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Chi Cheng falls into bed, fatigued after a full day of juggling negotiations and raging at proposals that looked like they were drawn up by the most incompetent neanderthals on earth.
Even Gang Zi had visibly grimaced after he'd snuck a quick peek. Chuckling nervously, he claps his boss on the shoulder, taking Chi Cheng's rapidly darkening expression with each page as a cue to leave the room.
Even worse, they're not even in Beijing, so it's not like he has the time and space to highlight every single minuscule error he's spotted within the first few minutes of poring over the files alone.
The barely functional temporary office he's been delegated to further exacerbates excruciating experience. The chair he's sitting on has probably already done an insurmountable amount of damage to his spine, Chi Cheng swears he could feel a spring or two poking his lower back. The table looks like it's seen better days, his dwindling mental state evident in the way the documents are spread sporadically, one file even slowly tipping into the bin. If it wasn't so bent on self-ejecting, Chi Cheng suspects he would've done it himself.
With his growing frustration comes the acrid odour of smoke, sticking to him so acutely it imbues his dark suit and clings to his fingertips. The ashtray, once a welcome gift from the Nanjing Branch of Yuanduan Group, new, pristine and empty, saw a substantial pile of cigarette butts mixed with clumps of sooty ash.
The whole room reeks.
It gets to the point that Gang Zi walks in once, gags, and doubles back immediately, yelling some lame excuse about having another client.
Chi Cheng exhales sharply at that, deciding that enough is enough and he probably needs a break.
And fresh air.
So back to the hotel he goes, where he washes himself thoroughly, in time to await the arrival of his special someone. He dons a midnight blue bathrobe, lazily lounging on the bed as he scrolls on his phone. The first app he checks… Weibo.
As expected, his timeline completely floods with hundreds of the same pictures, dozens of angles in the airport of the same figure, his face and hair completely obscured by the cap and mask he's taken to wearing, on top of a oversized hoodie Chi Cheng recognises. The excitement's to be expected, after all it's the first stop of Weiwei's long-awaited world tour.
The problem only becomes apparent when the throng of people give chase, swarming the popstar relentlessly. He's nearly unable to squeeze through to the exit, nor fully avoid the litany of phones and hands simultaneously being thrusted in his face.
Chi Cheng clenches his jaw, furiously liking every comment he can disparaging this behaviour. He has half a mind to call up his company to hand-pick a competent team himself, seeing as they're doing such a terrible job.
It's on another enraging scroll through Douyin —his entire for-you-page only edits of Weiwei, it's the only thing he uses this godforsaken app for anyway—when he hears a faint string of curses at the door, the person clearly fumbling with their keycard. He's about to contemplate getting up to assist in opening the door when it finally swings open. His boyfriend trudges in, dragging his two suitcases in behind him, heaving a little from the effort.
"You wouldn't believe the day I had!" Suowei gasps for air, tearing off his mask and cap, fluidly putting them both on the counter. He takes a whiff at his own clothing, scrunching his nose in disgust.
"I'm going to wash up." He announces, making his way to the bathroom. He doesn't remove his hood, to Chi Cheng's mild disappointment. Though the CEO had been the first to receive a mirror selfie of the star at the salon, all smiles as he pointed to his new hair, the man's still as excited to see it in real life. He's sure his Dabao looks stunning with his ash blue hair, even more alluring than usual.
In record time, the bathroom door creaks open, bringing with it the warmth of the steam from the hot shower and permeating the room with the sweet scent of Suowei's body wash. Or maybe it was just how he smelled naturally, until now Chi Cheng couldn't tell.
A little head of blue stalks out in a matching bathrobe, still scrolling on his phone, no doubt seeing the posts of his fans, all looking forward to the first stop of the sold-out tour. The other hand is in his hair, drying it off with a towel.
Chi Cheng can't help but watch the rivulets of water trickle down the slender length of his neck, down his adam's apple, past the loose opening of the robe. His gaze doesn't go unnoticed by the younger, whose expression twists into a smirk against the glow of his screen.
A heat stirs low in Chi Cheng's gut. He's missed his boyfriend.
When Suowei's done, the little minx slams his phone on a table, throws the towel to the floor and gets into bed. Chi Cheng practically has hearts in his eyes, Suowei's sultry stare pinning him to his spot near the headboard.
Suowei straddles Chi Cheng with a cheeky grin, keening into Chi Cheng's touch as the man manoeuvres the robe out the way to grip his waist. Chi Cheng's fingers are clutched so tight on the pale skin, he knows it will leave marks that the popstar won't be able to properly explain to the costuming staff the next day.
