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Wen Kexing was a vision in red.
Zhou Zishu took a few steps back to admire his masterpiece.
It was a warm summer night. Their windows were wide open, with a gentle breeze pulling at the white curtains of the room they rented for the night. The air smelled sweet – blooming night flowers and wine, warm and comforting.
They were on the highest floor but still the sound of laughter and clinking cups carried up to them from where people were sitting in the tavern below. Someone was playing the dizi in a room close to theirs, a little out of tune but pleasant still.
Zhou Zishu breathed in deeply, savoring the tranquility of the night, the warmth in his chest as he looked down at his soulmate.
Wen Kexing was still wearing the thin, red robes he had been wearing all night – driving Zhou Zishu even further into insanity than he usually did, as he had grinned at him over his cup of wine.
He was very beautiful every day, in every color, in every get-up he chose at any given day. He looked as beautiful in beggars clothes as he did in the most expensive robes money could buy and without any clothes at all.
Yet, there was something about him wearing red that made Zhou Zishu feel unhinged in a way he hadn’t experienced before meeting Wen Kexing.
Needless to say, he had been distracted all evening, barely registering what he ate as he tried his best not to stare at Wen Kexing’s strong chest, barely hidden beneath the flimsy fabric of his casual robes.
Wen Kexing had known it too, of course. He had been preening and smirking all night, as infuriatingly attractive as he was annoying.
They hadn’t made it long after dinner until Zhou Zishu got up and went to their rooms, restless and trembling slightly with barely suppressed arousal.
Wen Kexing had followed him after a while, as he always did.
Now, Zhou Zishu was feeling just as unhinged as he had all night, but he was calm, no longer vibrating with the need to jump Wen Kexing like a hungry wolf.
Instead, Zhou Zishu smiled and hummed to himself as he took a few steps forward again. Sparkling doe eyes stared up at him, still so intense despite looking slightly glazed.
Wen Kexing’s cheeks were flushed and warm under his hands as Zhou Zishu cupped his cheeks and gently rubbed his thumb over the soft flesh, pressing down until he felt the teeth underneath.
“Beautiful”, he said without really meaning to.
The sparkle in Wen Kexing’s eyes turned mischievous and Zhou Zishu knew he’d have a smug comeback ready if it wasn’t for the cloth currently stuffed between his lips, silencing his smart mouth.
Zhou Zishu had put the gag on him earlier, when Wen Kexing had finally joined him in their shared room. As soon as he had closed the door, Zhou Zishu had been on him, grabbing him by those ridiculous robes and pulling him into a heated kiss. He hadn’t even needed to say anything, Wen Kexing going to his knees as soon as Zhou Zishu pulled away, grinning up at him from the floor like a particularly satisfied cat in a pot of cream.
Zhou Zishu had wasted no time wiping that grin off his face, pulling the outer layers of his robes off his husband and using the sash to gag him with quick, practiced moves. He had used his own sash to tie Wen Kexing’s hands behind his back so tight that his ridiculous chest was pushed out towards him, presenting himself in a way that made Zhou Zishu’s blood boil hot.
Now, Wen Kexing was sitting pretty with his robes falling open, fabric holding on for dear life on his broad shoulders, revealing his strong pecs and abs. His thighs were spread wide and even though red fabric was pooling in Wen Kexing’s lap, Zhou Zishu could see his hardened cock, too ridiculously big to be hidden.
Zhou Zishu pressed his thumb down on Wen Kexing’s bottom lip, felt the way it was starting to split slightly from being pulled wide by the fabric in this mouth. The sash was slightly wet with spit already and Zhou Zishu knew it wouldn’t get any better from here on out – Wen Kexing was very messy in bed.
“So beautiful”, he said again. “My little wife, tell me, was this what you wanted?”
Wen Kexing spread his thighs further as he blinked up at Zhou Zishu, fluttering his eyelashes a little.
