"How?" The word is the only one Shen Wei manages to vocalize, though there are many, many more clogging up his mind.
"Welcome home, baobei," Zhao Yunlan says with a wicked smile, and pulls his lollipop slowly from between his lips.
"That's. You're—" is all Shen Wei gets out, because Zhao Yunlan is doing at least three impossible things. Including being home after he texted an apology with many crying faces that work would make him miss Shen Wei's return after days at a conference.
On the bed, Zhao Yunlan preens at the attention Shen Wei can't help but give him, what with the way he's putting himself on display.
"I missed you," Zhao Yunlan pouts, and turns his face into the black hood over his head. He sniffs it, face softening into contentment, looking at Shen Wei from under lowered lashes. "And this—it's almost like you were here, Hei Lao-ge."
"But. It's—" Shen Wei tries pulling gently at the energies that usually coalesce into the very robe now draped across Zhao Yunlan's body. Part of Zhao Yunlan's body. Not enough of Zhao Yunlan's body with the way he's shifting now, revealing a long, slim leg all the way up to the thigh.
Shen Wei blinks, trying to focus. Energies. They're—responsive, but coming from all around Zhao Yunlan instead of all around himself. The robe flutters, and Zhao Yunlan gives a startled laugh, rolling over to stop its motion. Between that and the dark fabric shifting as if about to take flight, his firm buttocks are left mostly naked.
It's barely even on purpose when Shen Wei tugs on the energies again, the black cloth sliding higher up. "How?" he repeats, though the answer doesn't interest him half as much as the way Zhao Yunlan is writhing into the robe. Trying to wrap it all the way around himself, he somehow ends up wearing much less than he was before.
"Ah," Zhao Yunlan says, pulling the lollipop back into his mouth as he looks up at Shen Wei. He shifts the hard roundness of it into his cheek, and Shen Wei swallows against the undeniable heat rising in him. "Like I said—I was lonely. I missed you." He rubs his bulging cheek against the inside of the hood.
"My entire wardrobe is right over there in the closet," Shen Wei says. He shouldn't be arguing—he should be telling Zhao Yunlan to stop playing with his robes of office—but he is entranced by the delivery of the non-explanation he is being given. Wants more of it.
"Mmm. But this is what showed up when I...reached for you…" Zhao Yunlan says, and pulls the robe tight, like it's closing on him in an embrace.
A flare of want darkens the edges of Shen Wei's vision. He hasn't had his arms around Zhao Yunlan in three days. The particulars of how Zhao Yunlan came to be naked in his robe are, in fact, wholly irrelevant.
The lollipop stick bobs as Zhao Yunlan swallows, holding his gaze.
Shen Wei hasn't tasted Zhao Yunlan's mouth in three days. He lets his suitcase drop to the floor. By the time the thick rug catches it with a thud, he has already replaced that lollipop with his tongue.
Zhao Yunlan's startled noise turns into an appreciative moan as Shen Wei flattens him into the mattress. He kisses back with vigour, the lollipop sweetness of him exploding in Shen Wei's senses. Shen Wei pulls back, captures Zhao Yunlan's wrists and watches his eyes open wide, his mouth curling into a smile that is at once satisfied and hungry. The tip of his tongue flickers out, touching his lower lip. Shen Wei draws Zhao Yunlan's arms over his head, transfixed by the way stretching him out makes the robe shift, revealing a dusky nipple. He presses his fully dressed body against Zhao Yunlan's provocative semi-nudeness, the tantalizing heat of it going straight to his groin.
"You like it." Zhao Yunlan purrs, rolling his hips against Shen Wei. "Me wearing your clothes."
"Zhao Yunlan…" Shen Wei really shouldn't encourage him. He should say that it's not the robe—it's Zhao Yunlan, all but naked under him. But the way Zhao Yunlan is moving against him, the way Zhao Yunlan's heart is pounding in his chest—Shen Wei has to kiss him again. Thoroughly. And the only distraction from how good it feels is the nagging thought that maybe, in some way, Zhao Yunlan is right.