"You like my new hair, Cheng-ge?" Suowei asks, all breathy, intertwining his arms around Chi Cheng's neck.
He looks straight out of one of Chi Cheng's wet dreams, the look in his innocent doe eyes anything but, his mouth cherry red and the quickly loosening robe underneath the man's hands exposing the pale expense of his collarbones and his creamy white thighs.
Fuck, he was going to be the death of Chi Cheng.
Like he can hear his thoughts, Suowei meets Chi Cheng's look of reverence with another wicked smirk. He tilts Chi Cheng's chin closer, eyes studying his lips intently. Fluttering his eyelashes, Suowei leans in closer, nipping at his boyfriend's jawline playfully, a coy smile tugging at his lips.
Chi Cheng imagines pinning Suowei down on the mattress, ripping that bathrobe off and thrusting into that pretty hole. He imagines his walls clenching from the intrusion; that melodious, low purr that Suowei never admitted he made when Chi Cheng eventually bottoms out; the way he would cant his hips to the torturous pace Chi Cheng had set for them both; the lithe strength of his thighs pulling Chi Cheng closer, their bodies entwined as they kissed open-mouthed, messy and desperate.
Before Suowei can run his mouth again, Chi Cheng finally captures his lips in a bruising kiss, satisfied when they part almost instantly. Like usual, he's pliant in Chi Cheng's grip, licking into Chi Cheng's mouth enthusiastically. His hands pull at the hair on the back of Chi Cheng's neck, legs tightening against his body as their tongues slide in tandem.
The kiss leaves Suowei breathless and shaking, just how Chi Cheng likes it.
Chi Cheng can't hide his smile, taking advantage of this to make quick work of Suowei's robe, which falls to the floor with a thud. Naturally, his arms still twined around Chi Cheng's neck, the man feels as Suowei begins to shiver from the chill of the cool air.
No problem, he'll just warm him up.
Chi Cheng's hands start to trail down Suowei's body, his fingers stopping to graze those hardened nipples, eliciting a throaty gasp that he revels in. Relentlessly, Chi Cheng continues to tease each nub, pinching and pulling till they're both red and sensitive. In the meantime, Suowei begins to mouth at his throat, biting, licking and sucking marks that Chi Cheng knows will be incredibly visible when he sits in for meetings the next day.
He's starting to think his Dabao does these things on purpose.
In retaliation, he latches onto Suowei's chest, sinking his teeth into one bud, hand still circling and tweaking the other. Suowei's so taken aback by the sudden heat of Chi Cheng's mouth, he detaches himself momentarily, nails scratching down Chi Cheng's back as he let a sweet moan slip.
Chi Cheng can't help but relish the view of Suowei, his blue-haired beauty. From below, Chi Cheng feels like he's looking up at a deity so ethereal, an otherworldly being beyond his comprehension, even Suowei looks so debauched, obscenely rutting against the man's thigh as his cock throbs and drips against his slender stomach.
It's a sight that Chi Cheng will commit his life to making sure no one else will ever bear witness to.
"Off!" Suowei breaks him out of his reverie, muttering desperately as his hands move to push at Chi Cheng's robe still on his body. Chi Cheng acquiesces immediately, climbing out of bed to strip the offending article of clothing off and laying it on the floor.
Some days, Chi Cheng just wants to hide him away from the world, to a place where no one can find them, where no one else can lay their eyes what's his ever again. Each time, he smiles to himself, imagining the most absurd tabloid headlines, Suowei's company panicking and the general public bewildered, when their precious star vanishes off the face of the earth.
He comes back to the view of Suowei, reclined comfortably on the bed, his eyes curiously tracing Chi Cheng's every move. It stops him in his tracks as he takes the moment to admire the view—the golden glow of his skin under the muted light, his bare body on display just for Chi Cheng.
If Suowei's uncomfortable because of the intensity of his gaze, he doesn't show it, just meeting his unabashed stare with an soft, adoring look in his eyes that tells Chi Cheng all he needs to know (similar to that undaunted defiance he carried himself with when they first met, and even then, Chi Cheng thought Wu Suowei was the most beautiful being he'd ever lain his eyes on).
So he crawls, to eye-level, where he's bracketing Suowei in his arms. He leans down, nudging their noses close, something he discovers never fails to make him smile.
"Fuck, Dabao, you're so pretty," Chi Cheng murmurs, unable to help himself.
It's the first words he's spoken since they'd reunited.
Suowei's eyes widen at first, before he starts to flush and preen, unfamiliar with the overwhelming affection in Chi Cheng's voice. He's so flustered that he's frozen, entirely speechless.
That's a first.