“Shameless”, Zhou Zishu said but couldn’t quite prevent himself from making it sound like a compliment, “Walking around in public barely dressed like you’re just waiting for someone to pick you up and take you home”
He pulled at Wen Kexing’s hair until neck was stretched out before Zhou Zishu and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
“All those eyes on you tonight”, Zhou Zishu hummed, letting go of Wen Kexing’s hair to trail his fingers over the soft skin of his neck, finger nail scratching a red line down to his collarbones, “You loved it, didn’t you?”
He pushed off the fabric that was barely clinging to his shoulders until they were pooling around Wen Kexing like a sea of blood, exposing the entirety of his chest. Zhou Zishu felt his dick twitch at the sight.
Wen Kexing was sweating a little already, bare chest gleaming in the flickering candle light.
“But,”, Zhou Zishu continued, “only I get to see you like this”
His voice was low and barely audibly as he took in every inch of skin before him, his fingers unable to stay still as he followed the strong line of his collarbones and up his neck again. He gripped Wen Kexing’s chin between his fingers, pressing down on both sides of his cheeks. Saliva ran down below the red fabric stuffed in his mouth, wetting Zhou Zishu’s fingers.
“All for me, aren’t you?”
Zhou Zishu wasn’t quite aware he was speaking anymore, too mesmerized by the sight of Wen Kexing, intoxicated by him, by the feeling of his skin beneath his own and his heavy breath on his fingers.
Wen Kexing nodded, the dark pits of his eyes pulling and tearing at Zhou Zishu, pulling him in, consuming him. There was no doubt between them that they belonged to each other, wholly and entirely, forever.
Still, after watching his husband make a spectacle of himself in public, wearing robes that one wasn’t meant to be seen in outside ones home, hair done up casually and flaunting his body in that particular way of his, all fluid movements, widely spread legs as he sat down and twinkling, flirting eyes …
Zhou Zishu couldn’t be blamed for wanting to make sure he and his soulmate both remembered very clearly who Wen Kexing belonged to.
“You’re mine”, Zhou Zishu said, as both his hands came down to Wen Kexing’s shoulders, wrapping loosely around his throat like a collar. Maybe he should get an actual collar for his husband, so that even the most slow of idiots would understand at first glance that this man was owned.
“My little wife, for me to undress”, Zhou Zishu continued, eye caught on Wen Kexing’s round brown nipples, “For me to touch-”
Slowly, Zhou Zishu lowered himself to his knees, looking Wen Kexing straight in the eye as he lifted his own robes up and crawled forward into his soulmates lap. His thighs ached a little with how far they had to spread to accommodate Wen Kexing’s thick thighs between them, but it was a sweet, familiar ache that he craved when he wasn’t feeling it.
With his hands on Wen Kexing’s biceps, Zhou Zishu inched forward until he could press his aching cock against rock hard abs. As he settled, he let his hands drift up Wen Kexing’s powerful arms, over his shoulders and around his neck, savoring the feeling of damp skin beneath his palms.
“For me to take pleasure from”
Zhou Zishu’s voice was breathy, as if he had been fucked already.
He could feel himself leaking onto his stomach, a wet patch forming on his loosened robes.
Wen Kexing was staring at him with round, dark eyes, still sparkling but not with mischief anymore. He was staring at Zhou Zishu as if he was a large pitcher of especially expensive wine, as if he was drunk on him already.
Zhou Zishu felt heady with it, the power he held over this strong, dangerous man. A power that was freely given, making it just that much sweeter.
Wen Kexing was incredibly skilled at martial arts, could defeat entire armies by himself, had fought his way through countless hardships and was feared by many, lusted after by even more – he wasn’t a man who had to submit to anyone and yet here he was, kneeling for Zhou Zishu, with his hands bound behind his back, his mouth gagged and doing nothing but wait for Zhou Zishu’s instruction, trusting him completely.
Zhou Zishu felt his chest fill with so much heat, he was sure he must be glowing with it.
