Okay, so according to all that video homework Yue Fei set himself, there’s a lot wrong with it.
The angle of his hand isn’t attractive, and there’s too much giggling and random jumps as he keeps kissing Wei Qing’s over-sensitized skin while (over) preparing him. The actors never did any of that. But Yue Fei likes this better, by a lot. Likes it enough that Wei Qing has to beg and flail and pout before he finally takes a break from attempting to kiss every single centimeter from his belly to the top of his knees.
And moves to the back of his knees instead.
“Yue Fei!”
Wei Qing protests that that’s still not where he needs him. He grabs the tease at his feet and pulls Yue Fei back onto the bed and on top of him. He swears, if that perfect man tries to go to his knees again- he’ll- he’ll-
Okay, so he’ll probably be weak-willed, enjoy it terribly, and come again. Spend even longer coming down and returning to his senses. But after that, he will definitely end up riding him. See if he can keep delaying when Wei Qing is setting the pace and Comrade Gravity joins the fight!
Luckily for the general romantic air of their night, Yue Fei has a sense of proportion, or maybe his own body is just slowly overwhelming his plans. Either way, when Wei Qing brings him back onto the bed and presses him against his own neediness, Yue Fei listens.
Still can’t quite resist the urge to kiss him, but does so while positioning himself between Wei Qing’s legs. Not rushing, but making enough forward progress to quiet the man beneath him. He runs through his checklist.
“There’s condoms in the-”
“Do we have to?”
“What?”
“I mean, if you want to, but you’ve seen my medical records-” A self-deprecating laugh, bringing the discordance of bitterness into their blissful room, “-somehow, I’m clean.”
Yue Fei wishes to time travel anew (absent the death this time).
He wishes he’d been smart enough to bring up protection before they were in bed so that when Wei Qing brought up such ridiculous and unjust opinions of his own purity, Yue Fei could logically take him through all the reasons he was wrong. But that’s-
Right now, that would definitely be mood-killing. Even he knows that. He settles for a soft and sweet kiss and the truncated version instead.
“Wei Qing. It’s not- I just didn’t know. You’ve always been diligent about it. I don’t want to push you.” Yue Fei frowns. He doesn’t like Wei Qing doubting himself, doesn’t like that someone who tried so hard for so long was left with so many regrets.
“I- ah- can we go back to kissing?” Yue Fei’s concern for his well-being is rarely so frustrating. Ah, he just really, really- it’s like having a feast laid out before you, only to have the chef start a long prayer over it when all you want is to dig in. Wei Qing arches his neck.
“Baby. It’s not like you’re going to fuck me pregnant, no matter how hard you try, right? And the rest of it? I trust you with my life. What’s this compared to that? Also, I might literally die if we have to keep talking when all I need is you to fuck me into this mattress. Please.”
How someone can say such words yet blush when called divine, Yue Fei will never know.
Very well then.
No condoms, and a talk about self-esteem in the morning.
Yue Fei wonders what’s wrong with him, that he can go from concerned and hesitant to bursting at the seams, just because Wei Qing says something like ‘fuck me into the mattress.’ Impossible to resist. He repositions himself and trails adoring looks and fingers and lips across Wei Qing’s body. He is kneeling with Wei Qing laid out before him, thighs on either side of his own and promising all sorts of gifts that Yue Fei never imagined himself qualified to get.
He still has to triple-check.
“Good?”
“Good,” kiss, “great,” kiss, “even better once you start~” a longer locking of their lips, as Wei Qing does his best to passively lead the way, tilting his pelvis and thinking that he should probably take up yoga, if Yue Fei is really as enchanted by his face as he seems to be. Ah- there-
It takes a few tries, and more spilled lube, but he and Yue Fei are finally connected in the way he’d ached for.
Wei Qing huffs delightedly at the look of enlightened awe that passes over Yue Fei’s face, and once more hooks his legs, pulling them closer together and sheathing Yue Fei fully inside his body. An ounce of prevention really is worth a pound of cure– even after months of clean living and limited self-exploration, Yue Fei’s torturously diligent preparation does its job, and after the thinnest ring of pain, all Wei Qing feels is fullness and rightness and perfection, a discomfort that’s entirely too comfortable. Although he really, really needs to take up pilates or something that will make it easier to hold himself in this pelvic lift. The angle’s great, but he can already feel it in his thighs, and Yue Fei hasn’t even started yet.
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Wei Qing arches more deeply, licks his lips, and Yue Fei, satisfied with Wei Qing’s ability to self-indulge so prettily, finally grabs his hips and lowers himself into a curl, almost close enough to kiss.