Chi Cheng chuckles darkly, taking the chance to splay his legs open wider. He descends, knowingly avoiding his neck and shoulders, beginning instead at his stomach, where he marks a trail down to Suowei's pale thighs. Chi Cheng savours the feeling, taking his time to devour every inch he can, licking and biting at his own pace. All the while, the younger bucks his hips upwards, letting out little whimpers with each bruise made.
Finally satiated, he releases the last bit of skin with a wet 'pop', admiring the masterpiece he's made of his boyfriend's thighs. He moves swiftly to grab lube, lathering some on his fingers.
Without delay, he takes Suowei's hard dick in his palm, feeling his hips stutter, sensitive as always. He's elated to hear a choked moan, to see Suowei arch his back to meet his rhythm as he starts to stroke. With each pump, Suowei's thighs fasten tighter around his shoulders, his nails scrabbling at Chi Cheng's arms as he pants "Fuck—faster, Cheng-ge—", his initial pleas dissolving into incoherent babbling as he nears the edge.
Just as he's about to come, to his devastation, Chi Cheng removes his hand abruptly. He admires his palm, sticky and slippery with Suowei's precum and the lube. So perfect for what he's about to do.
"Ngh—Chi Cheng—" Suowei whines, turning Chi Cheng's attention back to him. Laying underneath Chi Cheng, he was a vision to behold, even a quick glance had taken Chi Cheng's breath away.
His blue hair sprawled against the white sheets, Suowei's cock pulsed in agony, precum dribbling steadily in anticipation. His chest rises slowly, not moving an inch, like one wrong move would send him right over the edge.
"Patience, Dabao," Chi Cheng croons, dragging a finger down Suowei's length, nail digging into the slit. Suowei's breath hitches, thighs shaking as his hips jerked up instinctively.
Without warning, he curls one finger in Suowei's hole, pressing a soft kiss to Suowei's lips that the latter eagerly reciprocates. Chi Cheng feels him writhe the deeper he goes, his walls constricting tightly. Suowei moans in his mouth, grasping his arm so hard his nails dig in, leaving half-moon indents that Chi Cheng will wear proudly and no doubt, use to tease him later.
Slowly, he pushes a second finger in and scissors that tight heat open, moving off his mouth to the head of his cock. He dips down, teasing the wet tip with his tongue, letting saliva and the salty precum oozing out slick his mouth. His other hand, comes to stroke Suowei from the base up, synchronised perfectly in time with the movement of his mouth.
"Fuck—Cheng-ge—!" Suowei's eyes flutter open at the sudden heat, his fingers flying to thread through the man's hair, keeping his head in place. He takes the chance to roll his hips experimentally, like he can't decide whether to fuck himself on Chi Cheng's fingers or thrust his cock deeper into the tight heat of his mouth.
Chi Cheng, amused by his antics, adds another finger that has Suowei quivering in his mouth, thoroughly overstimulated by each brush looming closer to his prostrate. Hungrily, he flicks his eyes up, watching the way Suowei's barely holding himself together, his thighs trembling and tears beginning to well up from the effort.
Just for effect, Chi Cheng sucks him harder, burying his cock deeper, just to hear another gasp ripped from his throat, just to feel the fingers in his hair fist sharply, the sensations going straight to his own hard-on.
Soon, Suowei lets out a guttural cry, his muscles spasm as he forces his hips deeper down Chi Cheng's throat. It's the only warning he gets, before his Dabao comes, hole squeezing so tight it feels like it's sucking his fingers in, his cock shooting hot ribbons that hit the back of his throat. Chi Cheng makes sure he swallows every single drop, only freeing Suowei from his mouth when he feels him soften completely.
Even then, Suowei's completely spent and in no condition to go another round. Chi Cheng lets him rest, on account of the full day of rehearsals that await him the next day.
Instead, Chi Cheng wraps his digits around his own cock, pumping it at a steady pace. It's drooling precum that mixes with the lube, adding to the filthy but satisfactory slide. He's ready to deal with it as efficiently as possible, to wring a quick orgasm from himself and join his boyfriend in bed when he's done.
Out of the blue, the sheets behind him begin to rustle, followed by the unmistakable sound of movement. The next thing he knows, Suowei, seemingly having summoned his last extra bit of energy, snakes his legs around Chi Cheng's torso, sluggishly tightening his hold. His little vixen always knew exactly what to do to wind him up, to push his buttons till Chi Cheng fucked him so hard he saw stars.
"Laogong, come on me, please," Suowei implores, his voice hoarse and pleading like Chi Cheng's ever had it in him to deny him anything. His eyes sparkle, wet with tears at the edges. Sensually, he drags his soft length against Chi Cheng's thigh, letting out little gasps, like he doesn't know the effect he's having on the man.