He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Wen Kexing’s neck, whispering into his ear, “For me to love”
Wen Kexing shivered against him, a quiet mewl, sweeter than his neighbors dizi, at the top of his throat as he tried to press himself closer to Zhou Zishu. He struggled against his restraints as if he was instinctively reaching out towards him but was held back by soft silk.
Zhou Zishu smiled, kissing his way up his neck, licking and biting as he went, tasting sweat and sweet wine on his tongue and letting it intoxicate him. He kissed the shell of his ear, kissed his sharp jawline and soft cheeks, his high cheekbones and strong nose, his forehead and temples. Wen Kexing had closed his eyes, squeezing them slightly and whining so softly, it seemed unintentional.
Zhou Zishu kissed his eyelids too.
“My wife is so beautiful”, he said, slowly moving his hips in circles over Wen Kexing’s lap.
He could feel his cock against his thigh, large and hard as granite beneath him, “I’m so lucky”
Suddenly, he was incredibly aware of how empty he was, too empty to go even another second. He had planned to tease Wen Kexing a little more, making mewl and beg for it, but Wen Kexing was so good for him, so pliant and sweet beneath him – he couldn’t quite get himself to draw it out any longer.
Zhou Zishu lifted himself up a little, pushing the last of Wen Kexing’s robes to the ground.
Wen Kexing moaned when he felt the cool night air on his cock. It was lying in a pool of precum, glistening wet and ready for Zhou Zishu to sink down on. Zhou Zishu couldn’t help the moan that worked itself deep out of his chest at the sight.
“My little wife,”, he said as he took Wen Kexing’s cock in hand, gently pulling back his foreskin and revealing flushed pink skin as precum dripped out of him and ran down over his fingers, “Will you be good and let your husband use that pretty cock of yours?”
Wen Kexing sounded like he was in pain as he jerked his head. Some strands of hair had freed itself from his half bun, now plastered to his face and drenched in sweat. His chest was heaving and from the way he was shifting his hips a little it was clear that he was desperately trying not to thrust up into Zhou Zishu’s hand.
Zhou Zishu couldn’t wait any longer.
He grabbed Wen Kexing’s cock by the base and hiked his own robes up over his hips. When he rubbed the tip of him over his hole, the glide was so wet, so smooth, it made him go a little insane.
He had fingered himself open as he had waited for Wen Kexing, using more oil than necessary but he had been too desperate to care about the mess. He was wet and ready for his soulmate to fill him and when he finally sank down on him, he could feel something inside him settle and mend.
Wen Kexing was groaning wildly beneath his gag, as if he couldn’t quite control himself anymore. Saliva was turning the red fabric burgundy in his mouth and he had squeezed his eyes shut so tightly, Zhou Zishu knew he was close to coming already.
That wouldn’t do.
“Don’t you dare come”, Zhou Zishu said, even as he slid down further, not stopping for a second, even as he felt like he was splitting apart, “Open your eyes”
Wen Kexing’s eyes were wild as he ripped them open, staring up at Zhou Zishu with so much desperation, it made him feel like he was set on fire.
Zhou Zishu grunted as he finally seated himself in Wen Kexing’s lap, having taken all of his husband inside of himself, right where he belonged.
He sat himself upright, pulling his knees close to Wen Kexing’s thighs to stabilize himself. The ground was hard beneath his knees and he knew he would wake up with bruises again tomorrow.
Wen Kexing was breathing heavily and Zhou Zishu watched the muscles of his stomach jump as Zhou Zishu started mapping out his chest with both his hands as he waited for his guts to get used to being rearranged. His thumbs dug into the deep valleys between Wen Kexing’s abs as he gripped his waist – maddingly small for such a big man.
Zhou Zishu watched his soulmate shiver as his hands glided up his torso, fingernails digging in so hard they left red streaks on his smooth skin all the way up to his chest.
Zhou Zishu used both hands to take Wen Kexing’s pecs into his hands, squeezing them like he would a woman’s breasts.
This was not lost on Wen Kexing, who moaned so loudly, Zhou Zishu was sure their neighbors heard him despite the gag.