He moves, finally, eyes never leaving Wei Qing’s face. Laser-focused on the way Wei Qing’s mouth flutters open in a moan that rises and falls with his every press and retreat, the encouraging and unintelligible sounds that come out of it– the pleased little smile that appears every time Yue Fei delays just a second too long.
He seems– hypnotized by it.
—
Wei Qing, being with him, all of it– is a revelation, and Yue Fei is indeed entranced. The way he leads, the way he smiles, the way he sets the pace, demanding more while delighting in what’s already being offered. The complete lack of resignation in it, the joy that convinces Yue Fei that somehow, being with him is truly what he wants.
He moves his hips, he feels his way forward, he keeps his eyes on that mouth.
His own pleasure is a dim light off to the side of the supernova that is Wei Qing, laughing and begging, and those hitches in his breath. Wei Qing promising him that he’s the best, he’s the sweetest, that he’s going to punish him by tying him down and riding him so quickly that it’ll be finished before he even properly wakes up-
The way those lovely little threats turn into keening moans when Yue Fei grows bold enough to properly snap his hips and grind himself against the man. He doesn’t think he will ever be able to take his eyes off of him after this.
It’s only when he feels the familiar static along his thighs and the coil in his gut that he remembers all those promises he made, to pace himself, to make sure that he somehow didn’t come before Wei Qing was appropriately left bonelessly pleased. Ah-
Only then do his eyes flicker from Wei Qing’s face to his lower half, where his refractory period is long over and he’s back, tall and lovely and aristocratic, with that cute little bend towards the left that Wei Qing is embarrassed about, but Yue Fei finds endearing.
Yue Fei grinds his hips to a stop and curls himself into a tight ‘c’ over Wei Qing. Moves one hand from Wedi Qing’s hip to his mouth, rubbing his overfull lower lip and wishing he could kiss him without folding him in half. He settles for promising with his eyes and shuddering when Wei Qing takes the initiative to suck his thumb inside.
To do all these filthy, lovely things without ever breaking eye contact? Without ever wanting to look away, except when the pressure gets to be too much?
“Good, A’Qing. So good.”
Wei Qing’s cock jumps, his eyes crinkle, Yue Fei uses that same coated thumb to circle his need and stroke him. He wants, needs, to know what it feels like, for Wei Qing to come while he’s inside him. He wants to know if it’s true that he’ll be able to feel the aftershocks. That he’ll be able to feel the proof of Wei Qing’s delight before he chases his own over the edge.
He wants it, so badly, maybe even more badly than he’d wanted this.
Wei Qing wants to be a good boy, well– so does he. He needs it.
And Wei Qing, this Wei Qing, does not disappoint.
“Close, so close- please, move again so I-”
Yue Fei manages two more thrusts and five more strokes, before Wei Qing comes apart between the two of them, promising things that he doesn’t mean, saying things that he can’t know for sure, not yet, but which Yue Fei wants to believe nonetheless.
I love you.
This might be Wei Qing’s birthday weekend, but Yue Fei feels he’s the one being given endless gifts; like being with Wei Qing at all, like feeling the way his body stretches taut and snaps back, seeing the way his spine slumps and Yue Fei’s hands become so much more important, as Wei Qing loses the ability to keep his hips up.
At twenty-eight, Yue Fei finally feels what it’s like, to come undone with someone that wants you there. That wants you, period.
There’s no competition; what follows only a few minutes later is the greatest climax of Yue Fei’s life. It’s enough to knock him out, barely managing the world’s sloppiest attempt at cleanup and cuddling before he’s wrapped around the huffily laughing god that he’d just had the privilege of bedding.
—
The world must be ending, because somehow, Wei Qing wakes up first.
And for this monumental achievement, he’s given the honor of spying on Yue Fei, naked and warm, with early morning light finding the angles of his face and turning him into a masterpiece, the kind of being an artist would sell their soul to bring to life with canvas and paint.
Wei Qing wants to explore, but he resists. Resists so he can stay in the stillness of this moment, like the flecks of pollen that turn the beams of light into something almost as magical as the stars had been. Of course- Wei Qing blushes and hides his face, even though there’s no one awake to notice- of course, nothing would be as magical as last night had been.
They-
They were finally a real couple.
Wei Qing is dimly aware that this attitude is not necessarily a healthy one, but he finds he holds it nonetheless. For all their care for one another, for all the thousand intimacies they shared, and the way he was already bare before Yue Fei, more than with anyone before…
Wei Qing had keenly felt the missing piece that was that final physical manifestation of their connection. After so many years of equating sex with affection, even when it was transactional and brief, a part of him could not help but hang his worries on their never taking the last step. He’d worried-
Endlessly.