Sitting up again, Shen Wei pins Zhao Yunlan's crossed wrists in one hand as he drinks in the sight of Zhao Yunlan's smooth skin against the inky darkness of the robe. Of the way the sleeves drape over his arms, then falls away to reveal an elegant clavicle here, a jutting hip bone there. And it's all his—Shen Wei's own robe, clinging to Zhao Yunlan, who lets it wrap around him the same way he allows Shen Wei to hold his body in the throes of passion. It looks like—it makes him feel like—
Like Zhao Yunlan is on display just for him, already marked by him, though Shen Wei has barely touched him yet.
Shen Wei shivers. He can feel his cheeks glowing, radiating the temperature rising in his body.
"Want to do more than stare?" Under him, Zhao Yunlan arches from waist to wrists, his head tilting back to expose his neck with its thrumming pulse.
He tastes clean, like soap and shower water. No hint of cologne, and only the faintest whiff of sweat and musk yet. Shen Wei sweeps his tongue up the soft skin of Zhao Yunlan's neck, rubbing his cheek against the delightful contrast of bristly beard.
Zhao Yunlan makes a beautiful sound, eager and appreciative and entirely unrestrained. "Baobei…"
"I like it," Shen Wei admits. His mouth is so hungry for more of Zhao Yunlan that the words are difficult to manage.
Zhao Yunlan grins. "Want to unwrap me? Or—" he wriggles against Shen Wei again, and his voice drops lower than it already is. "Or do you want to fuck me in your robe?"
Pure lust surges through Shen Wei's core, and a wave of it rolls through his growing hardness.
"Ah, that feels like a yes to option number two," Zhao Yunlan says, breathless. He's smiling, eyes shining as he looks at Shen Wei with a devastatingly open affection and want. "I was wondering if it'd be that, or if you'd be up for a little Envoy roleplay—you know, me in the black—"
Ears burning, Shen Wei shuts Zhao Yunlan up with another kiss.
When Shen Wei's lips leave his, Zhao Yunlan laughs, low and warm. "Okay. Saving that for next time, then."
Heart bursting at Zhao Yunlan's easy indulgence, and his constant, unforced promises of the future, Shen Wei cups Zhao Yunlan's cheek in his free hand. The hood of his robe brushes his knuckles, and something about the way it frames Zhao Yunlan's face makes Shen Wei's pulse pound in his ears. He wants Zhao Yunlan enough to ache with it, and he already has Zhao Yunlan—Zhao Yunlan has given him his heart, and Zhao Yunlan's body is wrapped in his robe. It is so much more than Shen Wei could have dreamed of—almost too much. He blinks, unmoving, and Zhao Yunlan turns his head and kisses the inside of his wrist.
"It's okay," he murmurs, as goosebumps spark across Shen Wei's skin at the light touch of Zhao Yunlan's lips. "Whatever you want, baobei."
"You," Shen Wei says, helplessly, not for the first time.
Zhao Yunlan's eyes darken, his lips parting. "Fuck, I love the way you say that." He tugs against Shen Wei's grip, and Shen Wei releases his wrists.
Immediately, Zhao Yunlan deftly lifts the glasses from Shen Wei's face, and buries his fingers in Shen Wei's hair. Shen Wei lets himself be pulled into another kiss, revelling in the strength of Zhao Yunlan's arms wrapping around him. "And you look so good like this," Zhao Yunlan pants, between licking and nipping at Shen Wei's lips. "Your professor suit—still got the jacket on—you're so hot when you're desperate for my body."
The words bring Shen Wei to notice, for the first time, that he is still wearing shoes. It's the work of a mildly horrified moment to get them off, leaving Zhao Yunlan grabbing for him. "Ah, fuck, no—come back, baobei!"
Shen Wei quickly brushes off the sheets, while Zhao Yunlan whines. When he turns back to his impatient lover, Zhao Yunlan has arranged the robe to cover most of his body except for—except for the flushed erection he is holding in one hand, standing up between the folds of the black fabric.
"Zhao Yunlan," Shen Wei breathes, all of his clothes too tight for the swell of desire coursing through him.
Zhao Yunlan hums, clearly pleased to have Shen Wei's attention back on him. "Come on, Xiao Wei. Want you."