Wen Kexing started to rut his hips upwards, trying to fuck up into Zhou Zishu on his own, earning himself twin slaps over his nipples. He squealed loudly, struggling against his restraints again.
“Sit still”, Zhou Zishu hissed, slapping his chest again and watching as the muscle jiggled slightly, “You will let your husband suck your tits like a good wife or else I’ll leave you here and get a whore to service me instead!”
That got Wen Kexing to sit still immediately, his dark eyes suddenly incredibly intense again, shooting furious daggers at Zhou Zishu. His chest was heaving with heavy breaths and Zhou Zishu could feel his cock twitching inside of him.
“Your body is mine to use, wife”, Zhou Zishu said, pinching one of Wen Kexing’s nipples, twisting it cruelly and soaking up Wen Kexing’s pained whines, “Don’t you forget it”
Zhou Zishu leaned down and sucked on the nipple that wasn’t currently being tortured between his fingers, bit it gently and rubbed his tongue on it until it looked red and swollen, until Wen Kexing’s moans were high and desperate again.
Then he moved to the other, sucking on it and digging his tongue in the dents his fingernails had left behind in the soft skin.
He bit at the skin around his nipples, sucked bruises into the supple flesh until his chest was covered in bright red marks. Then, he went over all the bruises again, kissing and biting them, sucking the abused skin into his mouth to taste him.
Wen Kexing was making the sweetest noises above him, like he was trying to speak beneath the gag but it sounded like nothing but mindless gibberish. Zhou Zishu felt Wen Kexing’s chest vibrate with it beneath his lips.
He moved back to his nipples, playing with them relentlessly until he could feel Wen Kexing’s muscles clenching and hips twitching with aborted movements as he clearly tried his hardest not to fuck up into Zhou Zishu.
“Good”, Zhou Zishu said as he lifted himself upright again, lips glistening with spit and red from use.
Wen Kexing’s eyes were wet with unshed tears of frustration, his cheeks and ears burning brightly.
He was incredibly beautiful.
Zhou Zishu decided to reward him.
Slowly, he lifted himself up from Wen Kexing’s lap, felt his large dick dragging on his walls and his guts tingling in that strange way he craved so much. He lifted himself until he was upright on his knees, unable to go any further – but Wen Kexing’s cock was still inside of him. Zhou Zishu cursed at that realization and dropped himself down again, the intrusion so fierce and sudden it made him groan in surprise.
Wen Kexing yelled something beneath his gag – it sounded a little like Zhou Zishu’s name.
With his nails digging into Wen Kexing’s shoulders for leverage, Zhou Zishu started riding his husband.
He didn’t give either of them a chance to breathe as he grinded himself down again and again at a rapid pace, impaling himself over and over again, slowly losing the last shreds of his self-restraint.
Wen Kexing was so big, his cock rubbed on his prostate with every stroke, a continuous burn making Zhou Zishu feel feverish and wild with it. His body was too hot, his thighs burning with effort, sweat sliding down his back in waves but it was the good kind of burn, the addictive kind of heat.
It made him feel dizzy as Wen Kexing’s cock fucked all thoughts straight out of his head.
He couldn’t help the noises coming out of his mouth, couldn’t help throwing back his head and squeezing his eyes shut as all he could feel was Wen Kexing inside of him.
Zhou Zishu wrapped both his arms around Wen Kexing’s neck, pressing himself as close to him as he possibly could, rubbing his chest on his husband’s as he rolled his hips in quick, powerful moves.
The sound of his ass slapping on Wen Kexing’s thighs was deafening in the quiet of their room, horrifyingly lewd and just as arousing.
When the burn his thighs became too much, he slowed down a little, grinding down on Wen Kexing’s lap, trying to take him in even deeper as he caught his breath with his forehead pressed on Wen Kexing’s shoulder.
“So good”, he said, voice so rough he knew it was close to breaking entirely, “My wife is perfect, making your husband feel so good”
Wen Kexing was beyond words, beyond moaning even. When Zhou Zishu looked up, Wen Kexing’s cheeks were wet with tears, as he stared at Zhou Zishu dazedly, eyes unfocused.