More than he had admitted to even himself until it became retrospective. He’d worried that some part of Yue Fei was unsure of him, unattracted to him, was doing this to tide him over and keep him from his own dreadful taste in men. That this was just part of being a truly exceptional assistant. And even though he knew such thoughts were unjust to both of them, that didn’t beat back the lingering fear.
Knowing you are broken doesn’t necessarily make it any easier to heal.
He’d been petrified by Yue Fei’s ability to pull back when everyone else he’d ever been with had been a ravening wolf. He’d been confused, instead of comforted, by Yue Fei’s methodical and endless checks on his enjoyment. He’d wondered if it was a lack of charm, a receipt of his past dirtiness, that kept Yue Fei from just taking what he wanted, because a sick, sad part of Wei Qing believed that was what love was.
But-
But there was no faking last night.
No faking the tremble in his hand or the way he over-prepared so sweetly or just how hard he’d gotten, and how much he’d worshiped him, once they were finally together. And even if that’s not enough to erase all those hurtful little voices in Wei Qing’s own head, they do let him relax. Relax and accept miracles in the material world.
Yue Fei truly desires him, just like any man. And Yue Fei truly treasures him, like no one ever has. Well, except maybe his parents, but Wei Qing has a strict policy against thinking about his parents when he’s in bed (or thinking about his parents in bed), so he moves on.
He memorizes the planes of Yue Fei’s relaxed face, pressed into the pillow with his hair in complete disorder and one charmingly sculpted arm outside the comforter, preventing certain blanket thieves (ahem) from stealing and leaving him freezing through the night.
Really, devastatingly handsome. And in his bed. Seemingly as long as he wanted.
Forever sounds good.
Heh.
Wei Qing finally gives in and cards featherlight fingers through Yue Fei’s hair. Neatly styled it looks short, almost conservative, but Yue Fei’s bedhead is surprisingly long and adorably insubordinate. It catches him between boyhood and the grown man that Wei Qing has always known him as. It makes Wei Qing wonder just how bad a crush he would have had on a teenage Yue Fei, a him from before he became so intimidatingly perfect and untouchable that Wei Qing didn’t dare covet him.
After all, it was literally only over his dead body that he realized just how much of a flame he’d held for the timeless shadow at his back, and just how much it had affected him, when they’d separated.
And now-
Now every part of that untouchable man had touched and been touched by him. Finally, the last person he’d slept with was Yue Fei. Finally, all was right with the world.
Unlike with Ta Yeh Yeh, it was real, unlike with Ta Yeh Yeh, he didn’t have to pay. What more can a recently-deceased, reformed playboy possibly hope for? He twists a tiny braid into Yue Fei’s hair, then slowly burrows his way into his arms and hypnotizes himself asleep, or at least something hovering close to it.
Waking up together– wouldn’t that be an even more perfect start to the rest of the weekend?
—
“Baby.” Yue Fei’s sleep-rough voice drifts into Wei Qing’s ear, as one finger traces the outer tendon of his neck.
“Mmmm?” He thinks he feels his nose booped.
“Baby, traditional or European?” The bed is warm, the sun feels bright behind his still closed eyes. Wei Qing stretches out and flutters his lashes open, doing his best impression of those beauties in the palace, although they never had to act through random bits of sleep in their eyes!
“Mmm… traditional. Otherwise, I can’t sip congee and whine about my lord husband being too rough with me last night~”
Yue Fei arches an eyebrow, at the complaint or his new role as ‘lord husband,’ who can say? Wei Qing doesn’t manage to hide his smirk, and Yue Fei sees it.
“Too rough? Ah, I guess I’ll have to go slower then. This lord would never forgive himself if his darling was injured by his passions.”
Wei Qing jumps out of the bed, petals stuck to his skin and naked as the day he was born.
“Nevermind! This servant is totally excellent!” He does a jumping jack, dick flopping around like a lop-eared rabbit, before remembering his image. Oh well. No unringing that bell. Ah, if nothing else, the fact that Yue Fei is still in bed, still looking at him with adoration and not horror, just proves that the man is head over heels for him.
Casual fucks absolutely wouldn’t be able to accept such a scene of unsexiness.
It makes Wei Qing feel paradoxically confident. Confident enough to climb back into bed and nuzzle against Yue Fei’s neck, doing his best to show his excellent physical condition. Last night- it had been wonderful, truly, but if Yue Fei went any slower or gentler, Wei Qing would actually die in the wanting of him. And he’d really like to live as long as possible, especially when, somehow, this is his life.
Yue Fei picks crumpled flowers off of Wei Qing’s body. Evidently, they’d missed more than a few in their late-night shakedown of the bedding. He plays with his hair and squeezes his ass. He has to collect the benefits of being ‘lord husband’ while he can.
