luo Wenzhou’s. Fei Du’s heart threatens to beat out of his cage, and his world has been so rocked that for a moment, Fei Du feels like he’s come across some form of a cosmic answer.
The next moment, Luo Wenzhou finally lets go of Fei Du’s legs, and they slump down uselessly against the mattress. Fei Du blinks and feels a gentle thumb press into the corner of his eyes, wiping away the tears that had formed there.
“So impetuous,” Luo Wenzhou murmurs, and Fei Du doesn’t have the energy to protest. He feels a soft kiss against his forehead which makes him huff, and it’s followed by a sweeter kiss against his lips.
Fei Du moves his mouth lazily against Luo Wenzhou’s, and keeps his arms wrapped around the other man. They’re sweaty and overheated and sticky, but he doesn’t want to quite let him go yet.
“Shixiong is so kind to me,” he mutters against the kiss, and Luo Wenzhou gives an unseemly snort. “Are you planning to move off me anytime soon?”
“I’ll have to think about it,” Luo Wenzhou says, and continues to remain firmly planted against Fei Du.
“Three weeks?” Tao Ran exclaims, looking wide-eyed at Fei Du, and Fei Du just gives a weak smile in return. He’s laying in bed, sheets pulled up all the way, his robes wrapped in a neat and conservative fashion around him, hiding the litany of marks and bruises. “How did you get worse?”
“He obtained a subsequent injury,” Luo Wenzhou supplies from where he sits beside Fei Du’s window. He’s been in an overly cheerful mood, and has been pretending to read one of Fei Du’s texts while Tao Ran visits. “Went carousing out last night, despite the physician’s orders.”
A physician who nearly burst a blood vessel upon seeing Fei Du’s state in the morning. Or perhaps it was the sight of Luo Wenzhou beside him, naked under the sheets and snoring away to glory, that had been the last straw. The lecture about overexerting himself that had followed was long, and Fei Du had elbowed Luo Wenzhou harshly in the ribs to wake him up, just so that he wouldn’t be alone in facing it.
“You should take better care of yourself, Master Fei,” Tao Ran says kindly, reaching over to feel Fei Du’s forehead. Fei Du’s not sure what purpose that serves, but he appreciates the caring gesture nonetheless. “Want me to stay over for a couple of days? We’re not too busy, and I can always cook for you—”
“Don’t worry,” Luo Wenzhou interjects, setting down the scroll he had been perusing. Fei Du catches Luo Wenzhou winking at him before Tao Ran looks over his shoulder, and he immediately sobers up. “I’ll take care of him. He needs someone with a firmer hand to stop him from going out at night.”
“Don’t bully him,” Tao Ran warns, and Fei Du rolls his eyes before Tao Ran looks back at him and he gives him a pleasant smile. “If he gives you any trouble, you send for me, alright?”
“Thank you,” Fei Du replies sweetly. Tao Ran doesn’t look entirely convinced, knowing how the two of them have squabbled before. Fei Du tries to give him a reassuring smile again, even though Luo Wenzhou is looking devilish again in the distance.
So, to ease Tao Ran’s mind, Fei Du replies with a bland, “I appreciate it. But I’m sure that shixiong will do his best to ensure I get my necessary bedrest.”