Hearing "lao-gong" from Suowei's mouth is something Chi Cheng has never known he wanted, let alone needed. Chi Cheng's so turned on, he thrusts once, twice, and that's all it takes for the coil in his gut to snap, bringing him to release.
"Fuck—Dabao—" The intensity of his orgasm hits so hard he groans, shuddering as he spurts on Suowei's stomach, his thighs and all over the sheets. He slumps over, not failing to notice his boyfriend's little exhale in contentment. Chi Cheng's practically breathless, panting as the ripples of release ripped from his body begin to settle, the air thick with the smell of sex and sweat.
Suowei, unperturbed by the filth smeared across his body, clumsily noses a kiss into the crook of Chi Cheng's neck. He whines, angling his head upwards in a bid for Chi Cheng's lips. Always so eager to be kissed silly, for every crevice of his mouth to be thoroughly claimed by Chi Cheng's tongue, to be consumed by a passion that burns them up from the inside, a passion he never fails to reciprocate just as fiercely.
Just like that, their lips connect, Chi Cheng holding Suowei in place as the younger breathes him in like oxygen. Their tongues tangle languidly, warmth flooding every inch of Chi Cheng's body.
Even as Chi Cheng reluctantly pulls away for air, he can't help but think he's the luckiest man in the world.
Pupils blown wide, Suowei's lips were swollen and shiny with a sheen of saliva. His chest, once a blank canvas for Chi Cheng to ravage, had become a scatter of faded teeth imprints and bruises. His thighs, glistened with remnants of Chi Cheng's cum and a little leftover lube, a heady mess that never failed to pacify the ugly possessiveness within Chi Cheng. His hole, convulsed in need, like it was waiting for something to penetrate, something thicker and longer.
His boyfriend looked so irresistible Chi Cheng's chest hurts.
Not today though.
He looks up to his Dabao, already dozed off, his hands lain still on Chi Cheng's forearms, halfway in an attempt to pull them closer together.
"Baobei, I'll clean up." Chi Cheng says quietly, careful not to jolt him awake. Suowei barely mutters a coherent response, that he takes as a signal to move off slowly. The mattress shifts with a sigh and Chi Cheng pads on the carpet towards the bathroom. He makes sure to retrieve his dishevelled bathrobe on the way, hanging it around his shoulders loosely.
The white tiles beneath his feet are cool as the light leaks in a small crack in the door, where he's able to gingerly grab two towels and a glimpse of his boyfriend, serenely passed out on the bed. His body is completely relaxed, his lips slightly parted as his chest rose and fell steadily with each breath. His hand reaches out something nearby, like he's missing something, like he's waiting for Chi Cheng to get back.
Chi Cheng smiles at the view, his heart beating out of his chest.
If someone had told him a year ago he would've settled down in a committed relationship, he probably would've laughed in their face. He wasn't lying when he told Suowei it was his first time.
He hadn't been prepared to notice things, like mundane coffee orders, the difference between Suowei's smile around a camera and the one he reserved just for Chi Cheng, the way his eyes lit up as soon as he spotted Chi Cheng from a distance, the way his thighs flexed in bed when he liked something Chi Cheng did and wanted to subtly signal for the man to do it again.
He hadn't been prepared for the burning desire for knowledge that began to consume his every waking hour. As an idol, practically every moment of his boyfriend's life since he just was a stalky trainee at seventeen chasing his dreams on live television had been documented on the internet.
But that hadn't been enough for Chi Cheng, who wanted to know every single little detail, prepared to store every morsel he could, to know every inch of the man he loved.
How was he like back in school? Did he have a hard time growing up? Did he still want a dog or did he prefer cats now? Did he still want a family and three kids like he'd mentioned back in an interview from 2018?
The word lao-gong lingers. Maybe a mistake in the heat of the moment, the kind of forgettable slip-up borne from his orgasm-riddled consciousness, maybe the kind of declaration that accidentally slid through the cracks. Chi Cheng wasn't sure.
Was that what he envisioned for their future?
For them?
He makes his way back, wiping Suowei's body down tenderly, till his body is clean and he's snuggling into Chi Cheng's lap, trying to pull him into bed even with his eyes closed. Chi Cheng observes the tranquil little lamb, a stark contrast to the firecracker he became during the day, energetic, excitable and unhinged.
A foreign sense of contentment washes over him.
Chi Cheng drapes an hand over Suowei's waist, gently pulling him close to feel the steady hum of his heartbeat against his chest before he drifts, his world snoring away in his arms.