Shen Wei straddles Zhao Yunlan's hips, shifting so that his thighs bracket Zhao Yunlan's cock. It nudges against the strained fabric over his own arousal, and he bites back a moan as he draws his hand from the hollow of Zhao Yunlan's throat all the way to the dark curls at his base. At the touch of his fingers on Zhao Yunlan's skin, the robe falls to either side, making an appealing backdrop for the beautiful lines of Zhao Yunlan's torso. A few yellowed bruises are still scattered across it, and Shen Wei longs to bite new ones into his flesh.
"Touch me," Zhao Yunlan demands, hands grabbing the lapels of Shen Wei's suit jacket. "Come on. I want you to—"
Shen Wei wraps his fist around Zhao Yunlan's erection, hot and dry and silky. Zhao Yunlan's mouth falls open, and his eyes gleam. Shen Wei strokes him lightly, drinking in the sight of his pleasure. "Yeah," he pants. "Yeah, no—fuck, I've missed you, baobei. You are so good with your hands—but no, no, come on—"
Though the words spilling from Zhao Yunlan's lips aren't telling Shen Wei much, the way he writhes, braces his feet on the mattress and cants his hips does.
Shen Wei hadn't even been aware of banking his desire until he trails his fingers over Zhao Yunlan's sac and perineum, to find—slick. The loosely furled opening is dripping with warm lube, the fabric of the robe is damp against his knuckles where it's been pressed to Zhao Yunlan's bottom. Shen Wei feels like it's possible his suit has been set on fire, and the constriction over his groin becomes nearly too much to take as his desire flares. "You," Shen Wei rasps, staring at Zhao Yunlan, imagining him splaying his legs on the robe to finger himself open.
"Told you I missed you," Zhao Yunlan answers. His words are playful, but there is a whimper on his exhalation that only ever gets there when his control starts slipping, when he gets entirely carried away by passion.
Knowing he can sink into the welcoming heat of Zhao Yunlan's body wrapped in his robe, Shen Wei's vision narrows, whatever was left of his awareness of the room dropping away. He feels adrift. Feels pure need to be inside, to be anchored. He grips Zhao Yunlan's hips, his neck bowed under the weight of everything spinning in his head. He has missed Zhao Yunlan in the short time he has been away, too. Missed his companionship and missed this. The rising smell of musk, their bodies desperate for the pleasure they can only find in each other.
"That's it," Zhao Yunlan coaxes him, sounding wrecked already. "Come on—I'm ready for you."
Shen Wei shudders, the words overwhelming even though he has felt that readiness for himself.
"Though—" Zhao Yunlan gasps, wriggles. "You sitting on the robe, it's a little—"
"Oh." Shen Wei hadn't noticed—hadn't thought of anything but the want throbbing through him. But of course, with their combined weight on it, the robe is pulling on Zhao Yunlan's shoulders, hood pressed to his scalp. He moves, and Zhao Yunlan exhales a relieved sigh, which turns into a whine of complaint when Shen Wei also shrugs out of his suit jacket.
"No?"
"Mmm," Zhao Yunlan says, and grabs Shen Wei's upper arm. "Okay. Got the sleeve garters on—keep them on, keep the shirt on, just—hurry?"
Shen Wei throws the jacket on the floor, pleased at the quirk of Zhao Yunlan's triumphant smile. "Good. Yeah. Now—"
"Get up, on your knees," Shen Wei says, starting to open his trousers. It takes no time at all to draw his erection out from his constraining clothes, not when he neglects to unfasten the shirt garters.
"Oh, yeah, fuck yeah—" Zhao Yunlan gasps, flicking the robe back as he gets his knees under him and locks his arms. It leaves him completely covered—and completely nude underneath, ready to open for Shen Wei.
Shen Wei shivers in anticipation, and slowly pushes the black fabric up Zhao Yunlan's back. It reveals the sensitive area at the back of his knees, and his firm thighs, and—Shen Wei's heart beats so violently he has to blink back flickers at the corner of his vision. Because there's the perfect swell of buttocks, and the glistening hole. The tight sac and swollen cock curving up against Zhao Yunlan's belly. There are the hips that fit just right in Shen Wei's hands when he grips with bruising strength.
Tremors run through Zhao Yunlan's arms. His body is so needy that Shen Wei can feel it vibrating as he strokes a path across all the places he let his gaze linger, drawing moans when he drags his fingers down Zhao Yunlan's cleft.