“Shower. Teeth. Breakfast.”
“Mmmm.”
Wei Qing looks like he wants to ask for a carry into the bathroom, at least until he remembers Yue Fei’s level of diligence towards preventing injury. Ah, it’s fine, it’s fine, he can walk himself over! He can be a fully functional adult, if it means that Yue Fei will continue to fully fuck him instead of getting scared off by phantom injuries. Pulling himself off the man is difficult, but he perseveres.
Really a triumph of the human spirit.
He heads to the bathroom, Yue Fei to the kitchen. He was right– waking up in his boyfriend’s arms was definitely worth it. And knowing that he’ll still be there when he finishes washing up– it’s priceless.
Positive moods make for positive showers. Positive and slightly puckish showers. When Wei Qing had seen himself in the mirror, he’d had the teeniest stab of dismay, at the lack of marks left by Yue Fei’s tender brand of lovemaking. There’s not even a bruise on his hips, and the two hickeys on his chest overlap with his nipples so perfectly that it almost just looks like a quirk of coloration. If it wasn’t for how fucking sore his thighs were and the awareness of his ass, he’d have no reminders at all that he belonged to Yue Fei.
Couldn’t stand for that!
So Wei Qing very cheerfully hides his body wash and cleanser and shampoo in the bottom of his bag and washes up with Yue Fei’s instead. At the very least, he’s determined to smell like his man. And maybe, tonight, find a way to get a few longer-lasting souvenirs. He scrubs down with something that reminds him of smoke and cloves, very dark and masculine, while running through his Rolodex of ways to drive men wild-
Ah, it seems like most of it won’t work with Yue Fei, that epitome of strength and self-restraint.
He’s pretty much never seen him angry, much less out-of-control-
Ah.
That’s not quite true, is it? Wei Qing scrubs Yue Fei’s agarwood shampoo through his hair and remembers when he’s seen flashes of temper, namely– when Wei Qing is disobedient. That stand-off in the bathroom with Xiao Lirong (godspeed with his exams), those flashes when he’d endangered himself on the yacht and been self-defeating at work–
Wei Qing rinses down and lets the tile cool his back and he thinks.
Look, he’s not psychotic.
He’s not going to court death or try to make Yue Fei jealous or anything awful like that. He doesn’t actually want him upset, doesn’t really want him to be mad at him. But a little light brattiness… ah, what’s wrong with that? According to the approving twitch of his cock, absolutely nothing at all. If- ah, if he can convince Yue Fei to fuck the disobedience out of him, wouldn’t that be fantastic?
Not all the time! He still has a department to run, after all. At least a theoretical life outside of the bedroom that wouldn’t be served by being loved to the point of breaking every night. But a mix of that glorious softness from last night, and something more primal–
Wei Qing thinks that would be absolutely perfect. He brushes his teeth, practices (and continues to fail at) spitting seductively, and gets dressed in a pair of Yue Fei’s sweats. Still no underwear. Let the loving, low-key brat-flavored seduction begin.
—
Yue Fei has no idea of the danger he’s in, as he finishes his meal prep and switches the congee down to a simmer. He presses a kiss to Wei Qing’s temple, smiling first in surprise, then in approval as he smells himself on the other man.
“About an hour left, there’s snacks on the counter if you can’t wait, and coffee in the drip.”
Yue Fei licks his teeth and reminds himself that morning breath is a thing, and he shouldn’t just eat Wei Qing as they wait but should clean himself up as well. Off to the bathroom it is. For the fastest shower in human history and just enough tooth care to keep his dentist from being angry at him, because Wei Qing-
Wei Qing, the morning after he’s been inside him, wearing his clothes and smelling of his scent– that’s something that Yue Fei wants to drink down into his belly and hold there, forever. He doesn’t want to miss a minute of it.
They are sooooo cute! Again!
Comrade gravity – hahaha
The only comrade who will never let you down! (While pushing you down!)
Hahaha true
I feel so soft (o´▽`o)
Thank you for the chapter 🌹
Ok i’m going to get cavities with all this sugar they’re giving us…
I once spent too much time and effort trying to get a cat to take medicine. Finally I found out, accidentally, that if I mixed the medicine with literally anything and smeared it on him, he had to lick it off. I think that’s how you get Yue Fei to leave marks where you want them. To make him a little angry, get it on the sheets too. I love that he got to see Yue Fei sleeping. For some of us, that’s more intimate than the rest.
That anecdote is funny and surprisingly clever 😅😅
Wei Qing transmigrates in order to take notes before heading back~
😊
Ugh they’re so in love. What the hell (affectionate)