The cloth in his mouth was soaked and his chin wet with saliva as he was drooling all over himself.
Zhou Zishu cursed, helplessly grinding down on his cock again, so close to coming from this image alone it was painful to hold himself back.
Before he could think it through completely, his hands were lifting on their own accord, undoing the gag with unsteady hands, throwing the cloth away and surging forward to kiss his husband’s swollen lips.
Wen Kexing’s breath was hot and his mouth so wet and open, so pliant, Zhou Zishu thought he was losing his sanity for good. When he shoved his tongue into the welcoming heat, Wen Kexing barely reciprocated, his movements slow and sluggish, unable to close his jaw properly or move his lips even in the slightest. He moaned continuously, voice rough as sandpaper, not uttering a word as if he had forgotten how to.
Reaching around Wen Kexing, Zhou Zishu undid the simple knot he had tied his hands together with, freeing his husband from his restraints.
Suddenly, the world tilted.
Before Zhou Zishu could realize what was happening, he was on his back on the hard wooden floors, staring up into Wen Kexing’s face, whose expression was wild and would surely be frightening if Zhou Zishu didn’t find it so mind-numbingly arousing.
“Oh”, Zhou Zishu breathed, “Are you finally gonna fuck your husband good now? Made him do all the work, how lazy –“
Before he could continue taunting him, Wen Kexing slammed his hips forward.
His cock had never left Zhou Zishu but now it was filling him again completely. Wen Kexing took him by the knees and spread him wide, large hands encircling Zhou Zishu’s thighs and squeezing tightly as he covered Zhou Zishu with his body, pressing sweat slick skin on Zhou Zishu’s robes as he fucked into him with reckless abandon.
Zhou Zishu cried out desperately at the new angle. Wen Kexing’s powerful hips drove his cock even deeper into his guts, reaching so deep inside of him that Zhou Zishu was sure there would be a permanent empty space craved into his body.
He felt like he was set on fire, no thoughts in his head, no care for how loud they were being – all the could do was feel.
Wen Kexing let go of Zhou Zishu’s legs and took him by the shoulders instead, gathering him up in his strong arms and pulling him down on his cock, moving him like a doll, as if he weighed nothing.
“God”, said Zhou Zishu, half out of his mind “God, god”
It was overwhelming, he didn’t know where he was anymore, couldn’t say where up was and where down.
Wen Kexing had his face buried in his neck, grunting with effort but showing no signs of slowing down, pumping into Zhou Zishu’s body as if possessed, as if he was born to do it.
“Are you close?”, Zhou Zishu choked out between helpless gasps and looked up when Wen Kexing lifted his head.
The tears in his eyes had dried but his face was glistening with sweat and saliva, looking wrecked and unhinged, a god-like apparition. It was answer enough.
“Come inside”, Zhou Zishu breathed, using the last of his strength to twist his legs around Wen Kexing’s hips pulling him as close as he could, “I need it, give it to me, give me your come”
Wen Kexing made a sound like he was dying and with a last forceful thrust he pushed himself up into Zhou Zishu’s body as deeply as he could, his face twisting in pleasure.
There were tears running down his cheeks again and his jaw was hanging loosely, letting drool slip out of the corners of his mouth. Zhou Zishu pulled his head down by his hair to lick up the saliva and tears and bite at his lips.
“A-Xu”, breathed Wen Kexing as he rode out his orgasm, pushing his come in Zhou Zishu as if to make sure it stuck.
It was this that pushed Zhou Zishu over the edge as well – he grinded his hips down on Wen Kexing’s cock, overstimulating him and letting his husband’s pained cries carry him higher as he came untouched on his stomach. There was static in his ears and black spots dancing in front of his eyes as he came down from his high while staring into Wen Kexing’s eyes.
He didn’t blink, soaking him up, drinking him in, so full of his Soulmate that he finally felt whole again.