"Inside. It's okay, it's good, love, I'm good—please?" Zhao Yunlan pushes against the touch, shooting sparks from Shen Wei's hand all the way to his cock, as Zhao Yunlan keeps begging. "Please, Shen Wei, I missed you."
Shen Wei pulls the top of the robe aside to reveal one of Zhao Yunlan's shoulders and drapes himself over his body like a second robe. Presses his weight against Zhao Yunlan's back, his exposed cock sliding against Zhao Yunlan's balls. Drinks in the way Zhao Yunlan's voice shakes through his litany of Yes, yes, yes, that little whimper coming with every short gasp of breath. Zhao Yunlan wants, and Shen Wei wants too—
There is a yawning pit of need at his core, making him hang hard and heavy, throbbing and aching and needing to fill.
"Ready?" The way Shen Wei's head is spinning with desire for his beloved, it's all he can do to ask the question out loud.
"Yeah. Yeah," Zhao Yunlan pants, and then Shen Wei bites the flesh of his shoulder, turning another affirmative into a strangled cry. Holding Zhao Yunlan in place with his teeth, distracting him with adrenaline and endorphins, Shen Wei locks a hand over Zhao Yunlan's hip. Then all it takes is one swift movement, and the head of his cock plunges into Zhao Yunlan's tight heat.
Zhao Yunlan's body bucks, and he groans wordlessly as Shen Wei stretches him open. Shen Wei rocks his hips back and forth, easing his way inside Zhao Yunlan bit by bit, his teeth grazing at the scant expanse of skin not covered by the robe. He bites another mark into it, and Zhao Yunlan's ragged breath explodes out in a blissful sigh as Shen Wei slides as far in as he can go.
Their joining satiates one urge, only to replace it with the staggeringly compelling need to bring Zhao Yunlan to release. Flames of pure desire lick the inside of Shen Wei’s veins, burst into a conflagration in his belly that radiates from his root to his pit. It burns away any shame, any reason, and leaves only the heat and friction between their bodies. Leaves Shen Wei with the single-minded craving to feel the tight, hot slide of Zhao Yunlan around his cock, and work the straining body under him into a sweaty, come-stained mess.
"Yes," Zhao Yunlan mumbles, as if he can hear Shen Wei's thoughts. He presses back, as well as he can under the weight of Shen Wei bearing down on him. "Like that, baobei. More. More—"
Shen Wei gives him more, knocking the breath out of him in gulping moans. Slides his hands to bracket Zhao Yunlan's trim waist, pushing his body into a new position while filling him in short, sharp thrusts.
The robe slides down to cover the new marks on Zhao Yunlan's shoulder as he turns to look at Shen Wei, his face flushed under the hood, his eyes glassy with pleasure. Shen Wei bares his teeth in a grin, joy flowing through him unhindered by the fierce concentration with which he cants his own hips just so—Zhao Yunlan's lips part around an ecstatic groan. His eyelids flutter shut, his head dropping back down between his robed shoulders as Shen Wei's cock unerringly stimulates his prostate.
Each stroke now comes to their moans and sighs, to the heady sound of flesh against flesh as Shen Wei keeps pulling Zhao Yunlan back to meet his thrusts, leaving him no room to shift away from the sensations, no time to catch his breath. Shen Wei's skin prickles with warm satisfaction at the way Zhao Yunlan claws at the sheets before his arms give out and he slumps forward, hips still held perfectly aligned by Shen Wei's own immovable grip.
Zhao Yunlan writhes into the pillow under him, moaning wetly, and Shen Wei can't hear if he's saying words or simply whimpering—the pulse in his own ears is too loud, the swelling, singing tension coiling in his groin somehow narrowing his senses to absorbing what he can see of his lover's pleasure while taking his own. To what he can touch.
Reaching for Zhao Yunlan's cock, Shen Wei finds it slick and throbbing hard in his hand. Zhao Yunlan clenches down on him when he squeezes it, and Shen Wei presses a kiss to his shoulder—is almost surprised when his lips meet black cloth instead of skin, though he has never stopped seeing the robe. He can't smell its familiar scent of incense over the potent musk of sex and sweat—it all just smells of them, now. Even when he nuzzles Zhao Yunlan's damp skin where the dark robe is bunched over his shoulders, the scent and flavor of him is that of the two of them together.
