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"Luo-dage," Zhang Yuan says tentatively.
Luo Qingeng looks up from the papers he'd been looking through and gives Zhang Yuan a questioning look. He's next to Luo Qingeng on the couch, his laptop held in his lap, while he works on something that is probably beyond Luo Qingeng. Zhang Yuan lifts one hand to the collar around his neck. He fingers the lead like he might be about to unfasten it. Luo Qingeng tugs at it slightly, the end of it still wrapped around his hand.
There hasn't been another attempt at puppy play exactly, but they've talked things through. They're trying things out and figuring out something they're both happy with.
Luo Qingeng's eyes drop down to the couch, where he can see a little bit of a fluffy tail peeking out behind Zhang Yuan. Some things Zhang Yuan doesn't mind at all.
"I need to use the bathroom," Zhang Yuan says, letting his hand fall down from the collar, leaving the lead where it is.
Luo Qingeng looks at him consideringly for a moment. "No," he says.
Zhang Yuan's eyes grow wide. Luo Qingeng looks at him expectantly. Zhang Yuan bends his head in acquiescence. Then he swallows visibly and goes back to his laptop.
Luo Qingeng watches him for a moment and reaches out to touch his shoulder. Zhang Yuan glances up and Luo Qingeng lifts his hand to stroke his cheek. Zhang Yuan gives him a soft surprised smile, leaning into the touch a little.
Then, Luo Qingeng picks up his papers and goes back to reading.
He can feel Zhang Yuan squirming slightly where he's sitting, still working on his laptop, the faint sound of the keys the only sound in the silence. Luo Qingeng doesn't need to be looking at him to notice the way Zhang Yuan keeps glancing at him every once in a while.
Luo Qingeng looks up, settling his own reading down. He's more or less done anyway. The rest can wait until tomorrow. He'll need to talk to people anyway and that's definitely something better left for the morning. After a few moments, Zhang Yuan glances up at him, his fingers stilling on the keyboard as his eyes catch Luo Qingeng's eyes.
Luo Qingeng raises his eyebrows questioningly. Zhang Yuan shifts quietly, the laptop bouncing a bit in his lap. He bites his lip, and then looks down again, hesitating over the keyboard.
"Did you want to say something?" Luo Qingeng asks.
With a slightly jerky movement, Zhang Yuan pushes down the screen.
"I really need the bathroom," he says, staring straight ahead.
Luo Qingeng leans closer and lifts the laptop from him. Zhang Yuan startles slightly and then lets go of it, saying nothing as Luo Qingeng sets it down on the coffee table. Zhang Yuan crosses his legs one way and then the other.
"I know," Luo Qingeng says. He tugs at the lead hard enough that it makes Zhang Yuan lean towards him, before lifting a hand up against his neck, holding him there. "I want to see how long you can hold it in," he says calmly.
There's a dull flush rising to Zhang Yuan's cheeks. A small whine slips from his lips and he rocks forward slightly, pressing himself against the couch, like it might help with the need to relieve himself. Luo Qingeng pulls him in for a kiss and Zhang Yuan melts into him, kissing him back even though he's still squirming. Luo Qingeng urges him up into his lap, as they keep kissing. He lets his hand fall down to the small of Zhang Yuan's back, before he carefully slides it inside his trouser, pressing against the base of the tailed plug. Zhang Yuan keens into his mouth, his whole body rocking forward, pressing into Luo Qingeng.
Suddenly, Zhang Yuan turns his head to the side. His hands clutch at Luo Qingeng's shoulders. "Luo-dage, I can't. I'm going to—" he says desperately as he writhes in Luo Qingeng's lap, making Luo Qingeng groan deeply as he grinds against his hardening cock.
There are tears in Zhang Yuan's eyes. Luo Qingeng pulls his hand away from his ass and strokes his back soothingly. It doesn't stop the desperate squirming. He's pretty sure Zhang Yuan can't help himself.
Luo Qingeng grins and then adjusts his arms around Zhang Yuan before standing up, holding Zhang Yuan in his arms. Zhang Yuan squeaks and squirms and wraps his arms around Luo Qingeng's neck.
"Let's move this to the bathroom. That way cleanup will be easier," Luo Qingeng says.
Zhang Yuan squeaks, the embarrassed flush burning hot on his cheeks as he suddenly realises the implications of Luo Qingeng's words. Luo Qingeng smiles and bends his head forward to brush his lips lightly against Zhang Yuan's.
"I want to fuck you until you can't hold it in anymore," he says, just in case there's any doubt about what he meant. Zhang Yuan goes a very delightful shade of red, squeaking before hiding his face in Luo Qingeng's shoulder. Then, he starts squirming again.
Luo Qingeng adjusts his grip a little and quickly carries him to the bathroom. They're both starting to feel a little bit desperate.