Good.
Shen Wei's body shudders with greedy delight, his dress shirt stained with their mingled sweat. He strokes Zhao Yunlan's cock lightly, teasing out another wet drop he smears over the head with his thumb, to sounds muffled by the pillow and by the ringing in his ears. He might be trembling—or Zhao Yunlan is. Shen Wei can't tell. The vortex of desire is pulling him closer and closer to its centre, his blood boiling—he can't hold out much longer against the swirling, sucking force of it. Already the edges of a climax tighten in his groin, leak out of him into Zhao Yunlan.
But he won't spill yet—not with Zhao Yunlan still hard and needy in his hand, hole still twitching hungrily with each stroke. Shen Wei abandons his rhythm, abandons finesse—they are overwhelming each other with pleasure, and he lets himself get swept away. Thrusts hard and fast and sloppy into Zhao Yunlan, the motion of his hips pushing Zhao Yunlan's wet cock through the tight circle of his fingers.
The satisfaction of the act of copulation is enough to distract Shen Wei for long enough to let Zhao Yunlan come with a beautiful, wrecked cry that he hears in perfect, shivering clarity. He stretches it into a whine by milking every drop he can from Zhao Yunlan, rolling his hips in gentle, encouraging thrusts.
He doesn't stop until Zhao Yunlan softens in Shen Wei's hand, and his body lists over on his side, limp and heavy in fucked-out bliss. Zhao Yunlan whimpers as that pulls them apart. Dazed, he reaches for Shen Wei, his cheeks glowing red, his hair plastered to his forehead under the hood that has somehow not yet fallen back. "Baobei," he pants, and Shen Wei lets him cling on to his wrist. "Come—you didn't yet—"
"Not yet," Shen Wei murmurs, and strokes his beloved's bangs from his face. For a few more moments, he can ignore everything that isn't Zhao Yunlan, even his own body like this.
Zhao Yunlan's lips curve in a mischievous smile, and speaks between heaving breaths. "Want to come—in me? Or—on me?"
Shen Wei hears himself whimper, a hand wrapping instinctively around his base. It's not that he hadn't entertained the possibilities himself, but hearing Zhao Yunlan offer? It's pushed him beyond his capacity for self-denial. He wants—he wants—he wants.
Zhao Yunlan is unfolding his long limbs, the aftershocks of pleasure sending visible tremors through them. He splays his legs around Shen Wei's kneeling form—naked but for the robe, where Shen Wei is still, he remembers, fully dressed. There are red spots on his hips that will darken to bruises, but no marks on his chest—and yet, the robe wrapped around him is Shen Wei's robe.
A sweet surge curls Shen Wei’s toes, draws a gasp from his throat.
Yes. The matte black of the cloth, and the pearlescence of Shen Wei's come—Zhao Yunlan will look so pretty like that, he knows it. Wants now the satisfaction of claiming Zhao Yunlan with his seed, with his scent—of making Zhao Yunlan as messy as Shen Wei had pictured when he started satisfying him.
Zhao Yunlan's face lights up in a smile before Shen Wei even says anything, and he wraps a hand around the back of Shen Wei's neck. "Come on, baobei. Let me see how much come you've saved up for me."
Even now, even like this, Zhao Yunlan's words in that husky voice can make Shen Wei blush. He knows it, though there is too much heat washing through his body to feel it. Cock in hand, he is sucked into the center of that vortex of desire, his orgasm pulsing through him in blinding waves. He catches glimpses of Zhao Yunlan's rapt smile, of the flare of mirrored desire, of the delighted satisfaction as Shen Wei climaxes in rich spurts.
When he can see fully again, he sees his come on Zhao Yunlan's belly and chest, Zhao Yunlan pulling a pleased finger through it. "Mmm," he says. "You really held everything back just for me, didn't you, love?"
Shen Wei nods. Everything he has, always, is just for Zhao Yunlan.
"Even let me have your robe," Zhao Yunlan smirks.
Shen Wei still doesn't understand. But if everything he has is always for Zhao Yunlan, then why not the robe, too? So he smiles, and says, "You wore it beautifully, Zhao Yunlan."